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yeojaa · 5 years ago

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TO THE MOON AND BACK - ft. ???

You feel winded and you're not sure why. Like you'd been walking on cloud nine and were now falling through the atmosphere, plummeting toward the ground at incredible speeds. When you speak, it doesn't really sound like you. "Yes." Because he was exactly right - you were a hopeless romantic. Always had been. It was hard not to be when your parents were childhood sweethearts and love was the thing you'd been chasing your whole life.

alt summary. You use your one brain cell for love. It doesn’t always end well.

pairing. who knows, honestly. the obvious ones are kim taehyung and jeon jungkook, though.

tags. blind date, strangers, strangers to friends, strangers to lovers, getting to know each other, alternate universe, alternate universe - modern setting, romantic comedy, fluff, slow burn, smut, pining, unrequited love.

rating. ... 18+?

word count. ~5200

note. THIS GETS REAL NON-PG-13 REAL QUICK. I'M SORRY.

chapter 6.

You don't think you'll ever get used to it. The kisses pressed to your crown, over your eyelids, coaxing sandman's dust from your lashes. The saccharine laughter muddled by sleep and swept into messy sheets, threaded into stitches and saved for another day. His hands and his warmth, all over and everywhere and yet never enough. He was like a straight shot of adrenaline and you were a junkie, desperate for the thrill.

Every day was like some wonderful dream - some quietly whispered wish come to life.

And it was all thanks to Taehyung.

Since that first night, you'd fallen into an easy routine. Good morning texts and on occasion, more, his deep drawl acting as a lullaby rather than a wake-up call. Flowers at your doorstep when he knew you didn't have class; a coffee and boxy smile ready when he'd meet you after your last. Date nights every Tuesday, because your lectures ran late and you didn't have time to cook on those days. Your favourite meal from the nearby mom-and-pop shop memorized as easily as his own name.

He was so good to you. Too good to you, you insisted, only for him to brush you off.

Because he'd swept into your life like spring rain and where there'd once been monotony - pretty but boring shades of grey - there was now colour that blinded you. Swaths of red and blue and yellow you'd never seen. Some kind of King Midas, you thought.

"Are you hungry yet?" You're partially inclined to believe he's speaking to someone else - whoever's on the other side of his voice chat - but fail to realize he's behind you, broad frame curled around you as he traps you beneath him. His arms span either side of you, palms planted firmly on the tabletop where you've made a bit of a mess. There are notebooks and loose papers, a textbook with dogeared pages that looks like it's on its last legs. There's even a half-eaten stick of Pocky sticking out from its container, lonely and forgotten.

You turn and peer up at him, trying to focus despite your swimming vision. You've been working on the same composition for the better part of three days and it's been hell. No matter what you do, it doesn't come out right.

When you almost go cross-eyed in your vain attempt to reconcile the two figures in your line of sight, he's slipping your thin gold-rimmed glasses over your ears and off your face, setting them down gently beside your pencil case. You think he's frustrated - you would be, too, if you'd been invited over only to be ignored all night - when his hands find your jaw. You know he isn't by how gentle he is, pad of his thumb pressing soothingly over your bottom lip.

"Take a break, okay?" It's a demand dressed as a request, seducing in its tenderness. You know he's not going to take no for an answer.

You hesitate nonetheless, ready to present your first, second, and third excuses. He silences them before they can see the light of day, coaxing them back into their hiding spots with the sweetest graze of his mouth. Cheater.

Before you know it, you've forgotten yourself and all the reasons why you'd been so ready to return to work, fingers curling over the backs of his hands. It's a makeshift handhold, your way of finding balance after being swept up in the storm that is Taehyung. "Not fair," you chide, not unhappily. You draw his hands to your lap, ignoring the awkward way his body shifts to accommodate the movement.

"I'm just looking out for you," he responds, like that's a good enough reason. You huff. He rolls his eyes but there's no venom behind it.

"What do you want to eat then? I think we have some kimbap leftover from yesterday."

"I ate that earlier when you were having a mini breakdown." You ignore the teasing in his tone because there's adoring understanding too, and a hint of concern. He's not part of your world but he's trying to be. You appreciate that.

Unfortunately, your gratitude doesn't fill hungry stomachs. "How about jjapaguri?"

Taehyung's brow quirks and you know he's going to make some bad joke before it leaves his lips. You recognize the tell-tale signs in the little twitch of his mouth, the way his cheeks tighten and release as if he can't hold back the absolute genius that is he. It's only been a few weeks but you can already read him like a book. (Also, he's a really easy book, like Goodnight Moon.) "Are you trying to tell me you're hiding your husband in the basement?"

"Damn, you got me." You're as deadpan as possible. There's more tonal variety in dry toast.

You stare at each other for half an eternity and then you're both giggling. The sound curls out of your mouth and flits into the air, dragging weight from your shoulders as it ascends.

"You're the silliest." It's meant to be a compliment as much as a rebuff. Darling Taehyung takes it as only the former, beaming proudly. He pulls gently at your hands, coaxing you to straighten with him. He's got you where he wants you now, cradled to his chest like porcelain, and you can't help but relax into the welcoming embrace, cheek pressed to the velveteen cotton of his Celine shirt. When you speak again, it's muffled. "Thank you."

You feel more than hear his laughter, his shoulders reverberating with the motion. "Nothing to thank me for, jagi."

When he uses the term of endearment, poppy red sprouts across your skin, blooms prettily from the tip of your nose to your temples. You still weren't used to it and you're grateful for the cover of your hair, the expanse of his chest that you're burrowed against. "I'll go make food. You stay here."

Then you're gone, scurrying from your bedroom before he can say another word.

Your setup is perfect. From your chair - functional yet pretty, you'd boasted the moment he stepped foot into your bedroom - to the custom-built aluminum keyboard with cat paw esc key, it's a gamer's paradise. Your mouse has all the sensitivity he's used to and it shifts dreamily through the colours of the rainbow, moulded grip lightweight in his palm. (He wishes it were a little bigger, but that's a him problem.) Even the tri-monitor display soothes his secret nerdy itch, filling the void of being away from home with it's insane resolution. The fact that there's thousands of dollars worth of studio equipment in and around it doesn't even deter him. He appreciates that you trust him enough to be seated here.

Pulling your headphones over his ears, he aimlessly reaches for the attached microphone before remembering it doesn't exist. That was something he was still getting used to. He's not really sure where or how the sound is being picked up - maybe by one of the two microphones positioned strategically on either side of your desk, though he can't bother to figure out which - only that it is, and it's good enough for him.

"Ready?" He prompts, watching as his user tag lights up to indicate his question.

JKMKNAE lights up below him. "To kick some ass? Yeah."

Overwatch loads, the FINDING GAME screen sliding into view. The timer rolls on, seconds dragging, and he makes small talk over voice chat while he waits. No one else is on yet - their usual group of near and far online friends still showing offline on Discord - so it's just the two of them.

"Are you going to that party?" He's referring to the little get-together being thrown by Hoseok's new girlfriend. Honestly, he can't remember her name - Gahyeon? Dohyeon? She was nice enough and his friend was clearly smitten, but given that he'd met her in passing only once, he hadn't committed it to memory. He'd learn it before Friday, though. Maybe. H'd have to, if he planned on introducing you.

Couldn't really say 'Jiyeon, meet Hoseok's unnamed girlfriend.'

"Don't know." The response comes indistinct and he imagines Jungkook is shovelling ramyeon into his mouth - can practically hear the slurp slurp slurp through your state of the art earphones - while they queue up. It makes his stomach growl. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

Slurp. Swallow. Response. "It sounded like a freaking animal."

Had Jungkook heard his stomach? No way. "That was me."

This seems to surprise the maknae, who takes a moment to cease his endless eating noises. Thank god - Taehyung had been worried the call was about to turn into a full-blown ASMR session, complete with smacking lips and clinking chopsticks. It wouldn't have been the first time. "Did you get a new headset?"

"Uh, no," comes his response after a beat. It's enough for his friend to latch onto, bowl of noodles long forgotten in favour of the unravelling string of his hesitation.

"You do sound clearer actually. Which did you get? Sennheiser?"

"I didn't get a new headset." Taehyung sounds a little as if he's frustrated with having to explain himself and that only makes the other all the more curious. He should've known. Since they'd been teenagers, Jungkook had been like this. Endlessly curious, tripping over his own feet to be included in whatever news their friend group had to share. It was almost always endearing.

"Then are you wearing a mic taped to your stomach?"

Another pause, punctuated by a sharp exhale.

It's only been a few weeks - three as of this weekend, in fact - and Taehyung's still not sure where you stand. Even when you were opening yourself up to him, there was always another layer. You were an enigma. An enigma wrapped inside a burrito. He chuckles at the thought and reminds himself to use the comparison later. He's sure you'd laugh and he loved the sound - like it was the most beautiful song in the world.

When Jungkook doesn't get an immediate response, Taehyung can practically feel the chagrin rolling through the chat. As much as the youngest liked to tease his hyungs - and he did it often, whether with words or action - he'd never purposely upset anyone. He didn't have a bad bone in his body.

Before he can apologize, Taehyung's cutting him off with a rush of words, like it's the greatest secret ever spoken into existence. "I'm at Jiyeon's."

He'd expected some sort of excitement or downright bro-like congratulations. It was how Jungkook operated, his bravado presented for all to see. Anything to hide that big soft heart of his. (He was different like that - hiding his sensitivity whereas Taehyung and Jimin paraded it around, shouted it from rooftops.)

Instead, there's silence. Because what he doesn't see is Jungkook looking like he's been sucker punched, dealt a straight shot to the gut that he hadn't expected. And why hadn't he expected it? He'd known you were seeing Taehyung, heard about your frequent dates from his friend himself. He'd had to smile along, offering congratulations like the mere thought wasn't burning him from the inside out, like battery acid hadn't replaced the blood in his veins.

"That's great, hyung." It sounds off to Taehyung's ears, cutting over the connection. For a moment, he wonders if he's jostled a cable. You'll kill him if he has. Then there's a bang, an ear-splittingly loud crash. "Shit! I have to clean this up."

Then there's the sound of a participant exiting the channel and he's left to queue all on his own.

"Four packages was two packages too many." You're groaning into your hands, your arms, anywhere you can bury your face. The cold glass of your coffee table is soothing against your cheek, your heated breath forming condensation across the surface.

Above your head, somewhere on the couch behind you, Taehyung laughs, the sound punctuated by chewing. "I could've told you that."

You're not sure how he's still eating, diligently working through his bowl of noodles when you feel like you might explode like some scene out of Alien. It's hard to breathe - in fact, you think you can feel the tail end of a noodle at the top of your throat - and you bite back a gag, shoulders shaking a little with the exertion.

You're being overdramatic, you know.

"I thought I was hungry! I thought you were hungry!" A hand is flying up, wrist weaving bonelessly through the air as if it'll help you drive your very poor point home.

"I am hungry." More laughter. You reach behind you, flailing wildly in the direction you know his legs are, and huff in triumph when your knuckles collide with the sharp bone of his shin. You ignore the fact that you've somehow hurt yourself, too. "You probably haven't eaten today so your stomach is the size of Po's."

As if on cue, the feline sweeps into the room, sniffing curiously at your prone figure before flouncing off to the kitchen in search of more interesting things.

"Why are you so reasonable?" You croak like a dying woman or a frog.

Somehow, against all odds, Taehyung still finds you adorable. He sets his bowl down on the side table, careful to place the chopsticks neatly across the rim, and bends at the waist to fix his hands under your armpits. You can already feel the upward momentum but whine nonetheless, the sound tipping out of your mouth like some sort of Dickensian street urchin.

"No! Stoooop."

"Come here," your not-boyfriend boyfriend coos, dragging you onto the couch. You slump against the cushions when he releases you, rather than falling into his side, eliciting another crinkly-eyed smile from him. It's hard to resist when he's like this, playful and enticing. Still, you try. You pretend like it's nothing, curling your arms around your middle as you stare up at the ceiling.

"I don't feel good." It's a statement that demands payment.

Taehyung happily gives it, peppering kisses over the delicate bones of your face, his broad chest encompassing your frame. He locks his arms around you, sliding them into place around your own, and holds you recklessly close. You don't think you could run if you tried. Whether it's from the noodles you've all but inhaled or the hazy desire that blooms beneath each of his kisses, you're not sure. Maybe both.

"I can make you feel good," he purrs, his mouth feather-light and teasing. He's focused on the sensitive dip by your ear, right where your pulse throbs, and you swear you hear him chuckle before you lose all sense of your surroundings.

The flat of his tongue presses against that sweet spot, laving hungrily at the skin like he might be able to taste the copper that sings beneath it. You whine, louder and higher than you'd meant to, desperate even to your muffled ears. You hear his laughter more clearly this time, breath hot against the outer shell of your ear, and you're not sure whether you're burning up on the outside or just internally.

"See, aren't you feeling better already?" Every word from his mouth is honeyed and intoxicating. You chase the sound, turning your face just in time to feel his lips against yours, more forceful than you'd anticipated. As much as he teased you, he was a kind and forgiving lover, bending to your will as easily you did his.

"You're terrible." You mean it like an insult but, in true fashion, he accepts it like the greatest compliment he's ever received. He preens with it, tossing his head back, causing his hair to fall prettily over his eyes.

Eyes that threaten to swallow you whole, if you'd let them. They're so dark, the ring of his iris all but engulfed by the desire that presents itself in the void of his pupils.

Your heart stutters in your chest. Your breath catches, hitches and careens into a gasp. Somewhere, just beyond the realm of comprehension, you recognize a familiar fluttering in your core. He's looking at you like you're the most beautiful piece of art he's ever seen and he wants to bang - hang - you on the wall, where you belong.

"Do you want me to stop?" Despite whatever war wages in his mind and the thrum of want that skitters up his bones, he's genuine in his delivery. He wants you to want this as bad as he does. He won't hold it against you if you don't.

You owe it to him to be honest. "I'm not sure."

You don't miss the way his expression slips, fall just an inch. He's so careful to retain his composure, offering you the most heartfelt smile you could ever hope for. It doesn't quite reach his eyes, despite his best efforts. You feel awful. Worse then awful. Like you'd shut the sun out.

You reach for him all at once, long fingers framing the edges of his face, thumb sweeping just beneath his eye. He blinks once, twice, and says nothing.

"I want you," you start. It's not clear where you're going with this but you hope you find it along the way - for both of your sake's. "I like you, Kim Taehyung." His eyes sparkle when you say his full name and you want to give up this conversation and smother him in kisses instead. "I really, really like you. But I'm also scared." You say it out loud, though you're certain he already knows.

He presses a kiss to the pad of your thumb that's drifted and found a rhythm in soothing circles at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm an assa." You don't seek pity or understanding. You'd chosen this; you liked it this way. "I don't let people in often. Those I do, I trust explicitly." Your hand slides to his chest, palm flat down the column of his throat to the expanse hidden just beneath his shirt. You settle there, over his heart, and tap experimentally. "I don't want to ruin this - whatever it is - because I expect too much. We deserve to be on the same page. I don't want to ask for more than you can give."

Where the words have come from isn't clear but they spill forth, settling like lead into your veins. He's only been good to you, accepting all of your quirks and flaws in stride. From the first time you'd lashed out - irritable after a long night of rearranging notes - to the time he'd found you half-asleep in front of the fridge at 3 AM, he's accepted you without hesitation. Time and time again, he'd proven his capacity for kindness, for giving you everything and asking nothing in return.

But you can't help the little voice in your head, the same one that demands love in the same breath it rebuffs it.

"I'm right here with you." As if to drive his point home, Taehyung's hand finds yours and squeezes. He's so heartbreakingly handsome like this, unwavering in his sincerity. "But even if I weren't," he indulges your worries, because he knows he needs to face these demons with you, lest they steal you away, "we'd still be reading the same book. You'd just be a few chapters ahead and that's okay."

Not for the first time, you're reminded of how overwhelmingly good he is. It makes your heart swell ten sizes and you crash your lips to his because you want to and he wants it, too.

"You're so poetic," you muse, withdrawing just enough that your words don't get lost.

He grins and does that same toss of his head, chin cocked as his tongue swipes over the soft pillow of his bottom lip. "O, Juliet, Juliet, wherefore art thou, Juliet?" He's inching closer, like it's a game, and you're nearly stumbling back, though you have nowhere to go. "Deny thy father and refuse thy name." There's mischief in this expression, setting his smile aglow. "Take all of me."

You only manage to get your taunting response out, a snarky "that's not how that goes" before he's upon you, devouring you whole.

Despite the hunger in his kiss, the way his mouth slants over yours in a demand, it's anything but rushed. He takes his time in coaxing your mouth open, seeking out the warmth with tentative passes of his tongue. You hum appreciatively when he chases yours with his own, catching your bottom lip between his teeth as some sort of punishment for getting away. You think you could do this forever.

So you pout when he withdraws, out of breath and delirious. You think you must look the same, can see it reflected in his blown out pupils.

As if to sooth your ache - it's not enough - he caresses your jaw, the delicate line of your neck, capable hands running the gamut of hot and heavy and soft and searing. He's sprinkling weak kisses where his hands go, following the paths they carve over your exposed skin. When he dips his tongue into the dainty turn of your collar bone, you keen, chasing the sensation when he exhales cold breath over it.

"We have lots of time," he parrots with a grin so smug, so salacious, you want to cry.

You're pouting, fingers curling into the silk at his nape, tugging none-too-gently on the hairs there.

He seems to find that funny, his nose brushing the collar of your shirt, the valley of your chest that he aches to explore. "Patience is a virtue."

"Who says I'm virtuous?"

You're meeting his surprised stare with big doe eyes, a coy smile playing over your kiss-swollen lips. Taehyung almost considers giving in. Almost.

Instead, he returns to the task at hand, trailing open-mouth kisses across the front of your shirt. He's grateful for the flimsy cotton, the way it drapes over you like wrapping paper begging to be torn apart. You're reclined against the cushions but it's not enough - there's no more space for him to nose past your rib cage. He stops; you whine.

"Tell me we can keep going." The words are nearly lost into your skin. He's holding you so intimately, the curve of his cheek pressed to the underside of your breast. He can feel the scalloped trim of your bra. It's not nearly enough. He wants what's underneath, exhales his need in a throaty moan, lips seeking out his hidden treasure.

You don't immediately respond and his head snaps up, a little concerned. But you're not looking at him, lost to the ceiling above and the heavens beyond. You look so hot. He feels his cock twitch and he has to remind himself to wait, to hold out for your breathless yes.

The moment it comes, you're in his arms and your eyes snap to his face, bewildered. He's an anomaly beneath you, equal parts hard and soft. The planes of his stomach are taut but comfortable; he's lean muscle beneath a yielding layer. You've never been this close, body pressed recklessly against his as he carries you to your bedroom. Your ankles lock around him, heel of your bare feet digging into the expanse of his lower back. He says nothing, simply nuzzles into your softness of your neck and smothers you with affection.

"What was wrong with the couch?" It's meant to be mocking but it loses its edge when Taehyung releases you atop your bed, eagerly slotting himself between your knees when your hold on him releases.

His hands are driven, making quick work of your tee shirt, and then he's feasting like a man-starved, taking in every line of your body like he can commit it to memory. "You're so beautiful," he says in response, diving into your skin that begs to be touched, soft as silk and unblemished. He hums happily against your throat, licking a wet stripe from your clavicle to your ear, pausing to bite thoughtfully on the lobe. The sounds you make should be illegal. He wants to hear them forever, until the day he dies.

The strap of your flimsy bra - pretty periwinkle lace, he notes with a quirked brow - twists around his finger and he can feel you staring at him, expectant. When he lets it fall and you huff, he wants to laugh. He doesn't, though, choosing to drop his head to follow the trail of his hands over the swell of your chest. Thumb and then mouth catch, teeth nipping at your nipple in a way that makes your back arch. He flicks his tongue out, circling the pebbled bud with precision, and he thinks he might be stealing the breath right out of your lungs by the way you're coming undone beneath him.

"Sensitive?" He drags the edge of lace down between his teeth until the fabric is caught beneath your tits, showcasing them proudly. He leans back on his calves, catching your wrists with ease when you try to cover up. You're so pretty like this, head thrown back, body on display. Like a piece of art.

He wishes he had his camera.

"You're a tease, Kim Taehyung." You don't know how much he loves it when you say his name like this, a little authoritative and full of want.

Your own personal Adonis settles over you once again, kissing you as if his life depends on it. He swallows you whole, taking all of your moans and pleas like they're prayers and he's your deity. Maybe he is. "Patience, jagiya." You can feel him grinning against you, sweet as sin. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth, dragging the edges of your teeth over the sensitive petal.

Now it's his turn to whimper, hand fisting into your hair before relaxing, fingers soothing the roots he'd just pulled.

"I said patience," he repeats. You don't have time to test him again, suddenly encompassed by the feeling of his warmth pulling away, drifting lower. You miss the weight of him, his chest pressed to yours.

But you like this, too, his hot breath fanning over your skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. You like it even more when he licks a strip down the valley of your cleavage, inhaling your scent. You're sure you're coloured like a neon Christmas sign, rouge blossoming over your skin where you want more - need more.

"I'm going to be so good to you."

How he manages to be so unrelentingly sweet, even while mouthing sloppy kisses over your bare abdomen, you're not sure. He does it so well, like this side of him is only for you. It makes you see stars. They flicker brightly in your vision, sparked to life with each pass of his lips, each concentrated glide of his hands.

"Look at me." It seems almost impossible that his voice has dropped even further, the lower octave simultaneously exciting and surprising. It sinks like weights in your stomach, forcing your eyes to his face. He's at the edge of the bed, his head ducked against the swell of your bare thigh - when had that happened? - eyes half-lidded as if swept up in dreams. You know he's paying attention when he nips gently at the sensitive flesh, manipulating your softness with firm, unyielding hands. "Do you know how crazy you drive me?"

You thought you'd had a clue - had spied it in the way he kissed you in the morning, held your hand in his - but you were wrong. You realize that now, watching him watching you.

"Show me," you all but whisper. An appeal, a wish, a begging demand.

When he looks at you, it's as if your words are the keys to his heart. He smiles that blindingly handsome smile and dips forward, shifting your calf over his shoulder. You think you might die from the sight alone but you're sure you do - heart stopped and all - when you feel his breath at the juncture of your legs.

He inhales deeply and you blush scarlet, the desire to clamp your thighs shut twitching your limbs. As if he can sense your sudden shame, he redirects your attention with the tip of his tongue. You nearly buck at the sensation, somehow already wound so tight that the feeling is a harsh constriction of the coil in your stomach. You need him. "Tae, please." The sound is a garbled whine, half bitten into the pillows you're buried in.

Luckily, he needs this just as much as you do. He's generous with his love, spreading you wide open and nearly groaning at the sight. You're already dripping, inviting him to sink his tongue into you. He alternates between long, languid strokes along your slit and teasing, penetrating delves of his tongue into your hole. He dutifully ignores your clit. You writhe beneath him and he mimics the motion, grinding his straining erection into the bed. He feels a little bad when the motion jostles you but he thinks you don't care, too far gone in your own blissful heaven to notice.

"Tae," his name barely registers, so caught up in the taste of you and the way you coat his tongue, his lips, his chin. "Tae. Baby. Please." You're keening, teetering dangerously on the edge of ecstasy. You hadn't known how badly you needed this and now it's eating you alive, burning you from both ends until you're left in ashes.

"What, jagi?" Taehyung's the devil in disguise, pausing his ministrations to suck a wet kiss into your thigh. Wet from his own mouth or your juices, he's not sure.

"I need more," you whine, the neediest he's ever seen you. He's so turned on. He curses his choice of pants, the soft cotton too inconsequential against him and his useless rutting. He needs a zipper or your hands or better yet, your mouth. But this isn't about him.

This is about you. He'd come later. Literally.

"Is this more?" The last word disappears, a shot in the dark as he wraps his lips around your aching clit and sucks, simultaneously sinking his middle finger into your feverish core. He groans when your hips undulate with the pressure, seeking out more like the greedy kitten you are. He pumps into you once, then three more times for good measure, before adding his ring finger, endlessly proud of the way you take him to the knuckles without an ounce of hesitation. "You're doing so good," he praises you as if he knows you need it, laving at the sensitive bundle of nerves with unrelenting attention.

He can feel it before you're able to verbalize the words, your walls fluttering around his fingers, your plea careening off your tongue. "Please don't stop. I'm so, so close." A hiccup. Your voice is wet. "Tae, please."

So he doesn't, instead twisting until he finds that spongy spot at the front of your pelvic wall. He rocks against it, fingers tapping with brutal precision. It's what sends you over the edge into an Earth-shatteringly strong orgasm that he fucks you through with tender care, rolling your clit over his tongue and basking in the feel of you soaking his hand (and face and chest).

Your head's still in the clouds when he pops up, triumphant. Even in your fucked-out bliss, you recognize he's drenched. If he didn't look so proud, you think you'd be mortified.

"Well, that's a first."

notes. as @fortunexkookie and @taehyungforreal (two of my main reasons for writing, tbh, and people i fangirl over from afar) once said, kim taehyung remains the reigning king of lovemaking. i hope i did him justice. xo

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borisbubbles · 5 years ago

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40. Maja Keuc - “No one” Slovenia 2011

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Psychedelic, secretly evil masterpieces <3

“No one” is often overlooked in many rankings, by people with utterly vanilla tastes, and while vanilla is an excellent flavour, sometimes vanilla needs to bloom into something better with more flavour and texture. ENTER, this sneakily fierce song, featuring Bettan’s hip-waving choreo <3

"No one” slowly but gradually lulls you into its dark, alluring storyline, tricking you into believing this is a break-up song in which the woman is crying over the loss of the relationship, ONLY PLOT TWIST the girl is a textbook psychopath and this message of empowerment is actually one of psychotic obsession and petty revenge. Is this Gone Girl?

That’s in a nutshell, why “No one” is such a fantastic entry. It gradually, slowly unfolds like a paper fortune teller, except every flap contains a message of unfiltered, devious, psychotic energy. 😍 It’s so unabashedly dark and I cannot wait for ~Amaya~ to epically return to ESC (within the next three years) and give Slovenia their first top 10 since Nuša Derenda.

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39. Elina Nechayeva “La forza” Estonia 2018

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[2018 Review here]

Elina is so beautiful.

Wow. I mean, WHAT IS LA FORZA though if not a magnificent wonderland of stunning visual effect. It’s the best example of Estonia’s technological prowess at Eurovision. I mean, look at these projections. They are breath-taking, in the literal sense of the word:

Naturally, I must address that “La Forza” has received the criticism of “ugh, it’s boring”. However most of those people like Tamtaratam, so their opinions can be safely discarded into the rubbish bin. 🤭 I personally think “La forza” is a perfect execution of opera, providing captivating vocals and a sincerely stunning act. Opera is supposed to be a mind-blowing spectacle and “La forza” is exactly that.

However, it might actually be... a bit too perfect for my tastes. Its greatest strengths also made “La forza” a bit aloof and distant, and while this is far from a dealbreaker, it does prevent me from ranking it further.

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38. Loreen - “Euphoria” Sweden 2012

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[this entry was inspired by a popular youtube cooking channel]

Yes, this is not a ranking with Loreen as their #1. This could have been a ranking with Loreen as their #1 if she had gone to Eurovision with either of her other two melfest entries, but look at the flag and look at Sweden’s general taste in melfest winner:

It’s even a wonder a selection which produced THOSE winners also produced "Euphoria” to begin with.

Anyway, now that we’re on to the subject of Sweden, it appears that over the years, the general of opinion of Sweden has dropped. This is because out of all the countries participating in Eurovision, Sweden is by far the most smug.

Which is why the first step in covering the song that is generally considered their best entry, is to humble Sweden:

Hey Sweden, See this country? It’s called Switzerland. Switzerland once won the Eurovision Song Contest with Céline Dion. Céline Dion is one of the best selling artists in the world. She made double the sales ABBA made and has non-stop performed, while ABBA broke up less than 10 years after they won. You’re not better at iconic winners than Switzerland, Sweden. Remember that.

See this country? It’s called Moldova. It is the poorest country in the Euroverse and has amazing staging everbody talks about. Nobody ever talks about your staging because it just conveniently pretty people in various degrees of treadmill. You don’t stage better than Moldova, Sweden. Remember that.

See this country? It is called Malta. Malta have sent a woman to Eurovision for five years straight. They are one of the most unapologetically pro-female countries in the world. Even all of their JESC entries except for two have been women. Meanwhile you aren’t sending women and you know why? Because melfest is a rigged and fangirl pandering sausagefest. You’re worse at inclusion than Malta, Sweden. Remember that.

See this country? It’s called Ukraine. Ukraine have reached the grand final every year they’ve participated. Have you got a better track record? No, because you cannot guarantee qualification without properly without eating crusty professional jury ass first. You’re not better at reaching a Eurovision Grand Final than Ukraine, Sweden. Remember that.

See this country? It’s called Portugal. Portugal are the one of the few countries to have never sent songs with English as the primary language to Eurovision. They have proudly stuck with their native language even though it sounds like drunk Spanish. You know why you aren’t signing in your native language, Sweden? because you have no guts and let’s face it, no glory, that’s fucking why. Also your language sounds like Norwegian with a mouthfull of surströmming. You’re not better at native languages than Portugal, Sweden. Remember that.

See this country? It’s called Luxembourg. Luxembourg is a microstate that everyone wants to see back in the contest. Does anyone get excited when you return to the contest? No because they know you’ll get an underserved top five hand-fed to you, no matter what generic gobshite you’re sending. You’re worse at generating buzz than Luxembourg, Sweden. Remember that.

See this country? It’s called Norway. Norway’s last three entries have scored more televote points than yours have. You know why? Because their entries speak to people and are entertainment. Your entries only speak to people with boring taste and no friends (Denmark). Which is why you will never find or be repped by a KEiiNO. You’re not better at fun than Norway, Sweden, remember that.

See this country? it’s called Ireland. They.... okay, they aren’t better than you. I’ll be honest, Ireland is just a worthless, flavourless slice of slock in Eurovision. They’re flavourless, bland, completely without taste or texture. They’re the iceberg lettuce of this world. It’s a shock they won so many times, but I guess that’s anglophone privilege for you. Still, they have won Eurovision 7 times. Have you won Eurovision seven times, Sweden? Nuh uh, not that, peace! Remember that ;)

Now that Sweden has been properly humbled, it is time move on to the Loreen write up:

“Euphoria” is an everlasting piece of art and everyone who thinks otherwise needs a therapist.

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37. Bojana Stamenov - “Beauty never lies” Serbia 2015

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FINALLY I CAN SAY, THIS SONG IS FANTASTIC AND IT’S... fucking more than “okay”. Bojana is a FORCE OF NATURE.

It is therefore UTTERLY baffling to me that so many jurors ranked this song LAST??? Like,

a of all, look at how the crowd POPS at the key change, that’s as much an objective parametre of quality if ever there was.

B of all, I legit do not understand watching 2015 (a rather mediocre year of Eurovision) and thinking that Serbia is the worst, over, say... Bogus?? Because Bojana is a Goddess while Boggie is boring cunt and Goddesses > Boring cunts.

The jural dislike is even more baffling considering that “Beauty never lies” is a touching and deep exploration of overcoming self-loathing, I rant about meaningitis a lot, but one of the BEST ideas Serbia had was to revamp “Ceo svet je moi” into a body-positivity anthem because that theme + Bojana is a match made in Euroheaven. “Beauty never lies” starts off captivating, a gripping narrative about self-loathing with hints of avant garde artistry. It also has some of the best lyrics found in any Eurovision song. “Finally I can say-” is forever, but “beneath this veil of skin my heart’s entangled in, beauty’s embodied” is pure poetry. Excellent, just excellent.

and then, after a full minute of build-up and completely without warning "Beauty never lies” transforms into... a SHAMELESS CAMPY SCHLAGER MASTERPIECE 😍

This has to be one of the best key changes in Eurovision, right? As “Beauty never lies” starts off sentimental and contemplentative, it suddenly blossoms into an unapolegetic bop that completely DIS-MAN-TLES body-shaming in one fell swoop. Songs like these make me feel ALIVE and proud of being Eurovision fanboy. Thank you for your wise lesson Bojana, you stunner you. Signed with sincerity, BorisBubbles.

This will come as no surprise but she was also the highest Serbian entry on this list, which means it’s also recap time:

Statistics never lie, Serbia was pretty good in this decade. I rarely care for their entries with the intensity that I did for Bojana, but they are also consistently inoffensive. It it what you can expect for a small country bursting with musical talent (and Zheljko Joksimovic).

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36. Giorgos Alkaios & Friends - “OPA!” Greece 2010

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OPA!

I cannot let anyone with that haircut reach my top 35 in good conscience ,but jesus what a FIRECRACKER! I think the general apathy towards 2010 comes from the general lack of ENERGETIC bangers, but between “OPA!” (caps and exclamation point are mandatory) and “Allez Ola Olé”, I don’t think anyone can complain. This song is an EXPLOSION.

Much like how “Dancing in the rain” was a showcase of Spain’s greatest talent, so is “OPA!” an excellent calling card for Greece’s Eurovision prowess: they excel at drunken party anthems. “OPA!” is a bangin’ bacchanal, punctuating every sentence with kickass virile energy, examples of which include ejaculating drums:

Electro-Fiddle solo’s <3

and hammy nokia noises <3 (attempted pandering to the hosts and getting the country wrong <3333333)

This song and “Alcohol is free” were the final times where Greece excelled at high voltage fun (there’s also “Rise up” I guess but lol @ that). GET IT TOGETHER GREECE, but I guess I’ll elaborate further once it’s Koza Mostra’s turn to be judged, juried and executed.

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#Eurovision #Eurovision Song Contest #Maja Keuc #No One #Slovenia #Elina Nechayeva #La Forza #Sweden #Loreen #Euphoria #Serbia #Estonia #Bojana Stamenov #Beauty never lies #Giorgos Alkaios #Giorgos Alkaois' friends #OPA

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The most headscratching lyrics of Eurovision 2018

Good evening, folks. I've been listening to this year's cohort of songs with a perhaps unhealthy frequency ever since Mall was picked as first song in FiK. The time has now come to indulge in one of my many yearly traditions - take those songs trapped in my head and make a rundown of the most mindboggling, half-cooked, incoherent and odd lyrics of the year. They're not necessarily what I think of as the worst lyrics, but often they owe themselves to subpar songwriting.

Love is like a black hole, everything is dark / You just got to let go and feel it Bones is supposed to be a song about a higher love, but the way they describe it makes me hope no one experiences it. If love were like a black hole, it would pull you down with an immense force, you’d eventually be treated to a gruesome death as the gravitational pull stretches you like spaghetti until you’re torn apart, and then the pieces of you would also be torn apart and disintegrate. So, horrific pain, mutilation, utter destruction and obliteration of the self. Pretty romantic eh? Definitely want to let go and feel that, huh?

You got me pelican fly-fly-flying / Misty moon, I’m your loon / Luna, moon me up I have a theory about nonsense lines like these: some ESC composers don’t even try to create unique and memorable songs or meaningful lyrics, because they know that they can lodge their numbers in people’s brains simply by deploying hard-to-forget complete non-sequiturs which give the songs the false impression of being memorable. “I love that luna moon me up song!”

An added layer of headscratching brilliance is that pelican fly does exist as a slang term - for being completely off your head on hard drugs. Given that the whole song sounds like someone having a trip - “I’m burning up”, “I was looking for highs til I got a dose”, “I’m not coming down” - I’m amazed a pharmaceutical company decided to sponsor the song!

Step one: believe in it, and sing it all day long / Step two: just roll with it; that’s how you write a song According to Rybak, understanding musical theory, learning about lyrical techniques, and even writing the bloody song are not steps that you need to take in order to write a song. You just start singing and believe in it, and voilà, you’ve written a song! This technique explains the musical standard of this song quite a bit. Presumably the Rybak method© for learning how to do brain surgery is start making incisions into someone’s brain and as long as you believe in and roll with it, job’s a good one!

Love is stronger than fire Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t associate fire with strength - at least with physical strength, the ability to exert and withstand pressure (do you even lift, firebro?) But if we’re talking about powerfulness in general, then let’s but this hypothesis to the test. I’ll use a flamethrower, you use love and let’s see who comes out on top.

I think you forgot how to play/ my teddy bear’s running away Toy is supposed to be an anthem of female empowerment, but from my perspective, it falls somewhat far from the mark. A big lyrical leitmotif is toys, dolls and other things relating to childhood, which reminds me of the decidedly un-feminist dichotomy where women are seen as either licentious or as childish ingenues.

I’ve flown against the winds / with freedom in their eyes First of all, since when did the invisible wind(s) have eyes? Secondly, if somehow the anthropomorphised air yearns for and is moving towards freedom, why fly against it, presumably towards captivity?

I can feel you when I break as you hold me, as you beam So let’s get this straight. Aisel is in her paramour’s arms, she breaks and he smiles radiantly? And this is a love song?

I X my heart, I tear down the firewalls This song truly is the gift that keeps on giving. People have laughed at the idea of Aisel tearing down internet firewalls down, forgetting the original meaning of firewalls as, well, walls that keep fire out. Whether the firewalls in question kept inferno or Trojan horses at bay, it seems an unwise idea to tear them down..

If they dissin’ you on Twitter [...] show them you’re better / If they say so, get in the car, rev it up and be a star First things first, what is it with San Marino and social networks, and why is it all or nothing? Valentina had a million friends on Facebook (the only known exception to their 5,000 friends limit) but was banned from mentioning it by name. Jenny Bizzle and Jessika are getting harassed on Twitter, and because the service is shown in a negative light, they’re allowed to name drop? P.S. why wait for your haters to tell you to get in the car and rev it up if that’s all it takes to be a star in San Marino (which would explain a lot of things...)

“I still believe in chasing rainbows” First of all, why do you nééd to chase rainbows, when no matter how far you run, they will disappear at pretty much the same pace? Secondly, why is this something you have to believe in?

“Eres el arte que endulza la piel” (You are the art that softens the skin) This is proof, if any were needed, that I rail on the songs I love too. How does art soften your skin? I’m imagining someone offering me moisturiser and saying “no thanks, I admired a Manet this morning and I’ll be looking at some Chagall this evening, so my skin is as smooth as it can be.”

“Standing right in front of me / a hidden rhapsody” That rhapsody’s not doing such a good bloody job at hiding itself if it’s in plain sight right in front of you. (Also, this entire song’s lyrics makes me imagine the group having a mentally scarring ménage-à-trois with Kirkorov watching.)

"Fire lasts forever” I’m writing a referral to the remedial physics class that Bones’ songwriter will be taking and giving it to Mélovin too.

“Just get [your idea] down and nothing can go wrong”

Sure it can’t...

“Plenty of these greedies want to eat my spaghetti” For a sexually suggestive metaphor, spaghetti is a bizarre and not very flattering choice. It’s thin, breaks easily, and when things get hot, it gets soft.

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icantpickaurlsothisisit · 7 years ago

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My thoughts and Theories on the Final Chapter of “Who Killed Markiplier”

A lot of folks have already seen the ending, but if you have not. I suggest you go and watched the final chapter before reading my thoughts and theories, or anyone else’s, on the matter to prevent spoilers.

If you seen the final video or don’t care for spoilers, then continue to read. If you want.

This is a Long Post. If you want to jump past from Video Facts straight to My Theories. Your welcome to. I don’t mind. :)

Colonel called the Viewer (Us watching) Bully four times, so for this post the Viewer will be known as Bully. Mostly because I don’t want to type the Viewer so much.

So the “Who Killed Markiplier” Videos are an origin story for Darkiplier and presumably Wilford Warfstache.

What we for Certain (Video Facts):

Characters Names: Benjamin - Butler, Abe - Detective, Damien - Mayor, Celine - Seer, George - GroundKeeper, William Mustard - Colonel, Chef - Chef, Mark - Markiplier

Video 1 - Bully is the District Attorney. Bully is good friends with Mayor Damien. Bully saw Markiplier (The dead guy) last alive at the Poker table. The Colonel did have a gun at the party. Bully passed out at 1:30 am. Markiplier was killed at 1:30 am. The Colonel and Markiplier were not not good terms upon Markiplier’s death. Markiplier is confirmed alive at 1:17 with the Detective. Markiplier hired the Detective to investigate the Chef and Butler at the least. Mayor Damien and Markiplier were childhood friends. Detective was the last one to be with the body before it went missing.

Video 2 - Detective was friends with Markiplier for years. Markiplier isolated himself for some reason. Detective have been working with Markiplier for years. Detective doesn’t trust Bully. The Detective told Bully that Markiplier was stabbed 37 times, poisoned, beaten, strangled, drowned, and shot in that order. Celine is seen in a group photo by Markiplier. The Colonel is familiar with the Manor because he use to own the Manor.

Video 3 - Celine came back to the Manor. Colonel questions why she is there. Colonel was trapped in the Board game Jumanji once (fun fact).Celine is familiar with the arcane arts. Detective, Butler, and Chef don’t trust Celine to talk to dead Markiplier. Colonel trust without doubt. Celine never liked the house. Damien stayed in the house with Celine. George have not been in the Manor for 15 years. When George said “murders” lighting doesn’t strike. George only went into the house because of the strange lights and to close the door on Celine. Everyone is accounted for but Damien in the final scene.

Video 4 (Final) - Celine is gone? All employees quit. Chef worked there for 25 years. Bully hears voices as they walk to the Detective’s clue room. Detective believes Colonel killed Markiplier. Colonel believes the Detective did all of this. Colonel shoot the Detective while arguing with him. The Colonel accidentally shoot Bully in a fight for the gun. Damien and Celine are trapped in the void with Markiplier’s body. Markiplier stole Damien’s body. Markiplier have been planning this event for years to get revenge. Bully, Celine, and Damien return to the living in Bully’s body. Colonel is in disbelief as Bully comes to. Bully, Celine, and Damien are now Darkiplier. Darkiplier runs off in the direction of the Colonel. The Detective is still alive.

What we can conclude from Context Clues:

Video 2 - Markiplier and Celine had a relationship, and Damien and the Colonel were too formal in the group picture.

Video 4 (Final) - Markiplier and Celine were married. The Colonel and Celine had an affair. The Colonel and Markiplier were childhood friends.

My thoughts, some Theories, and a bit of a Summary:

Markiplier wanted revenge on the Colonel and Celine. He found out about the affair a few years back and started plotting. He hired a close friend and detective (Abe) to investigate his wife’s actions. Finding out that one of his childhood friends (the Colonel) was together with his wife (Celine) cause Markiplier to go quite as he planned for revenge.

Markiplier could have confronted the Colonel about the affair, causing their relationship to go sour. Or some other event and/or argument cause the relationship to go sour.

Markiplier began to practice the arcane arts as part of his revenge plan.

After some years, he invited his “trusted” friends to a Night of Poker. Once everyone was throughly drunk and/or passed out, Markiplier set his plans into action.

A plan to frame the Colonel for his death.

The Colonel would have the most evidence stacked against him; with the affair, the negative feelings the Colonel have for Markiplier, and the knowledge of the Manor belonging to the Colonel at some point. It was the prefect way to get back at the Colonel. But he needed a body. To either stand in his place or...

To take over as his own.

We know it was really Markiplier’s body, so how did he get a new body, especially Damien’s? This could had happen in several ways.

Way One: Markiplier killed himself, then took Damien’s body.

Way Two: Markiplier hired somebody we did/didn’t see in the videos to kill himself, then took Damien’s body.

Way Three: Markiplier used his magic on a drunk Damien to switch bodies and then killed Damien himself as Damien was in Markiplier’s body and vice versa.

Personally, Way two is too complicated. Why go to the trouble to hiring someone to kill you? There could be evidence leading back to the real killer and evidence show you wanting to be killed. Your plans to frame someone else for your death are at risk. But there is also the fact that if it’s the Detective helping Markiplier frame the Colonel, then it could have been him.

That’s leaves Way One and Way Three. Both are possible, but only one can be determined if the the Detective is being truthful with Bully when he told them how Markiplier died.

If the Detective is telling the truth, then it’s Way Three. Damien is drunk by 1:30 from Poker Night. Markiplier at 1:17 appears to be sober as he talks with the Detective, asking for investigation updates on his staff. Being drunk impaired Markiplier as he was killing Damien. This would lead to the many stab wounds, poisoning, strangulation, drowning, and gun shot wounds on Markiplier’s body. Markiplier isn’t thinking straight, which leads to an overdue in the murder.

If the Detective is lying for some reason as not trusting Bully or helping Mark, then it’s Way One. If the Detective doesn’t trust Bully, then Markipier killed himself and made it to look like murder, and later on took Damien’s body to continue living. If the Detective is helping Markiplier, then he lying about how the Markiplier died and getting as much evidence against the Colonel as he can.

No matters how Markiplier’s death really went down, Markiplier, as Damien, sent his body to the black void with his magic. With the body gone and murder confirmed, his plan was near to completion when Celine can into the Manor. Not knowing that Celine was practicing the arcane art until she came back, through Markiplier’s plans in a loop.

Celine wanted to contact the dead, hoping to get answers from the dead Markiplier, but would end up contacting Damien instead. Before Celine could fully make contact to the dead, Markiplier, as Damien, stopped her before she could and stayed behind with her as everyone left. With everyone gone, Markiplier sent her, body and soul, to the black void to prevent the truth from coming out. Then Markiplier left the Manor in Damien’s body, convince that all loose ends have been tied up.

The employees all quit at the height of the madness. The Colonel refused to leave Celine and Damien behind. The Detective staying to take the Colonel into custody. And Bully find the Detective’s Clue Room and so does the Colonel a bit after. The Colonel, believing the Detective did all this, goes confront the Detective with his gun, and the Detective confronts the Colonel about being the murder. The Colonel shoots, either in anger or accidentally, the Detective. Bully tries to take the gun from the Colonel and in the struggle a miss fire happens; Bully is shot and falls to their death as the Colonel screams it was an accident.

Bully meets up with Celine and Damien in the black void and learn Markiplier and plan this and is in Damien’s body. They offer to sent Bully back to their body if they could go to. Bully said yes. The three of you come back to the land of living with a hysteral Colonel. As Bully takes Damien’s cane, their hand change to Damien’s and in the mirror we see Damien’s, Darkiplier’s, reflect. Darkiplier runs off in the direction of the Colonel, possible to talk with the Colonel.

My Theories:

First Theory:

George can say “murders” without lighting striking because he have not been in the house for 15 years. Every time lighting struck when murder, murderer, or murders was said the person that said it have been in the house, which was everyone but George. George haven’t stepped in the house until we saw him do run in the house in Chapter 4 (Final). The energy in the house that cause the lighting must have gotten one everyone in the house when Markiplier died.

Second Theory:

Darkiplier wants justice revenge against Markiplier for the wrong he did to them. But is the Markiplier that created the mess in “Who Killed Markiplier” the same Markiplier we know?

My theory is that there is a Multiverse (Multiple Universes) with the Markiplier Egos and the “Who Killed Markiplier” videos is an event in one of these Universes.

Our Markiplier have stated that both Wilford Warfstache and Darkiplier are from another world entirely and bleed into our world. Mark said that back when he was talking about Darkiplier in “A DATE WITH MARKIPLIER.”

And in the “A DATE WITH MARKIPLIER “ videos there are multiple ends. In one ending Markiplier is a washed up actor, another you eat ice cream with Mark, you eat ice cream with Dark, you get abducted by aliens, Mark and you are trapped and Mark is digging poor to your escape with a spoon, and in two of the endings a nuke went off and you need to pick between a sardine or peanut butter sandwich.

Our choices determined what ending we got. And each ending is cannon, in its own right.

The Multiverse theory makes every ending in “ A DATE WITH MARKIPLIER�� real. Even the ending where we’re Chica.

So with that said. I believe Darkiplier is looking for their Markiplier, the one who did them and the Colonel wrong.

Knowing Darkiplier can use the black void for their powers, their Markiplier can do the same. Dark’s Markiplier used it to seal Celine and Damien away, so why not Universe hop. Their Markiplier is out there in the Multiverse, possibly a YouTuber like our Markiplier.

But Dark needs some help finding his Markiplier and taking him down.

So Dark started to recruiting other Egos. Bim Trimmer, The Host, Silver Shepard, Googleplier, Ed Edgar, Dr. Iplier, The King of Squirrels, and most importantly-

Wilford Warfstache, who is believed to be the Colonel.

Taking their Markiplier’s channel would be taking everything from him. His fame and fortune.

But the thing is, our Mark isn’t like that. His channel isn’t everything. If it ends, it not the end of everything. You can watch “MORE GOO MORE WINS | Mario Kart w/ Mark #2″ by CrankGameplays and you can hear our Mark at 15:25 said “If my channel died tomorrow, I’d would be totally-totally fine with that. Because it doesn’t stop me as a creator.”

Our Mark makes videos to create stuff. Darkiplier’s Mark does for fame.

That’s my take on the situation anyway.

P.S. The Multiverse would also explain why Mark have died at least twice and still runs a channel for Dark to take.

Videos Mark died in: “The Fall of Slender Man” and “Warfstache Interviews Markiplier”.

#markiplier #wkm theory #My thoughts on MKW video #This is a long post you been warned #Can the Viewer be named Bully official?#Please?#Flying Pink Beavers

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stodbensol · 8 years ago

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@homosexualhufflepuff tagged me and i cant sleep so lets do this now

1. LAST TEXT SENT: I answered my friend that told me we got paid for a job 2. LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: I like dark colors: dark red, dark blue, black 3. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP TODAY: :))))))i woke up 16.30:))))) not even kidding 4.WHAT WERE YOU DOING LAST NIGHT AT MIDNIGHT: Watching ESC i think 5. NAME SOMETHING YOU CANT WAIT FOR: summer!! ! !!!!!! and my sister to come home:/ 6. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR MOTHER: idek?? i cant remember the last time i spoke to her lol 7. WHAT IS ONE THING YOU WISH YOU CHANGE ABOUT YOUR LIFE: woah this is too deep 8. WHATS GETTING ON YOUR NERVS RN: my fucked up sleeping schedule, why am i like this 9. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: uhhhh,, im single 10. FAVORITE TV SHOW: Friends and Glee <33 11. FIRST BEST FRIEND: Hanna and Moa, theyre twins and we were besties from age 4-11 i think, good times 12. LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW: nothing bc my ears hurt from wearing my headset all day 13. 3 FEARS: deep water and fish in the water, the dark, cats :s 14. 4 TURN ON’S: a nice smile:), sports uniforms r so hot agfjksf, maybe a nice jawline:) 15. 4 TURN OFF’S: eating sounds, not paying attention to me, being straight lol 16. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: gay 17. MY SENIOR QUOTE IN MY YEARBOOK: “that’s not a thing in sweden lol” 18. FIRST THING I NOTICE IN A NEW PERSON: i have no idea 19. SHOE SIZE: 39-40 20. EYE COLOR: light blue/grey 21. HAIR COLOR: blonde 22. FAVORITE CLOTHING ITEM: tshirts 23. WHAT COLOR UNDERWEAR I’M WEARING RIGHT NOW: black 24. ULTIMATE BIAS: 25. ULTIMATE BIAS GROUP: 26. FAVORITE SEASON: summer!!! 27. HOW MUCH TIME I SPENT ON DESIGNING MY BLOG PAGE: how much what designing my what 28. THE REASON I JOINED TUMBLR: need(ed) that gay exposure for that internalized homophobia ha,ha hashtagactivelyworkingonit 29. LAST BOOK I READ: Evig Lycka (Eternal Happiness) by Klas Isaksson 30. DO I EVER GET “GOOD MORNING” OR “GOODNIGHT” TEXTS?: not texts but snapchats 31. WHEN DID I LAST HOLD HANDS?: uhh i think it was w al-x last thursday #texmex 32. HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE ME TO GET READY IN THE MORNING?: 15min:) 33. HAVE I SHAVED MY LEGS IN THE PAST 3 DAYS?: nah 34. WHERE AM I RIGHT NOW?: in bed;));)))) 35. DO I LIKE MUSIC LOUD OR LOW: loud, i dont want to hear others or myself 36. 3 THINGS I LOVE: music, art, dancing (wow vilken estet) 37. HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW: tired in many ways

38. SOMETHING I REALLY, REALLY WANT: summer!! ! ! ! !!11 39. 3 THINGS THAT UPSET ME: eating sounds ha, cishet boys:)), ppl judging other ppl for ridiculous reasons (like, mind ur own business) 40. WHAT I FIND ATTRACTIVE IN OTHER PEOPLE: humor, intelligence, kindness 41. 3 HABITS I HAVE: i Always open the cabinet door in our bathroom bc its the exact size of a human and i wanna be on the safe side:) i always sing? i stay up too late 42. SOMETHING I FANTASIZE ABOUT: the future 43. MY OTPs: i dont, have any 44. SOMETHING IM TALENTED AT: eh 45. THE BLOG I GIVE MOST NOTES TO: @you-had-me-at-e-flat-major apparently 46. THE LAST PERSON THAT RE-BLOGGED FROM ME: @cuddlyjongin 47. DO I SMOKE/DRINK?: no and sometimes 48. MY FAVORITE FOOD: i fucking love tacos 49. MY FAVORITE DESSERT: strawberries bc its so summery 50. WHAT I DID YESTERDAY: i slept and then i ate tacos and then i hung out w friends and then i watched esc and sense8 51. NUMBER OF KIDS I WANT: 0-2 52. NUMBER OF SIBLINGS I HAVE: 5 53. SOMETHING THATS CONSTANTLY ON MY MIND: some song 54. LAST PERSON I MESSAGED ON TUMBLR: @homosexualhufflepuff 55. CAN I DRIVE: only my moped haha 56. WHAT STATE OR PART OF THE WORLD DO I LIVE IN: the north of sweden 57. AM I IN SCHOOL?: yes im 17 58. DO I GET GROSSED OUT EASILY?: i dont think so 59. SOMEWHERE I WOULD LIKE TO VISIT FOR A WEEK: the us 60. I’LL LOVE YOU IF…: ..you play an instrument/sing to me 61. LAST SHOW I BINGE-WATCHED: Familjen annorlunda hahahah 62. WHAT WORDS UPSET ME THE MOST: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 63. WHAT WORDS MAKE ME FEEL THE BEST ABOUT MYSELF: what 64. A WISH THAT I’VE WISHED FOR REPEATEDLY ON 11:11: good grades haha 65. WHO I WOULD SWITCH LIVES WITH FOR A DAY: some rich dude 66. MY FAVORITE ICE CREAM: bj cookie dough 67. ALLERGIES: not really 68. SEXIEST PERSON TO COME TO YOUR MIND IMMEDIATELY: saw this girl on instagram and she was so hot i wanted to puke? 69. MY CHILDHOOD CARRER CHOICE: Author 70. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES: eh 71. HOW MANY BLOGS AM I FOLLOWING: 236 72. HOW MANY TABS/DIFFERENT WINDOWS ATM: 5: sense8, tumblr, google translate:’), tumblr, google 73. COKE OR PEPSI: coke 74. TEA OR COFFEE: ugh tea but neither 75. MOVIE OR BOOK: movie 76. A SENSE I WOULD BE WILLING TO LOSE: smell i guess 77. QUOTE I LIVE BY: "d löser sig” lol 78. TYPE OF ACCESSORIES I WEAR THE MOST: ive worn this necklace for 3 years now sooo 79. LAST AWKWARD SITUATION I FOUND MYSELF IN: i immediately repress every awkward situation im in so idk 80. WHAT TIME IS IT RIGHT NOW: 5:30 in the morning lol my brain is mush 81. A SONG THAT’S MADE ME CRY: uhh i cried today when they sang Imagine in Skam 82: FIRST SONG I EVER SANG AT KARAOKE: the first song i remember is “När vindarna viskar mitt namn” by Roger Pontare. Me and my then besties Hanna and Moa played SingStar and thats like our dearest memory togheter. We mustve been like 8.. we had a blast

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thehungrykat1 · 6 years ago

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World Dream Cruises Its Way to Manila

I can still remember my awesome summer voyage on Star Cruises SuperStar Virgo last year (Read: An Exciting Asian Voyage at Star Cruises SuperStar Virgo), but I already miss cruising! While there will be unfortunately no homeports by Star Cruises this year in Manila, one of its sister ships made a short visit here last February 19, 2019 to give us a peek at the elegance and grandeur of this majestic boat. Let’s all welcome World Dream from Dream Cruises!

World Dream is one of the three ships of Dream Cruises, the premium upscale brand of Genting Cruise Lines which also operates Star Cruises. Manila was part of the itinerary for its 5-day cruise so while the ship was docked in Pier 15 and the guests went down for their shore excursions, The Hungry Kat and select members of the media were given exclusive access to tour the boat and experience its many facilities and activities for a day. Let me show you a glimpse of the luxurious lifestyle and elegant cabins inside World Dream.

The first thing I noticed when I saw World Dream was just how massive it is. SuperStar Virgo is already a giant ship that looks like a shopping mall floating on water, but World Dream is almost twice as big with a capacity of 3,400 passengers. There are so many activities to do inside the ship so I won’t really mind not disembarking at all even during port calls. The lobby itself has a giant screen showing movies throghout the day.

I also noticed how nice the interiors are inside the ship. If SuperStar Virgo looked like a shopping mall, World Dream looks much more like a five-star hotel with its various themes and art galleries. There was a Monopoly theme for this cruise so they also featured Monopoly activities and displays, similar to last year’s Spider-Verse theme on Star Cruises (Read: Swing Into the Spider-Verse With Superstar Virgo’s Holiday Cruises.)

Some of the areas inside World Dream have similar names with those on Star Cruises. One example is the Zodiac Theatre where guests can watch live productions shows nightly from their award-winning creative team including acrobats, magicians, singers, and more.

The Crystal Life Fitness Center is a 24-hour gym that is much bigger and better than those in the other ships. Although I don’t like spending time in the gym while I’m on a cruise, gym-addicts will enjoy their new machines and spacious facilities. They also have the Crystal Life Spa which is a haven of beauty and wellness offering time-honoured practices, sophisticated treatments and therapeutic remedies.

This is the area I will likely spend more time at. The Dream Boutiques has some of the world’s top luxury brands and designer goods in the middle of the sea. These are all tax and duty free, so all the more reasons to go shopping. Casinos are also available which will open once the ship is sailing in international waters.

Our group then headed to the Main Pool Deck which is an amazing venue that has a waterslide park, over-sea ziplines, cool ropes courses, and a fun rock climbing wall. Can you believe these are all inside a ship?

The Waterslide park houses six different slides with varying degrees of excitement. At the back of the slides is the Zouk Beach Club, a one-of-a-kind outdoor beach club at sea where you can spend nights under the stars enjoying the night-time clubbing experience. They even have a 9-hole Mini Golf Course where you can practice your putting. All of these activities are free and included with the cruise package.

The biggest and newest attraction inside World Dream is the ESC Experience Lab, the first ever Virtual Reality gaming center on a cruise ship. Immerse yourself in pulse-racing, awe-inspiring virtual reality with its state-of-the-art VR experience. Ride the rollercoaster of a lifetime, soar over mountains, or puzzle your way through a mind-bending maze, all while never leaving the ship.

The Virtuix Omni is Virtual Reality gaming on a 360-degree omnidirectional treadmill simulator and the first active VR motion platform of its kind, where the player can engage the entire body, moving freely in their favourite game. My friends really broke a sweat while playing this very active and energetic game.

I chose to play the “safer” Star Wars Battle Pod arcade machines where players can experience exciting encounters between Rebel Forces and the Empire, reliving some of the most iconic scenes from the Star Wars movie franchise. The place also has an E-Sports Arena and these are accessible to all guests of World Dream with a minimal fee per game.

Now let’s check out the rooms. The Balcony Statesroom is the most common room type on World Dream where 70% of the cabins come with their own balconies. I stayed in an inside statesroom during my Star Cruises journey but it is really better to get a balcony room so you can really experience the sea and and wind while cruising.

The ship is already so luxurious, but for those who really want to get the ultimate cruise experience, book one of the rooms at The Palace. This is a prestigious, oceangoing sanctuary that’s part boutique hotel and part private members club. Think of it as a premium hotel club lounge where only guests booked inside Palace Suites can enter and enjoy the exclusive facilities and restaurants inside.

Situated on the upper decks, guests at The Palace have their own priority check-in lounge, a 24-hour bespoke butler concierge service, and their own members-only swimming pool with cabanas and jacuzzis. Guests can dine at the exclusive Palace Restaurant and have a nightcap in the Palace Lounge. It’s like a secret hotel within a hotel.

Of course, we just had to check the grandest suite among them all, the Palace Villa. This is a gigantic 224-square meter two-bedroom suite with a personal butler service. The opulent living area and dining room is like having your own private yacht.

The Palace Villa is the ultimate definition of luxury. This plush, contemporary sea-villa has a private terrace outside with its own whirlpool, and a golden bathroom and bathtub beside it. Luxury comes at a cost, and you will have to shell out $20,000 a night to stay inside this palace.

But don’t worry because the rest of the guests will never feel deprived as the cruise offers complimentary all-day dining at the Dream Dining Room. This is one of the three inclusive restaurants which are part of the cruise package.

The ship’s sleek, contemporary and spacious main dining room serves Chinese cuisine in set meals and buffet options. Another option is The Lido which hosts an extensive international buffet selection for hungry guests.

Aside from the inclusive restaurants, World Dream offers more than 35 dining and drinking options to spend your time. These include Uma Uma Teppanyaki & Korean BBQ, Silk Road Chinese Restaurant, and Prime Steakhouse by Mark Best.

The most interesting area inside the ship is probably Bar City which has three separate bars in one elegant entertainment and dining space. Enjoy your preferred drinks while watching the performances below at Bar 360.

This venue is highlighted by the Johnnie Walker House, the first-of-its-kind whisky bar at sea. Enhance your appreciation further with a private whiskey tasting course, or purchase personalised, engraved Johnnie Walker Blue Label bottles and order a full range of Johnnie Walker whiskies.

Here’s Johnnie himself looking a bit lost. With a ship this big, I’m sure I would get lost quite a bit myself. There are 19 decks all in all but there are numerous maps and signs all around the ship to guide you. The beautiful artwork and interiors around the ship will make getting lost worthwhile.

Before we ended our afternoon inside World Dream, we got to dine at Blue Lagoon, the ship’s 24-hour café is offering both popular Asian hawker and international dishes.

We started with their Crispy Fish Skin with Salted Egg Yolk which was so indulgently good. I like eating Irvin’s Salted Egg Fish Skins but these are much better as they are newly cooked and hot.

Popular Asian items on the menu include Hainanese Chicken Rice, Xiao Long Bao, Assorted Mixed Meat in Claypot Rice, and Char Kway Teow. Since World Dream is stationed in Hong Kong, these are the dishes you would normally see on the streets of Kowloon.

I enjoyed my short stay and tour inside World Dream, but I wish that the next time we meet will have me staying for much longer. Dream Cruises currently has two ships operating, the World Dream from Hong Kong and the Genting Dream from Singapore. SuperStar Virgo will soon finish its refurbishment and come out in April 2019 as the new Explorer Dream which will be touring Australia and further. I do hope that one of these ships will make Manila as its next homeport so Filipinos can also enjoy their premium facilities and activities. If not, then I’ll just have to fly my way over to Singapore or Hong Kong and take my Dream Cruise there. Call your travel agent or visit their website (www.dreamcruiseline.com) for inquiries and online bookings. I’ll see you again soon!

#DreamCruises #WorldDream #Genting #Cruise #Sail #Travel #Luxury #Manila

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pettyandprettyblog-blog · 7 years ago

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Let’s Talk About Taylor Swift

It’s about time we talked about the fake, money-grubbing, white supremacist, anti-feminist, Katy-Kim-Kanye-Clavin-John-Jake-Nicki-Spotify-Apple fighting, man-eating, snake, sheep, selfish bitch, (did I miss any descriptors?) that is more commonly known as Taylor Swift. What’s that, you say? You’re sick of hearing about her? You’re tired of seeing her fake face all over social media? Oh, honey. I’m sorry, but she is just getting started and I am so here for it. Allow me tell you exactly why.

Personally, I was never a huge Swiftie or “stan” (I literally just Googled what “stan” meant. It means overly obsessive fan if you wanted to know), but I always listened to her music. In eighth grade, when the Fearless album came out, of course I listened! “You Belong With Me”, “Love Story”, “Fifteen”--those songs spoke to me as a fresh adolescent, ready to embrace the world of social mayhem one mismatched converse shoe at a time. The boy you liked but never liked you back, the boy you loved and knew you were going to marry, the blind hope that your freshmen year of high school would be charming and romantic and pure and lovely and not just awkward and disappointing (SURPRISE!! No one escapes the fresh hell that is the first year of high school).

But I digress.

The Old Taylor Swift, I guess that’s what people are calling her now, could tap into your soul. She somehow knew what you were suffering through and could sense your deepest dreams and desires. Even those of us who weren’t “stans” could be caught singing along to “Mine” during the car ride to the movie theater with the girls and Kayla’s mom in the big, black suburban. We all knew every word. I had friends who went to her performance in Maine at a church after finishing her filming of a music video. It started raining and she kept singing. It was a whole thing with the rain and such. I had other friends who went to each one of her tours from the flagship Taylor Swift Tour to the new and improved 1989 Tour. I personally attended the 1989 Tour in Massachusetts. Gillette Stadium was filled to capacity with tens of thousands of screaming and crying men, women, and children. Even I shed a tear during her throwback to “Fifteen”, standing with my best friend since sixth grade who had seen me through the good, the bad, and the ugly (not necessarily in that order). Taylor would stop and look around the stadium in awe. Her face, projected on the massive LED screen, would make direct eye contact with every one of us and then she’d transition into her next banger. She made you feel like she knew you. She’s talented, I’ll giver her that. It was certainly an experience.

Along the way, I feel like I always noticed people clapping back at her but it never really registered. I always brushed it off as another celebrity feud, another meaningless piece of exploitation or mindless positioning by the media. When the whole thing about Taylor and Kanye’s “Famous-gate” happened, I remember thinking it was funny. I, too, called her a snake. Better her than me #taylorswiftexposedparty (hiss, hiss). I thought Kanye and Kim were being kind of mean, but I didn’t care. Not that much.

Not until now.

After the drama with Kanye, she disappeared. Radio silence followed for approx. three whole years until the $1 Lawsuit. Maybe some people kept track of her movements or her rare appearances in public places, but I didn’t. I listened to 1989 just like a lot of people, a slightly bigger fan than I once was, thinking it was her best work to date and wondering what kind of music she would do next, IF she would do anything else. I also wondered what kind of scandal she would be apart of this time, what version of Ms. Swift would be revealed in the chaos. Then, just a few weeks ago, she deleted EVERYTHING. Website? Gone. Instagram? Gone. Twitter? Tumblr? Gone, all gone. “IT’S ALIVE!!!” The world screamed. The words of Lord Baelish from GoT echoed in my ears, “Chaos is a ladder” and Taylor Swift is scrambling up that shit. She stirred from her hibernation. What was she going to do now? Was she hacked? And she’s back on Spotify?!

Then came the snake. An actual, bonafide snake video that Taylor posted on Instagram. People were taken aback to say the least. General excitement, theories, awkward laughs, shrugs, silence, and comments about how the snake-dragon was kind of scary, followed her posts. I, on the other hand, was jacked. I sent updates to like all my friends and would sit and refresh Taylor’s Instagram for a few minutes at a time just to make sure I wasn’t missing anything. After all, time makes the heart grow fonder. Or is it distance? Idk same thing. The album art popped up with Taylor looking edgy in black and white. The classic New York Times-I Feel Like Pablo-esc font and color scheme graced the cover’s presence. “Wow,” I thought.“ Reputation. She’s going after Kanye with this one.” The too-tight choker, the ripped sweater, the dark makeup, slicked-back hair, this Taylor looks different. Unprecedented. Badass.

Taylor Swift released her newest single, “Look What You Made Me Do”, last Friday. A few friends and I stayed up until late Thursday night to get a first listen. We drank wine and streamed Ye Olde Taylor Swift while we waited for the single. When it dropped, the universe lost its collective shit, Spotify kept cutting out, and we listened to the song four times in a row. Two of my buddies didn’t like it. They said that the New Taylor was bad, that they missed the Old Taylor Swift. Her music was better. I disagreed. This is Taylor Swift. What’s to differentiate Old from New? She just is who she is.

After listening to the song about five-thousand, three-hundred, and twenty-six more times and then watching the following music video nine-hundred times more, I realized this: a lot of people were super upset about this “New Taylor Swift”. I know. Groundbreaking. But then I thought about why, just like my liberal arts education wants me to, and I came to a conclusion. People dislike change. Especially those who feel as though they have a personal stake in whatever or whoever is changing. People loved the Taylor that tapped into their souls and understood their plight of loving people who love them or don’t love them or kind of love them. In “Look What You Made Me Do”, Taylor Swift focuses on other people in a completely different way and she mostly does it for herself, to build herself up. That selfish bitch! But wait. Doesn’t Nicki Minaj do the same thing in Monster? What about Katy Perry in Swish Swish? How about all the countless male artists like Justin Bieber, Kanye West, Drake, etc. who do the same thing? All of them are different stylistically but they all tend to put across the same message, don’t they? That message being: Fuck. You. Taylor would hide little tidbits like that in the past, but her current one has neon arrow signs, black leather, chainsaws, whips, and Grammy’s that get that message across like a flaming garbage fire. She is finished with everyone’s bullshit and she will do whatever the hell she wants.

I also have my own theories. I don’t believe in a “New” or “Old” Taylor Swift. I believe in Taylor Swift. Each one of us changes and develops in different ways as we get older. Our viewpoints can/should change, our personalities shift, we move places, we meet people and lose old friends, and, hell, we can develop allergies to gluten and lactose. So what if I said one day, “No, sorry. The old me is dead. She wasn’t allergic to anything before but now she can’t eat ice cream without getting the shits, so new, shit-stained me is here to stay.” Charming, I know, but ultimately untrue. I’m still who I was in literally every aspect. I’ve grown. I look older. I have different opinions and thoughts. But I’m still me. My image is simply what I choose to put forward to other people. I exist on a continuum. I didn’t just stop one day and become a whole different version of myself.

Going along with the whole image theme, let me enlighten your asses about a little thing called business acumen. Taylor Swift is a BRILLIANT businesswoman. She times her music and tour releases for optimal moneymaking and can extend her reign for up to three years worth of Taylor tomfoolery. There is also something to be said about musicians and their use of imagery to create hype and gain followers (much like a cult leader tbh). But this is why I’m so into her right now at this moment like never before. The whole premise of “Look What You Made Me Do” is how imagery and bad press (although Taylor Swift takes bad press and turns it into record breaking hit singles) has driven her to her peak of success. “Oh look what you made me do! I’ve won Grammy’s and lawsuits. I have millions of dollars, loyal fans, a squad of friends, and two lovely cats.”

Since she was a mere fifteen year old girl, singin’ in Nashville, people have been all over her for one thing or another saying she can’t be that nice, or look that surprised all the time, or date that many people, etc. “Look What You Made Me Do” is her way of saying “you know what? I’m never going to be perfect in your eyes so why should I try? I’m a product of what you all think of me and that will never change so I will become the stereotype and throw you all for a loop.” In “Look What You Made Me Do”, she quite literally just BECAME the headlines. I know this is a very different artist who operated with a totally different message but I’m going to do it anyway. An 80’s pop star/model/actress/general badass and current goddess named Grace Jones had/has a similar plan of attack. If you don’t know who she is, you should Google her ass immediately. She pushed the boundaries of stereotypes and what people thought of her to the point where she became the stereotype and that was her whole thing as an artist. Sounds familiar right? (*cough* Madonna *cough* Lady Gaga *cough* Nicki Minaj and so many others *cough*).

We saw the start of this “Become the Stereotype: Grace Jone’s Method for Financial Success” in 1989. “Blank Space” portrayed Taylor as a man-hungry, black-widow queen who lured unsuspecting males to her massive mansion only to chew them up and spit them out like a piece of Juicy Fruit Gum after five minutes. And again, we saw it in “Shake It Off”: the girl can’t dance for shit (although it seems like she been taking lessons because she busts a fuckin’ MOVE in the LWYMMD music video) but she can sure mom-shimmy with the best of em and she does what she wants.

I’ve taken up too much space, but the moral of the story is this: don’t judge someone by what they did when they were younger or what you think they should be. If I were judged that way, people would forever see a pockmarked sack of hormones with little talent but above average hand-eye coordination. Let Taylor be. She said that the Old Taylor couldn’t come to the phone right now because she’s dead, but she is certainly, very much alive. We criticized her for not being “country” enough. Then we judged her for not being “pop” enough. Now we’re judging her for being a “snake” and presenting a different set of thoughts and sounds. Just because she was young once doesn’t erase everything she’s said, or done, or sung, but she’s evolving. We’ve been telling her to change her whole life. Let her do it now.

It’s what we all wanted her to do anyway.

Wasn’t it?

-A

#taylor swift #reputation #look what you made me do #lwymmd #lwymmdvid #snake #queen #taylor #swift #ts6 #ts6 is coming #ts6 is here #ts6 is upon us

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