#ok 3rd in their pool out of 4 but still

[pinejay]

holy crap cuba's diaz/alayo is absolutely creaming their pool in men's beach vb rn. everyone at central park was devastated that usa's partain/benesh lost to them but now they also beat brazil's george/andre in 2 sets, 21-13 first set no less?? holy crap. this is huge. biggest upset of the whole olympics tbh

[bl-bracket]

Anyways I was going to make a post about the process of picking bracket topics and whatnot and was trying to come up with some examples of types of topics that would or wouldn't work and for whatever reason I thought of the concept of a "best murderer bracket" and I can't stop thinking about it lmao

it's just like such a funny concept? the idea of fictional murderers battling it out, especially ones from bls (which like I don't think is most people who are not super familiar with the genre as having a lot of characters who have killed people) is just funny in like an absurd way. like abstracting yourself from tumblr and tournament blogs, the idea of telling someone else that there's a tournament going for fictional murderers from east asian mlm tv shows, a genre that for several years was primarily shows about high school and uni students.

anyways that devolved into thinking about it more seriously, and then deciding a more practical way of doing it would to make some kind of directory of bl murderers. which would then lead to a lot of interesting statistical analysis, like characters with highest on screen kill counts, which countries have the highest proportion of fictional killers, etc. you can then make a separate category for characters with implied kills that aren't explicitly shown on screen or vague. and you could track how the number increases over time, which I assume exponentially goes up as more bls are exploring darker and more serious genres.

anyways back to the country stats, I started thinking about what the breakdown would look like so here's my guess based on zero research and just my general knowledge of shows

China. While having very few bls (censored or otherwise), they have a very unfair advantage and that is genre conventions. The 3 biggest Chinese bls I can think of are: The Untamed, Word of Honor, and Guardian. With The Untamed and Word of Honor, the conventions of xianxia and wuxia genres means that there are a lot of characters and almost all of them have killed before (usually nameless canon fodder but still). And then with Guardian, it's a supernatural detective mystery show with murder plots in it and a lot of characters, which again leads to a pretty high kill count. So even only counting these 3 shows, China will probably have the most killers in bl, or at the very least most kills done.

Thailand. It's a numbers game on this one. There's just so many Thai bls and an increasing number of like detective or mafia ones. A show like Kinnporsche has a lot of killers and deaths. Then there's other shows that include a few murderers (but less than Kinnporsche) like The Sign, Manner of Death, 4 Minutes, 3 Will Be Free, Never Let Me Go (Palm did shoot a couple guys dead elt's nto forget), Dead Friend Forever, etc. However the numbers also hurt Thailand in terms of proportions, since there's a lot more Thai bls that don't have murder, so it actually might be 3rd.

Japan. You're not getting much murder from your Cherry Magics and Old Fashion Cupcakes, which is what a significant portion of bl fan's primary exposure to Japanese bl is, but let's not forget that there's a lot of dark Japanese bls where murder is definitely on the table. Now I don't actually have a good gauge of what the numbers on this is, cause I haven't really delved that deep into this corner of the bl market, so I can't make a good estimation but I bet there's more than I'm aware of.

Taiwan. They've got a couple of mafia shows like HIStory 3: Trapped and Kiseki: Dear to Me, both of which have some implied and explicit murder (though less then you would expect if we're honest). That'll give them a few kills and they also have a relatively smaller pool of shows to pull from, meaning percentage wise it's a bit higher.

South Korea. Ok I am far from an expert of bls from South Korea, but unless there's like obscure short films I'm not aware of, the only drama I can think of from here with kills is Long Time No See? or I guess The Director Who Buys Me Dinner has like 1.5 murders? anyways Korea also has a not insignificant amount of bls to their name so proportionally it will be quite low.

The Philippines. Out of all the countries on this list, I am least familiar with the bls from here, but from what I've gathered during my routine mdl searches, basically all of them seem to be murder-free (unless of course there's some shocking plot twists in them)

anyways I'll probably never do this project just cause it would require a lot of time and collaborative effort and I've got a lot irl going on right now (hence why the submission period for most whipped is so long lol) and also have some other projects I'm already planning on doing so I don't really have time to do it. but I wanted to tell y'all about my thoughts on the matter.

also sorry if this is the weirdest thing I've ever posted. kinda had a major stress breakdown today but then resolved it relatively quickly cause I realized I could just reschedule the life altering appointment that was causing the breakdown lmao so I'm in a strange frame of mind lol

[serafilms]

just some of my fav content that kpop (boy) groups have put out (very specific!!!)

i spend many an hour on it (like actually just one hour) because i don’t want to work on my wips!!!

nct 127 hit the states: haechan x dallas

HAECHAN SILVER HAIR HAECHAN SILVER HAIR i will never shut up. this and purple and we go up brown/rainbow are his best looks idgaf. they’re just soo cute here and having so much fun and i can’t even believe how fun it looks :(( i wanna have a day like this

nct 127 hit the states: mark x vancouver

such a beautiful scenery and seeing mark be so happy in his hometown w the rest of 127 is so cute. taeil and jungwoo are so funny here too

boynextdoor pretty u cover

SLAYED! nothing more to say. i love bnd performances they ate down period.

beomgyu kids’ café on workman

the editing is so funny in this video PLS and the way the little girls all hated him but the boys were obsessed with him 😭 the café staff are so fun and nice too 👍 i love beomgyu sm

nct dream candy mv

no explanation required. once you candy you never stop candying. the cutest music video EVER i love it so much. nct dream mv’s always EAT. hello future, we go up, chewing gum, go, life is still going on (track video but still cute), hot sauce

txt lo$er=lover office attack version

so creative and fun and they look so good 😋

nct dream rooftop fight

so glad they actually did this bc i was waiting for it for so long 😭 they hyped it up for so many years did NOT disappoint. nct will never not be funny.

stray kids fancy cover

THE WAY I ACTUALLY FORGOT THIS HAPPENED UNTIL JUST NOW WHEN I WAS GOING THROUGH MY YOUTUBE PLAYLIST. omg we moved on too soon

boynextdoor funnextdoor

i’m actually in the process of watching it rn but i’m actually so amazed at how genuine and funny they are?? usually a lot of groups (excluding survival show groups) take a while to warm up to the cameras and talk to them and be natural around them and their members in front of them, but you can really tell how comfortable bnd are with each other and even though they’re warming up the the cameras, they’re so cute about it and so natural and outgoing that it’s not awkward at all and so fun to watch! and on that note….

boynextdoor what? door!

they’re so funny omg also bc why are hybe editors so slay?? will never stop promoting bnd (+zb1!!! love riize too but they have sufficient hype tbh i need bnd appreciation!! 5th gen boy groups let’s gooooo)

zerobaseone zbtv

ok so this list actually isn’t specific anymore but can u blame me. they’re so funny in all of the episodes how am i to choose just one. zb1 are quite literally one of the absolute funniest groups I’ve ever seen. love them sm PLEASE stan before they disband 😞

eunchae star diary with sunghoon and heeseung

EUNCHAE !!!!! she’s so cute i love eunchae star diary 😭 this was more awkward than the jake ni-ki one tbh but it was really cute too 👍 and the way sunghoon kept trying to weasel out the tea from her like leave that girl alone hoon 😭😭

honourable mentions to the kyujin and hiyyih episodes too!! bc it’s so fun to see eunchae with her friends

en o’clock episode 12

the one where they did like the high up line training course thing idk what it’s called and they were wearing camo print like military ish stuff idk man but it’s so funny and their early days r so cute

en o’clock episodes 32 and 33

the irl among us episodes 😭😭

boys planet jelly pop

MY GODDDDDD JELLY POP ZHANG HAO I LOVE U SM. i wish he liked women and was 4 years younger and went to my uni. i purchased many zhang hao pc’s recently. jelly pop my #7 most played song in spotify. i watched it too many times. saved so many edits. ilysm king.

txt idol human theatre when they went to that house

the way the managers lifted taehyun out of the pool gets me every single time 😭😭😭

txt idol human theatre during blue hour era

my fav idol human theatre episode EVER. so funny and i love blue hour era sm‼️

stray kids family 3rd anniversary

skz with wigs will never not be iconic. and why did jeongin and felix lowkey devour acting elderly like???

to do x txt flying yoga episode 83

i love this episode so much actually omfg PLEASEE they’re so funny 😭 kpop idols doing any kind of strenuous movement exercise is my favourite content ever

to do x txt self defense episode 104

this one is CRIMINALLY underrated actually. wdym both parts don’t have 1 million views at least? can’t tell you how many times i had to rewind bc i was enjoying it so much 🫶🫶 i have plans to rewatch this soon so i also can learn some self defense moves.

run bts episode 55

this whole trip starts from ep 53 but them slapping each other’s asses and trying not to laugh is one of the funniest things i’ve ever watched actually,, this was one of the first run bts vids i watched on vlive and it brings me back when i see clips of it 😢

the nct show (nct 2020 but in 2022)

i love LOVE when nct all gets together :( nct 2018 and nct world 2.0 !!!! everything happens for a reason and sungchan and shotaro belong in riize but this video is so fun and they’re all so cute together!! field day episodes!!!!!! this and hybe game caterers fr

007” 00” the nct show

same as previous with extra emphasis on I LOVE THE 00 LINE HOKY FUCK. yangyang ❤️❤️❤️ i need to watch more wayv content i miss him

upper side dreamin’ halloween version behind the scenes

sunoo dancing to mama at the end is peak editing. enha vs ghosts let’s go!!! they’re all so cute and funny in this 🥳🥳 the way ni-ki abandoned the camera man bye 😭

txt magic island mv

words cannot express how much i miss the dream chapter: magic era. how i wish i could find a song that makes me feel the way run away and magic island do. the things i’d do to listen to that album for the first time omfg!!!! anyways this mv and the run away mv make me so emotional like 😭😭😭 also old bts txt lore used to be so confusing to me like i would spend soo so long trying to figure it out

anyways that’s it bc youtube search and sorting history filters are ass so i can’t find many more but i hope at least 1 person finds a new video to watch from this.

[hazard-and-friends]

trial debrief (1)

this post is about the NW aspect, next one will cover EVERYTHING ELSE HE DID RIGHT

NW1 is 4 searches: interior, exterior, containers, vehicle. there is 1 hide in each, and you must get all 4 hides in 1 trial in order to title. this trial had a pass rate of 44% which is about normal for NW1s.

here i have linked the virtual walkthrough. we did exterior and vehicle back to back (the two i was most worried about) and then containers and interior back to back. i was worried about exterior bc mr the man likes to pee on upright surfaces and peeing is an automatic excusal. worried about vehicles just bc we haven't done them much.

exterior: pronounced! we waited inside a barn, then walked out, had about 5 feet of space, and then the start line. i held him back in that empty space and we did a little focus exercises so that he was actually paying attention, before i turned him to the start line and cued search. he went right in, scooped into the right wall, investigated the pooling smells there, then went to the end of the bench. 31 seconds, i think i could have called it earlier but it was LITERALLY THE FIRST SEARCH OF THE DAY WE WERE TEAM 1 so like. took some deep breaths and waited for him to be clear. (from judge comments the pronounced was bc of making sure he was engaged before starting? i think. i'm not clear. this wasn't a search he found particularly difficult.)

vehicle: pronounced! THIS IS THE ONE HE KILLED ME ON. he did in fact walk out and got very confused about why there were cars. why there were people. why were we standing in a parking lot :c :c :c. i dragged him (not quite literally) around both cars. he was disengaged and then decided to go sniff the barn wall. in my first correct decision, i let him. when he was satisfied i was able to turn him back to the car, he tracked an odor from the wall to the first car, stuck his nose up in the air and thought about going up. i engaged my brain, realized the odor must be on the other side of the car/between the two cars, and brought him around to the front of the cars. then--iirc, but our search video isn't available yet--he nailed it pretty quickly. took us TWO MINUTES TEN SECONDS of a time limit of 3 min, i was praised for my patience and handling. i did not kill him. this was literally half of our total search time.

containers: my second heart attack and honestly the other search i think should've been pronounced. 18 boxes in 3 lines. he comes in, blows past the first two lines, starts working his way down the 3rd line and skips a couple boxes at the end. asshole. eventually checks MOST boxes. stops on one box, sniffs intently, moves along. i make a mental note. stops on a SECOND box, sniffs intently, raises that paw...moves along. jo is on record as saying she would've called it then. then he went right back to the first box, stopped, sniffed, tapped VERY gently with his paw, i called alert. the math here was that if i waited for him to box smash, we would've gotten a fault, but you can get a fault and still pass. if i called it early and was wrong, that would've been that. 1 min 12 seconds.

interior: walks in, ponders the people, sniffs the videographer's shoes, i redirect him easily, walks down the mirror, SEES A JO. jo ducks out of sight, he contemplates the mirror and then alerts on the hide. 27 seconds. no fuss.

overall: i am super duper hecking pleased with his ability to search in 4 new locations while i am at the other end of the leash fretting. i am pleased with myself for not losing it in vehicle. we won no awards for speed but that's never my goal with him so that's ok. THRILLED HE DID NOT PEE.

alert behavior still involves a paw lift but he's gotten very delicate with it and we did not get faulted for it in vehicle even tho lots of people did so. not going to fuss too much.

[revehae]

since it’s implied in indulgence that johnny has other victims scattered between the 4 main ones, what would some of the other circumstances be that he just hasn’t gotten caught for yet 🫣

the first thing i thought about was his first victims! in 1998, he had 11 victims including martina mortes. this is his highest kill count in a single year because his first kills were one-offs and he was still learning what he liked and perfecting his M.O.

this also makes them the most interesting, at least to me, because this was before he settled into routine and he was a youngin and all the things yadayadayada.

for the most part those kills looked like this: he found a girl on a night out, wooed and charmed her for a couple of hours, convinced her to go alone with him for obvious reasons, and then boom the poor thing had fallen into his trap. they were dead that same night. i’m certain it didn’t take long for him to get the grand idea to incorporate sex into the kills Lol like by the 2nd/3rd victim he was probably choking them out mid-intercourse vs just straight up strangling them and being done

his victims also age with him like they’re not super young unless he’s super young. for the most part. i imagine indulgence!mc was quite a bit younger than him and although she’s not necessarily a victim he was definitely into her 😭 otherwise she wouldn’t have gotten half that info out of him. maybe late twenties. dylidl!mc was also a decade younger but this one isn’t so bad to me considering shes like early 30s and hes 43.

i said all of that to time skip to his marriage with christine… we’re not going to talk about her lol we’re just going to talk about one of the victims he had during the 3 years that they were married. now at this time he was like 30-33 himself and his victim pool would have been around the same age so he would’ve probably gone for some lady with a REAL job that was also stressed out from it… so like dylidl!mc he was probably just casually blowing her back out until he was like okay time to hide you in my basement for 3 months… which he didnt get to do with her the professor and we all know why. this is funny bc he did all that and his wife just never knew what was happening underneath her house 😭😭😭😭😭

like contrary to johnny 25 years ago, he really goes the whole nine yards. so you can imagine he was flirting and wooing these women for months prior to the kidnappings. because - and i want to explain this in a way that makes sense - he’s not particularly faithful himself. not to his long-term partners (sabrina, christine, probably martina but to a smaller extent), and especially not to his shorter term victims. if he was holding one girl captive in the basement, you can best believe he was already working on the next one to make sure he could keep up with his schedule ☝️ swapping them is really important to this guy lol 1) he gets bored after a while and 2) the urge to kill them gets uncontrollable after a while, 3 months it seems

this is all funny considering he calls women cheating whores and he’s the cheating whore in question like ok sir.

[joshuasearing]

Saturday 3rd June 2023

Hey journal my bad for not writing in here do a good few days but I will talk you through the last few days I may just speak about the three days i have had of work. So Thursday I had an hour and a half driving lesson, this went ok however something did happen that was unexpected. Basically I pulled up on this up curb on this hill, then crazily this man in he’s van came right behind are car then beeped at us. We just was so confused on why he went behind us when we parked up. Anyways as I was about to start my hill start, we get this loud knock on my driving instructors window so the passengers side. Anyways my driving instructor rolled down the window, and the guy just started swearing and being really rude. He was claiming that we were blocking and in the way of he’s drive. We were not in the way of he’s drive at all he’s drive was absolutely clear. Also we parked next to an upcurb which is legal anyways shortly after this we just drove of and carried on with are lesson. The guy just want to have an arguement for no reason. Anyways a few minutes after this i still felt shook up from what just happened this led to me making a few mistakes but that was not my fault he just through me of my game. Anyways at the end of my driving lesson he got me to do a reverse bay park and I smashed it and did it with confidence which is good and is progress. After the driving lesson I went to the gym and I did about a 45 minute leg session. After the gym I walked into town and met up with my friend Daniel and when I’m town we played some games of bowling and we also played pool. So in bowling I ended up losing both games unfortunately then with pool we both won 4 each so it ended 4-4. After all of this we went to Maccies and I got myself to mayo chicken add cheese with a chocolate wispa flurry. After eating this we both walked to my house. Once we got to my house we both just chilled in my room and I watched some interview with Andrew Tate and he just also went onto he’s phone. Then soon he got picked up by he’s dad, once he left I decided to continue to watch the interview then after this i Instagram called my girlfriend.

Now for yesterday, yesterday was pretty shit, I felt like shit and got fuck all done. All I did was play some games on my pc mainly crew 2 and also relaxed in bed and also Instagram called my girlfriend at the end of the day.

Now for today I got up at about 10ish I just relaxed for a little then after a while I had a shower and got ready for the day. Then at about 11 something we left our house as I played in a charity game today. The experience was good however we unfortunately lost this game. We ended up losing 5-3. Last year we won 13-2 and I scored 2 goals. So we were a bit more unfortunate this years game. This year the money donated and made was going British heart foundation I believe. Also this year my dad was the main sponsor which was wonderful and good for my dads business. The thing that I need to improve on for football is my confidence and also my fitness, my fitness is so bad. I run out of energy so quickly. Anyways this has been my past few days I will speak to you later journal. Bye journal!

[kennyfischerconsulting]

Whitey and Rose  - Part 2

So, in November of 1969 Diversified moved my wife Margie, my 1-year-old daughter Julie, and me to Los Angeles to work for Whitey. Since Julie was the only grandchild of all 4 grandparents, you could imagine how popular that made me. We moved to a two-bedroom apartment in Encino, about 35 minutes commute to the WNF office on 3rd and Martel; right down the street from Farmers Market. Although by then I was buying scrap, attending conventions, and traveling the US, LA was quite a culture shock for Margie and me. We had no friends or relatives, which was a lot harder on Margie than me, since I was busy at work all day.  We lived at the beautiful Balboa Biltmore apartments, with underground parking and a swimming pool, and the rent was three times what we were paying in St. Louis. I may have been the only one in the building that had an American car and wore a suit and tie to work.  Even so, at $17,500 a year and a company car we were doing just fine.

OK, back to WNF.  Rose Seminow was and had been Whitey’s secretary (dictation was the only way in those days), office manager, girl Friday, and my savior.  They did eventually marry a few years after Whitey’s wife Louise passed away. 

Rose Sall is 96 (as of 2016) and is still sharp as a tack and a great money manager. Rose was so nice to us when we moved and did anything  she could make our transition easier. Her husband was called “Sim” and they didn’t have much of a relationship.  He was a lot rougher than cultured Whitey, but he did take me deep sea fishing for the first time and with my freshwater gear and lite line I caught the only Yellow Tail on a day trip out of San Pedro.

 Whitey was the Dean of the LA scrap metal business and probably had more knowledge of that industry, including melting, than maybe anyone in America.  He generously passed on all that I could absorb. Since we did no melting or smelting in California, a lot of what he knew passed with him, since there was no need for me to know much of it. He always went out of his way to be good to me and teach me anything that would help me grow.  He was gruff and not in the best of moods most times and only those few people who knew him well and knew of his generosity really loved him.  The rest disliked or feared him, but that didn’t keep them from coming to him for advice and an occasional loan.

 I once saw him lend $1,500 to a despicable, totally unsavory fellow in the metals business and I questioned him about getting paid back.  His answer was, “I hope he doesn’t pay me back.  That way he won’t have the guts to come ask again.” We had this overtly gay guy, and a Pilipino non-practicing lawyer in the office as clerks, Freddie Tobias, an old buyer from Whitey’s past, and eventually Syndicate member Ronnie Polishuk in the LA office.

To refresh: Ronnie and I met in Junior High, went to High School together, was my roommate in college and in the Army, came to work in LA, moved to Cucamonga when I did, and worked in the metal’s business for my brother Ellis in St. Louis until Ellis passed away in April of 2017.

[pick-em-pool]

WEEK 14

Well, well, well. There remain 4 weeks, 24 days, 52 football games, 300 Dollars, and ONE winner 😱 With the gap narrowing at the top, who has the CHUTZPAH to claim the throne and be remembered forever after as the CHAMPION of the Daigneault-Ziegler NFL pick-em pool tournament of champions season 3 (name still pending) 🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑

RUSTY - 8 POINTS

Our top scorer du jour leads everyone with 8 points in a decidedly LACKLUSTER week 🤨 for all players ⬇ The commissioner is considering levying a TEN POINT fine upon Rusty after he came to our apartment under the guise of cooking us a delicious spaghetti dinner. What he REALLY was after was the top spot, and after serving Gabby 603,502 whiskey gingers and watching everyone's favorite Christmas movie, Die Hard, 🤷‍♀️ Gabby was incapacitated for 5 days, NO WONDER she only has 7 points 😑

ABBY - 8 POINTS

A SLIGHTY above average score means Abby is one of our top finishers this week 🎖 Can a perfect finish in these last few weeks be enough to push her to the top?! Ehhhh MAYBE 🤷‍♀️ I'm sure it's possible, but this is me trying to calculate how Abby could possibly win this thing:

Even though her season is likely a loss, she can spend the remaining weeks analyzing the GAME OF FOOTBALL, studying up for next season. Well, she can at least do that for the 4:30 PM games. Waking up in time for the 1:00 PM games is PROBABLY too tall of an order for the human sloth 🦥

GABBY - 7 POINTS

Tough week for Gabby 😬 First she gets Covid, then she can't go to bottomless brunch see her sister in Pittsburgh, then Rusty assassinates her, THEN she only scores 7 points this week 😭 where she missed on the LA Rams pick 👎 and the Tennessee pick 🥴 What hurts the most, though, MUST be that she was demoted from Chief Pickleball Court Reserver this week 😞 after the Daigneault's finally figured out how iPhones work 📱

JANIE - 7 POINTS

I don't care that she's been in 3rd place for six weeks now, I'm not going to relax 🏖 until the season is over, the money has been awarded, and I know FOR SURE that Janie hasn't won again 😒 I'm worried she's secretly unstoppable - I just found out she had Covid and I didn't even KNOW

JULIETTE - 7 POINTS

The Tombstone Tsunami (I'm running out of Arizona themed alliterations for this girl) is hanging tough with a chance to STRIKE coming into the final weeks 🐍🐍🐍 I can't wait to see if she can pull it off 😎 Will the Gen Z'er be too occupied with Roblox and griddys to focus? Who knows?! I know we like to harrass her because she can't legally drive a car (maybe that's a good thing for the Daigneaults *cough* Val *cough*) but she's not THAT much younger than us 👵👴🧓 This was Gabby's reaction when she had the NERVE to call us boomers:

VAL - 7 POINTS

Even the most coldhearted, callous little Wednesday Addams would break down when confronted with this love-story-for-the-ages. Even the commissioner, as a happily married man, cannot help but feel a sense of awe at this pure, unfettered bonding of souls 🥺. Add to this love the fact that they live apart 🏘, only able to see each other on occasion, and you have a romantic tragedy that puts Romeo and Juliette to shame. Yes indeed, Val and Rocky's romance truly deserve their own play 😩 Oh yeah and she scored 7 points this week, pretty OK 👌 Peyton? who is that?

JJ - 6 POINTS

A slight stumble bumps JJ back in the race to the top this week 😓 with Tennessee AND Pittsburgh letting him down. is this just a bump in the road, or is JJ going to burn out into the final weeks 😨 Maybe when he shaved his beard he shaved off his powers 😱 It's understandable though, as he was moving from George Clooney territory to Duck Dynasty territory

JJ when all the children came to sit on his lap thinking he was Santa Claus:

PEYTON - 6 POINTS

For just the SECOND time this season, Peyton has fallen out of the top 3 📉📉📉 Can the rookie pull it together to finish a CHAMPION? Or will our debutant be tossed out like yesterday's lasagna 🍝🍝🍝 He's going to have to think hard about his next moves so he can finish STRONG 💪 Here's actual footage of Peyton contemplating his football picks in a normal human-sized shower:

"Why do you have footage of Peyton in the shower?" you ask? Uhm. Well. Uhhh...

I simply CANNOT believe another season is almost over 🤯 and, amazingly, once again, I truly don't know WHO is going to take the crown 🤴👑 If you've got picks, you've got a chance, let's see who is going to get that MONEY 💹💹💹💹💱💱💱💳💳💲💲🤑🤑💸💰💰 P.S. Val please reach out to inquire about representing me the upcoming sexual harassment case Reeseman V Ziegler thank youuu

[approximateknowledge]

@amrtiamat "arthropod. :) possibly a beetle of some kind, the first thing that came to mind specifically was a click beetle"

ok so im gonna make *2* timelines for this one because there's been a bit of confusion i think: "beetle" is a clade, "click beetle" is a species; a click beetle's niche is "small nocturnal leaf-litter herbivore/detrivore"

both paths are gonna end up in that niche, but ill make it so the second one ends up having a bodyplan that also *looks* like a beetle

here goes!

version uno (tiny recognisable mammal version):

-step 1: bat gets smaller to eke out a niche on smaller insect prey

-step 2: bat starts preying on aphids, becoming a kind of peripheral ant-parasite in the process; crucially though, they also become mostly flightless around this time, because aphids don't really fly either

-step 3: as the aphid-hunting becomes more intense and the ant retaliation becomes more severe, they teeny-tiny bats respond by evolving to jump away explosively out of danger

-step 4: the little flightless aphid-eaters specialise further into ant-parasitism and learn to eat from their fungus-gardens too

-step 5: turns out there's a lot of fungus outside the colonies too, and they begin to diversify as fungus-eating little jumpy carnivores

-step 6: it's not a big step from fungus to lichen, and from lichen to moss and other soft plants

-step 7: congratulations, you now have tiny jumpy herbivorous bats crawling through the leaflitter

and now for

version dos (shit gets weird!):

-step 1: huge bat colony roosts at the mouth of a massive cave system

-step 2: the guano-ecology that accumulates underneath the colony can sustain a large enough arthropod population to allow some bats to never leave the cave at all

-step 3: the cave-dwelling bats split off as a separate species from the main colony, and their flight becomes increasingly less developed; some venture deeper into the cave

-step 4: the ones venturing deeper undergo gradual adaptations for caverns life; the become albino, blind, completely flightless (but they *don't* lose their long flight-fingers, instead using them as "antennae" for better touch-navigation)

-step 5: caves are carved out by water, and it's in the water you have the best chance to find food; our weird cave-bat now lives like an olm: extremely slow metabolism, almost completely absent eyes, gets oxygen mostly through the skin; the bat now uses its 4 pairs of flight-fingers as "legs" to hold on, it's thumb-claws as a set of extra jaws, while the hind legs are flippers for the rare movement through open water

normally this would be the end, except in a very specific situation: mass-extinction

-step 6: return to the surface: all life in a cave depends on nutrients from the surface; an ecological collapse of said surface means a gradually dwindling supply of food in the cave; so the hungering cavespider-bat climbs back to the mouth of the cave, to feast in its shallow pools, with little competition after the recent mass extinction

-step 7: the comparatively empty surface leaves our little weirdo as a perfect disaster taxon; it regains pigment on its completely hairless skin, as well as keratin outer armour for protection as the ecological arm's race picks back up in the new world. the buried eye-gene also re-emerges after millions of years of disuse, though it's notably still a bit rough

-step 8: the bug-bats are growing in diversity of shape and diet, with one clade respecialising the "flippers" (ancestrally hind legs) for flight; they're wings now! also the second pair of legs specialises into antennae

(so the bugbat now has thumbs for mandibles, second digits for antennae, and the 3rd, 4th and 5th digits as "legs", and the hind legs for wings)

-step 9: one of these specialises into a nocturnal herbivore/detrivore, with a distinctive quirk to its keratin exoskeleton; it can fold 2 of its backplates like a spring, which if released launched the batbug in the air with a distinctive *click*

there you go!

that took a while

fun though

bats are the ultimated spec-evo animal

bodyplan so flexible it feels like cheating

[imagine-that]

I think I Wanna Marry You...

One shot #55

Summary: the Quarter Quell takes a toll on everyone, but especially on lovers...

Pairing: Finnick Odair x reader  (the reader is referred to as female for the purpose of sticking with the themes but it is not concretely finnick x female!reader)

Warnings: angst, mentions of murder, reader throws a vase so I guess violence

Finnick it’s about to start!” You shout from the sitting room anxiously, watching the symbol of the Capitol float on the screen, hugging a pillow to your chest tightly.

Ever since the fateful year his name was called on that stage, your stomach carried a knot the size of your head whenever you heard the Panem anthem, especially when the time came for the annual hellfest. Yours had once been called too, you were the victor of the games directly following Finnicks. the two of you had met in victors village and fallen in love, though no one really knew about it.

“Did I miss anything yet?” He asks, sitting down next to you and pulling you in towards him. You snuggle up to him, holding onto him for dear life. 

“Nothing yet. The reaping hasn’t started yet.” You murmur, biting at your lip. He tugs at your chin gently, pulling it up to look at him.

“Hey. It will be ok. I promise. We’ve both been called already, we’ve both been through this. They can’t do it to us again, ok?” He assures you.

“Finnick we agreed not to lie to each other. We both know that Snow never keeps a promise. Nothing is set in stone with him.” You sigh, a stray tear rolling down your face. 

“I know... I just can’t stand to see you upset.” He sighs, rubbing it away with his thumb. 

You nuzzle up close as possible to him in response, watching as president Snow starts his yearly speech. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the 75th year of The Hunger Games and it was written in the charter of The Games that every 25 years, there would be a Quarter Quell to keep fresh for each new generation the memory of those who died in the uprising against The Capitol.” Snow begins, addressing the nation with a voice meant to invoke a fear like no other.

“Each Quarter Quell is distinguished by Games of a special significance. And now on this the 75th anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion, we celebrate the 3rd Quarter Quell as a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of The Capitol.” Both you and Finnick hold each other even tighter at the thinly veiled threat, staring at the screen, unable to look away.

“On this, the 3rd Quarter Quell Games, the male and female Tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of Victors in each district.” He finally announces and you let out a loud cry, burying yourself in Finnick’s arms as he stares onward, completely taken aback by the words coming out of the snakes mouth.

Your staggered sobs continue as Snow’s voice does too. “Victors shall present themselves on Reaping Day-regardless of age, state of health or situation.” He says and both you and Finnick know that at least one of those things was an attack on at least two other past victors from district 4.

“No... no no no no NO!” You sob. “He can’t do this to us again! he can’t!” You murmur, throwing a vase off the coffee table and at the nearest wall.

Finnick holds you tighter, saying nothing at all, clearly in shock. 

“I-I can’t do it... I can’t do it again, I can’t do it if you’re there, I can’t fight these people or kill anyone again.” You cry, your lip trembling in a mix of anger and fear.

“I know. Me neither. But we will find a way! We will get through this somehow, I know it baby.” He says into your hair, stroking it soothingly. 

You knew he was hopeful for the uprising coming, you were too but there was no way it would come soon enough to save you from the arena. They were still preparing, no one was going to be ready to protect the victors and risk coming out of the shadows so soon. If they did, it would be an instant death sentence. No, you knew that at least one of you, if not both of you were fated to die in that arena this time around.

“Hey, hey, don’t go thinking about it too hard alright sweetheart? We’ll be ok, there’s still 2 other female victors from our district, you aren’t the only one.” He promises with a forced smile.

“But you are.” You whimper sadly, looking into his eyes with your glassy sad ones.

“And I will do whatever it takes to get out of there and back to you. But you have to trust me right? We both have to believe it. We will both be safe my love, no matter what, I promise.” He says soothingly, placing a delicate lasting kiss on your forehead as you nod quietly with a sigh.

“Finnick, I can’t bear the idea of going in there and killing our friends. We’ve known these people for years, they’ve lived through the absolutely traumatic games just like we have. Why is he doing this?” You ask quietly, playing with his fingers.

“Because he’s a snake. Because he’s scared and wants to gain control on the rebellion but doesn’t know how. Because he’s pure evil.” Finnick answers bitterly, staring at the Capitol symbol in spite.

The two of you lay curled up with each other quietly for a while, taking in the horror show that was just unleashed on you.

“Let’s get married. It doesn’t have to be anything public, just for us. I just want to be us, you and me forever. No games, no death, no destruction, no public stunt. Just concrete love between two people. Between us.” Finnick says suddenly, holding your hands in his own carefully.

You giggle in disbelief, glancing up to see his expression, only to find he is dead serious. 

“You’re serious? Not public, not a play for the games... just us?” You say hopefully and he nods with a smile, beaming at your soft voice. “Ok, let’s do it. Let’s get married. Before the reaping, before anymore of this chaos.” You agree, giggling louder as he grins in the small victory, pulling you tightly to him and hugging you tightly from behind.

“Right now?” You ask, grinning gleefully at him as he nods, the smile on his own face growing.

“And when we both survive this, because we will, we’ll have such a fabulous party even the Capitol will be jealous. We deserve it honey.” He promises, kissing your knuckle.

You both get up, going into his room to change. You kept most of your clothes there, rarely spending time in your own house other than to check in on your family.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this. Does this make us crazy?” You ask, still smiling.

“Maybe, but there’s no shame in that.” He says and you can hear the smirk in his voice as you pull on your finest clothes. Both of you had fairly rich looking clothes, mostly meant for public appearances. Heaven forbid you ever leave a hair out of place in the eye of Panem.

Once you’re both changed, the two of you go together hand in hand to the center of the district, quickly finding someone you trusted and knew was an officiant. Weddings weren’t uncommon in the District but still, on a day such as this, every district was clouded with a certain bleakness. This made it shocking to your friend when you had told him you intended to celebrate your love for each other in the face of such imminent danger. Still, he agreed and walked with you down by the water, where the two of you were joined in marriage.

There was no other people around really and it wasn’t the warmest of days but neither of you would’ve had it any other way than being with the person you most loved in the place you both so loved, feet wading in the water as you shared your first kiss as a married couple.

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Reaping day...

The love celebrations had ensued for a few days but as reaping day approached, your glee slowly faded into fear and anxiety. Finally it was there and you couldn’t help but be relieved it was finally going to be over with, despite knowing it was only the beginning.

Your districts name puller was much less flamboyant than some such as Effie Trinket, often opting to wear minimal makeup though it was still bright. She also chose to wear more muted, pastel colours. The one similarity was the ridiculous wig resting on her head, a vibrant shade of blue, probably to represent the water for District 4. 

‘How clever’ you thought to yourself sarcastically, more bitter now than you had been when the announcement was first made.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of District 4 it is my great pleasure to choose your tributes for this years very special Hunger Games.” She announces in her own over the top Capitol accent. 

“We will start with the gentlemen.” She states and really you’re more surprised than anything else.

You watch her anticlimactic pull from the bowl, watching the single slip that would ruin your life for good get plucked up and read out loud.

“Finnick Odair.” It reads, as expected but that doesn’t stop tears from streaming down your cheeks, watching sadly as he walks up to the stage, calm and masked as possible, avoiding your eyes.

You had both decided it would be best to act more stoic and not give the cameras the satisfaction of seeing you get emotional over each other. You refused to truly give into their hunger for a romance to shake things up, opting to be less entertainment skits for them and more for each other.

“And now for the ladies, how exciting!!” The chirpy woman trills and you have to disagree.

“Annie Cresta!” She announces and you turn a sympathetic glance to the redhead next to you. She has clear tears in her eyes as she starts to messily cry, making her way to the stage. You want so badly to volunteer, to stop her flow of tears and save the poor mad girl from the cruel fate awaiting her but you had promised Finnick if your name wasn’t called, you wouldn’t do anything selfless. And the two of you never broke your promises.

Still, Annie was a sweet girl, you knew this. The games had messed up her head more than they had anyone else's. Her name even being in the draw at all hardly seemed fair but neither did anything the Capitol did. 

Annie begrudgingly climbed the stairs to stand beside Finnick but then came along Mags, who was almost too selfless for her own good. She quickly volunteered for the girl, who fell into a heap of sobs of gratitude, tightly hugging the older woman with affection. Mags’ smile alone made you want to volunteer on the spot but you resisted that urge.

The woman on the stage announced the volunteer and you tuned out the rest of her speech, choosing to instead stare down Finnick with love eyes until she finished. She asked for applause but to District 4′s credit, not one citizen clapped even a little. The bright woman awkwardly moved on.

You waited until the square was starting to clear a bit to fully make your way to the visitors station to say goodbye but you gasped in surprise to see Finnick with a slightly busted lip and being dragged to the train.

“Stop! Let me go, I get a goodbye for godsake!” He shouts, trying to fight out of the Peacekeeper grip but they keep pulling, unphased by his argument. When he finally catches your shocked eyes in the crowd, he fights even harder, even more desperately.

“I LOVE YOU! I WILL WIN THIS FOR YOU Y/N!” He shouts, desperately needing you to hear. You nod franticly to prove you do and he shouts a goodbye your way, followed by another I love you as he’s thrown onto the train along with Mags and the chipper Capitol announcer.

“I love you too... Goodbye Finnick.” You whisper as the train rapidly pulls away, your eyes welling with tears as it takes away your favorite person, not knowing whether it would dare to bring him back again.

[ashleygetsblacked]

Side Dick 1 (Part 1 of 4)

So my birthday was on August 30th and I turned 24. That night, my gf told me that since couples were getting harder to find, she wanted W1 to start accompanying her on our dates, which I agreed to. She also said that she had been trying to find me a guy for some regular dick on the side, exclusive to me, so we didn’t have to keep testing while there was a lull in the couples activity. That sounded like a fabulous idea to me as well. She had already lined up a potential candidate that we were going to meet up with on Saturday September 3rd. On the day of, W1, my gf and I all met up with M4 at our local pool hall. It had officially become our place to meet up with new partners, allowing for conversation and long periods of checking out each other’s bodies physically without commitment. If it was meh, at least the game of pool was fun. He was a good looking black guy, maybe 6’5” tall. He was clean-shaven, with a short fade, expressive eyes and a great smile. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt with khakis and sneakers, and as he talked to us, my eyes kept darting back and forth between his hands and his lips. He had really nice lips and really big hands. He was actually quite good at pool too, and I watched him hungrily as he circled the table. His back was broad and I could see his shoulder blades move under the fabric of the t-shirt. He his arm muscles were well defined but more toned than ripped, and his torso was just thick. He was huge. Noticing his large build, I asked him how much he weighed and he said 328 lbs. My pulse quickened. For comparison, I range somewhere between 112 and 116 lbs and stand at 5’2”. He was more than double my weight and easily triple my size. I was finding myself getting aroused as I thought about the size difference between us. It turned out that he was smart too, and my gf had actually known him from a past project at work (she’s a software engineer and he’s a coder) and he also was a LOT older than he looked. He was 45, divorced, and not looking for any type of commitment. He was agreeable to a fuck buddy sort of arrangement, and was ok with being exclusive to me while we were seeing each other. I jokingly said ‘but first you’ll have to audition for the part’, and he just smiled and said ‘well what are we waiting for?’ We went to his house in a somewhat fancy part of town. I rode with him in his tesla to talk more, while my gf and W1 drove separately. He offered me a vape pen and said it was Sativa so I took a couple hits. It turned out that he had kids, which was fine of course, but I was shocked to discover they were actually older than me! This guy was like literally my dad’s age but I wasn’t put off by it. Instead I just found myself wondering what his experience level would be like in bed. He was listening to 90s rap in the car, and I actually recognized one of the songs as “five on it” by Luniz, and I was proud of myself for knowing that. I’m still very new to music that’s culturally black, but I like that song and it had me getting into a relaxed vibe as we arrived at his house. W1 pulled up right behind us and we all went inside together. After a brief tour of the house, we all went to the living room where he offered us a choice of drinks. I opted for Malibu coconut rum, not wanting anything too heavy, while our host opted for a glass of Jack Daniel’s Tennessee honey, and my ladies both had vodkas with oj. He lived alone and had a nice set up, and it was comfortable hanging out with him on the couch. I finished my drink and stood up to stretch, really taking my time to do so and I felt his eyes lingering on my body in a good way. I grabbed his hand and said ‘to the bedroom then?’ and he got up to follow. (Part 2 of 4)

[kimthwariru]

Namjoon reaction—calling him a ‘friend’ when he clearly has a thing for you

❀genre: smut, a bit of fluff

❀collage au

(This was originally supposed to be a quick reaction but something happened to me and I couldn’t stop writing)

“Look, Jisoo, I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong” you flash a cheeky smile at your best friend. She’s being going on and on about how this Kim Namjoon guy had a thing for you.

You can’t lie, you’ve seen him around in campus and sometimes you’d wish he would suffocate you with these thighs of his. Ugh. The perfect combo, lean yet masculine physique with a brain that actually functions for a change. You’ve seen the way these collage girls were circling him around and you can’t blame them, the guy was a catch.

But he was not your crowd of people. He was outgoing, social and had loads of what you like to call “the lad friends”. You guessed his main activities were partying and getting shitfaced every night.

You’ve talked to him a couple of times. He uses the same bench as you to read now and then. You would eventually take sneak peeks at the books he was reading, check if he had any taste or not, and the result was always better than what you expected. This guy knew books. He was not just reading what was on the best seller’s that week to look sophisticated in front of others.

When he caught you peaking he’d started having small talk with you. You swear you’ve never experienced a better conversation flow with another human being. This guy screamed comfort. He seemed genuinely curious about the things you were saying. None of that painful act of pretending to be interested just because he wanted to get laid. You had been talking with him for a month straight and aside from a few moments of some what flirty looks his actions never suggested something more.

His aura was welcoming and he always paid attention to the little things. Unlike some other shallow guys out there, he felt…different.

But how different could he really be? You’ve seen the people he hangs out with. Kim Taehyung? He had a relationship with three girls at the same time. Didn’t even apologize for being the biggest jerk in history. You’ve heard Jung Hoseok’s body count was reaching a 3 digit number AND Jeon Jungkook once fucked 4 different girls at the same night.

Just thinking about it makes you sick. It pains you to admit but there’s only one truth to this. Even if Kim Namjoon was interesting, he was definitely a person you needed to stay away from. All the data point to a big fuckboy alert!

“Come on y/n…. If he wasn’t even in the slightest interested in you then why did he tell me explicitly that he wanted you to attend the party??”

“An invitation to a party doesn’t mean anything. Besides, I’m sure I’m not his style. Have you seen the type of girls he hangs out with? Yikes.”

Jisoo smirked at you “Oh, I see you’re stalking him now?”

You shake your head “Don’t be ridiculous! We take Econ together, that’s all. What? Am I supposed to cover my eyes every time I see him?”

“Maybe you should” Jisoo came closer to you “Y/n, we’re going to that party”

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“This is a big mistake, I’ll get bored within the hour” You scream at Jisoo over the loud music.

“Don’t be a whiney ass and enjoy yourself for once” she handed you a drink.

Enjoy yourself for once. You and Jisoo’s definition of enjoying one self were clearly very different. You scan the room to look for any familiar faces you could talk to. Unfortunately, not a lot of your acquaintances attended frat parties.

Your head motion immediately pauses when you meet eyes with Namjoon across the garden. Was he looking at you this whole time? You feel your cheeks burn.

Initially, you don’t know how to react but eventually you flash him a small smile and focus back on Jisoo

“Kim Namjoon just gave me the biggest stare of all time” you say as you down your drink

“What!?” Jisoo’s eyes widened “This is the time where I say I told you so.”

You think for a second that maybe Jisoo was right all along. But that just makes the whole thing more dangerous for you. You can’t lie, Namjoon is attractive, but you knew he was trouble. Maybe he liked you today and then liked another girl tomorrow.

Suddenly, you feel a hand touch your shoulder “Hey y/n, Jisoo. Glad you guys made it” Namjoon’s low voice pierced your ears.

Jisoo gave you a look before replying to him “Hey!! We couldn’t miss such a night!” She smiled “right y/n??”

“Yeah!! Totally” you cheer kind of awkwardly.

Namjoon’s eyes fixed on you. You felt his stare eat you up. His whole presence felt angelic yet overwhelming. “Do you guys maybe want to join us? We’re sitting right by the pool”

“Oh! Sure, why not!” Jisoo answered almost immediately

You were walking towards the pool, Namjoon was pacing right next to you, he was so close to the point where you could sort of smell his cologne. You swear you could get drunk off his scent.

“I have to be honest, I didn’t think you’d actually come” He chuckled

“Are you disappointed?” You teased and raised an eyebrow.

You see a dimple smile making its appearance, how can this dude be so incredibly hot and cute at the same time? “I think pleasantly surprised would be the right way to put it”

Why do you feel like you can not breath? He hasn’t said much, yet you feel yourself burn up all of a sudden. “Good to know” you smile back.

“Joon! You have to see this” was the first thing Taehyung yelled when you arrived to the place where the guys were sitting “12 o’clock, Hobi making out with Mina from 3rd year. Can you believe it? After two years of trying to get it, he finally succeeds”

Of course the main talk is girls. No surprise there.

“Jungkook bitch, you owe me 20 bucks” Taehyung eyed Jungkook

Your expression screamed disgust. Apparently, Namjoon noticed “They are not as bad as they seem” he elbowed you.

You give him and awkward laugh “I’ll take your word for it” You lie.

“Guys, this is Jisoo and y/n. Can you stop trying to head lock each other and say hello? You’re embarrassing me” Namjoon introduced the pair of you to the boys who were still arguing about the bet. 

“Oh, hey girls.” Taehyung paused to inspect Jisoo’s face. “Hey, business and shipping? Ain’t it?”

“Oh, yeah, right!” Jisoo smiled

“Hyung aren’t you taking that class for like the third time? How many times can you fail you recon?” Jungkook teased him and Taehyung answered by giving him a slap on the shoulder.

“Hey y/n, do you want to go grab a drink? I think you’ll need it if you are to tolerate these guys” Namjoon offered.

“I trust you know best” you smile and quickly follow behind him. His shoulders wide and his muscles very visible even through his airy shirt. This guy was a whole statue.

“By the way, I’ve never seen you at parties before. I think I saw you once at the December ball but that’s about it. Not really a big fan of these kind of things, are you?” He suddenly said. You can’t really decode his words. How did Kim Namjoon know you even went to the December ball? You’re pretty sure you didn’t even talk to him that night.

“Interested in me much?” You give him a cheeky smile but he was just looking at you, a couple of seconds passed without him responding “I’m only joking! It’s true I don’t really attend these sort sort of things.”

“And what do you do for fun miss y/n?” He laughs and you swear if you could bottle the sound and get drunk on it you would.

“Oh you’ll think I’m lame”

“Try me” he said in a serious tone while starring right through your eyes. Suddenly, your body felt too heavy for your legs to bear. How can he get to you like that?

“Okay…” You start, him looking at you like that didn’t help control your train of thought, but you manage to get a hold of yourself “So you know that little corner cafe on willow street? Every Friday they have these comedy music nights. A guy-“

“Park Jihoon and the little funny guitar, yeah! I used to go there every Friday during my freshman years! Do they still do that old thing? I swear the pun with the atom never failed to make my day.” He started laughing again.

“Whoah what? You’re telling me you’ve been to the shrieking shack?” That place was a little treasure you’d found earlier this year. It was an amazingly cozy place, perfect during the cold winter time. The staff were all so kind and wore these big oversized colorful ties. But the people going there were all much older than you. You’ve never heard someone your age talk about that place. Let alone a person like Namjoon.

“Careful how you talk to a veteran y/n. I’ve basically helped to build the place” he chuckled.

“Y/n is that you?” A familiar voice greeted you.

“Jimin! Oh my god, hey! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you!” You hug him.

Jimin was a great soul, he majored in contemporary dance and ballet. He had been traveling for the past couple of years enrolling in some extra ballet classes in the magical city of Paris. You envied him for his talent and admired him for his passion.

“Girl, you have to come visit me. You’ll love Europe!”

“I would also LOVE to have some money in my wallet” you laugh “Oh Jimin, this is my friend, Namjoon. We go to collage together”

Namjoon gave you a look and soon after shook Jimin’s hand “What’s up. Nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you too! But y/n, I’m so so sorry, I have to go. I was actually on my way out just now. I sort of uhm, have a thing-you know” he coughed “I’m leaving in two weeks, can we please meet before that?”

You knew Jimin was probably off to his ex boyfriends house. They broke up before Jimin left for Paris but every time he got back he’d have a couple of hookups with him. “Oh yeah! I bet you’ve got something very important right now, you better go quickly” you teased him “I’ll text you tomorrow, ok?”

Jimin laughed so much his eyes were barely visible “definitely! text me! I’ll be off then! Bye mister Kim Namjoon” he playfully said and was out of your sight a second later.

“You two seem…close” Namjoon suddenly commented

“Yeah! We were! But he has been studying abroad for like two years now.”

Namjoon’s facial expression was quite enigmatic “Did you guys ever… you know”

“Oh no no no.” You pause to make a small chuckle “Jimin isn’t exactly interested in, well, girls like me, or to be exact, girls in general”

Namjoon’s eyes widened and he immediately bursted into laughter “oh… I see” he made a pause “So tell me then, how come the old soul that never goes to parties finally attends one?”

You feel your cheeks burn red. Partly because the reason you went was him. You don’t know why, but the past month you and Namjoon hit it off very well and you wanted to test Jisoo’s crazy theory, you wanted to make sure for yourself if Namjoon was interested in you or not. Now the problem was, even if it turned out he did like you, you didn’t know what you’d do exactly. Namjoon was a really nice guy, but he didn’t come without his red flags.

“Just wanted to try something different, I guess”

“And how’s that 'different' treating you so far?”

What could you possibly tell him? That you have enjoyed every minute you guys have been talking? That you think that just by staring at you he could make you feel things no other guy could? You barely can admit all of that to yourself. “I think pleasantly surprised is the right way to put it” you repeat his words from before.

You see him smile at that. “You know what y/n? I’m really happy you came”

How can he make your heart beat so fast with just one sentence? “Oh really? And why is that?”

“I don’t know, I guess… I just like talking to you, you know? Whenever I’m around you I feel at ease, like I can tell you anything. I feel different when I’m with you, but in a good way”

“Wow” that sound escaped your lips without your consent

Namjoon laughed “Why? Is it too weird?”

“No! Definitely not weird, more like, I don’t know, surprising?”

“In what way?”

“Well you’re… Kim Namjoon, you’re the 2021 class president and you’re like the most popular guy in the whole campus right now.” You made a pause “And I’m just..-“

“The most interesting girl I’ve ever met” he cuts you off

The way he was looking down at you made butterflies grow in your stomach “You really think so?”

He gently grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him “I know so” he leaned down, you swear his eyes had the whole galaxy painted inside of them. You couldn’t even breath properly at this point. Kim Namjoon was too close and the only thing you were thinking about was how well his kiss would feel “God, you’re so beautiful” he said and pulled you in for a soft, gentle kiss.

You couldn’t believe your senses. Kim Namjoon was kissing you and you really thought the earth had stopped spinning right then and there. You could feel his big palms traveling up and down your back.

His kiss was breathless, jubilant, filled with the joy of life, and you should stop him, he is no good to you, you know that, but his scent is delightful and his lips are so warm.

Unconsciously, your hands reach the inside of his shirt. His skin hot and soft at the touch.

"y/n" he practically moans your name, and just the sound makes your knees go week "Don't do that, I don't think I'll be able to stop"

"Who said anything about stopping?" You say and go back to kiss him even more passionately this time.

“There’s a lot of people here, my room is upstairs, would you perhaps want to-“

“Yes.” You immediately say. You don’t care about anything anymore, you’d let your future self deal with the consequences of today’s actions. The only thing that has been lingering in your mind is how good he’d feel inside of you.

The moment you’re finally alone in his room, he lifts you up, swinging you around and kissing you. It was like a dream. Namjoon was everything you wanted. Your reluctance about getting with him didn’t matter any more, the tingly feeling in your stomach overtook every single bit of hesitation you had. You needed him.

“God, you’re lovely” he exhaled

He looks at you as he sinks you down on the bed. Planting a soft kiss before his hands quickly begun to peel away clothes, yanking his belt loose, fumbling hurriedly at his trousers.

You look at his lips tracing your skin and the faint moisture left behind, you look at his muscly arms as he lifts you up and sinks you down again, you look at him looking at you, with eyes brighter than the sun itself. Was this all a dream?

When your dress was finally off he undoes your bra clasp on the way down. Slowly planting kisses on your collarbone, the tops of your breasts, your sternum, and you arched you back as you were needy for more.

His lips finally reach your nipples .Your boobs smooth under his hands, your nipple firm under his tongue, and there, that makes you squirm again, a little more insistently this time.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking wet right now, I feel it” You moan

You see him raise an eyebrow. A vivid smirk painted on his face “Let’s check, shall we?”

He splays his hand low across your belly, and the first brush of his thumb over your clit makes you breathe in sharply and him forget to breathe at all.

“I’m your friend?” He breaths in, his voice dangerously low

“Oh come on” You manage to say in between moans “what was I supposed to tell Jimin?”

His strokes and flicks are light and teasing, his thumb carefully circling around your clit. He gives you a slow, constant, unyielding pressure that makes your breath come up short, makes your toes curl in the effort not to move.

“I’m gonna fuck the word ‘friend’ right out of your pretty little mouth” he covers your mouth with an intense kiss before slipping two fingers of his free hand inside of you, and you makes a noise like triumph and want all wrapped up together. If his fingers felt like this, you can’t imagine how his dick felt like.

“Hmm?” He doesn’t look up, he keeps his eyes on his hands, on you, spread out beneath him “You like that baby?”

God, just the way the word 'baby' sounded coming from his mouth could make you come right this second. You look at him, his eyes look as hungry as his voice sounded. This dude was out of this world.

“Please Namjoon, I want it, I want you inside of me right now”

Namjoon lowered his underwear, and simply pressed his hard member on your slit. You could feel his balls softly caressing your clit as he made subtle movements while kissing you. “Such a needy little thing” he teases “Tell me how bad you want my cock inside of you”

“Oh..” you moan “I’d do anything, please…give it to me… fuck me like you own me” you whined as you used your pussy to caress his length up and down. He seemed to enjoy they way you touched him.

“Fuck y/n… that feels so good” he rests his forehead on yours.

“Imagine what my inside will feel then” you whisper in his ear “I’m such a tight good girl” you move your mouth in front of his, bitting his bottom lip as he growled when he felt your movement grow faster

“Fucking hell” he immobilized your body with his hands and pressed you down to the bed. He immediately shoves his dick inside you, filing you up to the brim before staying there for a couple of seconds and then pulling out completely. That movement made your vagina crave to be filled all the way up again.

“More” you whine, a dopey expression all over your face. You were so needy of him, but you didn’t care.

He lowered his left hand towards your thigh and gave it a big squeeze, kissing you aggressively while doing so. He quickly braced himself back into you, you felt your walls completely wrap around his member. It felt magical.

His strokes long and steady in the beginning. Every time he went in and out completely you felt the pit of your stomach burn in pleasure. Namjoon was doing everything right, you can’t lie to yourself, this is the best sex you’ve ever had. Normally with other guys you don’t even come close to coming, but now, you feel yourself trying not to do so.

“You like my dick being inside of you baby?” He plants a small kiss on your neck and goosebumps run down your spine.

‘Like’ was nowhere near good enough of a word to explain how much the sensation of him thrusting his hard member in and out of you made you feel. “I love it Namjoon… I just love it…”

Your words must’ve turned Namjoon even more on, because his pace immediately started becoming faster and sloppier. Every time your skin touched a loud sound could be heard. Namjoon was thrusting deeper and deeper into you, and every time he’d fill you up completely you’d cry out his name.

“Ah, I like my name so much better when you fucking moan it like that” he says and started shoving his dick inside of you like crazy. You could tell he was close to coming, and so were you.

It wasn’t long until you felt your walls clenching and your toes curling. The sensation overtook all of your body, it was mad… your heart beat uncontrollable. Namjoon made you feel a completely new range of emotions.

“Ah y/n, I can feel you cumming all over my dick” his voice cracky, You could see how turned on he was by all of this, by you. “Fuck” he shoved harder “You’re so” harder “fucking hot”

Namjoon stopped and pulled out immediately spreading his cum all over your tummy. The sight was breathtaking, you’ve never found a man so attractive while coming before, but then, Namjoon is no ordinary man.

He quickly grabs a couple of tissues and wipes you clean before laying on top of you again, placing another soft kiss this time. His hand playing with your hair. You were both naked and sweaty and a mess but it felt so magical. You wrapped your hands around his broad shoulders, pulling him even closer to you. You didn’t want even a centimeter of distance between you and him.

He suddenly stopped kissing you and simply stared at your eyes. After a minute or two, or maybe three, you're not really sure, time didn't exist right now, he tacked a string of hair behind your left ear.

“Y/n, let me take you on a date. Please. I know you don’t normally go out with guys like me, but I swear I’ll make it worth your while-“

“Park Jihoon and the little funny guitar. How does that sound? Or are you too good for the shrieking shack now?” You chuckled

“I’d love that” he smiled, making your heart melt a little.

[ryswritingrecord]

The Never Ending Pain of Loving a Friend; Chapter 2

You know what it means when someone googles ‘how to not be in love with your best friend’ at 4 am while sleeping next to said best friend? It means that person is very, very desperate. I am very, very desperate. 

It's been 2 hours since Elliot went to sleep and all I can seem to do is stare at how absolutely gorgeous he is. From his adorably curly blonde hair, to his long eyelashes, to his tattoos. From his perfect nose, to his red, slightly chapped, plump lips, to his sharp jawline. And that's just the physical beauty of the man. Every time I look at him I see his beautiful eyes looking at me in concern, his lips stretched wide into his breathtaking smile. The feeling of his soft curls between my fingers when I play with his hair. 

All I can ever see is his beauty. And all it does is remind me of all my ugly.

From my double chin, to the back and stomach rolls, from my too small eyes and too large nose, to my weirdly shaped fingers. All I can ever see is the imperfections in me. As a bigger girl, there are things that usually ‘make up for it’ in guys' eyes; I.E., big tits and a big ass, but I didn't have any of that. As a member of the IBTC and being classified as having a “long back”, I had no pluses to dating me. And sure, I have things I like about myself. I like my hair and I like my lips, but those are the only physical things about me that I can tolerate. Every other thing I like is in my personality, and even those are things I force myself to like. I like my voice, even though I personally think I sound like a dying donkey. I like my artistic skills, even if every time I see my work all I see are the imperfections. I like how smart I am, even if I feel like I’m just smart enough to not be stupid, but not quite brilliant.

The best way to sum it up is I feel mediocre. I'm an ‘ok’ singer, an ‘ok’ painter, with ‘ok’ intelligence. And that's hard to feel when your whole life your parents have been hyping you up to be the next Einstein, or the next Stephen Hawking. You feel like the world's biggest failure because you got a 80 and not a 98 on your English paper. I was the bright, gifted kid throughout all of elementary school. Almost skipped 2nd, 3rd, and 4th grade because I scored off the charts. My parents decided against it because I needed the social skills that came with those grades because of my autism. That didn't really make sense to me since I was told not to make friends at school because Jehovah has not reached them spiritually. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, I was raised as a Jehovah's Witness. Actually, now that I think about it, I haven't told you a lot. Let's back up shall we?

May 2004. Alice Lee met Daniel Ballard. Daniel was a born and raised Jehovah's Witness. Alice had just started studying. As ridiculous as it sounds, they met in a Yahoo Pool chat room. They realized they both went to the same congregation and started hanging out. Alice already had a son who was 3, named Ian. They started dating and got married in early September of 2004. On August 25th 2005, Alice gave birth to a baby girl and they named her Selene.

Selene was a fairly average baby, and she even had a fairly average early childhood. She was in an early learning program from birth where she tested amazingly high for her age. She was very good with logic puzzles, but did not do well when it came to anything that didn't have a right or wrong answer. She was extremely curious, to the point where she would accidentally put herself in danger. When she was 2, she got into a very bad car accident with her mother where they got t-boned by a tractor trailer. Her mother was really hurt physically, it messed up her neck and back, as well as triggered something called fibromyalgia. For Selene, it affected the growth of the left side of her body. Her left eye sight was worse, she was losing hearing in her left ear, etc. As a Witness, women and girls are to sit still, do what they're told, and be quiet. Selene did not do that. She never quite fit in anywhere she went. At school, she was socially awkward and had no friends. At the Witnesses, she wasn't obedient enough and never fit their standards. At home, she was too much; too much curiosity, too much energy, too loud. She always felt alone.

Selene had a lot of trauma. She never talks about it though. She was thought to possibly be a sociopath by her parents, but that wasn't the case. She instead got diagnosed with BPD, as well as PTSD, C-PTSD, anxiety, depression, ADHD, autism, and a plethora of other ‘illnesses’ she worked through in the years of therapy that started at 5 years old. And that’s just the mental. She also has Fibromyalgia, AMPS, Migraine Disorder, low metabolism, possible thyroid issues, asthma, severe scoliosis and hyperkyphosis, as well as all the damage the car accidents and concussions caused.

I do this all the time. I just started talking to myself in the 3rd person. Is that weird? I feel like I'm giving a presentation in my mind. As I go through this ‘presentation’ of my life, I start to unlock the box. You know, that box that is full of memories or thoughts that could at any moment mentally obliterate you, so you lock them away to be dealt with when you have the ability to be unreachable to anyone and anything for a while. Well the box has started oozing feelings. Feelings of worthlessness, loneliness, feeling like I'm unlovable, feelings of self hatred for letting myself get and stay this overweight, as well as falling in love with your best friend. What the fuck was that about anyway? That’s so fucking cliché to fall in love with your best friend. 

As I'm thinking about this I fail to realize 2 things. Number one, the emotions have hit me so hard I'm crying just trying to process them all, and number two, Elliot has woken up.

“Hey, why the fuck are you still awake Selli?” He asks as he rolls towards you and opens his eyes.

“Oh, nothing,” I say as I wipe my tears as inconspicuously as possible. “Just having a hard time sleeping.”

“Oh, ok. Do you feel like talking about why you're crying, or do we just wanna pretend that I didn't see that?”

Shit. Of course he saw, it's Elliot.

“Crying? I think you need to get your eyes checked Elliot, you're imagining things.” I say trying to cover, even though he sees right through it.

“So pretending I didn’t see it, got it.” He says as he smirks at me.

“Ya know what Elliot, fuck you. Go back to sleep so I can ‘not sleep’ in peace.”

“Uh huh. Ok. Only if you go to sleep as well. You've spent the last 4 nights at my house and I know you didn't sleep at all.”

How the fuck does he know that? I know he slept through the night because I was awake all night every night this past weekend.

“If you insist Elliot, but it’s just so I don’t have to hear your annoying ass voice and smell your nasty fucking breath.” I say, trying my best not to yawn with how tired I am.

“I do insist. And I’m going to let those comments go so you’ll actually get some sleep tonight. Goodnight Selene.”

“Goodnight Elliot. Sleep well.” I respond as I roll over

After a few minutes I feel Elliot scooch up behind me and throw his arm over my waist, pressing his face into my neck. It feels so good I can't help but snuggle in closer to him. I feel as he smirks onto my shoulder as I roll my eyes at him. I soon find myself drifting off into a restful sleep in the arms of the only person who's ever there for me.

[yakumtsaki]

Ok hope you guys are sitting down, because apparently our greek house is now a towering ZIGGURAT of campus culture!!! I mean with members as illustrious as these, it was the only logical outcome:

Gen 3 has moved in, and everyone is thinking of resident King B Ti-Ning, but Ti-Ning is thinking about Frances ❤️ I might have been against this couple last gen because I wanted Ti-Ning for Jojo but honestly it feels like Ti + Fran were meant to be, they really are eternally into each other..

..as are Angel and Wulf, whose effortless happiness is seriously starting to piss me off when for all my toiling I can’t get Sophie and Shaj’s relationship points above a pathetic 10. 

Indeed, these 2 would rather socialize with literally anyone but each other, and I don’t want to sound paranoid but I’m starting to feel they’re doing it on purpose. This is our 3rd semester and Sophie is friends/best friends with EVERYONE BUT SHAJAR. I think they have interacted a total of 4 times-

-wow sorry make that 5, things are really heating up! At this rate they’ll have their first kiss by generation 7. 

Yes, yes, excellent, play catch with Wulf and Angel, it’s imperative that you develop these relationships with the most obvious spares ever. I’m legit starting to reconsider my entire gameplay style, this laissez faire bs is clearly not working.

-Well *we* don’t have any such problems, do we Donnie? 🌸

-We sure don’t, my beautiful moonflower!

-And that’s why we’ll win! People want heirs who have their crap together! Huhu! 💗

Then we can clearly count out these two, who have been getting high non-stop since they stepped into the building. 

-Do you think there’s any way we can monetize this activity, babe?

-There must be, darling, I mean if people won’t pay to see us levitate then what the hell will they pay for?

I don’t know Wulf, but clearly paying for your tuition was money well-spent.

It’s really time to shape up around here, everyone’s grades other than brainchad Sophie’s are absolutely demoralizing. 

-Well if we must waste time skilling, I insist Ti-Ning and I do it on the same mirror! 

Frances there’s another mirror right down the hallway, like literally 5 steps from you-

-It’s too far away!! Why are you always sabotaging our relationship?

-Pay that buzzkill no mind, dear, she’s just bitter because she took Sophie out of the townie pool for nothing.

We don’t know that yet! They might still get together!

See, here they are, spending some quality time! I can hear wedding bells already. 

-Shajar, I must say, if you’re as good at politics as you are at bowling, you will make an excellent Buzzfeed unpaid content creator.

-How about I throw this ball at your head, see if my aim improves?

Ugh Sophie, why are you are so cool and life-ruining?? Just do me this favor and get with Shajar, I’ll literally give you ANYTHING you want.

-Bribery might have worked with whatever idiots you previously married into this shitshow, but it won’t work with me! This drum set is pretty fun though. 

You like the drum set??? I’ll get you 50 of them!!

-Wtf would I do with 50 drum sets?

I’m just demonstrating how committed I am to your happiness should you choose to join our legacy!

-Well demonstrate it somewhere else. 

Ok Sophie, I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but you leave me no choice..

..it’s time for you to get fit so you check Shajar’s fitness turn on! She also has a fatness turn on but I felt making you fat would be out of character since as a townie you were always jogging. I honestly couldn’t believe you weren’t already fit when I brought you to college.

-It won’t work! You can’t force chemistry! 

Yea you absolutely can actually, so time to get ripped!

Speaking of chemistry, Mitch Indie passes by and hugely gets along with Shajar thanks to both of them being super into politics. If we’re gonna go with a dude that’s actually not a bad way to go, they have a lot in common, including a sim of their own gender they clearly belong with. 

Things with Mitch are going shockingly well, Shajar even LAUGHS at his joke, have we ever seen her laugh before?? But then, suddenly..

..MICKEY DOSSER shows up, and he checks both Shajar’s fatness turn on and cleanliness turn off! Well Mitch, valiant effort, but I guess if we’re going with a guy it’s gonna be Mickey, fml.

Shajar and Mickey are getting along pretty well, honestly I’m not opposed to this pairing although it is of course not ideal, but when the ideal match is being a giant pain in the ass I guess there’s not much one can do. 

-So what, I get fucking heatstroke from working out in the desert and Mickey Dosser gets laid??

Well I don’t know what to tell you Sophie, Shajar’s been obsessed with you for like 5 sim years now, at some point I’ll have to marry her off! 

-Marry her off then and see if I care! 

I will! 

-Fine!

Finer! 

-Finest!

Ok enough! I’m not making you work out anymore, do whatever you want. 

-Like I need your permission, Sophie Miguel always does whatever she wants! And if she suddenly wants to keep working out, she will!

YOU’RE DRIVING ME CRAZY

[nightcoremoon]

weird opinion but christians aren't religious.

ok so like, jews generally follow god's rules, muslims follow allah's rules, hindus probably follow their gods rules, so on and so forth. and overall they do it out of faith; they do it because they want to honor the deity who loves them rather than because society forces them to.

granted the zionists and the radical extremists and the zealots do exist but as loud minorities and thus are statistical outliers & don't matter.

christians are... a different breed.

"if you aren't x branch and dont obey y rules you'll go to hell so we'll fucking murder you" is pretty much the main driving force behind a significant portion of christianity in history. the catholics, the protestants, the orthodoxy, all are built on a foundation of fear, anger, and hatred. it's shaped the way society developed; in the 4 nations that did the most genocidal imperialist colonialism- England, France, Spain, and Italy- a combination of convenient coastal locations, naval prowess, military tendency, christianity, and ultranationalism lead them down a path of missionaries, holding bibles in one hand and bloodstained knives in the other. the religion is inseparable from the culture and inseparable from the horrible things done in the name of their god, and the resulting cancers of society we feel today from the campaigns of slaughter. xenophobia. capitalism. savage barbarism via sensationalized capitol punishment. misogyny. queerphobia. gender fascism. classism. racism. all of these issues in the "civilized world" stem predominantly from those four nations and the disease ridden pestilent filth some call pilgrims.

here's something interesting:

there are less than 1 million rastafari in the world.

there are less than 5 million shinto in the world.

there are less than 25 million jews in the world.

there are less than 30 million sikhs in the world.

there are roughly 100 million african cultural religious adherents in the world.

there are less than 400 million chinese cultural religious adherents in the world.

there are about 500 million buddhists in the world.

there are about 1.1 billion hindus in the world.

there are about 1.2 billion nonreligious people in the world.

there are 1.6 billion muslims in the world.

and one final statistic

there are over 2.1 billion christians in the world.

the jewish count is a highball, rounded up, and includes several different definitions of jewish including people who are only one quarter. so for every single person who is even remotely jewish, there are more than 8 christians. for every hindu, there are 4 christians. for every atheist, agnostic, or "other", 2 christians. this frightening statistic should set off warning bells for everyone who is involved in a discussion about religion. and anyone who knows BASIC world history and can correlate data at all can probably piece together what I'm putting down.

now, I may be slightly biased here considering my eclectic religious beliefs. now, I personally believe that there is some primary force of energy that may or may not manifest itself as a humanoid being, that engineered the most basic laws of physics in the universe: atomic magnetism. as can be inferred by planck's constant and its implications, our universe is digital, written in binary. an electron either moves or doesn't move. there are no other options. so I genuinely believe in some form of intelligent design; whether it's a bearded guy on a cloud, some dude with six arms and an elephant for a face, just a big swirling pool of ectoplasm, or a big ol' plate of spaghetti and meatballs, something is out there that we are physically incapable of contacting from our plane of existence, just as a drawing on a piece of paper cannot reach out to interact with the world: a gif will move on its own but it will never acknowledge our existence, even if it could think by itself. and all the different mythologies of the world- egyptian, greek, norse, shinto, whatever- very well could be the agents of that unknown "god". perhaps anubis, ra, and bastet are just angels with animal heads that all of the peoples of ancient egypt saw and were like oh I guess this must be a god. maybe zeus and loki were the same person with a magic dick who fucked a bunch of animals in both greece and the scandinavian countries and spawned all of the horrible half-animal monstrosities that, idk, made vishnu think "well I have to kill that" and caused the biblical flood or something. maybe the jewish god gifted wisdom to siddhartha for sitting under a fig tree for 6 years through the angel pomona [roman goddess of fruit, had to google that one], so buddha gets his wisdom from demeter and is in nirvana right now right a step up from hades on yggdrasil the world tree keeping an eye on his charge persephone. any theory could theoretically be true but we ants of humans will never fucking know because we can't just point a telescope at the magellanic clouds and say "look, there's amaterasu with russell's teapot, and she's having tea with... *rubs eyes* lemmy kilmister??? wow I guess gods are real after all!" it's impossible to know the secrets of our universe because of the very restrictive nature of the universe itself. is it a circle? is it a donut? WE DONT FUCKIN KNOW.

we cannot know what religion is truthful.

""anyone who says that any one religion is more or less true than any other is a fucking moron, and if they're suggesting that White Western European Colonial Imperialist Protestantism is the one true faith, they're probably a fucking racist colonizer who beats his wife/sister and burns gays at the stake. and considering how that exact demographic is typically the one that murdered people for not converting to their religion, I don't think they have the intellectual non-deranged ability to make those logical connections.

again, I'm not saying that there AREN'T a lot of people of every religion who are evil assholes who contributed to mass genocide. israelites killed palestinians. shiites killed sunnis. hutus killed tutsis. danes killed geats. turks killed armenians. the ottoman empire has as much blood on its hands as the holy roman empire. germans who called themselves aryans but weren't actually aryan killed jews. but all of these tragedies were isolated incidents rather than repeated patterns over the course of two thousand years. not like christianity was and is.

just look at the United States, Canada, Mexico, Hong Kong, South Africa, Australia, & India's British Raj. Britain, France, Spain, and Italy, by extension Protestantism and Catholicism, are the shared factor between the long and bloody history fraught with massacring indigenous populations who wouldn't convert religions. native americans, indigenous canadians, latin americans but predominantly mexicans, the eastern chinese, coastal africans, aborigine aussies, indians- coastal coastal coastal. true the western chinese and the mongols/hunnu and xinjiang muslims haven't exactly been on civil terms and the silk road has always been a battleground and the middle east was already tenuous before murrica bombed them for oil but those happened in such a spread out area among asia which is FUCKING HUGE, MIND YOU! but also that's three high traffic places with massive diversity, it's human nature to have conflict, but not nearly to the same level as all of the shit christianity has done to the world. it's impossible to separate the religion from the cultures; victorian england without protestantism is just dirty people who die at 15 from having their 3rd child. italy without the catholicism is just grass and cheese. france and spain without religion are just kingdoms that fought wars with england for forever and now just make food that's one part delicious and three parts horrifying. religion is directly responsible for a significant portion of the evils those countries committed. one religion in particular.

they don't practice religion the same way as the rest do. they aren't faithful to their god. they don't follow his rules out of love but out of fear. they execute dissenters without a second thought, heresy they cry. they execute women and little girls for being free thinking or having sickness associated with mercury poisoning in the water, witch they cry. they slaughter men women and kids alike in the name of cramming their beliefs down the natives throats, we're chasing out the snakes they cry, we're bringing god to your godless people they cry, we're just civilizing you they cry. they shit in the streets and proudly display rotting corpses and leave the impoverished disabled and starving to die alone and whip their slaves and rape teenage girls and scrap in the streets while sopping wet with spilled ale over insignificant insults and stab people to death in the night and never even fucking BATHE, and they have the nerve to say the natives were uncivilized. the nerve. because hey. they read a magic book they stole from a culture who stole from another culture who stole from another culture, mistranslating each time from hebrew to greek to italian to english, and they think they're better because their skin is white.

christians never evolved. their mentalities have stayed the same. all thatms advanced has been technology. that's it. they're still the same evil disgusting degenerate bastards they always were. they just have the money they stole to buy stained glass windows, rosary beads, giant tacky metal statues, bigass robes, leather, and printing presses. and as time passed they used the money they continued to steal to buy cars and websites and radio stations and commit felony tax evasion and secretly molest children and line the pockets of the politicians.

all of their holidays are stolen from pagans anyway.

so fuck christmas. fuck easter. fuck lent. fuck the golden calf christian holidays that the tiny minded fragile snowflake conservatives lose their collective shit over because the pandemic response common sense stipulations won't let them buy the shit they can't afford with money they shouldn't have for people they don't even LIKE, all in the name of tradition, tradition! the rituals that worship something so much worse than satan or baphomet or pan or whatever: the dollar. they buy all the new shiny shit they can, at the expense of the chinese kids that the corporate pigs outsource to, buy the pine trees and the coca cola vunderbar and the fake mint corn syrup Js and watch the same shitty cookie cutter white supremacist hallmark fash movies and stuff their kids full of enough sugar to go into a goddamn coma when the african slaves who pick the cocoa beans will never get to know what actually being a kid will ever feel like because they're gonna die from falling into a combine harvester and be eternally forgotten to history and no christian will ever give a shit because they don't fucking care about what they don't see on their safe space news or hear on their safe space radio or read on their safe space social media. they think their worst sin is eating cheeseburgers so instead they'll go eat a mcchicken or chick fil a or an arby's chicken sandwich instead but not at popeyes because "that place is sketchy" and by that they mean they don't wanna eat where black people eat, that's why cracker barrel was so popular for so many white christians for so long because it had racially segregated seating until barely 20 years ago.

they don't love jesus. they love a paper doll they shove into their back pockets until every other sunday where they go to a fucking mall with a baptism waterslide and raise their hands like a bunch of dumbass weirdos and away to adult contemporary indie schlock with the word jesus pasted into a boring-ass hetero romance song, pat themselves on the back, then go to starbucks to scream slurs and misgenderings at 14 year old starbucks baristas who give them a cappamochalattechino instead of a fucking carmamochalattechino because you mumbled under the mask you didn't even fucking cover your nose with because you don't give a shit about the virus beyond how it inconveniences you.

they are horrible people who pretend to be good. until you suggest the slightest infinitely small inconvenience to them that would alter their holiday plans even the littlest smidge. then they would kill you if not for the police. don't get me started on them because you know by now what I'd say about those fuckers. but they'll gladly wear shirts about how they'll kill you. how they'll go back 200 years. how they'll murder you and watch you slowly suffer because their primate brains shoot a million endorphins when they watch things die by their hands because they never evolved a sense of empathy, compassion, or morality beyond how wearing a cross necklace will remove any of the consequences they will face in their afterlife.

they are horrible people who pretend to be good. unless you're gay or black or trans or Not Christian™ or mexican or disagree with them about politics economics sociology science technology music or movies. assimilate or die. assimilate or die. assimilate or die.

they don't deserve special treatment for their false idols.

they aren't better than jews or muslims.

they're worse.

so much worse.

and they should be stopped.""

-Nightingale Quietioca

save as draft arch draft bookmark draft where did I put my keys contra code kontra kode I need to remember this and copy it buzzwords keywords find it later please god tumblr don't bork on me this is good stream of consciousness repackage repackage change the words this is a great character study if I do say so myself thanks 3am me you're welcome 3am me

[dokidokivisual]

Gochiusa BLOOM episode 8 impressions

Previously: 7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1

Here we go, the long awaited Rize episode is upon us. She’s been rather sidelined this season, aside from maybe the marathon episode with Chiya. But now it’s finally her time to shine!

I didn’t have much time to write this review, due to various circumstances, but I hope it’s still worth reading.

The episode opens with Rize waking up Cocoa while imitating Chino’s voice and manners, such as calling her Cocoa-san. This scene is reminiscent of the post-credits scene from season 1 episode 12, although it has been implied Chino wakes up Cocoa all the time. The rabbit Cocoa sleeps with has been given to her by Chino at the end of Dear My Sister OVA, but it was Rize who helped Chino make it.

Rize had a fight with her father about her wanting to become an elementary school teacher, and stayed over at Rabbit House. She seems to think neither her father nor even Cocoa and Chino take her seriously. To be fair, it kind of comes out of a left field. The justification for it (which is revealed later) is also rather silly, as Chimame aren’t even elementary schoolers. It’s interesting to see if the manga will ever get to the point where Rize is teaching a class because I don’t think there have been any elementary schools introduced yet or any character who attends or teaches in one.

Rize herself also has some doubts about it, since she worries she will come out as too strict (and called a ”demon sergeant”, which is a callback to Dear My Sister where she took command over Chimame-tai), although Rize has become considerably more gentle since the events of DMS. Cocoa volunteers to become Rize’s teacher to show her how it’s done, but ends up making Rize do all the work while she just lazes about.

By the way, the book Cocoa is reading in this scene is called “Caffeine Fighter” which was mentioned before as one of Aoyama’s works based on Sharo, and this is the first time we see (although in very low resolution) what the lead character is supposed to look like.

Chino takes over the job, although it seems she just wants help with her homework (the book is labeled as “Mathematics, 3rd grade of middle school” and this particular lesson concerns the quadratic function and its graph). Rize uses her rabbit stamp on Cocoa and then on Chino for solving their tasks, and finds out that it’s a very good motivation.

One thing that western viewers might overlook is the prevalence of stamps in the Japanese daily life. Instead of signing legally binding documents, you’re supposed to stamp it with an officially registered personal seal called hanko. Things like stamp rallies are popular and you can often get a visitor stamp in various temples and train stations. So the fact that Rize carries a stamp with herself at all times is not at all unusual.

Next, Rize’s signature dish, napolitan pasta, makes an appearance. In the episode 6 review I lamented that Rize’s pasta never showed up, but now we can finally see what it’s all about. By the way, despite its name, this dish is actually Japanese in origin, and was inspired by American military rations, which makes it quite fitting for Rize. Cocoa uses the Italian word buono to describe the pasta, which means “good”.

During the bathtime, the stamps easily wash off, so Rize gives Cocoa and Chino stamp cards, just like to Chiya in episode 5. Not aware of this, Cocoa and Chino think this signifies their special bond. However shortly after, Cocoa boasts about it to Chiya at school, and realizes that not only Chiya has it, but also Maya and Megu. In the manga Cocoa and Chino confront Rize about it directly after, but the anime sandwiches another chapter in between.

Like I mentioned in the episode preview, chapters 2 and 7 from the volume 6 of the manga share a similar theme of studying, so it’s not surprising they were unified into one episode. Interestingly the chapter 7 is titled “Sweet Skip Step” which shares with the title of the episode “Stamp, Sleep, Study, Smile” the pattern of words starting with the Japanese syllable ‘su’. Another episode sharing this property is season 2 episode 8 titled “Sneaking Stalking Stalker Story”.

This second part of the episode is more Chimame-focused, and brings up the concept of juku, or “cram school”, which are very widespread in Japan. This is a small private school that students visit after their public school classes in preparation for the exams. Of course the way it’s portrayed in the episode is just regular tutoring, so you wouldn’t know the difference.

Anyway, Cocoa has opened a juku in Rabbit House and is now sporting lab coat and glasses look. Megu attends the “school” and we learn that the reason why she wants to go to Rize’s school is because her mother went there too. Cocoa asks if that’s really her own decision, and we later learn Megu isn’t really sure about that. Immediately after, Megu’s phone rings notifying her that she needs to “transfer to another classroom”, and Rize’s comment implies that Cocoa hasn’t really even started teaching yet. In the manga there’s a 1 hour gap between the Cocoa/Megu conversation and her going to another class, and Megu thanks Cocoa for her lesson.

The next class is Japanese literature taught by Chiya (she calls it 国語 “national language” which implies that the show is really set in Japan, or at least a Japanese-speaking country). Megu is impressed by how seriously Chino takes her studies, and how she strives to excel both in school and at her job just like Chiya and other high school characters (it was previously mentioned that Chino’s grades aren’t very good). However Chiya gets distracted and decides to spy on Sharo, who is teaching Maya at the time. It seems Sharo’s house isn’t very soundproof at all and they easily get discovered.

Maya isn’t sure about being able to pass the scholarship student exam and asked Sharo to help her, as Sharo has also passed this exam in the past. Sharo is eating some strange foodstuff that I thought was onigiri, but looks more like a cookie wrapped in nori for some reason.

Anyway, Chimame get invited by Rize to “onsen pool” but they think Rize is going to scold them for not taking their studies seriously. Meanwhile Rize’s dad is calling Takahiro to make him convince Rize to come back. Apparently during the war, Takahiro’s skill was persuasion, while Rize’s dad’s special technique was rushing into action like Leeroy Jenkins.

The “onsen pool” which previously appeared twice in season 1 is largely based on hot spring baths of Budapest, which I had visited last year. This scene is used to develop Megu’s character, specifically her insecurities and sense of inferiority towards Chino and Maya. It doesn’t help that Maya and Chino are jealous of her body and call her fat. Then, Maya and Chino decide to compete in swimming, suggested by Chino, who in the manga almost drowned during a hiking trip and that was her motivation to get better at swimming. In the anime (season 2 episode 11) she didn’t really drown so she just says she likes swimming now for some reason.

Anyway, Megu can’t keep up with them (both metaphorically and literally) and this time drowns even in the anime adaptation. However this scene was also altered from the manga, in the manga it’s implied that Maya and Chino drag her out while Rize comes too late and Maya calls her slow. But in anime, Rize is the one who saves Megu and is roundly praised by Chimame-tai.

The next scene parallels the one from season 1 episode 10 where Chimame-tai name was officially established, after Rize outruns them to Rabbit House. This time Chimame already got used to the name (which means something like “blood blister” in Japanese), so they’re ok with being called this forever if they win.

When Rize comes back, Cocoa (who held a grudge for so long that you might’ve forgotten about it with how fast-paced this episode is) kabedons Rize and asks for explanation for the whole stamp card business. However it turns out to be just a prank and an excuse for Rize to have a home cooked dinner with everyone. Rize’s accomplishments in previous episodes are also brought up, and she gets another round of praise. And then everyone gets lots of stamps.

Rize gets a stamp too when she’s asleep. This scene was in general modified quite heavily compared to the manga, to better fit with the rest of the episode I guess. One scene that was cut was Cocoa and Chino discovering Rize’s notes about their food preferences and regular guests of Rabbit House. Also, the phone conversation between Rize’s dad and Takahiro was the last panel in this chapter so Rize’s situation with her dad was never resolved.

The anime adaptation does provide a resolution in the form of a cinematic car scene with a tense dialogue between Rize and her father. Cars are very rare in Gochiusa universe and the last time we saw one (season 2 episode 10) it also belonged to Rize’s family. Rize’s father is driving an Audi R8 with plate number TO-526, which might refer to his voice actor Touchi Hiroki who was born on May 26.

The car eventually stops on the bridge, which is basically a metaphor for reconciliation (i.e. “building bridges”) and the color scheme changes from red to blue, as Rize’s father eventually apologises to her and Rize gives him a stamp of approval. And so concludes the 8th episode of Gochiusa BLOOM, which finally gave Rize the recognition she deserves. I guess we’ll see if she can reach her goal of becoming a teacher in the future manga chapters. And there’s still four more BLOOM episodes to watch!