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cmonappayipyip · 4 years

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so i want to talk about this

yes, we all know the theory about the avatars faces looking like the person they loved most in their past life. but have you ever noticed they adopted some of their other halves personality as well? of course the avatar is a reincarnation of one person, not the people they love. but i argue that people offset and bounce off each other. we change each others life trajectories and get under each others skin. people change people. and i believe that the avatar's past loves become a part of who the next avatar is.

korra is a combination of aang’s goofiness and playful personality as much as she is katara’s fieriness and hot headedness. katara and korra are so similar in their reactions, so quick to anger, and so hard to forgive others. they are naive and trusting to everybody they meet, and it leads to any betrayal cutting them deeper than anybody else. they love fiercely and protectively with all that they have, but its easy for them to flip a switch on that love if that person changes for bad. but when those people are good in their heart, they will fight and provide for them for life. they stand firm with strong principles with morality that could never be shaken or corrupted. but hey, a little crime on the side never hurts. they will always help people, and never rest knowing somebody, stranger or friend, is hurt. and yeah, they will never ever turn their back on somebody who needs them.

aang, albeit this being a product of his upbringing as an air nomad, shares with ta min this offer of love and hope. the two believe in forgiveness. there is nobody they can turn their back on and nobody ever left as hopeless, no matter how evil they are or what they’ve done. they are soft, gentle, and forgiving love. a hand that is never ever taken away from you. no matter how badly you mess up, they will never give up on you. forgiveness is not about chances to them, its about compassion with no limits. understanding anybody is capable of good and evil, even the people who seem unbreakable or are closest to you. but they never give up on trusting them, no matter how many times they were crossed. they are unconditional love. a symbol of hope and lasting friendship until the end of the line.

roku, a fierce and loyal fighter who would never leave battle, is reflected in every way on rangi. even to his end, fighting a volcano that he would never win against, he couldn't leave sozin behind. rangi could never truly walk away from kyoshi, as angry as she made her. even when people changed, even when people hurt them and angered them and they would threaten to leave, rangi and roku would always stay. the morals in their head never matched the love in their heart. they fought and their words were venom, even if their heart could never match that hate. they would make decisions quickly and regret the pain that they caused, but they thought they were doing what was right. they were confused and lost in their own feelings that they didn’t want to sort through. but in the end, their heart always won over anything else, and as much as they fought against it, they refused to abandon those that they love.

granted, we don’t know a lot about ummi. what we do know of her is that she was in love and her human life was taken away just before she could promise it to avatar kuruk. although we don’t know a lot about her personally, i argue that she shares with kyoshi a deep sense of love for one person. not so much the fire and protectiveness that korra and katara had for their friends and the world, but the type of love that bounds people together. every breath of rangi’s was one of kyoshi’s own. for both ummi and kyoshi, what tied their love together was etched far deeper than into each other’s skin. kyoshi’s and ummi’s love was an ache connected in them so deeply that it would echo and live on through lifetimes.

people change people. the avatar’s love changed the world and the avatar themselves in so many ways, lifetime after lifetime.

the sound we all recognize most and connect to the most from avatar, out of every other lesson of peace and pain and loss we see, is called avatars love.

i like to believe theres a reason for that.

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captainstevenrogerswrites · 3 years

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Not my Captain.

@mrsrogerswrites

"Captain! Theres a rift opening. No known origin but its growing in size"

Captain Rogers stood tall as a smirk etched his features. Soldier surrounded him with few scientists. He despised scientists as a whole, always thinking they knew best, always over thinking, where as a soldier followed his command without any thinking and the ones they didnt......well their blood splattered the walls in defiant decoration to show anyone thinking of disobeying him just how he handled betrayal and free thinking from his men. He didnt care either if they respected him or just feared him, to him they were the same. You followed his orders, you lived for now. You didnt you would be praying the enemy killed you before Steve had a chance too because if he felt in a mood, he would drag your death out until you were begging for death and then simply keep dragging it on until your body killed itself and the last thing you would see was his dark smile creasing his lips. No one dared stand up to him.

Soldiers he tolerated, scientists only when they were of use to him. Everyone else was free game to him. If you were of use, he would acknowledge your existence, if not you were nothing to him. Same with relieving himself, if he wanted to fuck you, he never asked, he just took what he wanted from you, not caring if you couldnt take it either. After all, why would he care about you when you were just a fuck toy he was using for a couple of minutes relief. He was nothing like Captain America from other realms, he was Captain HYDRA; the ultimate super soldier in every way.

"Sir it's to another dimension " he dragged the scientist up to his feet as he began to tremble in fear "To where?" He snarled at the scared man "I....I....I dont know" with one swift action he broke his neck "the next person who cant answer my fucking question gets thrown in" everyone frantically tried to work out where.

He smiled to himself, another dimension, another Earth, he had helped HYDRA gain power over the world here and keep it. He was known as HYDRAS main man and he thrived upon it. If this other world wasnt ruled by them then maybe it was time it was "Sir, we have visual contact"

Looking up at the screen he saw blurry outlines of people as he snarled recognising some of them "Fury" he had killed him but it could be fun to kill this one too. The rift started to destabilise but he would be damnned if he was going to lose the chance of some more fun so he grabbed some of his men and ran through it just before it disappeared.

Walking slowly into view of the people, he didnt care his men had probably got shredded to pieces by not making it through with him. They were replaceable. "Captain Rogers" Fury questioned him as Rogers perked his brow in curiosity, the way he said it made it sound like this Rogers was on their side. He could feel the disgust inside of him with that thought, his version here working alongside him as a good guy, it was stuff of nightmares.

"But you're dead" another man spoke up in shock as Rogers fought back the urge to roll his eyes at his stupidity every bone in his body wanted to rip his tongue out and feed it him for it but he didnt. He was still assessing his situation and maybe he could play along as another good guy.

"I'm sorry for your loss, but dimensions are being split everywhere..." damn he was sounding like those pathetic scientists . "We need to fix the damage. What better way then teaming up?" He forced a smile, one that didnt look dark as his eyes then landed on a redhead. He would have her bent over that desk and fucking her brains out if he didnt have to play so pitifully good and maybe she would be one that could actually take it. He tried to hide the smirk, it's a shame he couldnt find out. At least not yet, as soon as HYDRA had taken over this world too, he would fuck her and if she was any good maybe he would keep her just for his amusement. Oh the possibilities but then she opened her mouth and he just wanted to ram his cock down her fucking throat to shut that precious mouth up. "So HYDRAs now the good guys" she motioned to his arm badge of the symbol of his home.

He smirked "different dimension love, who says SHIELD are the good guys for me?" He winked at her as soldiers attacked him and he snapped their necks, earning him a small fight and guns being to his head. He wasnt going to get anywhere with them all dead, so didnt show what he was fully capable of yet and put his hands up "well where we come from, HYDRA are the bad guys and were not taking any chances"

It had been at least three weeks since he was thrown in this god forsaken cell. Not that it bothered him, it gave him time to analyse and plan. If he wasnt sat up on the bed, he was doing press ups or walking around his block to keep his body moving but, even though he refused to show it, he was a restless beast trapped in a cage biding it's time before it attacked its prey. Two more days later and the opportunity leading to that might had reared its head.

"Our HYDRA has a device that can be of use to fix all the dimensions effected by the rift. You and Agent Romanoff will infiltrate and get the device. If you help us fix the rift we will let you go back to your dimension alive" he smirked at Furys words, Steve saw right through him, there was no chance in hell that these people would let him go back. His eyes deliberately walked all over her body before looking back at the man who thought he was in charge. This could be fun with her and he could bring down SHIELD here too. Throwing the lion back into the lions den....no wonder SHIELD didnt survive long in his world the idea of her company amused him too, which was rare so he nodded "very well, I'll be a good boy and play nice"

The woman scowered at him "or meet the end of my knife. Either way suits me" he looked at her and grinned, she was feisty and loved knives....now she just got a hell of a lot kinkier. Maybe he would keep her after all but then again he never really was much to keep things around and he had to play along for now.

"Lead the way, red" he smirked as they handcuffed him but his eyes stayed on her. fuck her and kill her, fuck her to death, just kill her or keep her as his own personal cum bucket. It was fucking awful he couldnt do any as he played the good boy. He was going to find a way back or turn this world into his own. Either way he wouldnt let some fiesty little redhead stop him. In time, he would double cross her and enjoy every fucking moment of it.

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asrasotherbottom · 5 years

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Ooh the recent ask reminded me of something I've been thinking about: If giving your partner a ring wasn't the tradition in Vesuvia what would each of the Lls propose with, and how?

aaaaa this ask made me SO Happy to write. (also my proposal headcanons change every time i jrust keep thinking of different things thatd be cute dont@me ajsldk;fjl;sd)

Asra

Asra would still propose with a piece of Jewelry, likely a ring or a necklace that reminded him of MC, maybe he asks Nadia or Muriel for advice first..

Maybe he even borrowed the Emerald necklace and got it etched with their names on the back into the gem !!!

I think theres a number of places that he considers Good Places to propose and then eventually he’ll just look into their eyes and be overcome with passion and propose right then and there.

Nopal, The Shop, The Palace Gardens, The Magic Cave, The Fields

Maybe he gets down on one knee, maybe he doesnt, maybe they’re laying together under the stars and he pulls it out of his scarf right then.

He has a long speech prepared about how much he loves them and how much they’ve gone through together and how much they really really truly mean to him and how much hearing their heartbeat means to him and its very sappy and everyone is crying before they even get a chance to say yes. paired with lots of gentle kisses all over their face.

Nadia

Nadia has half a mind to propose with the biggest and finest Anything She Can Find. She has people running around Vesuvia as she wracks her brain about what MC would want, what would symbolize their love.

Would they like a bag of diamonds? Does she propose with a giant ring? A huge necklace? A silk wedding outfit? A palace of their own?

No, if MC has taught her anything, its that there’s nothing they really need aside from friends, family, and each other. (Though she does wince just a little going to her siblings for advice on what to propose to you with)

She proposes with a small mechanical handmade trinket, maybe of their familiar, maybe something cheesy and romantic in a heart shape.

Either in the gardens if the weather is nice, or on the veranda over a cup of morning tea where its just the two of them.

Even though every servant in the palace is peeking from wherever they can hide so they can watch their reaction.

Julian

Help this tall gangly man, whats a decision? He’s never heard of the concept in his whole life.

Does he propose with a leech? Does MC Like leeches He goes to Asra and Nadia and Portia for help.

With their help he picks out something small, wiggly and….furry. He says its pragmatic because the shop could use a guard dog. (assuming MC is both okay with dogs and would be okay with having one, but he wouldn’t be ready to propose marriage until he knew them that well anyway)

Julian knows that raising a dog together is as big of a commitment as marriage, so he ties a little half scribbled note around their neck and sets them loose in the shop.

He hides in the back room and watches MC open the door and how excited they get seeing the little dog and trying to read the note and as SOON as they start to be overcome with emotion he dramatically emerges from the back room of the shop.

Muriel

He walks in to Asra’s shop in a cold sweat while MC is out, he’s never even considered in his whole life he might be faced with the idea of proposing to someone, much less to MC, and he needs advice.

Asra gives him that horribly smug look and tells him that MC loves him and that they’ll love whatever he gets for them and that they’ll say yes.

He hand carves something for them, either a small trinket of their familiar or favorite animal, or a small pendant of the same thing. Probably pendant

He tries to think of a romantic place, but thats not really his forte, so he tries to pick somewhere that is just important to them as a couple or somewhere he thinks is just very nice and pretty and serene.

Muriel probably gets very quiet and goes behind a tree to try and get the trinket out and think about what to say and run it over in his head for the millionth time because it still doesn’t sound quite right and next thing you know he’s doubting that MC would ever want to say yes to him.

MC finds him behind the tree and he blurts out what he’s doing and what he has and they say yes and kiss him and he turns bright red and melts into their arms.

Portia

Portia spends about 0.5 seconds contemplating asking Julian for advice before going to Nadia and asking her advice on what to propose with.

Nadia gives good advice but Portia still doesn’t feel like she’s found the Right Thing to propose with until she knows its really come from her heart and is very personal to her and MC’s relationship because shes just SO excited that she found them and they found her and they mean so much to her.

Mazelinka asks Portia to list every single thing Portia loves about MC and why under the guise of trying to help Portia figure out what to propose to MC with, really she just likes seeing Portia so happy.

At the end of the day, Portia is anything but subtle.

Very likely she writes a letter that says “Congratulations MC on your new wife! I hope you have a lovely marriage full of love and friendship and cats and laughter with the woman in the world who loves you like no other.”

And then she asks MC to check the mail and when you read it she pops out of her cottage and blushes and says “that is..if you’ll have me?”

Lucio

Somehow all of Vesuvia knows that he’s getting ready to propose and he still manages to keep MC in the dark about it.

He scrolls through the mental list of all the things he could use to propose to MC, diamonds, rings, necklaces, robes, etc etc etc. None of them are up to his standards for what represents his love for them.

He ends up proposing with a custom made traveling cloak embroidered with their name in it. It’s flashy and clearly made to his tastes, but still.

Warmth is important to him, especially considering his past, and the idea that the two of them can embark together on the greatest adventure of their lives, marriage, its very symbolic. And he gets to show off his fantastic taste and whenever MC wears it, its very evident who they’re in love with and engaged to, much grander than a ring would be.

Lucio spends a long time in his chambers trying to phrase his reasoning exactly right but it never quite gets there.

He proposes by the fountain, he leaves it folded up on the edge of the fountain for MC to find and when they notice it, he comes dramatically rushing in to ask for their hand in marriage.

#acertainplagueddoctor #main 6 #portia #nadia #julian #muriel #lucio #asra #asra alnazar #portia devorak #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel the arcana #lucio the arcana #count lucio #mine #the arcana #the arcana game #portia stans come get your juice hers is adorable and im not just saying that bc i wrote it

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sunshinechii-scenarios · 5 years

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Kiss the Pain away

✿ Nct’s Renjun x Female!Reader ✿ Angst, fluff, not rlly smut but theres making out lol ✿ 2.3k words ✿ Not requested ✿ Written by Chii ✿ Masterlist!

A/N: hey kids its me,,,,renjun trash,,,whats newwwwww. I’ve had this wip for a while and got super inspired to finish it after listening to stay the night by kid travis! his other song sunset is what i wrote sunset ride too! also the blogs first year anniversary is the 10th I’M CRYING uwu - chii

✿ Description: When the world decides to unleash its wrath on you, you can find your peace of mind with someone.

You throw your school bag on the ground, letting it fall wherever it landed and slammed yourself onto your desk chair. Your phone landed on your bed when you haphazardly threw it, annoyed. Huffing, you turned on your laptop to blast music directly into your ears in attempts to drown everything out. Unfortunately, a post-it you stuck on it earlier this week was staring back at you.

“Read your chapters for next week,” you said out loud after you ripped it off the screen. You forgot you had school work. Your teacher assigned four chapters to be read by next week before the class meets and you were only given the weekend to complete it all. It wouldn’t have been an issue if this week was the worst week of your life so far.

You had gotten into the worst argument with your best friend. Lucas Wong was known around school, not for anything good though. He was a heartbreaker and you hated how much he played your best friend like a fiddle. He had been texting her, getting her hopes up and leading her on since the beginning of the semester. You thought back to when she called you at two in the morning, when she was well aware you both had class tomorrow at eight am, to ask you how she should respond to the text that he replied to. The one she sent six hours before that. You were looking out for her as friends should but she didn't see it that way. She let a boy blur her perspective of you. Her pink glasses of love turned into an angry red and accused you of wanting him as well, even going as far as to questioning your relationship with Renjun. Your brows furrowed at the last text either of you sent, is Renjun your rebound because I like Lucas? You left her with no response to her cold words and haven't talked to her since.

The final you took on Tuesday came back with an ugly 47 inside a red circle. You canceled the date Renjun set up for you two in efforts to lift the finals week stress off of both of your shoulders. You studied late into the night every night. Right after classes, you rushed to the tutoring hall and the countless hours you spent studying went to waste. All that time with the tutor, the after class sessions with a student-teacher was for nothing. You were going to fail the class unless you took up the 25 page assignment summarizing the class which would be due a day before the semester was over, which was in two weeks.

Your mind scanned all the problems you had, everything felt like rocks on your shoulders. Bringing you down, mentally and physically. The only things that helped you when you felt stressed were Renjun, your best friend and the playlist Renjun specially made for you for when you got stressed. Renjun was on his way home from his late classes, he had later classes and his commute was a lot longer than yours also. Your only option was music, so, you went into your files and played it. Your face lifted from its sour expression to a soft one when you read the title for the millionth time since he sent the playlist to you, for when the stars fall, i’m here. It was all lowercase and the playlist cover was of the two of you. You plugged in the cord and pressed play while you hauled the giant textbook from the corner of your desk and started reading. It was going to be another night coped up in your room.

After an hour or so, you pushed out from under the desk and stretched your legs that lost blood flow about 10 minutes ago, they felt like pins and needles. You paused your music and you could hear arguing. Your phone was still sitting on your bed. You could see it lighting up every now and then in your peripheral vision but right in front of you was the big, heavy textbook. Your eyes grew tired from the highlighted lines and colorful pen marks that etched the paper. You hear the bed creak in the other room and footsteps downstairs. Dad was sleeping on the couch again. You sigh and shut the book on the desk. You had no motivation to keep reading the chapters. The moon outside told you that maybe it was time to sleep, so you tried to.

As usual, the same things pop up in your head. False accusations from someone you could trust, separation of family and failure. Another night you considered crying in the pillow until you tired yourself out but tonight wasn't going to be that night. You knew Renjun finished his last final at 7 PM today and he would usually be home by 9 PM due to transportation time. You turned to your side and picked up your phone. An unknowing smile appeared on your lips when you saw Renjun as your lock screen, he was happily smiling as he sat on a picnic blanket. Your fingers move across the screen to unlock your phone and tap the messaging app. Your eyes scanned your most recent texts. Seven hours ago, a text from your college saying that final scores are out. A day ago, your mom asking you if there was milk in the fridge. Five days ago, a text from your ‘friend.’ Your mood soured and you sighed. Thankfully, Renjun's number was conveniently pinned on top of your most recents. Your fingers played across your screen to text him.

Y/N: are you awake right now? Renjun: I just got home, are you okay? Y/N: can i come over? Renjun: Of course, my parents are out on their monthly date night! Y/N: be there in 10 Renjun: I'll meet you at the door...is something wrong? Y/N: I’ll talk about it later Renjun: Alright love :(

You figure it was be best to tell him in person. You rolled off your messy bed to plant your two feet on the floor. You walk over to your closet to put something on to wear. The first thing you grabbed was one of his hoodies he gave you when you two first started going out and a random pair of black pants. You stuffed your keys, wallet and phone into your hoodie before opening your room slightly. Your mom was asleep but your dad called out your name when he heard the door hinges creak.

“Y/N?” You go down the stairs softly and walk down to the couch.

“Where are you going sweetpea? It's kind of late.” His voice was low, as if he just woke up, he probably did. He was always a light sleeper.

“I was going to visit Renjun. He just came back from his last final.” You couldn't lie to your dad and he trusted you enough to tell him the truth always.

“Ah, tell him I said hello,” your father paused before continuing, “keep him around sweetie. He really cares for you.”

You nod and you bid your dad a good night but he's already fast asleep. You sighed and fixed the blanket he had over himself before going to slide on a pair of shoes.You walk out of the door and lock it behind you. You stepped foot out the house and into the night. The sky was dark but littered with stars, mocking you almost. As dark as the sky got, there was always something shining either it be the moon or the stars. You had nothing right now.

The walk wasn’t too long, only 15 minutes. You walked closer and closer to the white house on the corner of his street. Your feet stopped at his blue mailbox with gold stickers reading out 127 on them. At your feet you see a silhouette in the orange light, your eyes follow it and there was Renjun was sitting on the steps in front of the door. The orange patio light shining from above him. You followed his shoes up his jean clad legs, all the way up to his face buried in his phone. You walk up to him and he looked up at you. He stood up and brought you into a warm hug that you wished could last forever. He mumbled a small, “I missed you so much.” You give him a lazy smile and kiss his cheek.

“Do you want to stay out here or go inside?” He asked while you were still hugging his chest.

Mumbling an “inside,” he let go of you and opened the front door. You two tossed off your shoes before going to his room, hand in hand. The sound of footsteps in sync up the wooden stairs was the only sound that could be heard before he opened his room door.

"When did you rearrange your room?" You said as you stepped into his room. The white walls were lined with his sketches and drawings. A picture of you two was proudly placed on his desk right by his laptop that was playing music at a low volume.

"Just this week, I wanted to face the window at night. Helps me sleep I’ve realized,” he said as you walked around his bed and picked up the couple plushie you bought for you two. You held it in your arms as you sat on his bed. The springs creaking as his dark blue sheets wrinkled under your weight. You giggled before speaking, “to watch out for UFOs?"

"You know me so well but no, the moon and sun reminds me of us." You turned your head to smile at Renjun. He mirrored a similar expression before walking over to the side of the bed you were on.

He crouched down and looked at you, “tell me what's wrong.”

You explained to him the events of the past week. His heart sank. He wasn't able to be there for you. He was dealing with academic related issues too but he was beating himself over not checking up on you every now and then. He felt guilty but he was there for you now, so, Renjun slowly moved you into his chest. Letting you rest on him. You took this chance to bury your face into his sweater and hug his frame. You felt the tears starting to form. As you kept talking, Renjun would stroke your head and back, trying to provide a sense of comfort and safety for you.

When you finished spilling your worries out to him, you looked up at him with teary eyes. His thumbs found their way to your cheeks and wiped away the evidence of your sadness. Your eyes fluttered in between his eyes and his lips as he came close to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry nothing worked out the way you wanted to it,” he mumbled. When he pulled back, you pulled him back in, on the lips. You didn’t know what took over you. All you knew was that you needed something to help you temporarily forget your troubles. He was taken aback at first but gave into you. He closed his eyes and let you do what you needed to do. He blindly pulled the sleeves of his sweater down to his hands. You felt the soft fabric against your cheeks as he wiped the hot tears streaming down your face again. As if Renjun’s entire being was pushing out all the negativity you had inside you, the worries you had washed away each second you two spent against each other.

You let your arms circle around his neck, your hand weaving themselves in his hair and eventually playing with it while you kissed him. The kiss was soft at first but turned intense.Your nails slightly scratched at his scalp, he felt shivers up his spine. Your noses bumped each others while you deepened the kiss as far as you could with the sudden need of his lips unlike you ever felt before. When you pulled a little too hard on his hair, he groaned and it knocked you out of your trance. You quickly moved away from him. His eyes fluttered open, his lips a deeper hue of pink and his hair, messy. He blinked a few times before looking at you. Your hair was also a mess and your lips looked swollen.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you are you okay?" You worryingly asked, the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him accidentally.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, "I'm fine." Your legs dug into his bed at either side of his body. You straightened yourself up as he held your back. You saw his dark eyes glitter in the moonlight as he look up at you. You felt him shift to sit up straight and hold onto your waist now. He let your fingers lace together at your sides before he placed a kiss on your knuckles. He looked up at you through his lashes before trailing his hand up your arm. You sat down in between his legs and he gently moved your hair from your shoulders. His lips brushed against your collarbone before giving it a featherlight kiss.

“Is this alright?” His breath was hot against your skin. You nodded. He felt your hands back in his hair, you unknowingly gripped on it harder and harder but he didn’t mind. It was like encouragement. His lips fell into one area above your collarbone before latching on and leaving harsh kisses, each one feeling like a burn, something you could get addicted to. Your hands went under his sweater to lift it off and to leave him in a plain white t shirt.

You were wrong about having nothing. The darkest skies in the night had something to hang onto for support. Something to make them feel like a whole. You had Renjun.

i love huang renjun that is all uwu - Chii

Please don’t claim this as your own and please don’t do anything with it without my permission. If you don’t want it happening to you, don’t do it to others.

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tillymint7 · 3 years

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Melissa Gordon 👏🏻💕 (I still have a few names to add to this post and images)

Melissa’s is an American painter currently working in Berlin. Her work is really interesting and thought provoking it concentrates on the idea of gesture and what a gesture is. Melissa explains that gestures is the thing that exists between the index and the icon, the moment of transition between the idea and the finished painting.

Gesture is the back bone of Melissa’s practice. She talks about her work in such a poetic and articulate way. The icon also made me think of movie icons. In someways paintings become icon’s they almost have their own personality like film actors they become encapsulated and etched into history. Film is a running thread throughout Melissa’s work. Melissa talks about painting coming into existing it is almost a catalogue of its birth.

Melissa talks about the gesture being the space between the poet and the actor. In which she explains that the poet creates, but often does not perform, whereas the actor performs, but does not create, meaning that the gesture is the bit that exists in the space between, which she describes as a look or the movement of a hand that allows the narrative to come alive.

Melissa uses a mixture of methods, mediums and disciplines her painting are creates using photography, silk screen print, painting, found objects, surfaces, architectural structures these structures then become part of the spaces that they inhabit, the structures themselves are almost sculptural.

Melissa paintings stretch beyond the canvas to installations. She talks about the structures dissecting the room, some parts seem to create a kind of negative or positive visualisation of a maze. An internal or external reflection. Almost existing and becoming part of the architectural space itself, bleeding from one to the other like the fluidity of the paint.

Melissa sees the paint as a metaphor for water and the water is a metaphor for women. She talks about how women throughout history are often described as leaky vessels or cracked pot unable to be contained often clogging up machinery and causing disruption. Melissa’s work is allowing the painting to break free from the canvas and the reach out into the atmosphere without the limits of their containers.

She talks about her earlier photography work existing on imaginary surface of glossy paint, which causes the images to seem disembodied or floating on the surface. They are disconnected, but still contained by the canvas, which in turn is contained by the architectural structures, which is contained within the room so really her current work is also about reaching out and expanding, but this also reminds me of my work bursts out into the space around me. Melissa talks about containers and layers, which is a very similar language that I apply to my own work. Layering ideas, collaging images and footage, multiple contexts, containers and meanings. It’s why Im drawn to a multidisciplinary practice.

Melissa talking about containers and water reminded me of a quote by Yoko Ono. I became obsessed with this quote last year. The quote ended up become part of my prints: ‘We are all water in different containers, so let's evaporate together.’ We are after all are one race the human race. We all consist of over 80% water we are all ruled by the moon. Weather we like it or not we are all one with the world around us. It always try to remember that the more detached we are from our environment the more broken we become. We are everything and everything is us and our reality is merely perception.

Melissa prints are silk screen prints, which she calls Female Readymades. They consist of sections of work surfaces and found objects. The objects themselves are printed true to life. The prints depict cleaned surfaces, work spaces, floors and brush bristles. Melissa describes them as reminiscent of crime scene photography. They almost look like they are back lite like an X-ray or a film negative which once again ties in the subject of film and documentation.

Melissa used fencing, warning tape, signs, clothing, chains, ropes, which to me all talk of boundaries limits and restrictions. Representative of women's constant struggle to be accepted in a male dominated world. A women with something to say is often cast aside. Labelled as emotional, sensitive (although emotional and sensitivity are positives in my eyes) crazy, bossy, bolshy, aggressive, controlling, loud, manipulative. Where as a man would be described as strong minded, ambitious, forthright, knowledgeable, a leader, confident etc etc. This toxicity is engrained in every facet of our society so no wonder women crack. Theres no wonder we feel trapped and contained. As Melissa says let's become the water and break free. Any form of oppression will create a inevitable response.

There is a constant daily feeling of being misinterpreted and misjudged. I know I deal with this struggle. Societies expectation of what a women is allowed to be has lead women (including myself) to constantly apologise and constantly edit and doubt what we are allowed to say, which in turn leads to low self esteem, low confidence and self doubt. We are capable of doing anything if we just allow ourselves to believe in our own ability to be ourselves.

Melissa uses space is such an interesting way, she talks about the space between or the gaps between, which funnily enough is also the name of a piece of work I made during lockdown and is the way I see my observational videos and photos as spaces in time, the gaps where Im most in connection with the world around me. Like the gestures the moments I capture are of chance observation where the lines of existence are blurred and interruption from reality I feel like those are gaps that connect everything. Like the gaps that connect Melissa painting. I find it interesting that she sees these painting like sections of film which are records of reality. I also find so much beauty in unintended marks that are permanently recorded her work is such a beautiful visual interpretation.

Melissa’s work is a tongue in cheek take on an abstract painting not intended to be merely decorative like most Abstract painting could be perceived. Melissa’s work explores documentation of the unintentional. Her prints remind me of the ghost prints I use the get from my lino cuts or press prints. I actually used to layer them too. Strangely enough I also collect marks and stains from paint like records of matter creating patterns. I love the look of organically formed impression. I also created a slippage piece during the first lockdown that ended up moving from painting to photography. The work itself no longer exists in the same form it was photographed in because initially it was juts a record of the process. Like Melissa says it is a gesture that I see as site specific. It's a gesture to me that could not be truly replicated again unless photographed so I suppose it could be seem as a way of preserving or containing its creation.

Melissa also talks about her interest in film being linked to her paintings and prints. The painting themselves resemble stills or negative with the gaps on the wall being the places where gestures lives.

Melissa’s Female Readymades were inspired by the under representation of female artist and the speculation about the authorship of Marcel Duchamps ‘Fountain’ by Elsa Von Freytag - Loringhoven and xxxxxxxx. Her works talks about this idea that many female artist authorship for their work was stolen. It’s still happening to this day. Funnily enough, I did an essay on Duchamp's work Estant Donnes, in which I discussed the speculation surrounding the fountain and it’s authorship. I think it is really important for female artist and artists in general to keep writing about these things.

I though it was really interesting that Melissa used a photograph taken in Marcel Duchamp’s studio, which depicts the fountain being hung. Melissa saw this as a rather aggressive thing for Marcel to do. She disgust its disappearance and that fact that Marcel did not calm authorship for many year. Melissa didn't seem to think there was any evidence, but after my research during my essay I actually think there is quite a lot of information out there and I don't think its merely speculative either, there are some really interesting detailed published papers that really made me think.

Melissa said something really interesting. she said that was should let the history speak for itself and I completely agree. The more people research these works and others like them the more these artists will be recognised and come to light within the wider community.

Melissa was really helpful in both the Q&A and the one to one. She suggested some really I nteresting artists and books for me to read. As well as a feminist discussion and reading group.

Recently been suggested that maybe I should concentrate on one thing, which I appreciate the advice very much, but I really don't work like that. I don't think like that either. My work may be perceived as a globular house by some or confusing and unclear by others. Melissa even said it doesn't have to be tidied up, which I thought was a good analogy, we digest and tidy up what we are thinking and what we want to portray. I don't like to be put in a box or contained so why start now. I just have to share what I want to share in a thoughtful way. I was thinking about this in the context of my instagram account. To me is not a collection of works, but more a display of progress and documentation so maybe that is also the work?

Why should any artist drop things that interest them. In my opinion it all adds to their practice. To become more palatable to a viewer is to become a product designer not a fine artist. If my work appears confusing it is probably because Im still simmering. As Rory always says it will all make sense in the end and I think it finally is. The Meaning and connections take time. I like my grainy over saturated photographs. I feel they are fitting in our existential world. I also enjoy blurry distorted close up images and videos. Reality isn't perfect.

I also spoke with Melissa about water being a running theme in my work and talked about Hydro Feminism. I looked this up straight after the one to one and I was blown away. The movement of solidarity for people across bodies of water. I will have to add this as a separate Tumblr entry. I have far too much to add about it. This subject is so interesting and so apt to my practice.

It was an absolute pleasure to meet Melissa. Im really looking forward to following her work. She has an exciting installation planned where she will be recreating the interior wall of both Elsa Von Freytag - Loringhoven and Jenny xxxx apartment walls. The viewer can walk through their passed living space. As an installation artist this really speaks to me. The floating walls are like a ghost of their passed and viewer is almost existing between dimensions of reality become part of the past and the present, which is a running theme in my work too. Its absolutely brilliant. I really look forward to seeing it coming to fruition.

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silverlight-iza · 7 years

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If - (Jinyoung X OC)

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“You know what’s the best way to die early?” I hear someone whispering to me as my lids feel heavy and the darkness looms over my head. I open my mouth to say something but my throat feels sore from all the alcohol and my lips bruised from kissing random girls, trying to forget her. So I wait silently for the person to continue.

“It’s to love someone who doesn’t love you back.” The words are etched upon my memories and my heart.

I wake up with a start, sweats of bead all over my forehead, my breath ragged and my vision hazy. I bring my hands to my eyes and gently rub them until I can see clearer.

I move to see the person lying besides me. She’s still here, I think with a burning ache inside my chest. I reach out my hand to remove the few strands of her beautiful golden brown hair away from her forehead. She’s sleeping soundly. I smile before getting out of the bed slowly and carefully so I don’t wake her up.

I go to the bathroom and then head down to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast. She likes my cooking. She has always loved it. I start preparing her favourite: scrambled eggs and pancakes.

I am placing the plates on the table when she comes downstairs with her bed hair, a goofy smile over her lips. She looks so cute. I shake my head, grinning. She must have come downstairs without even going to the bathroom. Did she want to see me when she woke up and when I wasn’t there?

“You made this for me?” She asks in her sweet honey voice and I nod my head before walking up to her.

“I am the one who should be cooking for us,” she whines childishly. I chuckle before wrapping both of my arms around her small frame and lean my head closer to plant a small kiss on her forehead.

“Good morning to you too!” My tone is cheerful, she isn’t able to tell the fake-ness. She grins and lightly pecks me on the lips.

“Morning! I’ll go and wash up. Be right back.” She pulls away and runs back upstairs while I go back to the dinner table and seat myself. My coffee cup is sitting in front of me and my phone right next to it, already vibrating from all the messages my friends have been sending. I pick it up as I wait for her to come back.

I open the group chat and am immediately bombarded my the messages from my friends.

JS: How did the night go? (≧∀≦)

M: Shut up Jackson.

BB: y r u askng bout da night? ◑○◑

JB: Dnt talk lik dat Bb.

YJ: As if youre any better.

JS: Tell me~ @(·o·)@

YG: Im also vry curious.

JB: Ignre dose ppl Jinyoung.

My eyes can’t roll any further back as I skim through the endless amount of text messages. I sigh because I don’t really have the time to read all of those because I notice footsteps coming down. I put the phone back and lift my head to see Mina coming my way.

We’re on our way to meet the guys because they’ve been bugging my nonstop to introduce Mina to them. She only saw them briefly on the wedding and she doesn’t know them otherwise. I place my free hand over hers and give it a soft squeeze.

“Are you nervous?” I ask.

“No … maybe. But what if they don’t like me?” she breathes out and I can tell she’s nervous by the way she’s fidgeting. I squeeze a little tighter.

“They’ll love you,” I assure her with a smile and she turns to look at me. “I’m sure you’ll be alright. You’re perfect, Mina. Nobody can’t not like you.” She seems a little happier as I tell her this. I stop the car right in front of the cafe that we’re supposed to meet at and ask Mina to get off.

“Wait. I’ll come back after parking the car.”

“Let’s go,” I slip my hand in Mina’s and pull her inside the cafe with me. I’m so familiar with the place that even the man behind the counter recognises me and sends me a smile after noticing Mina and I. In the farthest corner, I see the six boys sitting on a table and we head towards it. Yugyeom is the first to notice us.

“Hyung!” He says cheerfully and starts waving his hand enthusiastically. The others whip their heads towards us after hearing Yugyeom.

“Hi,” I say with a smile.

“Sweet muffins! Does your wife get prettier by the second? Because she’s even prettier than yesterday.” Jackson decides to comment shameless and Mina ducks her head down in embarrassment. Mark nudges the male in the ribs and he scowls.

“Have a seat guys.” Jae bum motions his hands towards the two seats and we sit down.

“Mina, this is JaeBum, Yugyeom, YoungJae, Bambam, Jackson and Mark and guys this is Mina, my wife.” I gesture my finger towards the respective males and Mina mumbles a small hello and nice to meet you to all of them individually. She’s really shy.

Although I have known Mina longer than I have known these guys, I didn’t introduce them to each other. Theres no special reason but just a thing I tend to do. Not mixing my friends. I once had a terrible experience when the two people became better friends and I was left behind. Albeit theres no chance of that happening now. These guys are like my brothers and Mina, well, I know she’s not going anywhere now that we’re married.

“You guys took so long so that’s why already ordered. I hope you don’t mind,” Mark says, grinning as he places a chip inside his mouth and Mina speaks, “No thats alright. I’m sorry that you had to wait.” She’s smiling now. That makes me happy. Now that she’s my family, I want her to be happy even if the reason of her happiness isn’t me.

Mina and I got married not because of my love for her, but because of our parents. I know that the sad reality is, she doesn’t love me like I love her. She loves me as a friend. And if her parents had not asked her to marry me, she would had never said yes.

It’s a month after our marriage and Mina’s been getting along with the guys extremely well. Today we’re at Mark’s house for a Saturday movie night and Mina seems extremely happy. She’s almost jumping with excitement as Mark opens the door to invite us in.

“You’re here!” He says and lets us in. I wave my hand slightly and enter with Mina. We head towards the living room and find Jackson sitting there on the couch eating something.

“You’re already here?” I ask but before Jackson can say anything, Mark says, “He practically lives with me. He never leaves.” as he glares at Jackson who only sticks his tongue out like a child. Mina giggles before seating herself down next to Jackson.

“I do not. And hey you’re here.” Jackson finishes stuffing the fish taco inside his mouth and grins at Mina. I follow Mark inside the kitchen. He’s taking out popcorn packets from the cupboards when he notices me.

“I’m glad Mina’s getting along with everyone.” I nod my head in agreement and add, “Especially you.” Mark’s smile falls away for a second.

“I guess … ” He looks away and turns to the microwave. “Jackson call the others already!” He shouts over his shoulder and Jackson yells back from the living room an okay.

I am leaving the kitchen when Mina enters, all smiles. She brushes past me and goes to Mark.

“Can I help you with something?” She asks with a cheery tone and Mark raises his head to look at me. He looks at me like he’s asking for permission. I don’t understand. I swallow hard but say nothing and leave.

I squeeze myself between Jae Bum and Jackson after everyone arrives and settles in the living room. The lights are out and I’m assuming thats because we’re watching a horror movie. I’m not to happy about the fact because I know Mina doesn’t enjoy horror movies. I glance at her, seated next to Mark on the carpeted ground with Bambam on the other side. She’s smiling heavenly and hasn’t even noticed the dark. They’re chatting about something in hushed voices. I scowl but stop the negative thoughts forming inside my head. She just clicks well with Mark and there’s nothing wrong with that.

I sit restlessly throughout the first half of the movie. I am being so annoying that even Jackson has to ask me to stop moving. I am restless because I know a jump scare is about to come. I’m sure of it. And I’m uneasy because I am aware of the fact that Mina will react to it. I want to be the one sitting next to her. I want to be the one she jumps into when she gets scared but I don’t say anything. My lips are pressed into a hard line and I say nothing. There’s this feeling inside me that is so sure that Mina will reject my offer to sit next to her. She’ll say its fine when its not. But I keep quiet.

I sink back into the couch, my eyes glued to Mina. A scream erupts from her side and I find Bambam shouting, almost standing up with fear when a figure appears on the screen. My eyes go back Mina and she is still. Maybe she didn’t get scared, I think in relief.

Maybe I’m being weird. I focus my attention back to the movie which has almost reached its climax. The main lead is slowly walking towards the spooky room at the end of the hallway. She places her hand on the door knob and twists it open, another dismembered and horrifying person pops out and Jackson screams directly into my ear.

Jae Bum groans and smacks Jackson in the back of his head and he winces in pain. I can hear the maknae line stifling their laughter and Mark chuckles loudly. I look at him and he has in arm wrapped protectively around Mina. I clench my jaw. Her head is buried into his shoulder and she’s letting out a muffled cry. I knew she gets scared easily. Mark pats her back.

“Are you okay, noona?” Before I can open my mouth, YoungJae asks her.

Mina retreats her head and nods her head, “I get scared easily,“ she admits and gets up.

“Where are you going?” I ask, standing up from my spot.

“The bathroom,” she replies in a soft tone and I move up to her, grabbing her forearm. The guys have paused the video briefly to observe us.

“Follow me,” I say before pulling her with me to the bathroom.

“Are you okay? We can go home if you want to,” I say quickly as soon as I see her exit the bathroom. She grimaces.

“It’s fine.”

“We can go. It’ll be fine. We don’t have to stay.”

“I said it’s alright, Jinyoung. And I’m sure Mark wouldn’t like us leaving like this in the middle of the movie night. It’s just a movie. I can handle it.” Her tone is almost aggravated and I frown.

“Okay whatever you say.” I shrug and follow after her back to the living room.

“Noona~ Hurry up. Mark hyung didn’t let us continue until you came back,” Yugyeom whines childishly and I notice Mina smiling at Mark.

“Well…I’m back now.”

I am coming downstairs when I notice Mina standing by the front door, all dolled up. My brow raises in curiosity.

“Are you going somewhere, Mina?” I ask in a quiet tone as I make my way towards her, she’s on her phone — texting someone with a big smile plastered on her face.

“Yes,” she replies distractedly.

“Where?”

“Shopping with Suzy.” She shrugs, eyes still on the phone. I’m kind of irritated by the fact that she isn’t paying full attention to me but I remind myself not to be too greedy.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Let me go grab my jacket, we’ll go together—“ I haven’t even completed myself when Mina’s head jerks in my direction, her eyes wide open.

“No,” she says harshly and I flinch, narrowing my eyes at her. This is new. She never spoke to me with such a rude tone so why now?

“Why not?” I crease my brow. Mina rolls her eyes before speaking up, “You must remember the last time we went shopping.”

I purse my lips, “What about it?” I try to remember and get her hint but nothing special pops up except for…

“The time when some guy was harassing you?”

Mina exhales exasperatedly and her hand is on her forehead now, massaging her temples. “Yes that time, when you embarrassed me.”

“Embarrassed you—? Mina, I was defending you from that guy. What are you trying to say?”

“I know your intentions weren’t bad but look. It was a small incident and I could’ve easily shrugged it off but you had to make it a big deal by punching that guy. I can’t take you with me today in case you try and be a hero again,” She says as if everything was my fault.

Was I wrong by defending her? Did I commit a sin by trying to save her?

My throat feels dry as I stare at Mina with sadness filled in my eyes. I’m unable to say anything.

“How about you go out with the guys while I go shopping, hm? I don’t want to fight over this, kay? I’m going now. See you later.” She clearly doesn’t see the hurt in my eyes as she cups my face and leans to kiss my nose — I can’t help but feel like she’s treating me like a child.

I stay frozen to the ground as I see her leave, closing the door behind her and saying a small and forced, “Goodbye.”

I am roaming the quiet streets of Seoul in the night, looking for a gift for Mina’s upcoming birthday. I was on a trip to Hawaii and came back today but no one was home. She didn’t pick her phone up. It might be because I came a day earlier and Mina isn’t aware. I tried calling her but the mobile’s turned off. I decided that I should take this time until she gets back home or calls me back to look for her birthday present. So that’s what I am doing right now as I enter into a toy shop.

I remember Mina loving all things childish so I plan on buying her a big teddy bear or something similar. I walk down one of the aisles filled with different kinds of stuffed toys. My eyes stop at a doll with big blue eyes and rosy lips. She has curly brown hair and I smile to myself because she reminds me of Mina. She used to have a doll like this, taking it everywhere with her.

I reach out to pick it up.

“Aren’t you too old for this?” I hear someone say from behind so I turn around and find myself looking into a pair of dark chocolate eyes. My brow shots up and I squint my eyes at the name tag she is wearing.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to say that too your customers.” I hear her snort.

I give her a pointed look before placing it back. “I’m looking for a big white bear for my wife.” I grin at her and she brings her hand to her chin, tapping it.

“I swear I’ve seen it here around somewhere.” Is she being serious or is just kidding me? Does my face say it so clearly that I need cheering up. If that’s so, then why hasn’t anybody else noticed.

“Follow me,” She says with a sigh and we walk towards the last aisle and I find the perfect bear I’ve been looking for.

“I’ll buy this, Ms. HyoSung.”

Mina and I almost reach home at the same time, she’s getting out of someone’s car when I turn around the corner. I recognise the car as Mark’s. I immediately frown. Was she with him?

She gets out and then walks over to his side, Mark rolls the windows down and I can see him smiling at her. My grip on the teddy bear tightens and my heart aches as Mina leans down to kiss Mark’s nose. I stand there frozen as Mina walks back to the front door of our house and Mark’s car drives past me, he doesn’t even notice me.

I suddenly feel how cold the air is. I shiver and there’s a stinging pain in my chest. My hands clutches the coat I’m wearing and I feel I can’t breathe. It’s like the air has been knocked out of my lungs, it has left me empty.

“I saw you with Mark … yesterday …,” I manage to choke out over breakfast. I can’t even look straight into her eyes. It hurts. Everything hurts. It’s like I’m drowning. But like always, she’s unable to see my pain.

I know I’m the one at fault. Because I should’ve expected this. Heck, I did. But it still hurts. My breathing is shallow.

Upon hearing me, the glass from Mina’s hands slips and it falls on the floor, shattering into a million pieces just like my heart. She turns around slowly, her expression is mortified. I don’t want her to feel that way.

“I- Jinyoung! I—“ I swallow and stand up. Her eyes are wide and I know she’s scared.

“It’s okay, Mina,” I breathe out. Mina rushes towards me, circling her arms around me from behind.

“No no no…! It’s not like that Jinyoung! I swear there’s nothing between us!” There’s a pang in my heart as Mina starts sobbing.

I turn around, also wrapping my arms around her small shaking frame.

“I’m sorry Jinyoung! So sorry! I swear you’re the only one for me!” She buries her head in my chest, crying loudly.

My hands move under her chin and I lift her face up, trying to shush her. “I know I’m not.” I cast my gaze onto the ground, where the glass shreds are. I glanced back up at Mina whose eyes are red and swollen now. She’s looking up at with a pained expression.

What she did, does and will do doesn’t matter to me, I am willing to forgive anything. It doesn’t hurt, what hurts is the lie.

“Mina … don’t lie to me and please … don’t lie to yourself.”

#jinyoung #got7 imagines #got7 scenarios #angst #kpop trash #kpop #kpop scenarios #fanfic

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zolganif · 6 years

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Do you always carry breath mints? No

What is the point of scented pens / pencils / erasers? They smell nice? I don't know, but I like them.

Do you buy / wear band-aids with cartoon characters on them? No

Are you amused by celebrity fashion flubs? I don't care.

What do you think your reaction would be upon entering the White House? I'm not sure.

Do you buy and wear crazy looking socks? I do, yes

Would you run down the street wearing a tutu, fishnets, & flippers? Minus the flippers, I would wear a tutu and fishnets because I want to. All three I would wear for money.

Have you ever grown your own sea monkeys or dinosaurs? Never owned those haha

Would you want to travel into deep space? Maybe if it was possible.

Have you ever thrown a game controller (or the game) and broke it? No

Did you ever own an Etch-a-Sketch? Yes

What are your thoughts on *gasp* Speedos? They're funny looking.

Do / did you ever have glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling? I wish

Does your house have an attic that had stuff in it when you moved in? Yes, it does. I don't know if it had stuff in it when we moved in though

What movie were you really worked up for that ended up disappointing you? Jupiter Ascending. I was so excited for that movie and it turned out to be a huge disappointment :(. Its okay, but it could have been way better.

Would you like to buy a vowel? No

What is your definition of a hippie? People who are all about peace, love, and happiness for the world. Don't really have a care in the world. Prefer more natural stuff. Love colorful things.

Do you find www.fmylife.com to be entertaining? You should check it out... Oh, yes. I did. haha.

Does / did your school have special dress-up days? It did.

What cartoons did you watch when you were little? A lot the ones from the 90's, 80's and early 2000's. Some from the 70's too.

Do you eat peanut shells along with the peanuts? No

Would you eat a meal cooked by Hannibal Lecter? No

Have you ever gone white-water rafting? No

What part of a paper is hardest for you to write? Eh

Does your grandma wear an apron when she cooks? I wouldn't know if they did.

This is your chance to get it out! Place random rant here: Okay...here we go again...

I'm starting to get annoyed with the wrestling fandom in general. 1. People argue a lot about the most petty shit. 2. People can be very harsh about what they say, their opinions.

People caring about what other people's preferences are when it comes to shipping. Shipping fictional characters has been around for a long time, and sorry to burst your bubble, but people have different kinks. Certain things they like when it comes to their OTP.

The whole racism thing when it comes to the Shield. If you don't see it, you get shit for it. You don't agree that there is racism when it comes to the Shield? You get shit for it. Write Roman in a certain way, and you're racist.

Thinking your OTP is better, superior, think that there isn't any arguments when it comes to them. Think the other two, Ambreigns, Ambrollins is unhealthy, and Rolleigns is 'perfect'. Fuck out of here.

If you think Dean Ambrose is under appreciated, his character is not used right, congratulations, you're wrong. Don't like certain things when it comes to your favorites, if you so often as criticize them, you get hate for it.

Example: I wasn't too fond of Roman's cocky behavior when he became World Heavy Weight champion a third time. I'm not hating on him, its just I believed he developed a very big ego at that time. He let that championship get to his head, made it more important than people who were close to him. And because of that, he almost lost a good friendship. Dean wasn't so perfect either. He pushed Roman away, thought he was just another person who would basically abandon him, give up on him. He became more untrusting with Roman, and basically almost ruined their friendship, too.

If you're a fan of Ambreigns or Ambrollins, you're crazy, psycho, etc. A fan of Dean Ambrose acts a certain way that makes others who are fans of him angry, you're basically put in the same category. They'll just say these "oh, these Dean Ambrose fans/fangirls are crazy." Not all of us are. Can't you just say some fans instead? Instead of assuming we're all like that? Same goes for Ambreigns/Ambrollins fans, too.

Oh, another recent thing. Something about chibis...If you like the Shield members as Chibis, or any other wrestlers you're a pedophile...Huh??????????? Now, I don't usually like anything sexual when it comes to chibi versions of characters, but sometimes will laugh if theres anything dirty minded implied. But may I ask, how is it pedophilia if there is? If I see a chibi version of Dean Ambrose, I don't imagine him as little kid, but still as a 31 fucking year old man!

Ugh, explain all this shit to certain wrestling fans and they'll give you shit for it. -_- One time I even got an anonymous message on here, telling me I'm stupid for not seeing the proof where Dean betrayed Roman, wasn't a good friend to him. And telling me I'm annoying for still asking for answers, when I don't get any.

Okay, rant over. But seriously, people need to chill the fuck out when it comes to certain things in this fandom.

How often do you need "me" time? Often.

Was Jim Morrison truly "an American Poet", in your opinion? Sure

Does it bother you that almost everything is done on computers now? Nope.

Have you ever gotten stuck in a revolving door? No

Who is your favorite superhero? Thor

KFC Chicken: original or extra crispy? Original

What class in school do / did you secretly love? History

What animal do you most resemble while eating? I don't know

Pop-Tarts vs. Toaster Strudels. Discuss: I prefer Pop-Tarts

Do you believe there are subliminal messages in songs? It's possible there could be.

Think about your first kiss. Did you have any idea what you were doing? No

Do you "fake bake"? If so, WHY?!?! D: No

Would you play Jumanji, if given the chance? Yes

Name a song lyric you heard wrong the 1st time and what it really said: I don't know.

Does it bother / offend you when someone calls something (not someONE) gay? Not really, no

Do you text / call while going to the bathroom? (Go multitasking!) No

Do you always make sure your cell phone is charged before going somewhere? Usually, yeah

Did you get Happy Meals just for the toys as a kid? No

Have you ever seen your parents cry? If so, how did it make you feel? Yes, I have. It made me feel sad.

What are your thoughts on Chuck Norris? Don't care for him.

Did you answer that last question with a random Chuck Norris fact? No

What is the most annoying sound in the world? People yelling

What would you do if Neil Patrick Harris stole your car? Report him to the police

Do you honestly care about calories and fat content? Yeah, a little

Do you often shift blame towards others? No

Do you ever feel like you're smarter than your boss? Mhm

Your very first best friend: Is he / she STILL your best friend? No

What would you do if a rabid animal was chasing you? Seek out safety, scare it away

Do you add condiments to your ice cream, or just eat it plain? Sprinkles, chocolate syrup.

Have you ever witnessed a crime? Yes

What's the coolest personalized license plate you've ever seen? I don't know.

Did you ever have a piggybank that literally ate your money? No

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