gray yeon: watched oppenheimer first and thought it was mid. watched barbie next bc big ben forced him to and liked it.
big ben: was the most enthusiastic in rounding everybody up to watch barbie. watched it once with all his friends and then alone again at the theatres. bet he dressed up in pink too.
alex: oppenheimer, only watched barbie because ben made him.
eugene: oppenheimer and barbie but he would've watched both regardless of big ben
teddy: barbie, but he felt too embarrassed to watch it on his own so he used big ben as an excuse
gerard: barbie all the way
rowan: the most enthusiastic barbie watcher asides from ben
lily: barbie
julia: oppenheimer, then barbie with lily
lala lee: watched oppenheimer, then felt insecure and watched barbie
jimmy bae: oppenheimer at the theatres, barbie in private
jack kang: oppenheimer because jimmy made him, barbie at the theatres
forrest lee: felt insecure but watched barbie in theatres, beat up anybody who commented on it
grape and robin: were embarrassed but followed their leader to barbie, watched oppenheimer later on
wolf keum: oppenheimer once then barbie another three times
kingsley kwan: oppenheimer
donald na: was more inclined towards oppenheimer, but then he watched barbie just to see what the hype was about, and started contributing to the deep and profound analyses of the film's message on social media
seopass made this chapter specifically for me.
larry the cat slander will not be tolerated
“Larry is bad at catching mice so he’s bad at his job”
You FOOLS
His official duties according to www.gov.uk, the official website of the UK government, are “greeting guests to the house, inspecting security defences and testing antique furniture for napping quality” and “contemplating a solution to the mouse occupancy of the house” which he says “is still ‘in tactical planning stage’.”
He’s doing his job JUST FINE
I love me a pseudo-historical arranged marriage au but it always nudges my suspension of disbelief when the author has to dance around the implicit expectation that an arranged marriage should lead to children, which a cis gay couple can't provide.
I know for a lot of people that's irrelevant to what they want from an Arranged Marriage plot, but personally I like playing in the weird and uncomfortable implications.
So, I've been thinking about how you would justify an obviously barren marriage in That Kind of fantasy world, and I thought it'd be interesting if gay marriage in Ye Old Fantasy Land was a form of soft disinheritance/abdication.
Like, "Oh, God, I don't want to be in this position of power please just find me a boy to marry", or, "I know you should inherit after you father passes but as your stepmother/legal guardian I think it'd make more sense if my kids got everything, so maybe consider lesbianism?", or "Look, we both know neither of our families has enough money to support that many grandkids, so let's just pair some spares and save both our treasuries the trouble".
Obviously this brings in some very different dynamics that I know not everyone would be pinged by, but I just think it'd be neat.
happy (slightly late) birthday to donald na!! if only he got to turn 17 before he died :(
foodjars_
There was blood staining the button down shirt of his uniform.
Baekjin found himself looking at the spot for a bit longer than he most likely should.
It had dried already, turning from red to brownish, stiffening the fabric and turning it scratchy, but if he soaked it now, it should wash out fully… It was a pity that there simply wasn't the time for it now.
imesMaybe he could make time, but the question was, if it would be worth it. On one hand, a dried blood stain could either indicate messiness, unkemptness or give him an intimidation factor. Or a combination of these three things, depending on who he was dealing with.
The problem was that this was his school uniform and he had no intention of appearing unkempt inside the school where keeping up his image and reputation had its own importance, especially when the further success of his plans depended on having a professional enough appearance to be taken serious.
If it had been one of his other clothes, he wouldn't care as much. It wasn't a big stain and not in a visible spot either, so he could get away with keeping small blood splatters on himself as a small cue to remind his followers to not underestimate him. For some reason they tended to think he was going soft if he turned up repeatedly without any stain on himself.
How quickly they could forget the beating he handed out was confusing though. Sure, most of them had only ever witnessed him giving these beatings and not felt them themselves-only few people ever forgot if he gave them the painful hits personally-but it should still leave some impression.
The blonde looked at the bloodstain again, rubbing his thumb over the fabric and feeling the rough and hardened texture the soft fibers had turned into.
Aspirin should work well to break down the blood and help keeping it from staining. Saliva would do the same, but he had better things to do than soaking part of his clothing in spit, even if they handed up in the washer right after. He was past the point where that was necessary. He had other options now.
Stains were an annoyance anyway. If everything would go as he wanted and if he didn't need to steer people one way or the other, if he wasn't dependant on these people acting as he made them, he wouldn't even bother to think about reasons not to remove stains.
He preferred clean clothing with no hint of inability to keep it clean.
Sighing, the teen looked up from the stain and around the hallway to locate the nearest bathroom.
It would suck to wear a wet shirt, but it would only be the sleeve and he wouldn't even need to get the whole sleeve wet.
And in the end, he couldn't afford stains on the uniform. He didn't want them there either.
My dad and I once had a disagreement over him using the adage "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
I said, "That's just not true. Sometimes what doesn't kill you leaves you brittle and injured or traumatized."
He stopped and thought about that for a while. He came back later, and said, "It's like wood glue."
He pointed to my bookshelf, which he helped me salvage a while ago. He said, "Do you remember how I explained that, once we used the wood glue on them, the shelves would actually be stronger than they were before they broke?"
I did.
"But before we used the wood glue, those shelves were broken. They couldn't hold up shit. If you had put books on them, they would have collapsed. And that wood glue had to set awhile. If we put anything on them too early, they would have collapsed just the same as if we'd never fixed them at all. You've got to give these things time to set."
It sounded like a pretty good metaphor to me, but one thing I did pick up on was that whatever broke those shelves, that's not the thing that made them stronger. That just broke them. It was being fixed that made them stronger. It was the glue.
So my dad and I agreed, what doesn't kill you doesn't actually make you stronger, but healing does. And if you feel like healing hasn't made you stronger than you were before, you're probably not done healing. You've got to give these things time to set.
It’s Not a Plot Hole, It’s Foreshadowing
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It’s Not a Plot Hole, It’s Just Something That They Opted Not to Spoon-feed You Because It Would Be Obvious If You Thought About It For 20 Seconds
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It May Be a Plot Hole, But It Still Works In Terms of the Story’s Themes and Character Logic
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Okay, It Is a Plot Hole, What Are You Going to Do, Cry about It?
If you think these "anti drag" pushes aren't going to be used against trans people for just existing in public, you really really need to read up on the vice laws which caused Stonewall.
If you think Stonewall was only trans women and transmascs/butches/trans men weren't arrested during the leadup to the riot, you need to read up on who was there, who was arrested, and why.
They are coming for all of us. Your supposed respectability will not save you. We will survive this if we stick together, and only if.
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god