#okeee

I found this old Ask in my inbox, lol.

I don't hate how army support BTS. I hate their racism, xenophobia, misogyny and homophobia. I hate that I see it or hear about almost everyday. I hate that these fans write "love yourself" in their profiles then dogpile and cyber bully whoever becomes the day's target, often using disgusting racist and misogynistic language.

And I have zero problems with BTS not liking or being critical of Taemin. What I do have a problem with is them making jokes and laughing at his mental health conditions and some of the rumors that have been going around. I also think he has no place in their exemption discourse. He is someone with a chronic health condition and is doing a different type of service because of it. It's not a health condition brought on *by* service... but that makes it less salacious, right? Less helpful for their narratives.

Here are the rules:

1. Post the rules.
2. Answer the questions given to you by the tagger.
3. Post 11 questions of your own.
4. Tag 11 people.

Questions...

Film or theatre?

Film ofc, I love the stage but in films you can hear the lines of the characters clearly. Besides the popcorn in the cinemas is delish sooooo

Do you believe all is fair in love and war?

Nothing is fair in the world so nah

If you’re invisible for a day, what would you do?

Haunt people, because I’m weird in that way 

Journaling or blogging?

Journaling, I keep my life to myself

What’s the best thing in the world?

That’s a lot of stuff, but I guess books(?)

If you have the chance to meet a dead person, who would it be and why?

The Old Taylor, because I love her and I have questions

If secrets could kill, would you entrust it to someone else? Who would that person be and why?

My BFF Marie? She’s really quiet and she pretends that I annoy her but I know I can trust her with my life.

Ear wax or boogers? 

Neither ;)

Confronting fears or confronting regrets?

I’m proud to say I’m fine with confronting both

Fight or flight?

Fight, obviously. I’m a Gryffindor to the core.

Do you think window shopping is acceptable?

Ofc! I do it all the time since I never have enough money.

My Questions...

Unicorn or Pegasus?

Opinions on vampires?

Ever thought of starting a family?

What’s your favourite constellation?

Make up a quote that is related to stars right now. What is it? (can you see the trend??)

How would you feel when you hear the sentence “the sun’s getting real low”?

What’s a line that no one (that includes the people you love) can never cross, or you’ll lash out like a monster?

If you could save any fictional character from anything they face, who would that fictional character be and what would you choose to save them from?

Cloudless day or moonless night?

If you could choose, would you like to take the complexion of your father or mother?

Are you a feminist?

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still glamoured hands rise beneath the dim florescents, fingers spread momentarily before he drops them calmly 'pon either end of prominent clavicle. and while his height is still stunted by human guise, the wide expanse of palms and lanky appendages still occupy a surprising amount of space. tips of said fingers pressing into the dip of dewdrops shoulders, whilst one knee cocks inward and raises a heel. head dropping in a heavy cant, whilst the toe of his boot twists against the floor... for such blatant predatory behaviour spawns oh-so-quickly the beautifully befitting role of dainty prey -- and he falls into it like a clumsy step. outline of lopsided quirk in deceptively docile maw imprinted 'pon the balaclava still hiked up over the peak of classic nose.

he'd ask what he's done to deserve such roughened treatment -- however he still remembers the thrum of racing pulse from beneath the crimson lights raised high above the rostrum. that which had made him feel oh so alive. a warm chest at his back beckoning like warm water on an overcast evening, whilst weighty strings quivered beneath strumming fingers... orchestrated with intent to possess.. and before the eyes of thousands of adoring fans, no less... their screams swelling with the snaking of digits 'round the column of his throat -- bared like willing sacrifice...

palms raise once to stroke the sides of dew's neck, riding the curve back down to his shoulders with gentle brush of bell sleeves. lashes batting -- just barely visible beneath the goggled guise, and gently questioning what is to come. his accepting body language more than permission. anticipation coiling tight fingers 'round beating heart, and squeezing at viscera. ever silent in his submission, and awaiting command made by mouth if not by the body.