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ugh. i just have not been feeling too awesome lately, and so i haven’t been posting...

Thu, 30 Aug 2012 02:10:10 -0400

ugh. i just have not been feeling too awesome lately, and so i haven’t been posting anything.

at the end of the school year, three months ago, i had a friend who almost committed suicide because of problems with his roommate. he called the suicide hotline and made it through. he is doing better now, but that was incredibly scary.

now, three months later, the end of summer, another friend of mine has been considering to attempt suicide. she looked up how to do it but told our mutual friend that she was not brave enough.

i don’t understand why she considered doing that, or why she still wants to. she does not care about a lot of things in life. i think she is seriously depressed, and still suicidal despite not doing anything yet.

i don’t know what i can do for her. for a long time i’ve supported her and tried to be there for her, but this goes beyond what i can do. i feel helpless.

i know if i go to the school psychologist, she will tell me she can suggest my friend come in, but cannot make anything happen until she actually makes an attempt.

i need help. i don’t know what to do, but i want my friend to be safe.

keysgayunicorn: This is like “How many fingers do you want...

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 17:46:45 -0400

keysgayunicorn:

This is like “How many fingers do you want tonight?”

"The views expressed were offensive. Rape is rape. And the idea that we should be parsing and..."

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 13:34:28 -0400

““The views expressed were offensive. Rape is rape. And the idea that we should be parsing and qualifying and slicing what types of rape we are talking about doesn’t make sense to the American people and certainly doesn’t make sense to me. So what I think these comments do underscore is why we shouldn’t have a bunch of politicians, a majority of whom are men, making health care decisions on behalf of women.””

- President Obama in a surprise press conference today, speaking about Todd Akin’s deplorable “legitimate rape” statement.

I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of how hard I’m voting Obama.

(via bigfatfeminist)

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Day 18. Summer.

Thu, 23 Aug 2012 00:22:01 -0400

That summer was marked by a gray sky. So hot and dry that fire was burning up everything. The sky was gray with smoke and soot. Everything smelt like burnt wood. It got into your hair, your skin. It was in the water too, so you couldn’t even wash it off.

In my dream, my friend and roommate told me he was moving out, going to find a new apartment. I thought maybe it was because of the nearby fire that had been threatening the town for a good month. Maybe he didn’t want to push his luck. All I knew was that he wasn’t leaving because of me.

I was at the pool. Everything was gray, colored with soot. I was with a new roommate, someone I was going to live with, but we were going to move to a new place and we needed one more person. The pool water looked peculiar in its fluidity and clearness.

The person I was with knelt at the pool edge. There was only one person in the pool. My friend got his attention and talked to him. The next day, the three of us went out to look at apartments.

The first one we went to was large. I walked in, split from the other two, and enetered a large room. Only a queen sized, four poster bed with a canopy was inside. The walls were white and the floor oak. A breeze ruffled the gauze hanging from the bed’s canopy.

I looked out the window. We must have been three or four stories up, and I could clearly see the archway entrance to the complex, and red dirt courtyard. The building was white, Spanish stucco style. I saw a person exit a doorway next to the arch. The person seemed very small.

I walked into the adjacent room. It was all covered in tile. There was a shower head but no distinct shower. The whole room was the shower.

I was marveling at it when the two boys came in. They had decided to get the apartment. I thought that was a little strange because they hadn’t seen the whole place. It seemed like the bedroom I’d walked into first was to be mine.

When I woke up I realized that I knew the people in my dream; Key had been leaving, Minho and Taemin moving in with me. Taemin was the one swimming laps in the pool.

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Day 17. Thanks.

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 20:27:03 -0400

Jonghyun sat on his bunk, head in hands. He made a low groaning noise. Rubbed at his eyes.

He’d thought the concert went really well, that he and Taemin had performed well for their fans. That was until he saw some of the reactions after the show.

Venomous, scathing, it seemed like there were a lot of people who didn’t like what they did. At first he felt resentful—they always needed to come up with something new, something even more sensational each time—what did they expect? And of course there were those fans that became even more adamant in their support. But eventually, a dragging sadness won out. Their disappointment in him became his own.

To make things worse, Taemin had been avoiding him ever since.

Lo and behold, Taemin the floor creaked. Taemin had been sneaking in. He sat next to Jonghyun and rubbed his hyung’s back soothingly.

“Are you okay? It has been a couple days.”

“Yeah.” It was obvious from the tone of Jonghyun’s voice that the assent really held no meaning. “Are you mad?”

Taemin’s hand came to a stop.

“No, I’m not. I was surprised, but of course some of the fans would react this way.”

“I meant, mad at me.”

Taemin snorted. “Of course not! We didn’t get the reaction we were expecting, but that isn’t your fault.”

“You weren’t avoiding me?”

“Only because I didn’t want to bother you. Everything is fine, hyung, as long as you’re okay.”

Jonghyun snuggled into Taemin’s side for a moment, then hopped off the bed. He looked more upbeat.

“At least you got to do that with me. Who knows how it would have gone with Minho!” Jonghyun stuck his tongue out in mock disgust. Taemin did a fake shiver, and they both burst out laughing.

captaincreeds: avengers deleted scene - steve rogers. thought...

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 17:19:26 -0400

captaincreeds:

avengers deleted scene - steve rogers.

thought i’d upload this here in case it gets yanked off of youtube. enjoy!

oppa, touch me like one of your hyungs.

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 18:23:00 -0400

oppa, touch me like one of your hyungs.

Day 16. Look.

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 14:46:39 -0400

Something had gone wrong with the hotel reservations, double booked or something like that. Jonghyun’s Japanese was not quite good enough yet to catch everything. To compensate, the hotel gave them two suites.

The boys soon found out that the suites were not next to each other like they usually were. The hotel was a giant U-shape, with a pool in the middle. They had one suite on each end of the U, and could see each other fairly easily through the giant windows.

Jonghyun waved at Onew and Taemin excitedly. He texted Taemin that he wished they could somehow make a paper cup and string telephone work. It would be epic. Key read over his shoulder, rolled his eyes and said that is what cell phones are for.

They all hung out in Taemin’s and Onew’s room that evening, deciding an hour before the pool closed that they wanted to go swimming. They rushed down and got to watch the sunset while floating in the water. Bright lights came on twenty minutes later, and the last lifeguard on duty asked them if they could please exit the pool, as it was now closing.

They all headed to the little tiki-bar and ordered pina coladas, the non-alcoholic kind. Jonghyun went upstairs first. He wanted a shower.

When he got out, neither Key nor Minho was back yet. He went to the window to see if Taemin and Onew were in their rooms. He saw something that shocked him, and that he would never forget.

They were both still in their bathing suits, hair wet. The lights were on and they were clearly visible. They were in each other’s arms, kissing.

Jonghyun had not known about this. He had not understood why Onew and Taemin wanted to room together, but it hadn’t brought up any red flags for him when they insisted.

Now Onew was tugging on Taemin’s hair, not unlike how Jonghyun had done on stage. Taemin’s head was tipped back. Onew’s tongue was on Taemin’s throat, on his shoulder. Jonghyun could see a bite mark. Taemin’s hands were groping at Onew’s ass.

Jonghyun sat heavily on the couch turned so that guests could relax and view what little scenery there was. The sight of his band mates going at it was more arousing than he thought possible; already he was half-hard. He relaxed, pulled the wet towel out from underneath him and dropped it at his feet. He ran his hands up his thighs and over his abdomen before taking his dick in hand and leisurely pumping.

Taemin was straddling Onew on the couch now. His shorts were off. They were kissing and Jonghyun could see how Onew was kneading Taemin’s ass. Taemin was rubbing himself into Onew’s stomach, his hands on Onew’s shoulders for balance.

Jonghyun’s trance was abruptly broken when the door opened and the light flicked on.

“Turn it off, turn it off!” Jonghyun shouted. Key jumped back but followed directions. The light had only been on for a few seconds, but it could have been enough for the lovers to notice. Luckily, they hadn’t stopped what they were doing. Either they hadn’t noticed or they didn’t care.

“What the fuck, Jjong, you scared the shit out of me.” Key came over and looked Jonghyun up and down. “What are you doing? Could you at least go to the bedroom or do it in the shower or something?”

“No.” Jonghyun pointed. Key caught his breath.

“Well fuck.”

Jonghyun grinned up at Key for a moment without breaking the rhythm of his strokes.

“Is it weird if I join you?”

“Nope. I don’t think we have any weird boundaries anymore.”

Key settled on the couch next to Jonghyun and slid off his boxers. Jonghyun glanced over at him, lust in his eyes.

“We could follow suit and do what they are doing,” suggested Jonghyun.

Key smeared the precum with his thumb, then licked it.

“Mm, I don’t think so. What if Minho came in?”

“Who says he is coming over here? He could walk in on those two.”

Across the way, Taemin was on his elbows and knees on the couch. Onew had his pants off, and was kneeling behind the boy, sticking his tongue in his ass.

“He’s gonna join them or us. Either way, I don’t really mind.”

Day 15. Order.

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 14:06:00 -0400

Early afternoon. Taemin had just finished his university entrance exam, and when Minho had picked him up, he said he felt like he’d done well on it. He’d been studying every evening for an hour for months now. It was a huge relief to finally be done with it.

He’d called Minho to pick him up early. All that studying had paid off, apparently; and though it wasn’t yet time even for an early dinner, Minho said he’d treat Taemin to whatever he wanted.

“Um, I don’t really know what’s around here. Can we just, like, drive through town to see?”

It didn’t take long. Taemin spotted a Marie Calendar’s within the first few blocks. It looked like a plain little rundown place. Waiters were smoking outside the front door. As far as Minho knew, they served desert, cake or pie or something.

“Yeah, I think they have pie. I’ve never been to one either but it sounds really good right now.”

They parked, walked through the invisible haze of smoke. Inside was dark for this time in the afternoon. A tall, naturally skinny girl greeted them quietly from behind the cash register. Next to her, rows of pie were lined up in a case. They looked like plastic, not something you could eat. Or should eat.

“Actually, we’d like to sit down,” Taemin said to her. She nodded and smiled tentatively.

She led them to a booth without a window, set down their menus, and explained the specials, all hamburgers and steaks. Taemin thanked her. He looked her in the eyes and smiled genuinely. It shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did.

Taemin flipped through the alcohol pamphlet, occasionally pointing out a fancy sounding drink and reading its contents out loud. The booth was dark, a low-hanging bottle lamp illuminating the dark, sticky wood of the table and the charcoal sketch of a wine bottle and glasses.

An elderly man walked stiffly over. Taemin smiled at him, too.

“What a pretty girl you are,” he said. “The specials today are—ah, you’ve already had them explained. I’ll give you more time to decide.” He hobbled away, and back again with a huge plate of cornbread. Minho had already decided what he wanted, but the man left without saying anything.

The cornbread smelled sweet. Minho touched it, and it was very warm. He took a piece, just wanting to sample it, but kept at it. He knew he wouldn’t be hungry for whatever he ordered.

The waiter came back after what seemed like too long. Minho wondered what he could have been doing since there weren’t too many other customers.

“Do you know why you are so pretty?” the old man asked Taemin.

“My parents, I guess,” he replied quietly.

“Because of God. Now, what would you like to eat?”

Taemin ordered a piece of double cream strawberry pie, which a card in the menu had said was in season. Minho said he didn’t want anything after all. The man looked at the cornbread and back at him before walking away. Minho rolled his eyes.

They talked about the test, and other topics, but they seemed to run out quickly. Minho stared at a large tv in the adjacent room. A table was set in front of it. It reminded him of an American living room. Why bother leaving the house? Above the tv hung Budweiser and Heineken flags.

A conversation between to waiters in the bar who had nothing to do caught his attention.

“Do you want me to bring Mister over to your house?” asked one middle-aged lady.

“Who? Oh, your dog,” said the other. They were around the same age and looked as if they’d been working together at this place since they were teenagers.

“My baby.”

“I’m not really a dog person. I have lots of cats though.”

“My dog could eat all your cats. He’d eat them before you got home.”

“I’d stop him. I’d shoot him before he ate my cats.”

“I’d bring him over when you weren’t there,” said the first lady. “He’d kill all your cats before you got home.”

Minho and Taemin looked at each other, bewildered. It was the kind of conversation you could never guess you’d overhear. It wasn’t the kind of conversation that you’d imagine would ever take place. Minho wondered just where in the realm of the hypothetical the dog woman’s suggestion lay.

The old man came over with Taemin’s pie and set it in front of him. He didn’t look at Minho.

But he didn’t leave. He asked Taemin all kinds of questions. Where he was from, what school he was going to, his heritage, etc etc. Things that were none of his business. Taemin didn’t touch his food the whole time.

Finally the old man left. Taemin offered Minho a bite, but he declined. Minho got a text message from Onew, saying that they were going to be there in 15.

“Onew’ll be here in fifteen minutes. Can you eat again?”

“Yeah, I’ll be hungry by then.” Taemin laughed. Ten minutes later Onew texted that they were there, waiting outside. Minho flagged down the waiter while he was walking by and smiling at Taemin and asked for the check.

“I’ll be sad to see such a pretty girl go,” the waiter said. He took a long time getting the change. They had a hard time getting out of the vinyl seat. They walked through the lobby and out the door. The girl that seated them was sitting with her smoking coworkers. She smiled at Taemin as they passed.

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thatlolblog: Robot Unicorn Attack in Tumblr-Playable form

Sun, 19 Aug 2012 13:12:19 -0400

thatlolblog:

Robot Unicorn Attack in Tumblr-Playable form

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Sun, 19 Aug 2012 02:46:49 -0400

so-relatable: Reblog if you’d attend!!

Sun, 19 Aug 2012 02:39:27 -0400

so-relatable:

Reblog if you’d attend!!

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