This video sums their relationship amazingly: the growth, the change in dynamics, the development. And it shows how monumental 2017 was for Jikook.

“From awkward kids with awkward crushes, through boldly flirtatious teenagers to mature and loving partners”

Made by lovely @arciam

Welcome to the Madness!!!

Finally… full, no cuts, no watermarks, I’m dead. I love you all.

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Credits: https://www.facebook.com/d4ftka

Did you get over it? Because I didn’t.

Red Rope String of Fate i keep holding my laugh when i draw beka in ballet shoes

Do you ever notice yourself getting bad again…like, you know you’re not doing work that needs to be done, you know you’re not cleaning, you know you’re not taking care of yourself…you know all the things you need to do to start trying to feel better. But you just can’t. And you’re left feeling like shit bc you thought you were getting better but here we are

Petition to change “he looked at her like she was the sun” to “he looked at her like she was the moon” and any other variation bc I look at the moon in wonder and love and amazement while I’ve only ever just squinted angrily at the sun

He looked at her like she was the sun, in that he never looked at her except in frustration. He basked in her warmth, he complained when she was gone, but he never looked. On days she was muted, he complained. On days she was stronger, he hid from her. He never looked at her until she was leaving, and in the beauty of the sunset he wondered how he’d never seen her before.

dude

Unreleased Songs by Tyler Joseph

Time to Say Goodbye: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjYYD2LRsUQ

Two: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TC4jWtc93rE

I Need Something to Kill Me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BR_FD_vQYg8

Dollhouse (ft. Jocef): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OlnzusQeLko

Korea: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQOP_YMj1WU&list=PL8DCuPWAR2mIzgVTxqJp4XK_HHpsYq7H7

Coconut Sharks in the Water: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7IUBt02nnxw

Time to Say Goodbye: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjYYD2LRsUQ

What’s Your Story? (Blurry Line/Spoken Word Piece): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SdC7iBpD8Sk&list=PLY8LPk9090iyXR1BIfEuDHeI1mEI2G3wa&index=4

Blurry Line: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkdH_JQDx80

Street Poetry (Heavydirtysoul): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6R5KQ8b4lQ

Forest (Forrest/Spoken): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5daYd91k4ws

Untitled Demo (2011): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMmVtdQczKo

Untitled Idea (May have become Lane boy, Hometown or Doubt): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nm-PAtnkBaY&feature=youtu.be&t=15m44s

Goner (Original Version): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgmgFLV0fp4

House of Gold (Original Music Video): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xETC86u7eJo

Screen (Original/Demo Version): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAD9Jk8b3FY

Screen (Alternative Version): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03RgMND8K8A

Air Catcher (Alternative Version): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Y1wHnpPwxM

Save (New Version): https://soundcloud.com/the-techno-nut1/save-new-version-tyler-joseph

Can’t Help Falling in Love (Cover/Studio Recording): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVsusdrWlKA

No Phun Intended (Full Album): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL25fJW7ynMFI5GeQd6K0dRfrb98p7mk46

Regional at Best (Full Album): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLzJykpgq4EnFzufvzTqBwTm68aYsLGaj9

Live (By Jocef ft. Tyler): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kh0A66FSvhE

Sickly Sweet Holidays (By Dallon Weekes ft. Tyler): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_UvixzBZHQ

Five14 Church

Whittaker (New Albany Music)

Dogs just make me cry

handletheheat.com

This is SO important.

this is on my obligatory reblog list

THIS IS VERY COOL FOODY AND SCIENCEY

This is mesmerizing to watch.

actually physically painful to watch because you know months were spent masking all those frames for each of the kajillions of transitions in this

Holy………..shmokes…….

Oh?? My god??

THis is fucking amazing

thoughts on the friendzone

when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors.  we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards.  he wasn’t the only one.  there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”

i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was

in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face.  we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d turn the lights off during lunch time.  one day they got in a fist fight over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my friendship, like it was something they owned.

in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly.  everyone in the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my friend.

when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes and a smile that hid hurt behind it.  people didn’t like him because he was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly.  he became my friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around. we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home with the sunset silhouetting us.  he talked often about how he loved me, but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on. that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb cunt.

in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the bus and talked to me about manga.  he’d ask me personal invasive questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked attention.  i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how much of an asshole he was every day.  i wondered, why, why does he think the love of my life is an asshole?  but whenever i asked him, he just told me, “girls only date assholes.  there’s no room for nice guys like me.”

i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?

he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me, you know.  being friendly.  i thought we were friends.  but then, how many times had i thought that before?

how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?

how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”

there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams.  beneath a million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me. then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained about how he’d never get laid.

when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.

i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk about all my favourite games with me.  he was the closest thing to support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind and friendly.  but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come over every day and do it.

“don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love you back?  don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?”

when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to just say

when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill.  and i’m 18 years old, and i still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.

but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”

they were

“she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her.”

so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so much:

put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex.  that he just wanted her for a relationship.  a girl who was just an object to win, a prize.  a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.

maybe she friendzoned you.  but you girlfriendzoned her, first.

I am clapping for this, you just can’t see it.

okay honestly wow I’m oh my god just

YES GOD BLESS

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