#05012019

[ohmykimtaetae]

Bangtan Sonyeondan - The sitcom

[hannybstudies]

not to be a downer but it rly bums me out that our planet may not exist by the time I have kids

[fuckyeahkimwonpil]

[20190105] day6kilogram update

“Be careful of catching a cold~

trans by fyjypnation

[crabby-old-professor]

Attention Bloomians!

Now is time for rebellion against forces that have long since plagued mankind. Above is the flag for my newly formed resistance against the apocalyptic plans of Sheldon Jadriel Plutarch and his infected army of human/animal hybrids. He is going by another name now, Father Nu of the Plankton.

He himself is controlling Cordyceps mensexcoriator, a terrifying species of fungal plankton that mutates the mind and body, and is using the resources and knowledge provided to him by the fungus to gain a substantial army.

Now is the time, Bloomians. We will fight. Our army is small, but our knowledge is our power. Amongst us we have some of the greatest minds on the planet, using advanced alien technology and the hidden secrets nature to stop him and his terrifying second coming of a more aberrant earth. Our hopes are high.

Today is the founding of the Resistance, welcome to the Intertidal Zone.

[seeyal8ragentg8r]

[stellarstellarstellan]

Deeper Bloom- Chapter One

Her name was Deeper Bloom. In 2005, when she was young, she was my student. One of her first college classes.  She was bright. Very bright. I watched her enter my 30-seat, adjunct classroom. And goddamn did time stop. It wasn't just her beauty, it was the way she carried herself. Her soft, caramel skin was glowing and the pale blue streak in her raven hair was running along and framing her face.

I had asked the class to go around and say their names. I remember being victim to the lazily dressed depression of my post-divorce early-30s. My dirty blonde beard was matted and uncombed, probably containing the grease or crumbs of this morning's fast-food breakfast. My mauve sweater vest hung off me, stained over a pale green button down. My brown pants nicely hid their unwashedness. I was in no state to meet the love of my life that day. But. Fuck it. Shit happens.

The line of speaking students grew shorter and shorter, and, when It was her turn, she hesitated.

“My grandfather was a Marine Biologist,” she began, trying desperately to cover up her Indian accent. She giggled and stopped trying to hide it, “My name is Deeper Bloom.”

The room fell silent. At least it did in my head. Did she just say, “Bloom”? Like. Mohesh Nemo Bloom PhD? The man who took Darwinism to a new level. He was the Tesla to Cousteau’s Edison. He was Tolkien to C.S. Lewis. But he was greedy. The thorough Nuclear Testing in Bikini Atoll and its surrounding waters had made the research facilities a hotbed for both radiation and political espionage. When the Scientists, Personnel, Soldiers, and few civilians allowed on base disappeared, including Mohesh, it was quickly covered up and is seen in certain circles as the last act of war post WW2.

Anyway, It was now months later. Deeper and I had been growing close on a professional and academic level. She was æons more intelligent than me. She let me know it, too.  It was around the time she was concluding her thesis, wreckage and research samples began washing up on the shores of Bikini Atoll and Sandal Sole. ‘Course they contacted her and her father. Would be fuckin stupid not to. Nobody knew as much about Mohesh's research or marine Biology than Deeper and Verne Bloom. I tagged along on the first actual expedition, and later on Verne quit coming entirely and decided to just aid in donations, marketing, etc. This was nice cause Deeper was never comfortable being the face of the expeditions.

We discovered two ancient species of aquatic fungus that had insane potential. Cancer. Alzheimers. Regenerative Limbs. It's like the fuckin shamwow. It can do anything. Anyway, Verne got sick, and we wanted to expedite thw research. Ironically, liver cancer meant Verne did not survive long enough to see clinical trials. Now, with only part of the new expeditions funded, we searched through independent funding. Crowdsourcing failed so we went to some bigger companies and owner's like James Cameron and Ex-NASA employees. It's just then we got a letter from a military science division we had never heard of before, the Sandal Atoll Marine Biology Outpost. Or. SAM-BO. And their delivery boy was a greasy creep named Agent Garret “Gator” Drake. And he had good news for us.

[ohmykimtaetae]

What type of people are you ?

[ohmykimtaetae]

Bts X Mamamoo - The cutest interaction