all we have is an old vhs and i'm not here for that

Seventeen watching VHS tapes
  • S.Coups: Okay, so let's start with Hansol, shall we?
  • Vernon: Uh-oh... Do we really have to hyung?
  • S.Coups: Yes, now put in the tape.
  • Vernon: Fine... *Puts in old VHS tape*
  • On T.V screen: *Little Hansol* Kidney function is not a right, it's a privilege!
  • 17: *Bursts out laughing*
  • Vernon: Oh man...
  • Seungkwan: What is this!? This so isn't high quality!
  • Hoshi: Are you an idiot? Of course it isn't.
  • Seungkwan: I'm high quality, so everything should be.
  • Woozi: I swear Seungkwan, all we ever hear from you it about the quality. *Grabs guitar and chases Seungkwan*
  • Junghan: Here we go. An angel, like me, would never get hit.
  • Woozi: Trust me, you're gonna be next if you don't stop.
  • Joshua: Jihoon! Don't break the guitar! Please!
  • Seungkwan: Who cares?! It's low quality anyways!
  • Woozi: That's it!
  • 17: *Is done with everything*
  • Mingyu: So, who wants popcorn?
  • Wonwoo: I do!
  • S.Coups: Next tape then?
  • Joshua: My guitar!
  • Seungkwan: *While dodging Woozi* Is low quality!
  • Dk: Why don't we put in Seungkwan's video next?
  • Seungkwan: No~! *Dives for videos*
  • Hoshi: That was very OTL...

@vero-valzer

Hello Dr. Gaster.
I hope this isn’t too strange or personal to throw your way… Feel free to let this float by through the Void as nothing but static, especially if it makes you uncomfortable in any way. However, I can’t help but feel I’m in a similar situation to your sons -Papyrus especially- and I’m at a loss. I’m sure I’m not the only person and (it feels wrong to say it but,) I’m oddly fortunate in that it’s my grandpa and not my father but…

My grandpa passed away only a few months before I was born. I’m 23-years-old now and more than ever, I get caught up and wonder about who my grandpa was and how my life might be different if he was still alive. I’m often told he gave the most fantastic hugs that were so heartfelt that they could take the broken pieces of a heart and put it back together with their warmth. Like I’ve seen you do for so many who are struggling. I would give up a lot of things to be able to experience just one hug from my grandpa.

We have photos, the occasional story from family members and one snippet of him on a home video on VHS, so he’s not entirely forgotten but it’s just not the same as having gotten to know him personally. Some wouldn’t think it’s possible but… here I am, thinking about him, missing him, and sometimes crying over things that never got to happen.  Crying for a man I never got the chance to meet.

Sorry for the long preamble…
I guess my point is this:
Do you have any advice or kind words for children missing any sort of parental figure, even if its one they’ve never met and will never get the chance to meet and only know through old saved fragments and fading third-party memories?

I’M NOT SURE I AM THE BEST FOR THIS, BUT WHAT I CAN SAY IS THAT…
YOU SHOULD NEVER FEEL BAD ABOUT MISSING HIM. DO NOT ACT AS IF THIS IS SOMETHING THAT IS NOT BIG, MEANINGFUL, OR NOT SOMETHING TO BE TALKED ABOUT.
THE LOSS OF SOMEONE WHO ONE NEVER GETS TO MEET IS A REAL THING, AND IT’S A VERY VALID FEELING OF LOSS. KNOWING THIS PERSON WOULD HAVE BEEN A GREAT PART IN YOUR LIFE CAN MAKE THE PAIN EVEN BIGGER, KNOWING YOU WON’T GET TO HAVE THEM AROUND…
BUT IT’S NOT A HEALTHY THING TO HANG ON TO. INSTEAD, USE YOUR LOVE AS STRENGTH AND TREASURE IT AS WHAT IT IS… AND NOT WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN. IT’S HARD, AND IT IS NORMAL TO THINK OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN IF THEY WERE AROUND, BUT IT WILL ONLY MAKE THIS HARDER FOR YOU. YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT HE LOVED YOU, AND KNOW HE WOULD HAVE LOVED TO MEET YOU TOO. KEEP HIS LOVE, HIS CARE, AND HIS KINDNESS WITHIN YOU, AND KEEP GOING STRONG. FOCUS ON THE GOOD INFLUENCES HE LEFT FOR YOU, AND HOLD ON TO THEM.
WHAT I MEAN IS, IF HE WAS HOW YOU SAID HE WAS, I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT HE LOVED AND CARED FOR YOU DEEPLY. PEOPLE LIKE HIM ARE PEOPLE WHO LOVE, AND WHO GIVE ALL THEIR LOVED TO THOSE CLOSEST TO HIM… AND I KNOW YOU WHERE ONE OF THEM WHILE HE WAITED FOR YOUR BIRTH.
PERHAPS THE REASON YOU CARE THIS MUCH MAY BE BECAUSE HIS LOVE FOR YOU, HIS EXCITEMENT THAT YOU WERE GOING TO BE PART OF HIS LIFE… IT LINGERED. IT STAYED WITH YOU, AND YOUR FAMILY, AND I’M SURE HE IS WATCHING OVER YOU, WHEREVER HE IS NOW.
HIS LOVE FOR YOU STAYED, EVEN IF HE DIDN’T GET TO MEET YOU. HIS MEMORY IS A VALUABLE THING, A TREASURE THAT YOU HAVE THE FORTUNE OF KNOWING ABOUT.
THE PAIN OF NEVER MEETING SOMEONE WHO WAS THIS WAY IS A VERY REASONABLE THING TO FEEL. EVEN IF IT’S NOT COMMON, YOU’RE JUSTIFIED COMPLETELY ON THIS FEELING…
BUT ALL ONE CAN DO IS MAKE SURE WE REMEMBER THIS. THEIR LOVE, THEIR KINDNESS, THEIR CARE…  THEY ARE SIGNS THAT YOU ARE LOVED, THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE THEM WATCHING OVER YOU, THAT YOU’RE NEVER ALONE.  THEIR LOVE WILL PROTECT YOU, AND WILL MAKE YOU STRONGER. THAT YOU HAVE SOMEONE WATCHING OVER YOU…
FORGIVE ME IF I RAMBLED, OR IF I DID NOT  MAKE MUCH SENSE… BUT JUST KNOW THAT YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO FEEL THAT WAY, BUT THAT YOU HAVE TO KEEP GOING. TREASURE WHO HE WAS TO YOU, BUT DO NOT LINGER ON THOUGHTS OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN. FOCUS ON WHO HE WAS, THE LOVE HE HAD FOR YOU, AND TREASURE IT. KEEP ON LIVING, AND BECOME SOMEONE HE WOULD HAVE BEEN PROUD OF. NOT WITH SUPERFICIAL THINGS, BUT WITH YOUR ACTIONS AND YOUR BEING. BECOME THE BEST YOU CAN BE, AND PASS ON THAT LOVE AND KINDNESS. JUST KNOW… THAT YOU’RE VERY LOVED, AND THAT HE WILL ALWAYS BE A FORCE YOU CAN LOOK BACK TO FOR STRENGTH.
AND REMEMBER… IF YOU EVER FEEL DOWN, OR NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO… I’LL BE HERE, ALRIGHT? YOU CAN ALWAYS COME TO ME. I WILL ALWAYS TRY MY BEST TO HELP YOU IN ANY WAY I MAY.

I Won't Say I'm In-

A/N: Alright! Hi there guys! So this is my first Karmy fic, and I got inspired by an anon’s ask to this blog (fakingitfanfiction) that had Karma singin’ the first few lines of “I Won’t Say I’m In Love” from Hercules. It’s set after episode 1x07! It’s also on fanfiction.net if you wanna look for it there!

I think this’ll be a two/three shot, with the last few chapters up after the season finale to have at least a little basis to write on! Now please, don’t be upset by any Kiam stuff  because as much as I loathe admitting it, it happened, and it’s kinda important to the plot now. Please enjoy! c:

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering what do you think about Sony Pictures intentionally exploiting feminism to promote the new Ghostbusters. Ignoring or outright removing any criticism towards the movie except for those few misogynistic voices, shaping the public opinion to make it seem like sexism is the only reason to criticize this movie. Are we supposed to fall for this and support this corporate product only because it stars women? I'm a feminist and I don't feel good about this whole thing.

Well you can’t really consume media that isn’t packaged and fed to you a certain way in order to make money. There isn’t such a thing. GOT is despicable and disgusting because they’ve learned that people buy shock value and the more blood they show, the more money HBO makes. Wes Anderson’s movies are cute and quirky and keep using the same famous actors, because that formula works for a certain audience and it will sell tickets. Everything is filtered through capitalism. Sure, maybe you can watch a small indie film that someone made for the pure love of the art, but even they had a target audience in mind when they made it. And, if Ghostbusters was that kind of movie and it genuinely celebrated feminism, it still wouldn’t be available to a wider audience. Kids don’t go see indie films. I probably never would have known about it.

Ghostbusters is a movie targeted primarily at me. I don’t get a lot of movies in a year for me, because capitalism and Sony Pictures knows that I, and the other millennial women in their twenties, are cynics without a lot of money. The bigger audiences are 14 year old boys (see: Marvel) and older married couples. So when capitalism decides to take it’s aim at me, and give me a movie that features four extremely talented female comedians, that ignores, pokes fun or sidelines male characters, that has the potential to really matter in some young girl’s life where she can can go grow up playing Ghostbusters - then I’LL TAKE IT. I will take that shit and I will run with it because even if Sony Pictures is a money grab and their interest is feminism is fake, the potential effect of the movie is very, very real.

Look at it this way. Mulan came out in 1998, when I was 7 years old, and it changed my life. I remember so vividly buying the VHS and watching the I’ll Make a Man out of you scene over and over and over again, watching Mulan make it to the top of that pole to throw down the arrow at Shang’s feet. My memory is pretty shit, but that I remember like it was yesterday. At the box office, Mulan made Disney about 300 million dollars, and that doesn’t account for all of the merchandise that they are still selling to this day. Disney has consistently used my emotional attachment to Mulan, and other characters, to sell me merchandise, DVDs, lunch boxes, Disney park tickets, tickets to other movies, etc, so I guess you could say that, when I buy a Mulan T-Shirt, I’m letting the corporate product win. But does that make my love for Mulan any less real? Didn’t that scene still shape who I am today? That might be fucked, but it’s true - I needed someone to look up to and Disney, even for money grab reasons, was able to give me that.

So Sony made money on Ghostbusters. So they don’t want us to notice the problems with the film (although! if you ask me! ghostbusters is supposed to be silly and not make that much sense so who the fuck cares) and to make this a ‘woman thing.’ But isn’t it kind of special that we are a strong enough market now that we can have a woman thing at all? Just ten years ago, it wouldn’t have been marketably viable to make a movie like Ghostbusters 2016 and yet here we are. We’re worth targeting. We get media made for us now. And, more then that, there are little girls in the world who want to grow up to be Jillian Holtzmann, who are checking out engineering books from the library and buying yellow tinted glasses and spending their afternoons hunting ghosts, and that, my friend, is pure and beautiful. 

My feelings - The X-files

As the season-finale of The X-files is only getting closer & closer I’m slowly sinking into the nostalgic road of emotions. One year ago we didn’t even know that there will be a new season, and now I can’t even imagine how to go on, without it airing every Monday evening.

I’m a fan of this show since I was 7 years old. I still remember when I accidentally watched Darkness Falls on TV in 1994; and instead of freaking out - as one should at the age of 7 - I became obsessed. I kept watching the show week by week, recording it on VHS and wondering on the miracles that it delivered in every episode. It was a completely different world that I could not imagine existed before, and it was through the eyes of two, adorable, dork FBI agents who I instantly fell in love with.

Then came the Internet. I found some cool chat-rooms, some interesting websites & fanfictions. I’m not from America so I’ve never been really part of the fandom back in the good old days, but I did read a lot of fanfics, articles, forums and anything really, that I could find. My English was not that good to really contribute with anything but I was a huge fan of this world. And yes, I also discovered the „Institute of sex” via the lot of fanfictions I’ve read way before I should have read them :)

In 2002 it all ended. I remember crying when the credits came up after The Truth and just not knowing how to move on from here. I don’t remember how and when I managed to let it go and „step up a level” but I did do that somehow. For couple of years The X-files was „just something” I used to be obsessed with.

I was minding my own business living my life like a sane adult person, having some mild, absolutely controllable hobbies. All of this until I heard about The X-files revival. Suddenly it all came back to me like we never ever broke up.

I couldn’t find anyone who would understand me and so I started to use my already existing blog to find people like me. And I succeeded.

First time in my life I belong to this fandom, I have tons of fun on-line and I still can’t believe how many talented, kind and amazing person this fandom has. And I thank you to you all. Thank you for teaching me how to behave here, what are the rules one should always live by when using Twitter, Tumblr and any other social media platforms. Thank you for making these last couple months absolutely amazing. @thetvmouse @contradiction-to-nature @dashakay @icedteainthebag @beyondtherealmofscience7 @avocadoave @perplexistan@humancredentials @myassbrokethefall @scienceandmysticism@campaignofmisinformation @xfiles-behind-the-scenes@gladlybeyondanyxperience & everyone else who I adore but I haven’t tag here ‘cause I’m too emotional and my brain is not fully functioning :( Please forgive me.

And of course hopefully you never read this, but thank you very much Gillian Anderson & David Duchovny for bringing back Dana Scully & Fox Mulder & The X-files in our life. We are still here for MSR, we are still interested in your stories and we will keep watching if you give us Season 11.

Thank you for shaping our lives for more than 2 decades now. You really do make a difference and touch people’s lives. Especially you, Gillian Anderson. It’s an honour to say that you are my Idol, you are my Hero and without you I wouldn’t be there where I am right now. You gave me lot of strength and taught me to respect myself. I will never forget that.

Thanks everyone really, I love you all!!! Can’t wait to lose our shit together in couple of hours.

Ps: Sorry English is not my first language

jazzthecat00  asked:

Only if you're interested in doing so, could you tell me WHY I might like Star Wars Rebels? I watched a bit, but it just seemed like a lot of action,,which I'm not super interested in. Is it worth watching for the characters as well (relationships, growth, that sort of thing)? Again, only if you want to talk about it, it's not your job to educate me. : ). Thanks either way...

I should probably start by saying that I have been a Star Wars fan for almost my entire life. Episode 4 came out when I was 5, so I grew up with it. I collected action figures and comic books. I dressed up my Barbies as Star Wars characters. My bike was an X-wing fighter, and so on. And this was in the days before VHS tapes even existed, right? I couldn’t even watch it whenever I wanted to, which seems unimaginable now!

Even then, my play focused on the relationships between the characters. My action figures and Barbies acted out the fanfics in my head, and there was almost always a romantic plot involved. I started writing my stories down when I was 11, in little notebooks in pencil. It was all shippy and character-driven stuff. Hell, I shipped Luke/Leia even after I found out they were twins. Looking back, it’s clear now that I saw what I wanted to see in Star Wars. Where others saw lightsaber duels and space battles, I saw human beings, characters I grew to care deeply about.

When I was in college, the Expanded Universe books started coming out, and I devoured them, but they weren’t quite what I wanted. I wanted stories that focused on my beloved characters, stories that explored their development as people and their relationships with each other. And to be honest, I didn’t get much of that in the canon. For example, I shipped Luke/Mara, hard. And when the professionally written fanfic didn’t give me what I wanted, I started writing my own, as I’d done after Return of the Jedi all those years before.

By the time the prequels came out, I had internet access and discovered online fanfic, and OH MY GOD. There were thousands of people who felt the way I did about Star Wars, who also found the stories written by and for the fanboys not completely satisfying. Who wanted to see these characters actually deal with the cruelty and magic of the universe they live in, to have deep friendships, to fall in and out of love, and yes, to fuck each other.

You know that graphic of an iceberg that labels the little part sticking up out of the water as “the show” and the giant block of ice under the water as “the fandom”? That’s true about every fandom, but it’s really, really true about the Star Wars fandom. You can, as those of us who create fanworks so often do, start with the canon and go so much deeper. You can pull out a great deal of emotional subtext. You can create ships out of whole cloth. You can do anything.

So now, back to Rebels. This is a time period that I have always been curious about, for one thing—those 20 mysterious years between the fall of the Republic and Episode 4. This show is finally going there. And it’s doing it with characters that, for me, have so much potential for emotional intensity.

Kanan Jarrus was a 14-year-old Jedi padawan when Order 66 happened. His master sacrificed herself to give him a chance to escape, and he ran, with nothing. He had nothing, only a lifetime of living a cloistered, structured life in the Jedi Order, and he suddenly had to fend for himself in a hostile universe. He did anything and everything to survive, and oh god, after spending so much time reading and writing Qui/Obi fic that explored the lives of Old Republic Jedi, that just devastates me. He now has to survive in a world where being a Jedi is a death sentence.And then he meets Hera, a well-trained and resourceful Twi’lek who has, for reasons we haven’t yet learned, dedicated her life to fighting the Empire and starting a rebellion. And the other characters have their own tragic pasts: Zeb, whose entire species was wiped out by the Empire; Sabine, a super-smart teenage munitions expert whose family was also killed by the Empire; and Ezra, a Force-sensitive 14-year-old orphan who becomes Kanan’s padawan.

All of the characters are so fucking damaged and angry and determined, and are doing their best to fight an unimaginably powerful galaxy-wide power, just because they have nothing left to lose. They find family in each other, and comfort, and love and belonging, in a universe where that is increasingly rare.

Okay, give me a moment: I’m tearing up here.

And speaking of tearing up, there have been so many moments in the series so far where I’ve had tears rolling down my face.  Like the moment when Ezra accepts Kanan’s offer to learn the Force (echoes of Luke coming back to Obi-Wan – “I want to learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my father”).

Or the moment when Bail Organa kneels in front of R2 in the corridor of his ship, in the exact same position Leia would record a message for Obi-Wan five years later.

Or the moment when Kanan comes to terms with the fact that he is going to have to teach Ezra to be a Jedi, even though he never completed his own training and has no idea what it means to be a Jedi in this new universe.

Or just knowing that Kanan loves Hera so much that he will follow her to the ends of the galaxy, even though she’s made it clear that her passion is to fight the Empire and that there isn’t room for anything else.

I don’t know what else I might be able to say to convince a Star Wars fan that they should watch this show. I just know that, for me, this show has so much potential to wreck me and make me feel and laugh and love and cry. It already has. And hell, a lot of that is in my head, coming from all the other headcanon I have from decades of loving Star Wars. It’s building on feels that I have been feeling for a long time. It’s connecting to the Star Wars that I’ve experienced, and I know that may be totally different for others. I don’t quite know how to explain it, and I wish I did. When you love something this hard, you want to share it, you know?

One more thing I’ll add is that there is a prequel novel to Rebels called A New Dawn that does a fantastic job of introducing Kanan and Hera.

It also gives a stark picture of what the first rebels were really up against. I can’t wait to see how we’re going to get from these humble beginnings to the full-blown rebel alliance we see in Episodes 4-6.

And in the meantime, I’m going to write some fic of my own. :-)

Here is the place where I love you

Author: @xerxia31

Rating: T

(so I know it’s late, but this just wouldn’t leave my head and I figured what the heck, I’ll submit it anyway)


The cottage isn't anything like I was expecting, tucked into a copse of trees, the roof nearly obscured by moss. From the outside it’s little more than a scar on the pristine lakefront, a shack unworthy of note.

The inside, though, is all Effie; shelves of porcelain teacups and starched white doilies, shades of pink everywhere.  But it’s snug and bright and well appointed, with indoor plumbing and modern appliances.

I didn’t even know this place existed until a month ago, at the reading of the will. Eccentric aunt Effie had no children of her own, and while I wouldn’t have put it past her to leave her worldly possessions to Buttercup, her crotchety old cat, I wasn’t too surprised to get a call from the executor.

She left my sister, Prim, her New York apartment, packed with a lifetime’s worth of antique furniture and tchotchkes. To our cousin Johanna she bequeathed her Miami condo. But to me she left a derelict cabin, deep in the North Carolina woods.

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"I'm the Doctor."

The Doctor started using the name as a form of anonymity, so he could slip in and out of history without leaving a trace, so the authorities couldn’t track him and records wouldn’t remember him.

“The Doctor? Who? Who is he really? We know nothing about him!” Ian made a big deal about that at the beginning, and it was a common refrain among those the Doctor visited (back when stories were longer and scripts didn’t have to save time by handwaving “Why do the locals trust him?” with magic paper.)

But he avoided talking about himself. “I’m a citizen of the universe and a gentleman to boot” was the closest we had for a long time, and that was in a Christmas special. The Third Doctor only had his “When I was a little boy” anecdote about learning to appreciate the world around him. Four came closest to making a big deal about himself with “I’m a Time Lord… I walk in eternity,” while Sarah made faces in the background, teasing him for a brief bout of pomposity. And Five said, “Don’t mention it. Really, don’t mention we were ever here.” He always had that self-deprecating, “I’m the Doctor…how do you do?”

Here’s where my memory gets fuzzy, because high school and my first year of college began to distract me from re-watching the episodes I’d recorded off TV, first on audiocassette and later on VHS, over and over. (Also, sadly, it took me years to get over that Peri-strangling scene, and I don’t think I ever rewatched Colin’s after their first broadcast.) Did the Doctor start making a big deal about “I’m the Doctor!” as Six, or was that only Seven? And how much of that is EU?

There was an oddness in the final season or so – I didn’t know about the Cartmel Masterplan – where the Doctor was starting to act like he was Somebody Special, that “THE Doctor” was a badge of pride and self-identity, whereas before “the Doctor” was a mask, a cover, a John Smith alias to allow him to be a free agent slipping in and out unnoticed.

Because I still find it strange in new Who when he says, “I’m the Doctor; I do X and Y!” I mean, I don’t stand around on the streetcorner saying, “I’m so-and-so, and these are my characteristics!”

More fundamentally: while there was an air of mystery in the old show about the Doctor, primarily Doctor Who was NOT about him. It was more, “Doctor? Doctor who?” In a dismissive sense. The focus of the show was far more about his adventures, the worlds and people he encountered, and what happened there than it was about him or his companions. HIS focus was on being a space tourist, a cosmic hobo, a citizen of the universe, a dropout who wasn’t all that impressive compared to others of his people, and the worst calamity that ever befell him was being stranded for two whole seasons on Earth.

I’m wondering when the shift happened. When “the Doctor” went from being a way of deflecting questions about who he was to a proud self-identity which he and those around him defined on a regular basis, aloud, in declarative statements.

I feel like there was a touch of that with Seven, when Cartmell started to redefine the character as someone special, but still, it wasn’t a big part of the show.

Nowadays, “Who is the Doctor?” seems to me to be a central question to some stories, and even when it isn’t, he and his companions seem preoccupied with it. I feel like that’s the biggest shift between classic and new Who.

And yes, I know I’ve nattered about this before, but I just saw several “I’m the Doctor…I am X and Y” photosets from new Who cross my dash along with several classic Who photosets making pithy comments about predicaments and plans: character vs. plot, to boil them down to essentials.