and i’m not just saying this b/c of the stupid interview, or the threats against jimin, even though those two things alone make me upset.
but it’s also the sense of entitlement from some fans that shouldn’t even be a thing. while i enjoyed seeing bts in newark, the crowd was weak esp when it came to certain members’ stages. the amount of fans that didn’t know the lyrics to their title songs was embarrassing. the lackluster cheering before they came out for the encore was disappointing.
we want bts to come here and perform for us. we want them to learn more english. we want them to interact with us more. they work insanely hard to meet our requests so we need to do better and show them that we appreciate them.
we need to stop making excuses and give bts more. they deserve more.
It’s so bizarre to try and explain your love for a celebrity and why something horrendous happening to them (like losing a parent) affects you so much. But like, this person, without question /is part of my life/. They’re in my car with me when I drive to work, they’re in my living room when I’m watching an interview. A piece of them that they spent time and effort to create is with me, it’s making me react, it’s making me feel things. When they talk about the song I drive to work to, I relate to it, I understand it, it connects me to them. When they joke in an interview it makes me laugh, when they tweet about about a feeling I /get/ it.
This love you might have for a celebrity, it’s hard to describe. It’s not the kind of love you’ll have for your family, it’s not the kind of love you’ll have for your best friend. It’s not the kind of love someone in /their/ family or friend circle will feel for them. It’s very different, but it’s still love. It’s there, I can feel it, I know what it is. Love is abstract, you can’t stick a thermometer in my heart and go “nope it’s not love”. It just is.
In a way, all these little pieces that they’re sharing with the world become part of your life, they’re things you know and feel familiarity towards. Sometimes, when you’re having a bad day this person, without even knowing, might be the only reason you smile. When you’re so anxious the thought of just seeing another person makes your throat close up, they might be the reason you laugh. It’s bizarre because they aren’t consciously aware of it, they don’t know how these things they share are affecting other people.
So it’s like, Louis, I don’t know you, we’ve never spoken, you wouldn’t recognize me in the street. There’s a whole, huge part of your life I don’t have a clue about, But you’ve been apart of my life for 4 years, you’ve been with me through moments I didn’t want anyone else around. There’s a warmth in my chest because of songs you’ve created and words you’ve said, things you’ve done and faces you’ve made. There’s familiarity, there’s happiness, there’s laughter and /emotion/ in my life because of you.
And because of the way you’re a part of my life, in a rather unconventional way, you’re a friend. There’s a relationship that can’t be explained because you have to experience it to understand it, but it’s there, it’s real. And in the same way you make me happy when you laugh or when you sing, I feel sad when you’re sad, my heart aches when you’re hurting. And part of that might just be a symptom of humanity, a reaction we all might have when we hear bad news.
Most of it though, most of it is that because of the person you are, the way you’ve chosen to be, I felt something that drew me to you. That feeling has expanded beyond just a love of what you create, but it’s grown into a love for who you are as a person. most people can’t grasp that, and it’s very challenging to articulate, but it’s there. And so, I want the world for you, I wish I could lessen your pain because without even knowing, you’ve done it for me.
I feel like magnus and alec encourage each other when one of them is being difficult or just a pain in the ass for other people. like I can imagine them sitting in a meeting and a clave member tries talking to magnus but is being extremely rude so magnus is like “alexander, did you hear something?” and alec barely hides his smirk and is just like “no babe, maybe it’s something from outside” “hmm maybe, it was certainly not the sound of a clave member being rude to the high warlock of brooklyn” “it couldn’t be, they wouldn’t dare. not after everything you do for them” and all the clave members are sitting there shook and unsure what to do or how to get magnus to cooperate with them.
or there’s times when jace is being super annoying and magnus and alec have just had enough and are like “darling would you mind if I turned your dear brother into a frog?” “no not at all, in fact make him a mouse. it’ll be funny to watch him run from the cats” “ooo I know, I’ll turn him into a stand for your weapons, you know how much I hate when you leave them lying around” “nah, jace would enjoy that too much. he’s always had a hard on for weapons” and jace is just like “tf alec, you’d really do that to your brother?” and alec just shrugs and smiles which cause jace to smile too.
the worst is when the whole squad goes out and both magnus and alec end up drunk and alec becomes outraged when clary says she’s the gayest one there like “how dare you? I am the gayest. magnus tell her” and magnus is like “I can confirm he is so gay. the best gay” “aw magnus, you’re the best bi” and they both go on about how “iconic” they are and everyone else is just like “chill, it was a joke” but they’re both too drunk and too wound up to care until they notice there’s a karaoke night going on and magnus turns to alec with wide eyes and alec’s just like “do it” and everyone’s like please no because they’ve heard magnus sing “don’t stop me now” by queen everytime he’s drunk but it’s too late, magnus is up there and alec’s drunkenly telling everyone “that’s my boyfriend” while cheering an equally drunk magnus on.
So, I’m a kazakh girl and I want to say a few words about YOI and Otabek Altin
I’ve seen so many russian characters in a foreign movies, TV shows, some anime series since childhood. And I ALWAYS rooted for them because in Kazakhstan you have a lot of russian channels on TV, you know russian musians, you buy russian books…So you really just feel that you are somehow connected with them and you can identify yourself with these characters.
Our life in some countries of past USSR one way or another linked to Russia. Even though there are a few people who don’t know about our nations or sometimes can be mean to us (NOT all of them, of course, but I studied in Saint Petersburg, so I had my cases). Even though USSR no longer exists, Russia is still a huge, HUGE part of our lives.
But now I see a kazakh character in a freaking anime and he is cool and nice and he wants to be friends with this amazing Russian skater (who wants that too!) and I’m just…I’m so glad, guys.
I can finally say “representation matters” and can finally feel the whole power of this sentence.
Tumblr: here’s some cute fanart and gifsets from logan… what a great movie! one of my favorites! :)
Me: I feel like I just had my soul willingly burned and I’ve never felt such wild emotions ever from a superhero movie but I’ll still take this cute doodle of Laura riding on Logan’s shoulders, thank you please help
You know what I’ve just noticed? You know what breaks my heart?
In this scene, when Lexa tells Clarke “Ai gonplei ste odon”, and Clarke responds by “No, I won’t accept that”, you can see Lexa slightly smiling.
You’re driven to fix everything for everyone.
Even in her last moments, Lexa lovingly smiles, and stares at Clarke. She’s staring at the girl who always makes the best decision for her people, the girl who never backs away from a possibility to make peace with her ennemies, the girl who always wants to save as many people as she can.
With her last bits of strength, she smiles and stares lovingly at Clarke.
What she finds is partly comfort, because she knows the girl she loves will always be herself. She will always seek the best in life. Even in the worst situations.
But as we can see, Lexa has tears in her eyes. She unsuccessfully closes her eyes to hold back her tears, but knows some are still escaping.
Now, do you believe Lexa, Commander of thirteen clans, a long time trained fighter and leader, who is used to suffering in silence, both physically and mentally, who willingly grabbed a sword with her bare hands, freshly and quickly slicing them in the way, would cry?
Yes, taking a bullet freaking hurts, but Lexa wouldn’t cry at the physical pain.
Lexa is crying, because as much as she finds comfort in seeing that Clarke is, and will always be, herself in any kind of situation, she knows who she’s leaving behind. She knows that she’s once again abandoning Clarke, and that, once again, Clarke will be hurt because of her. Only this time, Lexa wasn’t the one to make that choice.
This time, they’re not in the cold, dark woods near Mount Weather. They’re in Polis, the place that made Clarke fall for Lexa once again, a place reflecting hope, and life. They’re in Lexa’s home, a place where they exchanged rough, and yet sweet conversations, where Clarke found peace while drawing Lexa in her sleep, where she found Lexa’s fears and hopes for the future; but mostly, where they found each other, going desperately and hungrily after each other’s lips barely a few hours ago.
Lexa was never afraid of dying, but this time, she wishes she could just breathe a little longer, just to lay by Clarke’s side in their bed.
And this time, as Clarke kisses her goodbye, Lexa falls asleep for good, only wishing she could hold those lips against her own forever.