taako is bard confirmed justifications: huge asshole, really hot, whenever people see him they get really horny and want to give him all their money
actually so I have a headcanon that taako and lup’s aunt was a bard/rogue multiclass and she taught lup a bunch of rogue stuff and taako a bunch of bard stuff. so yeah, taako is like part bard on his aunt’s side.
i was going to write like, a full and extensive review about why warrior cats is failing as a series and trying to like, actually give REASON as to why this series is just going nowhere but i got to page 44 in my google docs and was like “…holy fuck.”
And maybe I was never in love with you. I just craved the feeling. I wanted to be in love so badly. And more importantly I wanted someone who is in love with me too. I wanted someone who will be there for me when everybody else left. Someone who will make me always laugh and when he makes me cry once he will stay after our fight. He will stay. He will be there. For me.
I wanted someone like that.
But now I realized that I don’t need you for that. I have friends. I have people who care about me even when we don’t have a relationship. I don’t need you. I don’t need to be in love.
the sun is the only outlet who got an exclusive interview with anne at the parkinson’s event.
it doesn’t matter who did the actual interview. it’s still a sun reporter talking to anne directly about solo harry and the chances of a one direction reunion.
the signs are all right there that harry’s team and the sun continue to have a working relationship and i don’t understand why it’s so hard for people to admit that.
dan got two exclusives prior to sott’s release. he didn’t break any ndas. he was given an exclusive picture from the sott music video shoot that no other outlet got.
the sun is still being given prioritized access to harry stylesTM. you don’t have to like it (i don’t) but pretending like it’s not happening or reaching to find a million explanations to excuse what’s happening doesn’t help anything either.
better to accept the truth (even if it’s shitty) than to lie to yourself in order to maintain the ideal scenario you’ve built up in your head that’s not actually happening in reality.
I should’ve trusted my own judgement on you, I’ve never been one to take myself into account for this kind of problem, you were the worst mistake I could’ve made. I loved you so generously, so vividly, so utterly truly that I’m forever broken. You’ll hold my heart in your crimson colored palms until it stops beating for you, maybe one day it’ll beat for another.
More tidbits pls? Gonna put your blog on notify. :D
haha sure! i mean, i’m just recalling snippets of things she said while she was sketching but
coach’s first name is richard and that is indeed why bitty’s middle name is richard
jack is loosely based off of sidney crosby in that ngozi wanted to see what it would be like if she ruined his life (sort of, see previous post)
bad bob is supposed to be wayne gretzky, basically
pretty much everyone on the team comes from some sort of privilege because let’s face it hockey is an expensive sport. even the bittles are distinctly not-poor because coach is a football coach in the south and that is a thing
ransom’s parents are super educated; i think at least his mother is a scientist
lardo is a first generation american; chowder is not. his parents met at samwell
shitty’s parents met at andover and immediately fell in love; shitty’s childhood was a push-pull of her, very liberal, wanting to make sure he grew up aware of his privilege and him, rich legacy, wanting shitty to uphold that legacy
zimmermann is spelled with two ‘n’s to make him distinct from george zimmerman
bitty was originally supposed to be a prep school kid from connecticut (laughing so hard because i am in fact from connecticut)
bitty grew less intense and jack grew more intense during the conception phase
there was a fascinating discussion about jack and kent’s names and nicknames: they each sort of have three tiers from casual to intimate (zimmermann - jack - zimms and kent - parse - kenny, i believe). when they usually talk they are in the middle at jack & parse. when they are pissed at each other it’s zimmermann & kent. when they are having more intimate conversation it’s zimms & kenny
from last livestream: bitty would be something like a jigglypuff if he were a pokemon. if he were a trainer he would totally have like a level 70 charmander he wouldn’t make evolve. jack would have something like a growlithe and also a gyarados and would probably legitimately think gyarados was cute. he’d think it was weird bitty didn’t have a charizard by now and his team would be mostly intimidating pokemon. (i may or may not have spent like 3 solid hours trying to make jack and bitty’s perfect teams from the original 150 because who has time for anything else now really)
parse is a slytherin
jack is not that good at photography and probably knows it, but he doesn’t care
bad bob’s friends actually call him ‘bobby’
holster and ransom have a fuck-ton of sisters between them lol
jack has a hard time letting anyone in and that includes shitty (i.e. there are things about him even shitty does not know)
but probably the best and most important piece of information is that, in the spirit of stanford’s tree, samwell’s mascot is a fucking dancing well. like the kind you draw water from. idk how canon ngozi actually intended that to be, but the sketch she drew was PRICELESS (and she said it’d go up somewhere)
i want to tell you you’ve always been beautiful but you’d think it’s a lie and i’m you so a part of me thinks it’s a lie too.
i want to tell you you’re strong, and at least this i can half believe, spin a spider’s web, echoes in the silk of a girl who laid down the knife.
i want to tell you that you’re still young, there’s still time. that the sun always rises and even when it has to set the stars will be waiting-
-but i know you better than you know me and better than anyone i know there is little i could tell you that we’d both believe.
so i won’t tell you you’re young- you’d scoff and roll your eyes, assume i’m just another grown up who thinks they know better. i won’t tell you you’re strong because i know that our strength grew and the you that is you and not yet me might only carry the seed, still just kindling to be coaxed. i won’t tell you you’re beautiful but i hope ten years down the line there’s another us who knows better. maybe she’ll write us both a letter.
instead, i’ll tell you i love you because even if you don’t believe it it’s still true and i know you need to hear it because i do too. i love you.