and-we-know-for-sure

It’s not fair.

So happy beginnig to the Swan Mills family begins with question what’s wrong with Emma?   with their family fallen apart.

Regina doesn’t understand how Emma agreed to let Henry go to another book and after that losts in her thoughts.

That’s how.

a few days earlier:

Emma understands that Henry  wants to leave (or more accurate - Hook told her that)   and wants to talk with him but Hook (that’s our “how”) stops her.

Actually, Hook needs “more” from Emma:

Hook: This isn’t an ending, Emma. There’s more to come.
Emma: But we don’t know for sure. What if I don’t get a second chance?
 

So, it’s absolutely normal that Henry wants to find his story. It’s normal if he wants to leave his mothers for it. But why is he so upset? Why he sudenly thinks that he isn’t good enough? For whom he isn’t good enough in this story?

Yep, that’s the question.

some time later.

Adult Henry is in trouble and calls  Emma, Regina and Captain Hook for help.

Emma haven’t appeared, and when Henry asks why, Hook lies to him and after that it’s very interesting dialog between Hook and Regina:

Regina: What the hell was that? Why did you just lie to Henry?
Hook: Because that’s what Emma wanted. If he knew what really happened, he’d drop everything and come back. She wants to let him get on with his life.
Regina: Well, I think she’s wrong.
Hook: Well, that’s not your decision. We have to respect Emma’s wishes.

We already know that Emma wanted talk to Henry and didn’t want him to go at the first place.

But maybe she changed her mind and really don’t want to bother Henry now? Nope. Killian wanted it.

And then she openly and in the same time nervously - as it’s not really her thoughts -  tells Henry that she wants fresh start with Hook.

Emma: I mean, neither of us have donethe diapers-and-the-feedings thing. It’s what I missed with you. It just… it took a long time to find each other and find ourselves, and… Now, we both made mistakes,and we both can learn from them, and we both can do something good from the start.

I think you’re remember how the same words about Emma was Snow’s DARKEST secret, and she told them to Emma only under death pressure?

And how Emma wasn’t good enough for Snow until she started to turn into Princess Emma from Snow White’s fairy tale?

Yep, that’s the answer.

After Henry are assured by Emma that she already has a new family, “almost”, Hook take Emma back to the Snow White’s book.

and you know what’s not fair? "Not fair" is being separated from your kid.

Not my words, canon words from the episode.

And if you think that Hook try to separate Emma Swan and her family for some good reasons - for Henry sake or because he cares about Emma - you are wrong.

As usual the reason is himself.

We were introduced to the good part of Killian Jones who  was lost somwhere all this time. He tells us why Hook so fixated on Emma: 

Good Hook: You see, our stories were the same, up to a point. But in my realm, Regina’s curse was never cast, and that’s when our tales parted ways, and that’s…when you found love and happiness. But I found…misery and heartbreak.

Evil Queen casted the curse and the Saviour - Emma Swan - was born. Hook 30 years stayed young then met grown up Emma and fell into the Snow White’s happy ending as Princess Emma’s Prince. And he is who he is - the Pirate without real redemption, liar and alcoholic as long as Emma Swan is with him. As long he plays with loaded dice the Pirate wins.

to this day, i still wonder how exactly the production for the 2012 lorax really went down. there’s not much record about it, at least that i could find, but honestly, looking at the earlier concepts, you can see that it was originally intended to be pretty different than what ended up on screen.

which by itself it’s pretty normal, of course. movies often change greatly from their original concept during production, sometimes retaining only the most basic set-up of what once was, but what i truly mean is that we know for sure that the lorax was, at one point, a movie that seriously considered including a rock opera villain ballad such as this

yet somehow the song intended for this exact same sequence ended up being. well. this 

and i just want to know what was lost in the transition there because in my opinion, there is no way that the cutesy and sickeningly cheery lorax that we know could have even intended to include a song like the first one in it. this belongs to a very different movie.

SKAM 2015-2017

Season One
Eva’s season taught us about individual identity. It taught us that it is important to love ourselves first and to surround ourselves with people who remind us of who we are.

“I have to find out what my opinion is. And I have to do it on my own.”

Season Two
Noora’s season taught us about feminism, sexual assault and eating disorders. It showed us the importance of friends and female solidarity.

“Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.”

Season Three
Isak’s season taught us about sexual identity, mental illness and prejudice. It showed us the importance of friends, communication and self-acceptance.

“Whether you believe in Allah or Jesus or evolution or parallel universes, there’s only one thing we know for sure. That life is now.”

Season Four
Sana’s season taught us about religion, prejudice, cultural identity and belonging. It showed us the importance of friendship, kindness, love and tolerance.

“Because even though it sometimes feels like it, no one’s ever alone. … Fear spreads, but fortunately, love does too.”

Yoonbum’s Dream Analysis

This chapter seems to be about Yoonbum and his feelings somehow portrayed very abstract, just like a dream. But I also think this could be Yoonbum trapped in Sangwoo’s world. So here’s my interpretation of it:

“I DON’T WANT TO BE ALONE”

We see him step into an almost empty and scary room which I’d like to think represents Yoonbum’s life. He looks around frightened and thinks he’s lost. “Am I lost?”  He only sees one way, a corridor. It’s either that or go back, and he chooses to enter the corridor:

The way he touches the walls reminded me of the first chapter when he enters Sangwoo’s house. Parallels? Could be. Meanwhile, the phone in his pocket rings, twice. The first time, the voice tells him to go towards the ‘sound of the piano’. The second time, it tells him to go back.

This could represent Bum’s internal thoughts and struggles, deciding whether he should go back or move forward and ‘follow his heart’ (aka the sound of the piano). The fact that the phone has no buttons, could show that Bum feels he has no control over this situation and his feelings/thoughts. He can only accept them or dismiss them.

He decides to follow the sound because he’s scared of being alone. He ignores all the blood which are the warning signs. Could show how he’s been dealing with Sangwoo all this time even after knowing he’s dangerous. Just because (like Sangwoo) he also doesn’t want to be lonely.

THE DOOR

Yoonbum should NOT open this door and we as readers know that. A horrible world is behind that door. And I think it could represent two things. One, murder (could be the murder of Kim Seokho) OR Sangwoo’s world! Yoonbum holds the key and he opens the door. Once he’s inside, the door slams shut and disappears. There is no going back!

THE TICKET MAN

This person can represent 3 characters in the comic.
1. Yoonbum’s uncle: And if it’s him, it explains why he is behind bars and has no fingers! Yoonbum wants to keep him ‘away’!
2. Sangwoo’s father: If this is Sangwoo’s father, it changes the whole meaning of this chapter. This is not just Yoonbum’s dream since this is Sangwoo’s father that’s letting Bum into Sangwoo’s world.
3. Kim Seokho aka the gay bar man: This person(?) looks dead. His body is pale and inflated (how a dead body looks if it’s drowned or stays in the water for too long).
The only confirmed dead people here are Sangwoo’s father and Kim Seokho.

GUILT

These pictures change after Yoonbum remembers Jieun. Everything turns terrifying and he hears screams asking for help. The hands could belong to Kim Seokho as he was tied up. And as @yoonicidal mentioned somewhere, this could be how Yoonbum sees women before and after killing Jieun. The picture of flowers also changes to fingers as Yoonbum runs past it.

A voice asks Bum to arrange these by color as if it’s a game! It could be Sangwoo’s voice.
“Do you like it? I wanted us to be friends so I prepared a game..”

THE MOVIE

The movie is Bum’s past and life and people are laughing at him. This could be how Yoonbum feels about people. That they find his pain a joke. Nobody cares about him.

SEUNGBAE

We see a ‘mini’ version of Seungbae, trying to help Bum but he’s small because he’s insignificant to Bum. His efforts are not enough. Yoonbum has no hope and believes he’s doomed. Seungbae tries to get his attention but Bum doesn’t even lift his head up to look at him. The hand holding Seungbae could represent ‘the authority’ whoever that is. Officer Park or even his co-workers. He breaks free but eventually the hand grabs him again and takes him away.

THE CLOWN pt. 1

I think the clown represents not only Bum’s fears but also Sangwoo, as Sangwoo is a big part of it.

First I want to remind you of a line from chapter 1:

“Who is that person…? The Sangwoo I know… … is a much more considerate person…”

After that, many things happened between Sangwoo and Bum but we know one thing for sure. Despite him having feelings for Sangwoo and staying with him, he has been scared the whole time. Sangwoo makes fun of him (just like the clown laughs at him) And Yoonbum is scared Sangwoo wants to hurt him (Just like the clown does). THIS PERSON was not the Sangwoo he knew.

Yoonbum hears the sound which represents HOPE! The hope that Sangwoo has been giving him. He starts running away. He wants to run away from THIS PERSON. THIS CLOWN is not Sangwoo.

THE PICTURE

Meanwhile Bum comes across a really creepy picture. And the mole reminds me of only one person:

Sangwoo’s mother! And if she is indeed Sangwoo’s mother, it’s more likely that the ticket man is Sangwoo’s father.

THE CLOWN pt. 2

The picture could indicate how he’s losing his sanity or innocence or even how he’s getting closer to ‘his death’ as he tries to run away from the clown. (The summary of his life with Sangwoo)
Yoonbum hears Sangwoo’s voice calling him, ‘Bum… I’m here… I’m right here.’ And it made me think it’s the clown calling him especially since in one panel the clown is reaching out towards him. Yoonbum sees the recorder (it represents the false hope that Sangwoo has been giving him).

The clown is now standing there with a knife. The killer. And we see an empty frame. We know so far all the frames have been like ‘coffins’, holding dead people’s pictures. Could this one be Yoonbum’s?
The clown? He is everything that’s going to kill Yoonbum. His fears, his painful life. This clown is a nightmare. Yoonbum has completely given up, until he hears Sangwoo’s voice. “Bum…”

The background slowly changes to white. The nightmare slowly disappears,

1. Now the first possibility, the nightmare Yoonbum has been running away from, the clown, the killer, it has turned into his savior. Or was he the same person all along and Yoonbum only had to stop being scared? The killer and Sangwoo can be the same person. Sangwoo can be both his fear and his shelter.

2. The second possibility, Sangwoo caused the nightmare and the clown to vanish.

Going through everything Yoonbum did in this chapter, being humiliated and blamed, suffering, it was to finally be able to ‘SEE’ Sangwoo. This is what Sangwoo means by ‘I’ve been waiting a long time…’ until you understand me/see me/join me.

Whether the clown and Sangwoo were the same or Sangwoo caused the clown to disappear, we can agree on one thing. To Yoonbum, Sangwoo is his shelter/savior.

[All images belong to Lezhin and the author/artist, Koogi]

August 24, 2017

To the boy with the green eyes,

Remember the last time we saw each other? 
In your little blue car….
We poured our hearts out to one another. 
We cried on each other’s shoulders.
I confessed my love to you. 
You confessed your love to me. 
But you didn’t confess that this night was going to be your last.  

You stopped by to pick up your (very) late Christmas present. 
You knew how bad I had been, and asked what was wrong. 
We walked to your little blue car, put the windows down on that cold chilly moonlit night, and talked. 
I told you everything that was happening to me: 
My ex-boyfriend and his new guy. 
A friend that I thought I could trust. 
And a lover that broke my heart. 
I also told you I was in a very dark place. 
Do you remember what I said to you?
I’m too ashamed to confess what I did to myself. 
Please don’t make me say it. 
I don’t want to see you cry again. 
Your beautiful emerald looking eyes don’t deserve to have tears in them. 
They need to keep sparkling and smiling. 

After we cried together, I confessed my love to you. 
I didn’t expect you to say anything. 
I didn’t expect you to feel the same way. 
I just wanted you to listen. 
I remember looking into those dazzling green eyes, holding your hand, and telling you: 
“I know this sounds cheesy. And I know that it may not seem true. But this is the truth. I promise. I love you. I love you so much. And I want to let you know that I will always love you. No matter what. I don’t care if you’re with someone new. I don’t care if I’m with someone new. I don’t even care if I haven’t talked to you in months, or even years. I will always love you.”
You didn’t say anything. 
You just nodded as tears fell down your cheek from your watery green eyes. 

Then, I asked you what you wanted from me. 
You said:
“I honestly don’t know. I don’t know what I want. I never know what the right choice is. I never know what the right thing to do is. I always hurt you. I don’t want to keep hurting you. We had a lot of fun. And that’s all I wanted at first. And that’s what happened. I liked you. I really did. A lot. Then things changed. I wanted to hang out with you every day and be with you every day. And we did that. I wanted to be closer to you. And we did that too. Then stuff happened, and I got scared. I don’t know. I was scared to be happy. I didn’t want to be in a relationship. I wasn’t prepared at all for how I felt about you. I didn’t know how to take it to the next level. I didn’t know how to be your boyfriend.” 

These words still bring tears to my eyes.  
It’s as if we are star-crossed lovers; forever living different paths in our lives that don’t have any connection in the end, denying us of any chance of living a life together. 
But how can that be when we are existing at the same time?
You’re alive. 
I’m alive. 
And I have never felt more alive with anyone else than when I’m with you. 
Just the way you look at me with those alluring eyes is what convinces me that you are in love with me too. 
So why aren’t we together? 
Why are you with someone else? 
Why are you with her?
Is it because she can give you a family?
Is it because you want to believe she’s the one for you?
Not just you though, for your whole family. 
She’s someone they will accept. 
Nobody would accept me into your family. 
I think we both know that for sure. 

Two hundred and twenty-one days have passed since that night happened. 
I’ve gone through many stages of:
Hating you. 
Worrying about you. 
Wondering if you’re dead.
Wondering if you’re alive. 
Pretending you’re dead. 
Wishing for your presence. 
All while still loving you. 
It’s torture. 

I don’t know if I should give up. 
Or if I should keep waiting for you. 
Because a part of me feels that I will never find anybody like you. 

Nobody’s going to look at me the way you did. 
Nobody’s going to touch me the way you did. 
Nobody’s going to care about me the way you did. 
And nobody’s going to understand me the way you do.

Every time I talk to someone new, I compare them to you. 
I know that’s wrong, but it’s true and I can’t help it. 
That’s when I start to believe that they’re not good enough for me. 
Because I need to find somebody that’s so good that they make me forget about you…
I know that’s not fair and I think that’s what keeps me from letting people in. 
I put this steel cage around my heart when you left me, and you’re the only one with the key to open it. 
I just wish you would talk to me. 
I wish you would tell me to move on, but your silence speaks louder than words. 
It drives me crazy; leads me to believe that I did something wrong, but I didn’t. 
Maybe it’s your way of keeping me in the sidelines when things get bad with you and her. 
I don’t see how that’s fair, but I love you so much that I don’t care. 
I’ll take any excuse you give me to come back, so long as I get to see your face again. 

I’m sorry. 
I’m sorry for getting close to you. 
I’m sorry for burdening you with my problems. 
I’m sorry for loving you. 
I’m sorry for all of this. 
Maybe things would’ve been simpler if we just didn’t meet. 
But as people say, “Two souls don’t just meet by simple coincidence.”
I start to wonder why you came into my life. 
Or was it I that came into yours?
I wonder if you’ll ever come back to me, even as a friend. 
I miss you. 
I miss you so dearly. 
Please stay alive while I exist. 
Whether it’s a year or ten, I will wait for you. 
Because I love you, and I want to believe that we are meant to be together. 
I want to wake up every morning to those lovely green eyes of yours. 

I forgive you.
I forgive you for pretending that I don’t exist.
I forgive you for leaving me with no explanation.
I forgive you for choosing her over me.
I forgive you  for falling for me.
I get it now.
We are just simply not meant to be.
But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with that. 

You know me…
You know I always have so much to say to you.
You know I could write books about my love for you. 
But I have one more important thing to say….

Happy birthday. 

Love always and forever, 
The boy with the brown eyes 

Okay okay this story is too good, I’ve gotta tell it myself.

This? Is Grigori Rasputin.

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He was born a peasant in Imperial Russia in 1869. We really don’t know much about his early life or his parents, because no one gave a shit about peasants in Siberia in 1869.

We do know that in 1886 he met and married a fellow peasant, a girl named Praskovya Dubrovina. They settled in Pokrovskoye. They had seven children, three of whom survived to adulthood. She remained devoted to him throughout his later deeds, infamy, and death.

This is where shit starts getting wild.

Sometime in 1897, Rasputin started getting seriously into religion, and left Pokrovskoye to go on pilgrimage. Why? We don’t really know. Some people claim he had a vision. Some claim he met a scholar and was impressed by their knowledge. Anyway, he traveled to the St. Nicholas Monastery at Verkhoturyem, where he remained for months, studying with an elder by the name of Makary. It is likely he learned to read and write here.

He eventually left the monastery, complaining that life there was too ‘coercive’ and that many of the monks engaged in 'homosexual acts’, which TBH good on you, monks.

If you were wondering “So, what does one do after you leave a monastery after months of study, and have a young wife and some kids at home?”

If you answered “Denounce booze, become a vegetarian, grow some wild hair and become a wandering pilgrim, singing and praying fervently as you go” then congrats! You’re thinking like Rasputin!

Somehow, doing this attracted him a group of disciples. They got up to some pretty wild shit, and there have been rumors that they joined a sect known as the khlysty, who engaged in self flagellation and also sexual orgies.  

It should be mentioned here that he was, apparently, hung like a fucking horse and his penis, severed post mortem, is now pickled in a jar.

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Anyway, moving on.

Word of this weird holy man spread, and he gained a reputation as someone who could heal people of maladies and hysteria, possibly by having sex with every woman he could. He SOMEHOW managed to wrangle a letter of recommendation to a monastery in St. Petersburg, and upon arriving somehow impressed people so much that he was eventually introduced to Tsar Nicholas II.

It’s noted that he had great charisma and was very compelling. He also wasn’t stupid, and immediately buttered up to the royal family as much as possible.

Much of his influence over the royal family was due to the fact that he was the only one who could seem to successfully treat their son, Alexei. Alexei was hemophiliac, and suffered considerably. He was the only son, and the fate of the dynasty hung on him, and of course then he was fretted over.

Rasputin did seem to honestly be able to ease Alexei’s suffering and several times managed to save him when the court doctors had given the boy up for dead. How? We’ve got no idea. Magic, probably.

The problems here came because Rasputin’s dick was well known in St. Petersburg, and rumors began to fly that he was serving that sausage up to the Empress. She did keep him close and write uncommonly intimate and familiar letters to him, but we don’t honestly know for sure if the rumors were true.

Anyway. The late days of the Romanov dynasty were a hot mess of political, religious, and social turmoil anyway, and Rasputin was basically a match to tinder. He had too much influence, he was too strange.

The first assassination attempt came when a peasant woman attempted to stab him to death. He was injured, but recovered, and was unnerved by the attack. He began to drink again.

The assassination attempt (and attempt, and attempt, and attempt) that would go down in legend came when a group of nobles led by Prince Felix Yusupov decided at last that Rasputin had too much influence for a peasant and must be removed.

Rasputin had a sweet tooth. So, his assassins laced a tray of cakes with enough cyanide to kill an elephant, and dumped another few doses into the wine to be sure. Then they lured him to Yusupov’s home with the promise that he could have sex with Yusupov’s wife and left the cakes and wine on the table. Rasputin tucked in, eating enough poison to kill ten men.

And it didn’t do a goddamned thing.

Finally, in desperation, they shot him in the chest. Figuring that did it, they dressed one guy up in Rasputin’s hat and coat and drove him back to Rasputin’s place to make it look like Rasputin had left.

When they got back, though, Rasputin jumped up and attacked Yusupov, who fought him off. Chased by a man who should be twice dead, Yusupov fled into the courtyard. There Rasputin was shot a second time, and stopped. A third shot, and he collapsed. He was still trying to crawl, though, and they beat and kicked at him for a bit, wrapped him in a carpet and dumped him into the Nevka river.

The news of the murder got out almost immediately. When they finally fished the body out of the river and performed an autopsy, it was discovered that the cause of death had been drowning.

The poison hadn’t done it. Three bullets hadn’t done it. The beating hadn’t done it. The river finally had.

And that is why jokes about anesthetizing Rasputin by smashing him in the face are hilarious.

Dom just stay calling it like it is. This is why we all knew this season was going to be a problem with the cast was first revealed because representation and diversity matters. It helps when you’re in the house with other people who look like you and share your experiences as poc just like it’s important for us the viewers to see more people who look just like us. That’s why Da’Vonne and Zakiyah were surprised to see two chocolate drops in the same season. The same with Danielle and Neeley. This show needs to do better with diversity. Perhaps if we had better diversity this season Dom wouldn’t be going through what she’s going through right now. Perhaps. But we won’t ever know for sure if we just get a season like the one we have right now with simply one black woman in the house. They need to do better. 

Anyway, so–given that we now know for sure Lotor’s trying to reopen Daibazaal’s rift to get more quintessence, what if Shiro’s not just in the astral plane? What if Black sent him back to the other side of the gate? After all, she showed him the meteor crashing into Zarkon’s home planet and Voltron’s construction. She took him back to Daibazaal’s ruins for a reason

And the whole time Shiro was asking her to show him more. And you know what? Black never finished showing him everything, because then Zarkon interrupted. I think she was actually trying to tell Shiro about the rift and how it corrupted Zarkon, that the only way to truly end things is to close it. So yeah, if Lotor does open up that gate and finds Shiro, I wouldn’t be surprised. 

my bpd ass: i have literally no idea who i am

some fucko: but do any of us really know WHO we are? surely it is the deepest part of human nature to question existence, and wh-

me: thanks denise, but every time i look in a mirror i dissociate five inches to the left, i forget what my name is, and if you asked me what things i enjoy i would be UNABLE to tell you unless i had already made a list

We know Leia was able to remember some very strong aspects of her mother despite only seeing her for a few seconds as a newborn (which I am 100% going to attribute to Force-sensitivity). She was able to recognize that Padme was both sad and kind, and retain that memory growing up.

And I think this explains perfectly why Luke is so willing to trust the “strange old hermit” of the desert so quickly and so fully.

From the comics, we know that Owen made sure Obi-Wan kept his distance over the years, and the times Obi-Wan was around to put his neck on the line for the boy, he did it out of Luke’s sight. As far as we know, Luke never knew how much he owed old Ben Kenobi.

But if Leia was able to know that her mother was sad and kind from only one look as a newborn, then surely Luke was able to know something about Obi-Wan in the time it took the Jedi to deliver him to his family.

Surely he was able to know that old Ben was someone worth trusting.

And I wonder if, whenever he thought of what his father might have looked like, he held an image of a sad, but kind, ginger-haired man in a worn, hooded robe.

Now, I know there’s only one question on your mind: Did Sebastian Stan really grow that iconic Jeff Gillooly-level mustache for this role?

Well, get ready for the journey of a lifetime. I spoke with Stan the morning after I, Tonya premiered at TIFF, and it basically turned into a cold case file. As soon as I brought it up, Stan said quietly, “Ahh, the mustache.” He smiled. “The mustache may or may not be mine. I’ll tell you this,” he continued, and then paused, choosing his words carefully. “I had a mustache for the audition. I had a mustache for…here, I’ll show you a photo.”

He grabbed his phone and pulled up a selfie in which he was in his Jeff Giloolly costume making a funny face — and he had a mustache that was definitely his and looked a lot like the one he had in the movie. BUT WHO CAN BE SURE? "I had a mustache for some of the time filming in Atlanta, which proved to be interesting,“ he said cryptically, like a very wise but mischievous wizard with a secret. "We had to alter it at times because of the fact that [Jeff] ages [in the film], but yeah, I did for as long as I could.”

That phrasing “I did for as long as I could” coupled with the mustache phone photo, does make it seem like the mustache is his. Or maybe he gave them, like, a base mustache and then the makeup artists added onto it? REVEAL YOUR SECRETS, WIZARD. "I’m just gonna let people make their own decisions,“ he said of The Mustache. "They should figure it out, you know?”

The one and only thing we know for sure is that Jeff Giloolly himself officially approved of the ‘stache. “I posted one time when I was on set, and [Jeff Giloolly] wrote to me and he said, 'You might have actually made that mustache look cool for once,’” Stan said.
Ashido and Kirishima’s Relationship As of Chapter 144

I’ve been going through Tumblr posts and comments to chapter 144, and people keep saying that Ashido inspired Kirishima to get into U.A. or that she has a positive influence on him. 

Were we reading the same chapter? Because if anything, I think Ashido Mina brought out a lot of negative emotions in Kirishima, and people are misinterpreting the scenes in chapter 144.

First of all, let me clarify something, I’ve always been curious about the relationship between Kirishima and Ashido ever since the databook revealed they went to the same middle school. Their high school relationship seems so casual that I would have never guessed they had gone to the same middle school. They barely talk to each other in the manga, and when they do, it’s usually casual exchanges like these. 

They were on the same team for the cavalry battle, so I guess there’s that. 

However, even throughout the cavalry battle, there’s no hint of Kirishima and Ashido having a special friendship or relationship. She’s added to the team so that her Quirk can melt Todoroki’s ice. 

Their casual friendship has always made me curious about what their relationship was like in middle school. They seem to tolerate and respect each other, but there’s nothing that stands out besides this funny little moment in the Omake. 

As a result, I was really curious about what Ashido’s role would be in Kirishima’s backstory. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they barely knew each other in middle school considering how there aren’t any hints in the manga of them knowing each other from middle school. They act like two people who met each other in high school rather than middle school. There’s no close companionship or tension, mostly very casual comments occasionally. 

Sure enough, according to chapter 144, it doesn’t appear like they knew each other that much. Kirishima’s friends had to explain to Kirishima who Ashido was, implying Kirishima didn’t know her that well. Keep in mind, Kirishima and Ashido were both middle school seniors at this point and were about to graduate middle school, yet Kirishima and likely Ashido didn’t know each other. 

Since Ashido didn’t interact with Kirishima at all or seem to notice him in chapter 144, it’s likely their middle school relationship was almost non-existent at this point, which would explain the casual friendship they have in high school. 

When Kirishima learned about Ashido, he didn’t display positive emotions. Ashido didn’t motivate or encourage him. Kirishima looked overwhelmed and jealous and felt inferior when he compared his less flashy Quirk to hers. 

After hearing about Ashido’s amazing Quirk, Kirishima specifically thought “I’m honestly just kinda dull, and boring.” Those thoughts lowered his self-esteem and held Kirishima back. Ashido was a negative influence on Kirishima at this point.

To put it in simple terms, this was Kirishima before meeting Ashido.

This was Kirishima after meeting Ashido.

Furthermore, when Kirishima failed to jump in to help a couple of schoolmates, he saw Ashido jump in to help them instead. 

After seeing her act like the hero and jumping in to save her friends when Kirishima was too scared to do so, Kirishima continued to compare himself to Ashido and felt more inferior. He started thinking that he can’t be a hero like Ashido can. He’s too normal compared to Ashido. He doesn’t have the great Quirk or abilities like Ashido has to be a hero.

Kirishima had so many negative feelings because of his perceived inferiority to Ashido that it was the last straw, and he temporarily decided to not try to get into U.A.

Keep in mind, Ashido didn’t do anything wrong. She didn’t mean to inflame Kirishima’s inferiority complex. In fact, Kirishima’s feelings of inferiority is towards people with flashier Quirks in general. Ashido just represented the people who Kirishima felt inferior to. If Ashido weren’t around, some other individual with a strong Quirk could have just as easily discouraged Kirishima from taking the U.A. entrance exam.

At no point in the chapter or manga does Ashido provide positive reinforcement for Kirishima. She hasn’t inspired Kirishima to be more like her and to be a hero. They didn’t even interact in chapter 144. Kirishima felt jealousy towards Ashido that discouraged him from becoming a hero. That’s nowhere close to Mirio motivating Tamaki to becoming a great hero or Bakugou inspiring Midoriya to become a great hero. It’s the reversal of those relationships. 

People may argue that Ashido later encouraged Kirishima to get stronger, to start jumping in to save people, and/or to dye his hair. However, we don’t know for sure if that was the case. It’s likely that wasn’t the case and that Ashido always kept Kirishima’s confidence down and brought up these negative feelings inside Kirishima. It would be opposite of the motivating relationship of Mirio and Tamaki have had.

First of all, Kirishima never needed Ashido to motivate himself to train. Before meeting Ashido and comparing himself to her, he was training hard so that could be more like Crimson Riot and other heroes. He would have kept training if he wasn’t suddenly unmotivated to becoming a hero. 

Before meeting Ashido, Kirishima also understood how important it is for heroes to rescue people. In fact, he specifically said a hero’s body moves before they can even think. He bases this off of what Crimson Riot would have said. It’s unlikely Ashido would have provided him with this same encouragement. If anything, she would discourage Kirishima because he’d compare himself to her and become afraid to save people because he’d think he’s not as strong as Ashido.

It’s possible Kirishima spiked his hair and dyed it red in order to stand out like Ashido. However, that’s not necessarily a good thing. Spiking his hair and dying it red isn’t necessary to becoming a great hero. Second of all, Kirishima most likely spiked it red to look more like Crimson Riot, so Crimson Riot would have inspired Kirishima to make the appearance change, not Ashido. 

I feel like people are acting like Ashido had a positive influence on Kirishima when it’s evidently the opposite at the moment, or people are acting like she and Kirishima have had such a great relationship when there’s no proof of that happening. 

I hope their relationship has a positive impact on Kirishima. I don’t want his thoughts of Ashido to always hurt him. I hope Kirishima and Ashido can talk to each other and Kirishima can stop feeling inferior to her. I hope they can become friends and have Ashido motivate Kirishima into becoming an amazing hero. As of now, she did nothing but lower Kirishima’s self-esteem and made him temporarily give up his dream of becoming a hero. Ashido hasn’t been a positive influence on Kirishima or inspired him into becoming a great hero as of yet, and they certainly haven’t had a great relationship when they lack meaningful interactions in the manga so far.  

Sorry, this is post probably going to be an unpopular post because I see a lot of people gushing over Kirishima and Ashido’s relationship. This is only my interpretation of the manga’s events. If you have a different take on their interactions, then good for you. Right now, I just see Kirishima and Ashido’s relationship as the opposite of Mirio and Tamaki’s relationship. 

Q&A, LOS spoilers, Ty

ti-bae-rius said:Hey! First, thank you for Ty, because he’s the first character I’ve ever had like me. But I wondered whether people like him would be in the dregs program of the Academy? He seems to be able to hold his own in a battle, but the Clave aren’t exactly the most understanding. What’s the policy on the dregs program? Who goes in and who gets to stay in the Shadowhunters stream?


In Ty’s case, he’s never gone to the Academy, so we don’t know for sure where they’d want to put him. Julian worries Ty would end up in with the dregs, but then Julian’s a worrier, and he’s very protective of his family. For all we know, the higher-ups at the academy might see Ty as a great candidate for the Shadowhunter track. But even if they did, Ty might find himself in conflict with the authoritarian rules of the academy, and his teachers might not be understanding of the ways his mind works (such as the usefulness of pipe-cleaner toys to fiddle with, etc). So it’s hard to guess how it would all shake out.

There isn’t a hard and fast rule about where Shadowhunters who are similar to Ty (in the sense of being neuroatypical) would end up. That’s because the Clave doesn’t really believe in or acknowledge autism or anything like it (Julian mentions as things the Clave doesn’t acknowledge, without naming them because he doesn’t have the words, ADHD and dyslexia). Students would be evaluated on a case-by-case basis. Some of them might end up on the “dregs” track. Others might end up on the Shadowhunter track. It would vary from person to person, based on the specifics of their situation. 

asillymango said:I have a weird hunch that the faerie boy Dru saw in the cavern, when she touched the magical faerie thing in Jaime’s bag, will play an important role in TQoAaD. Is he possibly a descendant of the Lost First Heir, or the heir himself? I also remember the crest of the Unseelie King being present in that scene if that could be a possible hint. Another question: could he be what tied the Rosales family to the world of the Fae? If these are spoilers I understand if you choose not to answer them :)

Ash is important to the ongoing story. I can’t tell you much about him, but he appears in QoAD in some unexpected places, making some unexpected alliances. He isn’t related to what ties the Rosaleses to Faerie, though.

wreckofourhearts said:Hi! I finished LoS last week & it left me with one huge question: will Clary’s vision be explained? I can’t see you just bringing up Clary having visions of her dying & leave that idea unsolved, but I’m dying to know if you can tell us anything about how much Clary and Jace will be in QoAD or if you’ll go into detail a little about her visions. I would love to know anything you can spill about this idea in general because I don’t know if I could stand Clary dying outside of her main book series!

There’s not too much I can tell you aside from the fact that the visions will be addressed again and you’ll find out what happens to Clary in QuAD. It’s true TMI is over, but there are climactic huge battles to come in the Shadowhunter world, so the TMI characters will never truly be totally out of potential danger until all the books are over …

ronaanpynch said:Hi Cassie! :) I finished LoS two days ago and I LOVED IT! Also I was surprised that you mentioned the Rome Institute! Now I have a question: the Herondale we see in the memory held in the aletheia crystal was Tobias and William Herondale’s father? 

That Herondale was indeed Tobias and William’s father. The scene from the aletheia crystal illustrates how he was not a particularly compassionate person, even when his children were small. (William and Tobias would have been about four and two years old at the time.)

animalcr0ssings said:Hello! At this point do you know how many deaths there are going to be in QoAaD? 

Yes,  but this time around I’m not going to name a number. :)

i’m sure this has been done. but. eh.

“I don’t think it’s that bad,” Neil says.

Andrew looks away from the road to Neil, and then back again.

“They’re not,” Neil attempts.

The only reason Neil finally agreed to go to the dentist was because of the threat of being benched by the coaches. Not because the pain has been affecting his playing - of course it hasn’t - but because everyone on the team is sick of him holding and rotating his jaw all the time, obviously in pain but completely unwilling to admit it.

“You do as the doctors say now,” Andrew says, a reminder of an old agreement made back when Neil first went pro. Neil’s innate distrust in people wasn’t ever going to be a good enough reason for him to be stupid in regards to medical care when he was out of Abby’s hands. Andrew would like to think that now they’re on the same team he would have slightly more sway over Neil, but that’s never really been the case.

“He’s not a doctor.” The level of scorn in Neil’s voice is truly impressive. 

“Medical professional, then.” Andrew imagines the look on the dentist’s face as hearing Neil’s real opinion of him.

“Lots of people keep their wisdom teeth,” Neil says. “You still have yours.”

Andrew’s aren’t growing sideways out of his skull and threatening to crowd all his other teeth together. The term the dentist had used for Neil’s was ‘severely impacted’. He’d referred Neil to a maxillofacial surgeon and said that Neil would be lucky if they could be removed under sedation rather than a general anaesthetic. 

“I know,” Andrew says, rather than attempting a logical argument. There’s really no point.

“What?”

“I know, it’s hard to believe that my mouth really is bigger than yours,” Andrew says.


The threat of benching works well enough to get Neil to the surgeon, which is unsurprising to anyone who actually knows Neil. He’s calm and unafraid all day, except for the piercing look he gives Andrew in the moments before he’s ushered away.

“There’s a quiet waiting room just through here,” someone says, indicating a door. “You would be amazed how ill people have to be before they stop considering asking for an autograph.”

It’s been a while since anyone over the age of about sixteen asked Andrew for an autograph - the older ones got the idea eventually - but the offer of a quiet place to not be stared at isn’t anything to be sniffed at. Andrew goes through the door and takes a spot on a chair next to the window with a clear view of the door.

His fingers itch for a cigarette. He reaches for his phone instead.

Social media isn’t of much interest to him, so he spends a good half-hour reading news articles spiralling into scientific studies and then into the rabbit hole of wikipedia. He’s not sure quite how long it’s been when a knock at the door interrupts him from the page he’s reading on Indian mathematics.

Someone in scrubs puts her head through the door. “Mister Minyard? Neil is in recovery now. You can come sit with him.”

Andrew stands and follows her quick bustle of a walk, putting his phone in his pocket as he goes. The nurse is chatting as speedily as she walks. “Once he’s more awake and we know for sure he’s feeling himself he can be discharged. He’s a little quiet right now, but he asked for you before.”

She ushers him into a private room - another perk of being professional athletes - with a smile. 

Neil is lying on his back on the bed with his eyes closed, but he opens them when he hears Andrew sitting in the chair at his side. He looks a little like a chipmunk with the gauze stuffed in his cheeks, his jaw swollen enough that it’s grotesquely square rather than its usual fine-angled shape.

“Hey,” Andrew says.

He’s not necessarily expecting chattiness, but he is expecting an answer. Instead Neil just stares at him. His eyes are very large, as are his pupils.

“Hi,” he says eventually. He sounds exactly like he’s talking through a mouthful of cotton. The nurse comes in and fiddles with the blood pressure cuff on his arm, and Neil rolls his head around to watch her doing it.

“I’m just going to squash your arm again, okay?” she says, with the manner of someone talking to a child or an adult who is exceptionally out of their mind on drugs.

Neil doesn’t say anything for a moment, and then comes out with, “This is Andrew.”

The nurse flicks Andrew a look and a small smile. “We met, actually. He was waiting outside for you.”

“He’ll always wait for me,” Neil tells her, matter-of-fact. “He’s my partner.”

The nurse’s expression doesn’t change much, but it’s only through power of will, Andrew suspects. She looks like she would love to laugh. “That’s really nice of him.”

“Yeah,” Neil sighs warmly. He’s pathetic. 

“I would have recognised him anyway,” the nurse says, still looking amused. “I’m a Rebels fan.”

Neil, who is the biggest Rebels fan in the city, does something that might have been a half-smile if it weren’t for the current state of his face. Then it falls off. Mournfully, he says, “I can’t play this week.”

“No, but you’ll be back out there before you know it,” the nurse comforts. Her name tag says ‘Helen’ and has a yellow flower on it. “Are you playing, Andrew?”

“He’s the starting goalie,” Neil says before Andrew can say anything, almost making it to sounding affronted. Mostly he just sounds loopy. Andrew has never seen him have so many emotional shifts in thirty seconds before.

“I thought he might be stuck looking after you,” Helen replies. “I know what athletes are like.”

“I can look after myself.” That’s a very Neil answer, and also a complete lie. Andrew is banking on Neil being too miserable to want to come to the game in two days, because otherwise he’ll be on the bench in all his swollen-faced glory.

“I’m sure you can,” Helen says, and pats him on the shoulder condescendingly. Neil doesn’t notice at all. “I’ll come back in fifteen minutes and see how you’re doing.”

She bustles back out again, closing the door behind her gently. Neil sighs and rolls onto his side, muttering something indecipherable when the blood pressure cuff gets pulled tight under his body. It doesn’t sound pleased, and it’s definitely not in any language Andrew recognises.

Neil raises his unrestrained hand towards Andrew. It swerves a little in the air. “Can I?”

“Yes,” Andrew says. He’s expecting Neil to take his hand, but he doesn’t flinch when Neil reaches for his face instead. What he currently lacks in coordination he makes up for in gentleness, but Andrew closes his eyes anyway to lower the risk of losing one to a poorly-aimed finger.

“You look weird,” Neil mutters.

You look weird,” Andrew tells him, mostly because it’s true, partly to see Neil wrinkle his nose at him.

“Do not,” Neil replies. He pats Andrew’s cheek, and then gets distracted by Andrew’s hair. That’s not unusual, to be fair, though the level of concentration he’s giving it is. “Hey.”

“Yes?”

“Hey.” More insistently this time, like he doesn’t already have Andrew’s full attention. He tugs Andrew’s hair. 

Never let it be said Andrew can’t take a hint. He lowers himself onto his elbows on the edge of the bed and puts his forehead to Neil’s. Even though they’re at odd angles, Neil sighs in satisfaction. His eyelashes flutter against Andrew’s temple, fingers stroking idly over the arch of Andrew’s ear.

“Good,” he mutters, seemingly to himself.

They stay like that, Andrew’s chin pillowed on the starchy sheets and his forehead likely leaving an imprint on Neil’s fairer skin. Neil dozes, hand going lax, and Andrew closes his eyes and thinks in circles for a little while about the Bakhshali Manuscript.

Another knock at the door makes him raise his head. Neil’s eyes flash open, and then he blinks like he’s reeling a little. His fingers have fallen to Andrew’s wrist, and they tighten for a split-second before dropping away.

“Hi again,” Helen says gently. “Let’s get a look at you, Neil.”

Andrew moves aside and lets her at him, ignoring the disgruntled sound this earns from the bed. Neil is distracted quickly by Helen extracting the arm with the cuff from under his body and taking his blood pressure again, before removing it and making him sit up. Then she leaves, and returns with clothes and a clipboard. The clothes she leaves for Neil to attempt to put on. The clipboard she gives to Andrew.

“Rather than it turning out as a discharge form as signed by Alexander Pushkin,” she explains with a shrug. It’s fine, Andrew is all over Neil’s paperwork these days. He flips through the notes and signs in the right places then hands the board back, and gets a sheet of discharge instructions in its place.

“I’ll leave you guys for a sec and sort things,” she says, and does just that. It leaves Andrew to subtly ensure that Neil puts all his clothes on the right body parts. He’s looking less high but still dazed, his eyes hooded but his face pulling tighter. In the fall down, he’s always uncomfortably aware of the abnormality of being out of control of himself. Years later that hasn’t changed. Andrew isn’t surprised.

“You’re good to go,” Helen tells Neil when she returns, and then says to Andrew, “Good luck!”

He would like to think, as he manoeuvres Neil out, that she means for the game on Friday. It’s not likely, though.

Neil falls asleep against the window on the drive home. Andrew prods him awake so he can walk himself into the elevator, where he sags against the wall, and then into the apartment. He shuffles into the bedroom, still making gentle smooching noises at Sir and King as he winds himself into the duvet. He’s out ten seconds later.

Andrew watches for a moment while King curls up beside him and Sir gently begins to groom his hair, and then retreats to the balcony for a cigarette.


Andrew has relocated inside to the couch by the time he hears stirring from the bedroom a few hours later. The Neil who emerges is rumpled but sleepy in a normal sense rather than because of lingering sedation.

He lowers himself gently onto the cushion beside Andrew, and then even more slowly lowers his head down onto Andrew’s thighs.

“Painkillers?” Andrew offers. The discharge notes included strict instructions on dosage and timing, but Neil’s been asleep long enough to be due another couple of pills.

“In a minute,” Neil mumbles, like he’s trying to move his jaw as little as possible. He pats Andrew on the shin. “Stay.”

In an hour Neil’s going to be pissed off and probably a little anxious, wanting to move but knowing he can’t, irritated by the pain. But for now, it’s pretty easy to read a book and play pillow while Neil rests.

introducing jonghyun’s newest, and ninth known in total, tattoo. the tattoo was first seen today (august 5th kst) at smtown live world tour in hong kong. the tattoo appears to be below his shoulder - though no one is sure yet if it is on his back or above his chest, as the above image doesn’t give enough details to confirm that. the cleanest image that we have of it so far is this one, which has it appearing to read something close to: “a romantic”. (source)

edit: according to ideal boy, the tattoo may actually say “a romanticist”.this could have a lot of meanings and we won’t know for sure unless jonghyun explains it, but a romanticist (when referring to a single person) is usually in reference to someone who creates work that shows both imagination and sensitivity, or who has a sensitive / romantic / etc. outlook on life.