I’ve only ever fallen in love twice: with big city and small town.
I met big city at a bar (of course), and he offered to buy me a drink (of course), and then I didn’t see him for three whole months. That’s just how big city works. But when he called, I was young enough to think the nervous pit in my stomach meant something good. Big city was older than me, and richer than me, and had a white collar job with a personal assistant. He liked to talk about important things like finances and politics and himself. But that was ok because big city was cool. He showed me all about the world, like smoking and fucking and staying out too late. Before I met him, I was small and shy. I had bangs. Big city liked that about me, he said. Liked that I was so much more than I seemed. And then, five weeks later, he told me he loved me, and I believed him.
But big city was also fast and sharp and full of dark alleys where men in trench coats auctioned off black magic. Full of prettier people and power. I was only 19 at the time, just a kid, and big city took everything I had, chewed it up, and spat me back out on the concrete. He smiled with all of his teeth and told me we’d had a fun run. I went to therapy for weeks, and big city was engaged six months later to a woman with a loud mouth and no bangs.
But I’ve fallen in love twice.
And small town came along just like big city, only many years later. He asked for my number at a bar and laughed too loud when I said no. I thought it was because he was cocky, but I found out later that he always laughs too loud when he's nervous. And God was he nervous. But I said no, and he laughed too loud, and then I didn’t see him for three whole months. Until his friend and my friend got engaged and we had to moonwalk down the isle at their wedding. He offered to buy me a drink, and I said yes, but only because it was an open bar. One drink, two drinks, three, four fivesixseveen. We talked about our families, and did the YMCA, and passed out in my hotel room.
And small town held me when I cried and owned a little cafe that did well enough to pay the bills, and small town smiled. He let me tell him about the world. He liked holding hands and Harry Potter. Small town talked dirty and shut down the cafe some days so we could spend all afternoon naked in bed. And we held each other just as tight. Small town met my parents before saying I love you and when he said it, he really meant it. He smelled like warm bread and pine trees, and when small town talked, it was about important things like good books and insecurities and the future.
And here’s the thing, being with him wasn’t anything like being with anyone else. It was like coming home after traveling the world. Knowing all the rooms by heart. Laying in your childhood bed and thinking, this is it, kiddo. You fucking did it. And maybe for you it’s big city or small town or someone else entirely. I think maybe we fall in love everyday, but sometimes it's different. Sometimes it’s everything. Just trust that it’s out there. Please, please. Just wait for your homecoming.
spock before jim becomes his captain: wild brows, uneven bangs, looks like a big fuckin nerd, is A Mess just in general
spock after jim becomes his captain: pretends to be Cool and Suave, impeccable eyebrows, suddenly starts bending over consoles left and right, Midnight Blue exclusive by MAC from lash to brow, subtly trying to give off signals that hes ready to get dicked down at all times while also trying to maintain his image™
Me: I AM 100% LOYAL TO MY BIAS. THEY ARE MY SWEET, SWEET CHILD/DAD/HUSBAND AND NO ONE CAN EVERY REPLACE THEM. THEY ARE SPECIAL IN MY HEART AND I WON’T JUST LET SOMEONE COME ALONG AND CHANGE….
Yesterday I was on a few different social media sites, and I’m pissed.
Here is an announcement for fellow international fans of K-pop and K-dramas.
They live in Korea. Their primary language is Korean.
International fans who bitch because they want to watch a drama, and interview, a music video, or a variety show, but there’s not subtitles yet, you have a couple options.
1. Learn Korean. How is it you expect them to be automatically there? You are one person compared to a population of 50 MILLION who lives in the country the program is made in. So as easily as you expect someone to know English so they can add subtitles, how about you learn Korean?
2. Just stop being a cunt and wait like the rest of us. Trust me, I’m dying to watch the next episode of Strong Woman Do Bong Soon too, but unlike you, I appreciate the people who spend their time adding subs. I don’t go on sites and social media and blast them because 10 minutes after they’ve added the program, subtitles weren’t available.
I know not all international fans are like that, because I’m not, but this is for the ones that are. Learn to just appreciate that people are working hard for YOU to be able to enjoy a show you wouldn’t be able to otherwise. You’re making the rest of us look bad.
*bonus post because I got super into this request and I had the time!
Genre: mafia! au / angst
Other Parts: coming soon
Warnings: adult language / violence
Summary: Daesung has to tell Jiyong that he’s leaving the family behind to start a new life with the love of his life, unaware of how the leader he’s known for 16 years will respond to his news
Word count: 1.5k
A/N: THANK YOU @annyeongminyoongi FOR REQUESTING THIS!!! Our thirst for more Daesung fics is real. There are barely any out there though, so this is for those of you who are like us and just freaking NEED more love for Daesung~
Padmé survives Mustafar. She and Obi-Wan strike out on their own with the twins, accumulating a far bigger family of clones, Jedi, and assorted troublemakers. Even in the shadow of the Empire, they manage to forge something new.
Captain Rex and General Kenobi both knew any interest they might have for the other was an impossibility. Then they discover that they are not just an impossibility, but something akin to a fairy tale.
After yet another confrontation with General Grievous, Generals Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, along with Padawan Ahsoka Tano, Captain Rex, and others from Skywaler’s 501st, find themselves crashed on a far-flung planet. With help two weeks away, our heroes must survive on this strange, abandoned land.
It had been an accident, or so Echo kept saying. They’d been bored, caught up in another endless round of ‘hurry up and wait’ and they’d been tossing around a flashbang in lieu of playing catch with something more dangerous. Like a grenade.
Of course someone had accidentally pulled the pin out and they’d all hurriedly stuffed their buckets on to protect their eyes. And then, because nothing is ever simple or easy. Captain Rex had walked in the room, sans helmet.
The 501st had, in Rex’s salty opinion, screamed like newborn Krayt Dragons and he’d had approximately three seconds to assess the situation before the world had turned impossibly white and he’d gone blind.
Rex waits by the bedside of one of his lovers, waiting (hoping) for him to wake up. Damn the Sith, anyway.
Or - Rex finds proof of the control chips and Palpatine’s treason before Order 66 can be fully carried out, and brings it to Anakin in time. Barely. Unfortunately, he does NOT get there in time to prevent the Order from being sent out to Utapau.
Anakin makes slightly better choices, Obi-Wan is a Mess™ and Padmé deserves none of this. AU from Mustafar onward with liberal manipulation of canon to culminate in some angsty, fluffy, domestic fix-it because we all deserve better.
I’m going to fix everything Lucas broke if it kills me.
As far as Anakin’s concerned, Obi-Wan is the picture of a perfect Jedi. or, Anakin thinks he knows everything about Obi-Wan but doesn’t. Anakin thinks a lot of things, actually, and he’s wrong about most of them. Anakin’s whole world view is turned upside down. Obi-Wan is having the time of his life.
There are rumours of yet another Sith Lord hiding among the Separatists. The Council sends Anakin to investigate. Anakin has a bad feeling about this. or, the story of how Anakin exists in a perpetual state of intense embarrassment, Kenobi is enjoying it a little too much, and everything is, generally speaking, a gigantic mess.
“I shouldn’t,” Obi-Wan said, body going rigid at her side. That wasn’t her intention, but she didn’t take the question back. She didn’t contradict him either. “The senator has only just returned. You two should—”
“He missed you, Obi-Wan,” she said, matching him for vehemence. In this, she would fight him. I’ve missed you, she thought, even though you’ve been here all along. “He would be disappointed if you didn’t put in an appearance.”
Order 66 had thousands of loyal soldiers turning on their commanding officers and shooting them down. A collection of stories about some of these clones and their Jedi, and how death can often be a matter of perspective.
“Maul was my pride, my greatest accomplishment aside from the political games that have wrought me control over the Republic. Why should I take a second apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi? Why would you be worth my time?”
Poe makes it out of the First Order’s clutches in one piece, which in and of itself is nothing short of a miracle. Or, well, he says ‘one piece’, but it’s hard to place physical value on mental capacities and anyways, he’s got other things to worry about than dealing with the aftermath of psychic Force-torture.
Such as that cute ex-Stormtrooper who saved Poe’s life, his droid, and most of his jacket.
Unfortunately (fortunately? He’s not really sure) for Poe, Finn knows what Kylo Ren is capable of, and he’s determined to help.
Semi rant ahead
As a person of Asian descent, I’m not sure how to feel about this. It makes me uncomfortable knowing some people obsess over a race after either being ignored or objectified for some time, depending on what is current and trending.
You can love our culture and be amazed by the breathtaking diversity of it. You can study our languages. You can love our people. You can appreciate Asia and what it stands for.
But please, please, don’t do it to the point of appropriation and objectification.
We aren’t a fad. We arent a fetish nor are we objects of desire.
We are a race of people. Real. Living. Thriving.
Please remember that.
So I don’t know why but being on Facebook, Tumblr, Instagram or any social media platform for the last few days has really irked me to the point of ranting right now. Yes, being a 25 year old female should prevent me from saying alot of this for the younger people but here we go. Go get your popcorn and be prepared for this ish. I understand that being human, it is natural for one to not like something (yes it’s natural believe it or not -gasp-) but for fucks sake, posting on the anonymity of a blue screen is just cowardly, pathetic and plain dirty. I’ve seen posting of people bashing for Yixing for stupid things like his schedule in China and how he should leave EXO because he is hardly with them and now he can’t promote because of his previous schedule that I’m sure has been set up for months., maybe years knowing the business. I’ve seen posting of J-hope, Yoongi, Jin or Namjoon saying that they should leave BTS because they are one of the lower members on a god damn stupid poll on Billboard. That TOP should leave Big Bang because of recent incidents that GD went thru long before him which both have apologized for yet people are making them seem awful for anything they do, like I dont know, breathing.. I just saw a post about Monsta X and how Kihyun should loose more weight as well as bringing up past things that happened when he was younger. I swear to god, I’m pissed. I’m not going to sit here and bash some netizens or anti fans but come on and grow up. When you get older and realize how stupid you were back a few months, years, centuries ago, your going to regret it. I’m not a saint as I have done stupid shit when I was younger. I’ve hidden grades from my parents. I stole something when I was younger (That I was reprimanded for and was forced to write a sorry letter to the store owner). I’ve done some pretty stupid shit this year but let me tell you, I regret doing it and it makes me think of bettering my life. I’ve never once hidden behind a computer and thought “Hm, who can I talk shit about today and make sure they can’t find me.” Like the old saying goes that most of us were taught when we were little, ‘If you wouldn’t say it to your mother, don’t say it at all.’ In the states I know, we’ve had a huge movement of being kinder and nicer to people so it’s about time that we show it and not just the US… Other people should start practicing this and maybe we would all be better off. No one wants to see these bands disband. No one wants to see these people who have given up literally everything, loose everything. No one wants to see these bands cry from sheer agony. I want to see these bands happy because they won something that they deserve. To cry from happiness of something that happened. I want these people to be happy. It’s ok if you don’t like something but just because you don’t like something, doesn’t mean that everyone else has to hate it too. I dislike Avocado but do you see me saying that everyone should hate this green thing that people rant and rave about. I dislike heat but I don’t think that people in Texas or anywhere else that is hot should just get up and leave. It’s natural but it’s something we have to live with. I’m not going to hide behind the anonymity of the internet and preach this but I’m going to cut it simply here. Think before you act. Think before you say something that might cause someone to hurt worse than they already do.
Now, I’m going to go and listen to my music and be a happy person enjoying what I enjoy, a little writing and some good music.