bless watching this for the first time

Thank you YOI

I wasn’t really familiar with ice-skating, but I always watched this sport with wondering eyes. So much beautiful forms, music and costums. So the first time I heard about this ice-skating anime, I was very excited to see what they could do with it. And in the end, I would have never expected I would just fell for it with all my soul.

Thank you for this animation. Despite the certain lack of budget for some skating scenes, the most of them were just stunning. I still remember the first episode when Yuuri is skating Viktor’s program, I was hypnotized and couldn’t believe how beautiful animated it was.
But not only that, they managed to make you FEEL the skating, all the emotions through each performances. Maybe the animation wasn’t perfect all the time, but it had passion and heart.

Thank you for those characters. Following Yuuri, Yurio and the others, seeing them through their path, their struggles, their doubts, their success, their cherishing moments………….. just seeing them growing for the better. It was such a travel full of different emotions. And in the end, it didn’t really matter who was gonna win, we supported them all, we cried with them, we loved them…..and really, we will miss them….

Thank you for the music. You certainly made my eyes happy, but you made my ears melting. It was so beautiful, and I love the meanings for each of them. They made me even more emotional, it was resonating in me, my heart was beating at the same rythm. Same for the opening and ending. I think everyone is agree, but damn, how catchy they are ^^ I’m sure we’ll still have them in mind for many many times.

And of course, thank you for Victuuri. A month ago, I was waiting for this anime who would finally dare to propose a true love story between a same sex pairing, without being treated like fanservice, but just something that would be shown naturally, where gender wouldn’t matter. And even now, I can’t believe that we finally had it. As much YOI was the story of Yuuri for the Gold, it was also the story of two characters falling in love and that’s it. Simple. But absolutely beautiful. And I can’t thank the creators enough for that. Love wins!

Also, thank you to the fandom. It made me feel just so much happy to enjoy this anime with everyone. But YOI is not finished, as long the fandom is here, it will never end :) so let’s keep loving him for a long long time!!!!

T H A N K ♡ Y O U ! !

So I’m watching the very first ep again and realize that when Shiro crash-lands and gets taken in by the hazmat crew he’s wearing what we learn later is his gladiator/prisoner getup:

but immediately following the rescue and subsequent getaway (during which he is out cold and still obviously in the same clothes) we see him the next morning,

clearly wearing his own clothes.

But where did they come from??

The other three paladins-to-be left the garrison with just the clothes on their backs (and lbr Shiro’s height and shoulder-to-waist ratio means he’s not going to fit into anything of theirs anyway), and there’s absolutely no way he’d fit into anything of Keith’s either for the same reasons.

That outfit is also not generic officers’ or instructors clothing from the garrison either, because I’m like 95% sure we see examples of both earlier in the ep:

Which leaves only one obvious explanation: 

Keith has some of Shiro’s clothing.
















asdfghjkl Odasaku I miss you 



Behind the scenes of The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit (Part 4)

Excerpts from director James Strong’s “Director’s Diary” (DWM #372)

[After having to re-do the lighting for the ‘gravity globe’ in the pit, putting them very behind-schedule]

My joy is short-lived. It’s proving difficult to communicate with Claire and David. They can’t hear me, or - even worse - each other. Also, they’re steaming up whenever they talk, which is making the playing of a scene virtually impossible. The helmets are lifted off, and design and sound spirit them away to see what can be done. Our schedule is so tight that we’re trying out all these things for the first time on set. Not ideal…

Good news. The helmets have been fixed!  Our genius sound boys have created a microphone and earpiece system that allows Claire and David to hear each other, and me. Prop man Phil has also worked out how to stop the glass steaming. We shoot on through to 4am. It’s great stuff, just not enough of it. We’re behind. Way behind.

The second night in the quarry […] the weather is drawing in. It’s bitingly cold, and snow is falling intermittently. We’ve drafted in a second camera and are getting through the pages, but are constantly battling the ice and snow on the actors’ visors. Then suddenly, 10 minutes after Phil has gone home, it’s a white out. The entire crew is engulfed by a swirling snow blizzard. It’s like we’re inside one of those little snowstorm ornaments and being shaken about. We shoot on, then as quick as it came, it’s gone… leaving two inches of snow on the ground.  So we now have half a scene with snow and half without! I re-shoot the first half and frame above the white floor… and crawl into bed as the dawn is arriving, with my face burning from the cold.

Other parts of this set: [ one ] [ two ] [ three ] [ five ]
[ List of Behind-the-Sceness PhotoSets ]

sharon carter is so important in civil war. where would team cap be without sharon carter??

Johnlock DID happen.

So, after watching the Russian version, the English version, and the PBS version, I sat in chat with a dear friend – a heterosexual but gay-supportive casual – as she watched the episode for the first time.  She made comments as she went along, and gave me her reactions.  And when the end came, I asked her what she thought, what she got from it.  And I almost wept when she gave her answer.  

Basically, her take on it was that John and Sherlock are in love and raising a child together with Mary’s blessing.  She said she could tell they were stronger together this episode, that something had changed since last week, that they were a team again.  She added that she loved Sherlock defending John’s presence to Mycroft, calling him “family.”  She loved seeing them rebuilding 221B together, and the joy they shared with the baby.  She noted that John wanted Sherlock to watch the DVD with him, where Mary tells them, in so many words, that they belong together.  There were no other relationships other than the friends who came to see them.  Even Irene was out of the picture.  It was just Sherlock, John, and Rosie. 

Now, if a casual can see that…well.  I’m more convinced, now.  It didn’t have to be a kiss or a blatant declaration of love.  As I pointed out earlier, the love is there in the actions.  It’s there in what they say without saying.  We did get Johnlock.  Maybe not the way we hoped.  But it happened.  

Root is my favourite character of all time. I have read so many books and fallen for so many shows, related to so many characters, hoped for them, struggled with them, smiled with them and hurt when they were hurt. but Root is my favourite character of all time. my tag for Root is #love of my TV life.

today, for the first time in my life, I cried watching a TV show. I cried because Root died and Root means the world to me.

I don’t want to make her death political but it will be made political, and in a way, rightfully so. I also don’t want to discuss the narrative choice, one I do understand. I don’t want to do it right now because this is my memorial to Root.

this is the space that I’m choosing to share how much I love Root.

this is my love letter to Root.

I have loved Root since before I knew I was watching Person of Interest. one of those lazy days at home, nothing else was on TV and I saw this flashback-looking cinematography. I was curious and I stayed. now I know that the episode that made me stay, two years before I became a fan, was 2x02, Bad Code.

I loved Root because she was pretty and a little on the crazy side. I loved Root because of how passionate she felt about humans being bad code. I loved Root because she became ruthless and misanthropic but she became that way because her best friend (her first love?) died at the hands of a paedophile. one she dealt with because Root, for the five seasons we’ve seen her, has always fought for what she believes in.

I love Root because she’s one of the most intelligent characters I have ever met. she knows so much about so many things, she adapts to all types of environments and people. I love Root because the show set her up in the role of the Prophet - the voice of reason, that people refuse to listen to with grave consequences. the Prophet, such a mythical, central figure, who until now had always been played by a man, usually a white man. 

the Prophet always dies, so I should have known. but love makes you hope. Root made me hope.

I was raised in a Catholic school and, despite not identifying at all with the Catholic church anymore, I am a spiritual person, I am a person of faith. I see Root believing and I understand. maybe I don’t believe in an all-seeing AI with good intentions and admiring morals, but I do believe in something greater than myself. I also believe in Nature. unlike Root, I believe in people.

but what we believe in doesn’t matter so much as the fact that we are both believers. that we walk this earth with the skip on our step brought upon by faith.

I love Root because she had every reason not to, but she opened her heart to the Machine and to the team. I love Root because she’s so self-aware, she is so in tune with who she is and what she’s done, that she respected the space needed by every single member of the team to accept her. it was an acceptance that came at a different pace for Harold, Shaw, John, Fusco, but one she earned with the power of her perseverance, and of her respect for their needs.

Root is so so funny and she is funny in a witty way. her jokes, her comments, her interventions are fucking smart. but Root also has a darkness within her, one born entirely out of pain. we’ve seen it here and there. in Root Path when she’s faced with a number that is now a janitor because she killed everyone he loved in her time as a killer for hire. in Prophets when she shows she understands that she’s lived a more than questionable life, that a good death would be a privilege. in MIA and Sotto Voce when it was made clear that there’s no point for Root to live without Shaw.

you see, Root understands herself so well, but she doesn’t quite love herself all that much.

so I’ll love her for all the love she didn’t give herself.

I’ll love her for that time she was locked in a mental hospital and she doubted herself.

I’ll love her for that time she could have chosen to flee Harold’s prison, but she stayed because it was the right thing to do.

I’ll love her for that time she was tortured and lost her hearing, all for her Machine.

I’ll love her for all the philosophical and theological debates she had with Harold, debates that had me on the edge of my seat, debates that made my brain light up with challenge and awe at conversations on a show that were finally, finally up to my intellectual needs and abilities.

I’ll love her for how she despised John so, but grew to rely on him and trust him and consider him a part of the family.

I’ll love her for how Bear couldn’t care less about her for the longest time, but even the dog she took the time to conquer and love.

I’ll love her for being a queer woman who didn’t have an arc about “omg I’m gay what do I do??”, who didn’t have an arc about how it hurts and/or sucks to be queer. or how it sucks and hurts to be neurodivergent. I’ll love her for being a queer woman who could be literally anything else, but who is a queer woman. the one I never thought I’d get to have.

I’ll love her for falling in love with Shaw for all Shaw is. for falling in love with competent, neurodivergent, ruthless, loyal Shaw. I’ll love her for teasing and flirting with Shaw but never once disrespecting Shaw’s boundaries, never once crossing the line of what Shaw is willing to accept. oh, she played with the line a lot, of course she did. she pushed the line farther and farther back, but she did it with Shaw’s consent.

I’ll love her because Root and Shaw, despite all odds, have showed me what a healthy relationship looks like between two women. one that grew with time, patience, respect, playfulness.

I’ll love her because she’s so fucking extra, with her two guns, and her awkwardly-timed flirting, and her recklessness with her own life.

I’ll love her because she tilts her head when she smiles in a condescending way. I’ll love her because her voice goes ridiculously high-pitched when she’s scared for the people she loves. I’ll love her because she can’t wink and I’ll love her because she doesn’t roll her eyes, even when she’s annoyed.

I’ll love her for her black-painted nails and her love of purple and black. I’ll love her for her beautiful hair and her infinite wigs. I’ll love her for how hot she looks in glasses. I’ll love her for Mr Berenstain and Barbie Nanny and Alien Fangirl and Wedding Crasher.

I’ll love her for her relentless defence of the Machine, of her own beliefs, regardless of Harold’s preferences and morals, and for her unshakable respect for Harold’s decision and point of view. 

I’ll love her for the absurd heart eyes she throws at the Machine (every now and then) and at Shaw (all the time).

I’ll love her because she’s grown so much and evolved so much and she did it in front of my own two eyes, with me rooting for her the whole time (yes, even when she was a villain).

I’ll love her for that smile, you know the one, the teary-eyed one. I’ll love her for going from calling Shaw Shaw to calling her Sameen and sweetie and, maybe someday, beautiful girl. I’ll love her for defying Harold’s Ms Groves with her good-spirited Harry. I’ll love her for how big lug and helper monkey went from insults to pet names.

I’ll love her for how unique and remarkable she is as a character. one I’ve never seen, one who’s made me fall hopelessly in love.

I’ll love her for giving me so much joy and so much hope and so much love. I’ll love her because I don’t know what else to do.

Root is my person. and Root will always be my person.

I just wanted to give a big shoutout to Charlie Heaton for his portrayal of Jonathan Byers in Stranger things. He did an amazing job. His suffering for his lost brother and his unconditional love for his mother gave me chills. I can honestly see his character’s soul when he’s crying while he’s conforting Joice. Let’s remember that Jonathan REALLY thought that Will was dead. He fucking went to pick up the coffin for his dead brother. He took care of everything while Joice was looking for Will (bless her). He has taken the responsibility of taking care of his family since his father left. I believe he has been a brother AND a father figure for Will. And Charlie makes all of that SO believable it hurts to watch.
The scenes in the first episodes until he finds out that Will might be alive get me every time. I’ve watched them a million times cause they are mesmezering. Charlie Heaton did an amazing job.
I don’t know, I just wanted to point that out :)
Have a great day!

ROTG Month Day 12: Children

OKAY so, have you ever had a moment when all of a sudden a character says something, and in that moment, you see your soul reflected back in them and you just sort of stare like this:

Originally posted by mooonguts

Well that was me, watching Rise of the Guardians for the first time, and Jack, blessed, dear, wonderful Jack who is so special and important to me, he calls Sophie by name and begins to enchant her with the sort of things he KNOWS she likes, and asks the other Guardians, “When was the last time you guys actually hung out with kids?”

I’ll be honest, as a person who has always loved to work with children, who would chose their company over adults ten times out of ten, that resonated with me on such a deep level that I knew I would never see Jack the same way.  Suddenly, I felt less alone in the world because there was one! marvelous! boy! who understood my soul!  Who loves children and delights in them and– I just– I will never be finished being grateful to Jack for who he is and how he loves children so well and so truly.  Attentively, personally, giving his care and time and all the while never expecting (only hoping!) anything in return!

This theory has probably already been thrown out there, but I’m convinced that Sophie was Jack’s first believer, even before Jamie.  If you watch the scene in Bunny’s Warren, Jack excuses himself from interacting: “I’m invisible, remember?” but there is nothing about Sophie that indicates she doesn’t see him.  In fact, she runs around him several times and is able to see his snowflake, because she goes chasing after it.  Also, when Jack carries her home, she doesn’t fall through his arms, like she would if she didn’t believe he could carry her.

I can only assume her light on the globe, and other very young children, are not counted, because they aren’t at the age in which they could doubt.  They have faith by default, because no one has ever told them not to, and the Guardians ARE real.  It’s incredibly precious to me that Jack tucks Sophie into bed, even sparing a few extra seconds that he doesn’t have to choose her favorite toy and leave her with it.  He tries so hard, our boy hero, and there is no one like him.  He asks so often why the Man in the Moon chose him, but the answers are everywhere, if only he’d known how valuable and rare he is!

my thoughts after the Sense8 Christmas special

- Hernando’s response to his and Lito’s nudes being leaked was incredible, kudos to him
- Lito’s mama was precious
- Riley Blue invented beauty can you believe it
- fuck yes Kala you tell Rajan that he doesn’t own you
- poor Will :(
- FELIX WOKE UP! I’M SO HAPPY FOR WOLFGANG! their friendship is so lovely to watch
- Kala’s reaction to experiencing snow for the first time was too pure
- Sun’s prison family is incredibly sweet and I hope we continue to see girls supporting girls in season 2
- have they changed the actor playing Capheus??????????? (just googled and yes they have I’m not crazy)
- as an asexual the orgy scene was a bit bleugh for me because they kinda made it seem like sex was the end all and be all in a relationship
- Amanita looked too adorable in her christmas elf costume bless her
- Rajan broke his dick #rekt
- “Happy fucking New Year”
- is it May 5th yet


Word count: 770

Genre: Angsty(kinda, maybe)

Anon:  Hello omg I just found out that you write for Yelows Mob, God bless you 🙏 Could I possible request for a Lee Gwangmin angst/smut? Maybe when it’s your first time with him? Thank you 😭💗💗💗

Lee Gwangmin; My troublesome boyfriend who I can’t get enough of. People classify him as a bad boy, stoner etc. but the truth was that he is the most  sweetest and kindest person I knew. At least towards me.

It was a Saturday night, or Sunday morning. It was past midnight and I’ve been sitting on my couch cuddling to my gray blanket I brought with me, while watching on of my favorite movies on Netflix, waiting for Gwangmin to come back. All of a sudden I got multiple picture messages from his friend Minsik, also known as Sik-k. Me and Minsik never really got along, well he never really tried to anyways. I saw the messages and didn’t like them at all, it had the caption “I think you’ve been replaced” said the text with two pictures of Gwangmin back hugging a girl I have never seen before and kissing her on the cheek. “He wouldn’t do that” I said to myself while gripping the phone to my chest. All of a sudden, my thoughts were interrupted by the front door opening and closing. I stood up once I saw Gwangmin walk in with his hair all messy and tired eyes and damn did he still look sexy, but I quickly shook my head and looked at Gwangmin with sad eyes. “Who is she and where have you been?” It sounds like two simple question that I asked, but both me and him know that I’ll need a full explanation.  

He sighed and took off his jacket and frowned a bit. He moved towards me and raised his eyebrow. “I was at the club and who her? (Y/N) you know I would never-”

I cut him off by pushing him away from me slightly, try to keep a fair distance between the two of us.

“Your friend Minsik? Yeah, he send me this picture of you and some random chick, so who is she?” I said trying to sound calm and showing him the pictures with the little text. His face went from serious to a huge smile as he started laughing and taking off his shoes. “(Y/N) do you really believe what he say? It’s all lies.” I frowned and threw my phone on the couch and pushed him passed him and walking into the kitchen. “Do you think that I’m stupid? That I don’t know what everyone says about you, “He’s a player, stay away” but I ignored everyone thinking that you were different but these pictures and the rumors online are just too much!” I yelled and moved a bit back once I noticed Gwangmins facial expressions changing. He was mad. He straightened his back and scoffed.  "Wow (Y/N)…” He breaths out.

‘’I didn’t know that you caught me. Is hugging my cousin a sin? Cheating? Or that other girl that you say are rumors, my cousin? Don’t you trust me? Huh (Y/N)? Really… I didn’t expect this… don’t you know how much I love you? and you’d really think I’d cheat on you? How low do you think I am?“

My jealousy has brought me to the level of disappointment. I felt relieved that he’s not cheating, but still had some doubts, but I called him a liar and hurt him. It’s not that I didn’t trust him, I do trust him, I just don’t trust the alcohol…. And his friends. I loved his friends, their like my brothers, really but they sometimes are a bit daring when drunk.

I looked down and whispered a weak "I’m sorry Gwangmin…” but then suddenly I felt warm, rough hands on my cheek, bringing my head up to his. He kissed me softly and moved his hands to my neck. “I know you didn’t mean it. You’re not that type of person.” He said quietly and kept on giving my lips little pecks, he then moved down to my chin, down my neck. “And I want to prove something to you.” He said quietly against my neck as I bit my lip and looked at him. “Prove what?”

He picked me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist. He walks both of us to our shared bedroom while still kissing my neck. I moaned softly once I felt him bite my neck, it all felt so good until I feel him laying me down our bed, he hovering over me and kissed my lips ever so softly. “I want to prove that I love you (Y/N). And I want to prove that I’m yours and that you can trust me.” He whispered before kissing my lips….

A/N: sorry that there isn’t smut like you wanted, i just suck at writing smut in so many levels.

you know, i’ve spent my life picking up the tiny crumbs of gay that shows threw at us. a subtle glance between two girls once every 5 episodes, a poorly written lesbian love triangle, “the gay best friend”, etc.

but now i’m watching The 100 and i feel so blessed to have, for the first time, actual queer main characters who are written so well. and their personalities don’t revolve around their sexuality, but we still get the romantic subplot that is written just as well as any hetero romance.


this show just keeps giving and i’m so thankful and i’m never going back to picking up gay crumbs again


Updated ritual write up

I. Purificatio

[I do this in the shower if its a big ritual otherwise I’ve taken to skipping this]

May this water cleanse my body and soul of any evil. May this water cleanse the evils of the world from me. Purify my mind. Purify my body. Purify my heart.

(Traditionally a bowl of water or a bucket would have been used)

II. Praefatio

Mother Vesta, (adoratio) virginal goddess of the hearth. I ask you, protect me and my kin;blood and not; today,as you protected the Great City in ancient times. I ask for your blessings.

[Light lamp or other flame. Starting charcoal for resin incense would be good right here]

Father Ianus, (adoratio ) Guardian of the doorways. I ask forgiveness for not welcoming you first, for the door is second only to the hearth. I ask that you watch over my kin and myself as we begin this day. I humbly ask that you may bestow your blessing upon us.

(If I am making a libation i typically make it now)
Libation line:
I offer you both this wine/tea/juice/milk/water/etc. So that you might answer my prayers

III. Salutatio

Ave Iupiter! (adoratio ) Iupiter Optimus Maximus, the best and greatest, King of the gods. I humbly ask that you may bestow your blessing upon myself and my kin.

Ave Iuno! (adoratio ) Iuno Moneta, goddess who brings weath and prosperity. May you bestow your blessing upon us.

Ave Mars! (adoratio) Mars Alator,the huntsman. I humbly ask that you give me strength to defend that which I care about. I ask you to bestow your blessing upon us and keep us safe.

Ave Minerva! (adoratio) Minerva Pacifera, bearer of peace. May you bestow your blessings and wisdom upon myself and my kin.

Ave Apollo! (adoratio ) Phoebus Apollo, the bringer of light. I ask that you fill our lives with light and warmth.

Ave Neptunus! (adoratio) Neptunus Invicta, lord of the unconquered seas. I ask for your blessings for myself and my kin.

Ave Mercurius! (adoratio) Mercurius Cissonius, protector of travelers. I humbly ask for your blessings as we travel through our day.

Ave Venus!(adoratio) Venus Verticordia,the changer of hearts. My patron goddess and the one I hold closest to my own heart. I pray to you and ask for your blessings.

Ave Lares! (adoratio ) Those who protect my home. May you bestow your blessing upon my household.

Ave Genius! (adoratio) my most loyal guardian. I ask for your blessing over myself, my kin, and my household.

Ave Penates! (adoratio) Protectors of my pantry. May your blessings fill my home and rid it of any ill spirits.

(One could technically add the Manes/ancestors in here but I do not do much ancestor worship)(if i have a specific request it is said for the relevant god or goddess. If i need to i add in the relevant one)

[light incense and offer food](if i have a hymn i add it in here)

May these offerings please you

IV. Piaculum

Oh gods and goddesses if I have offended you, I ask your forgiveness and hope you are pleased by these offerings