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Why most of my ships are gay

The other day I was speaking to someone on a forum, and we were talking about our favorite ships, and she asked me why most of my ship OTPs were gay. 

Originally posted by lifetimetv

And honestly, I wasn’t sure how to answer it, which is strange because I knew the answer, kinda. 

Becuase I don’t think I consciously even thought about the reasons. I didn’t think there had to be a reason. 

I mean I ship a lot of characters together, some of them gay some of them not. 

From my babies Voltron

Originally posted by raphodraws

To my spazballs in Haikyuu!!

Originally posted by randomperson27

When I ship characters, I don’t think about their gender or if they are gay or straight or whatever else. I just think about if these two characters will be compatible or not. 

Becuase I don’t think compatibility and love need to be defined as anything else. 

It just is

Originally posted by muvana

My Top 10 Favorite Comics of All Time

Hi guys,

I’ve been getting asked a lot on and offline what are my favorite comic books? That’s a loaded question. I had to think about it. There are some great runs in comics. Some great story arcs. But I had to dig down and see what I really liked. What books have I read over and over and over. These are what I enjoyed the most, I’m not saying these are the greatest comic books ever, I’m just saying they appealed to me. So here are my top 10 favorite comics.




10. Identity Crisis
The DC Comics crisis events. Mostly just okay stories. Too much going on and not enough time to invest in any one character. But Identity Crisis stands out above the rest. Instead of a multiverse changing, massive story, Identity Crisis focuses on the mystery of who killed Sue Dibny. The wife of the Elongated Man. More and more of the heroes civilian loved ones are attacked and the heroes have a ticking clock to solve the mystery before another loved one is murdered. Written by Brad Meltzer this book focuses on the cost of living a double life. Highly recommended.



9. Young Avengers: volume 2
Not to be confused with Young Avengers volume 1. Volume 2 by Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie is nothing short of awesome. A multiverse hoping, teenage super hero daydream. It’s a really great story about teenage love, magic, pop references, LGB, and Loki. Lots and lots of Loki. So if you ship Wiccan and Hulkling, love Kate Bishop, and cannot get enough of America Chavez, you’ll want to read this book.



8. Superman American Alien
A lot of people have mixed opinions on this book, but I really enjoyed this unique take written by Max Landis. Focusing on the early years of Clark Kent, it felt more grounded in what Clark would actually be going through on his journey to becoming Superman. Each issue has a different artist which is fitting because each issue focuses on a different year in Clark’s child to teenager to young adult to man journey. It’s a mini series that should be pretty easy to find and I highly recommend it.



7. DC The New Frontier
A book paying tribute to the Silver Age of DC Comics. Focusing on the Macarthy era, A time where America couldn’t be less trusting, the story focuses on the super heroes once praised for their services, now find themselves ridden off as outlaws. Multiple perspectives from Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman, Flash, etc, as they fight for truth, justice, and the American way, accumulating to the upcoming battle with “The Center.” Darwyn Cooke tells an amazing story that you all should check out.



6. Scott Pilgrim Vol 1 through 6
I cannot recommend these books from Bryan Lee O’ Malley enough. 6 graphic novels in total, focusing on Scott Pilgrim’s desire to date Ramona Flowers, his journey to defeat her 7 evil ex’s, and the challenge of being a responsible adult. This book is filled with post high school confusion, punk rock, video games, anime style action, and heart. If you liked the movie, I promise you, you’ll love the book.



5. Ultimate Comics Spider-Man volume 2
My favorite super hero is Spider-Man. In 2011 when they announced they would be making a new Spider-Man of color I was ecstatic. As a person of color it’s been great to have a Spider-Man that fills that need for minority characters. Obviously just having a minority character isn’t enough but Brian Michael Bendis’s run on Ultimate Comics Spider-Man makes you really love the character of Miles Morales. The story of what happens after Peter Parker dies and a new clueless Spider-Man must fill the void, is nothing short of great. It puts you in the shoes of a new character trying to figure out who he is, all while trying to keep the memory of Peter Parker alive. 



4. Paper Girls
If you like the show “Stranger Things,” you’ll love Paper Girls. Taking place in the 1980s, 4 middle school girls, on their morning paper route get caught up in the strangest day of their lives. To ninjas, dinosaurs, time travel, clones, to apple products, Brian K. Vaughan and Cliff Chiang hit you with a sci-fi nostalgia story that will keep you guessing where the next turn is.




3. Justice League International
The late 80′s had one of the greatest Justice League runs of all time. Keith Giffen and J.M. Dematteis pumped out some of the funniest and most entertaining comics to date. Focusing on the Justice League as a work place comedy, this massive run follows the adventures of a newly formed Justice League made up of mostly second string characters. The satisfaction of Batman punching out Guy Gardner, the comedy duo of Blue Beetle and Booster Gold, GNORT! If you want your super hero books to be fun and hilarious, this is the book for you. Starting in Justice League #1 through 6 and transitioning to Justice League International, then splitting between Justice League Europe and Justice League America.



2. New Avengers
This comic book run written by Brian Michael Bendis is what got me back into comics after an 8 year absence. 6 months after the Avengers disbanded due to the Scarlet Witch killing some of her fellow teammates, a massive prison break, orchestrated by Electro forces Spider-Woman, Luke Cage, Daredevil, Spider-Man, Iron Man, Captain America, and the Sentry to come together to put an end to the riot. The book follows the newly formed team on their mission to track down the 42 escaped prisoners, all while trying to solve the mystery who hired Electro and why? New Avengers also brought some of the best characters in Marvel including Wolverine, Ms. Marvel, Hawkeye, Doctor Strange, Iron Fist, Jessica Jones, and more, to join the team. The book became the center stage for Marvel Comics from 2005 until 2012 running through events like House of M, Civil War, Secret Invasion, all the way to Avengers vs X-Men. It’s a fun super hero book that really throws you into the world of Marvel Comics.



HONORABLE MENTIONS
Black Science
Sex Criminals
New Teen Titans (Marv Wolfman)
Batgirl and the Birds of Prey
Uncanny X-Force (Rick Remender run)
Batgirl: Year One




AND NUMBER ONE….




1. Saga
If you’re not reading Saga, you are missing out. A Romeo and Juliet story set in a sci-fi fantasy space adventure. In the middle of an intergalactic war, Alona and Marko leave their worlds behind to risk everything for the survival and protection of their newborn Hazel. Hunted by both sides of the war, the two travel across the stars and encountering creatures from all over the galaxy who either want to help them or want them dead. Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples take a story about the ups and downs of parenting and throws it into a cosmic and crazy story of awesomeness. Look out for Izabel, Prince Robot the IV, and Ghus. You will smile every time they are on the page.

propansexyaul  asked:

Y oo what is your fav headcanoons for voltron/pairings?

rubs my grubby fly hands together

  • There are times when Voltron has formed and they’re flying and Lance out of nowhere will scream “EVERYBODY WAS KUNG FU FIGHTING!” and PIdge will shriek “HA! HYUAH!” and judo chop the air as Hunk makes Voltron swing its leg like a madman and it scares the shit out of Shiro and Keith
  • Every night when Keith is asleep, Lance sneaks into his room and cuts off like a millimeter of hair on one side of Keith’s head and its such a small amount that Keith doesn’t notice until a month of this nonsense and suddenly he realizes that he has a lopsided mullet and proceeds to very nearly strangle Lance to death
  • Pidge finds joy in being electrocuted
  • Literally she was the kid who stuck things in outlets to be zapped and one day Shiro walks in on Pidge about to zap two wires together without wearing safety gloves and she stops and stares at Shiro and Shiro stares at her and they both just stare until Pidge slowly lowers the wires to the floor and gets up and walks away
  • Before going into the Garrison, Lance wanted to be an interior designer and had a sketchbook back on Earth where he drew room designs and he had a pile of staging books that his family would buy him on his birthday on his desk and it makes him sad that he can’t move any furniture around in the Castle because it’s all superglued to the damn floor smh
  • Keith understands like zero (0) movie references because he never was big into movies or tv shows so basically everything Lance ever says goes way over his head but this one time, they’re on a planet and a villager says they have to go into this giant dark cave to meet their leader and Keith goes “I’ve got a baaad feeling about this” and Lance literally stops walking and is like “….Did you just make a Star Wars reference, you crazy hermit?” and Keith is like “?? Duh, Star Wars is the greatest franchise in cinematic history” and Lance just throws his hands up in the air and walks away
  • Pidge teaches all of the paladins how to braid hair by using Allura’s as practice bc its so long and pretty and she likes feeling pampered and having her hair played with so they all sit in a circle and chat and take turns while Pidge explains what nail polish is to Coran and its all very cute
  • Keith is the little spoon. Nuff said
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Introduction of the cast from the Naruto Live Stage Programme book as well as official English translations (from the translation booklet).

part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | everything else |

© Masashi Kishimoto, Scott/SHUEISHA/Live Spectacle “NARUTO” Production Committee 2015

Do not repost

please message me if any part of the scans are unclear/ if you would like to see the Mandarin translations/ if you have any questions at all about Live Stage (I will try to answer to the best of my ability)

anonymous asked:

remember in 2014 when they immediately told us they started writing a book and planning a stage tour 😩😩😩😩dan and phil have never🙅🙅🙅 kept a project secret😤😤😤in their lives💯💯

big life changes are all 💦 announced immediately 😪😩 dan and phil 👯‍♂️ are not sneaky at all 🙈

You’re Beautiful

Originally posted by jeonbase

A/N: So, this may just become a thing. I’ve been saying that in my tags when I posted the last POC scenario and imagine, and now, because I am putting in the time and effort; I think it’d be best to start adding in these types of stories. Representation is definitely important, and if I can help make more stories relatable for people like myself, why not? :)

P.S. If by any chance, at some points within the story it doesnt make since, something doesn’t fit, or seems too corny, I apologize. >.< Im trying 

Genre: Fluffy like a yorkie, but with a pinch of angst.

Pairing: Y/N x Suga

Word Count: 7726 (Oh so long! XD)


“This is too stressful,” you huff and plant another chip in your mouth, “like, he’s making me sweat.” As you aimlessly search for shows on Netflix to watch, you slump further into the bag of chips you’ve deemed as your safe place, and whimper. “Like, who told him to be that hot and be casually nice, and smell good,” you scoff. “And I don’t even pine for guys like that! Not that it’s an issue of race, but just in general—the whole male population as a whole.“ 

 "Uh-huh,” your best friend agrees nonchalantly. 

“No, like I can totally feel your overboard support through my phone,” you smirk, but smile because even you know that you’re being silly. You’ve almost forgotten how it feels to have a crush, and the giddiness makes you excited and smiley for no reason. You fall back onto your bed with an ‘oof,’ and spread out from your previous sitting position. 

 "What? I’m listening,“ she replies, and you can hear her flip through pages—of what you guess—a magazine. “I’ve been here for almost an hour listening to you talk about your crush diligently, and haven’t said a word." 

"My point exactly,” you respond and sigh. 

“So, what do I do?” You press another chip to your tongue, and at this point, you feel like you could almost inhale the bag. 

“How about you just talk to him and see where that goes?" 

"Like start out slow and act friendly, and then maybe ease into a dating?” you ask, and you form a small frown. “I don’t think I can though, like what do we talk about? He probably doesn’t even know I exist." 

"That’s why you have to break the ice and just start off slow. If he can get a chance to know about you, then maybe something’ll happen,” your friend sounds hopeful. “Yeah, but it’s almost like we’re a worlds apart,” you whine. “We’re so different." 

"And?” your friend challenges. “Different isn’t bad, and you better figure this out soon before someone else snags him." 

"Wow, how encouraging,” you mutter, but you know she’s right. Like always. This doesn’t have to be difficult, but something’s just holding you back. Whether it’s the difference of cultural backgrounds, or the more outwardly-obvious reasons; taking a step towards this guy just seems…like, what’s the use? “I get what you’re saying though, because I’ve seen other women look at him likes a piece of meat." 

"Well, I have to keep it one hundred with you. I wouldn’t be a good friend if I let you think that you have forever, or by a miracle he’ll just fall in love with you at love at first sight,” she replies. “But before we hang up, because I have to meet my man for dinner; if by chance this does develop into something, he’d be one lucky dude. You’re a catch, don’t worry." 

"Awe, thank you,” you reply, and your frown literally start reversing itself. “Goodnight." 

"Night, honey,” she responds. When the phone beeps to signal that the call ends, you toss your phone onto your bed and wipe your hands on a nearby napkin. 

You’re standing up from your prolonged sitting position and your joints and muscles pop, as you stretch. Walking to your walk in closet, before you enter, you flick on the light switch. A faux crystal chandelier glimmers above your head, and brightens up your wardrobe selection. You have clothing pieces for each season, varying in different colors, and shoes and accessories to match. Needless to say, you’re proud of your collection. It’s not too much, but it’s more than enough to enjoy yourself. Nothing in your closet is too overly priced, except for maybe some shoes and a couple handbags or clutches. But you always try to purchase soberly, and not splurge on something you’ll only wear once. So as you stand in front of your clothes, you’re surprised when you feel like you have nothing to wear. In front of him. 

As you mull over outfits and possible scenarios of how you’d guys meet, you wonder when you’d make time for a relationship in general. You have a job, and school itself is almost relentless. You cannot and will not let your grades drop, bc that’s your ticket to an overseas schooling program that you need. The opportunity to travel and learn in regards to your career at the same time, it’s exciting and it could be an eye opening experience. At this, your frown starts making a comeback. 

… 

“Am I stupid?” you ask yourself. “Come on, before he gets away,” you whisper to yourself. Sitting on a bench, off to the side of the park next to your local basketball court, you watch Yoongi playing basketball, and you feel shady. You wonder if this could count as stalker tendencies. You don’t watch like this all the time, but on rare occasions that you can just sit and watch him shoot three-pointers all day—because he is just that good—you get mesmerized and admire secretly. You sigh. The breeze smooths past your skin lazily, and though the sun is bright and out, the temperature outside says otherwise. Which is why you bundled in a decently padded coat, a scarf, and beanie. You have no gloves, and you almost regret it, because your pockets aren’t doing enough.

“Still watching from afar, I see,” your friend observes. She sits beside you and hands you a red to-go Starbucks cup. 

You sigh dramatically and take the offering with a wide smile, “You shouldn’t have, but I’m glad that you did. And, yes. I’m still admiring. I mean, look at him.”

“He’s good,” she agrees. Noticing off to the corner of your eye, you see she almost scoots forward, and she chuckles, “Did he change his hair color? That hair used to be black.”

“Looks good doesn’t he? It’s different, and I just want to run my fingers through it. Maybe give him a nice scalp massage while I’m at it.”

“Whipped.”

“Like the cream,” you agree and laugh heartily. You’re not joking, because you’d really do it too. Not paying attention, because you were laughing too much at your own joke, you look back up to the basketball court and pause when you notice Yoongi’s gaze directed towards you. This makes you laughter halt immediately and you just stare back. After a small moment, when your friend nudges you to do something, you just bashfully look down at your hands and muster up the courage to at least wave. Nothing much, just a wave and as much a friendly smile as you can muster. Your hopeful when you notice he starts waving back, because that means you weren’t just imagining things. However, your face starts to morph into confusion when you notice some girl grabbing a hold of his attention. 

“Did she just vajay-block you?” your friend asks. Any other time you would’ve just laughed and maybe snort, but it only just brings forth a small quirk of the mouth. 

“Block what? We were just waving at each other,” you brush off. Deep down though, you feel a pang at disappointment, though you don’t expect him ignore others just because you guys have a small moment. You’re sure that your face shows this, because your friend just rubs you on the back.

“Hey, you’re going to do fine,” she says softly. 

“How? I can barely wave at him without being shy about it, and she just flat out, practically sprinted towards him,” you counter, and you want to slump in your spot. You can’t help but to take mental notice of her appearance too. She’s petite, with long soft wavy hair, that’s gray with subtle lavender highlights, olive skin, hazel eyes, and just overall beautiful. You abruptly stand up, get you book bag, and exit stage left with your friend right behind you.

Sipping on your third cup of coffee for the day, you’re seated in front your homework for the week, and reading your textbook diligently. You’re at a Starbucks a block away from your university and letting the breeze hit you outside, because the inside is too crowded. You pay no mind to the strangers passing you by and trekking up the steps to get inside the warm building. All you want to do is eat your favorite chips, sip coffee, finish some work for the day, and get on with your life. However, you’re confused when someone stops by your table.

Taking the chance to look up, your eyes grow wide when you see Yoongi smiling down at you. His platinum blond hair is covered in a black beanie, and he’s sporting a white Nike sweatshirt with matching bottoms, and the sleeves pushed up his forearms. The look compliments his athletic habits, and your heart almost skips a beat, and you want to look away before you body doesn’t want to.  At some point, the silence is moving sluggishly, and you start to feel subconscious. Your mind begins to nit-pick everything you feel like are flaws. You hair hasn’t been the most cooperative today, so as time went along, you just wrapped your hair into a cute donut bun, though it’s—to you—noticeably wanting to gain friz. You think you may be slightly bloated, and somewhere around lunch, you’re sure that your matte lipstick has started to dry and is cracking, though you’ve haven’t noticed any real damage done. 

You’re not sure what to say, and almost go back to reading when neither of you say anything. As you start to brush him off, you notice the confusion in his eyes, and Yoongi steps closer to your table and knocks on the wood. “Hi, I think I saw you at my—the basketball game at the park earlier,” he says, looking hopeful. His smile is brought back, and you almost get the lost in the charm of his eyes before you respond. 

“Yeah, hi,” you reply and stand, while holding out your hand to shake his, “My name’s—”

“Y/N, I know. We have a few classes together,” he grins and latches onto your hand, and you notice a small blush form on his alabaster skin. You just nod, but no words come out, and you’re both left in silence again. With his hand still in yours, and you notice how his long fingers caress your hand softly. He gives your hand a small squeeze, “Well, I noticed that you’re studying and don’t want to be in the way, so I’ll just go get coffee and then leave.” You smile and just nod again. 

“See you around,” you say hopefully, and he gives you a bright smile and says that he hopes so. As he leaves, like clockwork, the giddiness returns and you wonder where your firm stance to stop crushing on him went. Nonetheless, though you fight the smile trying to take control of your face, you also want to squeal a little. 

Low and behold, you guys do meet again the next day. Only a few hours after dawn, of all the days you try to sleep in, you accidentally start your day late and in a frenzy. You have to speed through the halls of your campus building to not miss your test. The moment you turn a corner and feel yourself bump into another person, you brace yourself to apologize profusely and possibly crash onto the floor. However, on impact, someone catches you in their arms and helps you to regain your balance and not fall. “Woah,” Yoongi chuckles, and you feel like the day couldn’t start off any better, “somewhere to be?” 

“My first class this morning starts with a test I’ve been cramming for, and I can’t afford to miss it,” you reply, and try not to wheeze all over him. You want to hide your face and just be swallowed into a hole. You wanted to sprint to him, but not run him over. That, and he still hasn’t let go. You have to shake your mind out of the fog, when you start to notice how good it feels to be his arms and how it’d be to cuddle with him for real. 

He gives exceptional hugs, you feel. 

“Which class?” he investigates.  

“(Major of choice),” you reply, and try looking everywhere but his face. 

“Let me escort you, this way you don’t run into anyone else,” he suggests, and again has this hopeful look about him as he stares at you. 

The close proximity hasn’t gone missed between you two, and you feel like he notices too. He draws the features of your face into in his mind, as you do his and the tension is getting suffocating. You urge yourself to just say something, or better yet just get him to let go. Politely separating yourself from his arms, and you catch a draft after doing so, you smile your usual polite smile and say yes. 

Just as you both begin walking in the direction of your class, you remember the time or the lack thereof you have, and start speeding up with him right behind you. Coming up on the door, you barely turn around to thank him and enter the silence of the classroom. You quickly find your way to your desk, and thankfully, though you’re only a minutes late, your professor into present yet, so you can breathe peacefully. Yet, you’re heart picks up pace again when you see Yoongi peeking through the classroom door looking for you, and when your eyes meet, he gives you a thumbs up and waves bye. 

"Aw, you guys are so cute,” your friend squeals. “So when’s baby daddy gonna put a ring on it?”

“You’re something else,” you laugh, but aren’t mad at the thought.

“You know I’m just teasing, girl,” she reassures and smiles, “but on the real though, I’m happy for you.”

“Nothing’s happened yet.”

“Can we get something happening then? Maybe a study date? Movies? Breakfast? Lunch? Dinner? Oh, I know. A date a the skating rink,” she suggests, and brushes her shoulders off, proud of herself. “It’s perfect. Nothing too secluded, you get a chance to talk, and you can bond at the same time.”

“I don’t even know if he likes me like that yet,” you counter, but wonder what you’re waiting for.

“No one holds somebody for that long, or even better, escorts them to class, if they aren’t interested,” she reinforces.

“I don’t know,” you reply, and play with your food. Today, you and f/n decided to eat lunch in the cafeteria, just to have a change of scenery. That, and once f/n revealed to you that a source of hers mentioned that Yoongi eats here every once and while, you thought to yourself, ‘why not?’ Unfortunately though, you haven’t seen Yoongi yet or since this morning, so you start to lose hope.

"You don’t know what? If you don’t mind me asking,” Yoongi adds himself in your conversation, and you’re startled enough to jump when you weren’t expecting him. He sits himself between you two and starts digging into his own. From his sweaty appearance and the sweat towel around his neck, you assume he just finished playing basketball. His muscles outline slightly from the sweat on his white t-shirt, he has on basketball shorts, and this time a snap back as well. He’s very skinny, but still lean and in shape. You just look towards f/n and she smiles cutely.

“Yoongi, how are you? I’m y/n’s friend, f/n. It’s nice to finally meet you,” she introduces herself.

“To finally meet me? Has y/n mentioned me to you a few times?” he quizzes and you catch the peeking he does through his lashes towards you.

“Only just several times,” she confirms, and you almost throw something at her. You can tell she’s feeling cheeky, and you’ll have to watch her.

“Not that often, and really just about your crazy basketball skills,” you reassure, and suddenly your lunch looks a lot more interesting.

“How are your skills off the court? Care to show my friend? I think she’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”

If you weren’t such a nice person, you had been snatched her by her edges. You just laugh it off, “You’re doing too much, stop talking. I promise we’re not that weird,” you say to Yoongi. He chuckles at whole spectacle, and you almost want trap his laugh and save it for rainy days.

“Nah, just thirsty,” she retorts. At this he tilts his head and you can see he confusion in his face. You hope with everything you are that he doesn’t understand. His first language isn’t English, so if you’re lucky, that term could’ve just flown over his head.

You almost choke on your food, and decide to toss her your half empty water bottle, “I’ll give you the ocean, if you just shut up.”

“Well, then you’re in luck. I have to leave to go do a thing.”

“What thing? You don’t have a thing,” you say, and produce the saddest puppy dog eyes you can, so as to stop her from leaving.

“Silly y/n, if I want to have a thing, then I’ll have a thing,” she playfully scolds you. “My life doesn’t revolve around you, honey. Now, when we can have a double date, then we’ll talk,” she pushes in the last part quickly and then jogs out of your reach. Watching her hair sway as she leaves, you want to drag her back to the table, because you’re not sure how to act around Yoongi.

“Why don’t we have a thing?” he inquires and looks at you directly, and you witness a smirk form on his lips.

“We? Uh,” you respond, but barely. “Like, what do you mean?” You gulp discreetly.

“Anything we want, really. I don’t mind, as long as I can spend that thing with you,” he smiles and stares at you endearingly. At that, you could almost fall into his lap without clear reasoning, aside from the fact that you like him that much. You wonder how he does it.

“How about we go to the skating rink downtown? Have a thing?” you suggest. Your mouth stretches into its own smile.

“I don’t skate, but for you, why not?” he agrees and wipes his hands on his shorts. “Well, I have to go do an actual thing that involves studying, but give me your phone and we can make plans.”

“I look forward to it,” you reply and hand him your phone with the contact info form open.

“Feelings mutual,” he says and gets up for the table. Throwing his gym bag over bag over his shoulder, he walks backwards and grins his charming smile at you again, “See you around.” You wave to him this time.

After spending 2 hours with f/n trying to pick out a cute, but casual outfit for your date, you’re giddy during the whole drive from your home. You fortunately find a parking space not too far from the building, and walking around the block to get to the front entrance, you’re surprised when you see Yoongi already standing outside the venue. His hands are fiddling with his phone and he doesn’t see you walking up to him. However, you see him nice and clearly and your stomach does flips. He isn’t in anything that you haven’t seen him wear before, or that’s different from his laid back style, yet every time you see him, you can’t help but to feel excited and butterflies churn. “Did I come late?” you inquire, seemingly startle him.

He chuckles, and shakes his head, as his signature smirk shows through. “Nope, my friends just dropped me off early because they had something else to do,” he replies. “Ready to have fun?”

“I thought you didn’t consider this as fun,” you remind him, and lead the way inside. He treads beside you.

“It isn’t, but someone may as well have fun laughing at me, as I fall on my butt.”

“It won’t be that bad,” you try to encourage him.

“Just wait.”

After paying for the shoes you guys are going to rent for the occasion, you notice that after he laces them on and then tries to stand, but continues to fall back into his seat, that he’ll have some issues.  You, yourself though, have no problems standing and you grab both of his forearms to help him up as well. He’s wobbly on both feet and can’t stop looking at the ground to make sure he doesn’t fall. “You’ll do fine. However, I think we should take it slow.” You look in to his eyes, and he stares back and then nods. “First let’s just walk over to the ice, and just try standing on it.”

From then on, it was a hit or miss of a lesson. When he walked out on to the ice, he couldn’t stop using the wall as a supporting crutch in order to keep standing. He’d sometimes hold onto your hands, and you’d help him glide over the ice at a snail pace. Once you let go, if he had no momentum, he’d just be at a stand still. No need to try and move forward by himself, because he’d always lose his balance, and it’d be the end after that. Multiple times you’ve watched him fall and get back up. Fall, then get back up. However, as time continued to pass, your muscles in your feet, legs, and including abdomen from laughing so much, began to hurt and you knew Yoongi was already fed up with everything, if not including life. “Ready to leave?” you ask, while checking the time on your phone.

“We’re leaving already?” he responds with a tremble in his throat, as he tries to get back up from falling on the hard surface. Anytime he’d think he’d have a foot secure underneath himself, and then try to stand on the other, it’d slide back and he’d be on all fours.

“Well, it’s been three hours since we’ve arrived,” you reply, and chuckle. “Come on, Bambi,” you coo and grab a hold of his hands. He starts to stand on one foot and then the other, and now he’s at least still and not one the ground.

“See? Told you you’d get a knack out of this,” he rolls his eyes, but his smile never leaves his face. “I didn’t realize so much time had passed.”

“Well, time flies when you ‘re having fun,” you smile and swing his hands in yours. “Shall we go?” Leading him back to the rest are, you’re careful to not pull him too fast and then help him to a nearby seat. You saunter to the counter to pick up your guys’ shoes, and when you get back to Yoongi, he already has his skates off and looking at his feet concerned. “Break something?”

“Yes,” he sighs, “my tail bone and pride,” he jokes.

You hand him his shoes and start to take off your own skates. “Maybe next time we should do something else? I don’t want you to force yourself to come with me here and not really enjoy yourself,” you suggest.

“I’d come here a million times if you asked me,” he says, and laughs at his own corniness, while trying to smooth out your insecurities about bring him.  

You smile a long with him, but are glad that your face is hidden. With the pigment of your skin, no one can really see if you blush, but you’re sure your face would still speak a thousand words if he were to see it then. “While I appreciate the gesture,” you say and stand on your feet in your own shoes, “I’m not trying to destroy your bruised tail bone. How about you choose the next destination?”

“Fine, I like that idea,” he agrees, and looks back down at his feet. “That reminds me. Can you give me a ride back home? My friends are still probably out, and it’d take them too long to pick me up.” That catches you off guard, but you not sure if you mind too much, because then you’d get to spend more time with him. Needless to say, you’re hoping that he feels the same way.  

Surprisingly enough, going to the ice skating rink with Yoongi was more fun than you anticipated.First, he was the perfect gentleman, you guys could always find something to talk about and you were both interested in keeping the conversation going. It wasn’t forced, or too awkward. Anything you could talk about on a first date, you did. There cute moments of whispering nothings into each other ears and just laughing at the gall you both had. There were giggles. There were times when he’d fall into your arms, so <i>he</i> wouldn’t fall, and you trying not stare so blatantly into his eyes. It was perfect, to say the least, yet still odd to think about. 

Secondly, you both are so different, you weren’t entirely sure how everything would fair. If not for the cultural differences, then for the more obvious, outward reasons. He had the pick of anyone he’d probably want, and here you two were. You still question yourself, ‘why?’ You know you shouldn’t have thoughts like those, but it takes time to reverse that sort of mentality. Every once and while, it can come with dating outside of your race. Sometimes you consciously—or even subconsciously—slip into that frame of mind, when you feel unworthy or not “his type.” Then there are moments when you’re proud to say that you catch yourself, and not let such defeating thoughts bring you down. You’ve found that if you were to ask yourself, if f/n were to ask you if she were worthy enough, and you wouldn’t say those self-defeating thoughts to them, then why do it to yourself? It’s never easy, and knowing your worth takes time, but it can be achieved. 

The drive back to his place is silent, and in your opinion, more awkward between you both than before. As you’re driving past green lights and other cars, you notice he’s less talkative. His body is with you, but you wonder if his mind is somewhere else. Did he not have fun? Did he regret the date? Should you have even gotten your hopes up? What’s wrong? Around 15 minutes later, you pull your around the corner of the apartment building he stays in, because parking in limited. Finally finding a parking spot, you reverse park into the space and turn off the engine, but the radio could still be heard playing in the background. “I’m sorry,” he blurts out. He turns to you in the passenger seat and looks at you undauntingly. 

You’re not sure if you want to look back at him because his stare could sometimes be intimidating. Though you know not on purpose, but because…well…that’s just how his face and eyes work. Gathering up the courage, you take a deep inhale and look back him with your own searching eyes. Upon his direct stare, you almost freeze, but talk nonetheless. “For what?”

“Being like this,” he uses his hands to gesture at himself, “Awkward. Even more than I was before. Non-talkative.”

“Um, it’s okay. I mean if you didn’t enjoy yourself, I won’t force you to be all happy go lucky,” you reply, and then look back ahead of yourself. There isn’t much to see, but you’d rather look at the cars parked ahead of you and the street. At least then if your eyes get the slightest bit of glassy, he won’t be able to tell and he won’t have to feel sorry for you. 

“That’s not what I meant,” he says immediately after you say your piece. “This is probably one of the best nights I’ve had in a while, but I’m not apologizing because of tonight. I’m saying I’m sorry because I know I’ve just made things unnecessarily weird between us. Back at the rink, I was a lot more open and had more to say, but that’s because my mind didn’t have to work overtime to find something to talk about. Everything flowed a lot nicer when we were just talking about anything and everything at the top of our minds, and when we both had to focus on me not seeming like a total idiot in front of you. Not to say that falling on my butt should be a conversation starter,” and you snort, “but it was just easier. Now that our attention is fully on one another, I can’t seem to think of anything to say that’s cool or funny, and I’m overthinking everything I think I should say.” He takes a deep breath and asks in a low voice, if that even makes since. “I’m nervous. I’m sorry.”

In a way it made since, and yet didn’t at the same time, but you’re at least happy to hear that he truly did enjoy himself. “It’s fine.” You say, and look back him. His eyes appeared to had gotten softer, and the tension you didn’t even notice, also left his shoulders. 

He turns back around slowly, “I guess I should get going then.” Was that it? “I think I should leave now before I make myself seem even more uncool than you probably already think I am,” he chuckles. No one makes any sudden movements, but at the last second, you do. 

Opening the driver’s side door, you step out into the brisk air. Your body is protesting the cold, but your insides are burning. You don’t do something like this often, but you don’t want to let the night end like this. You’re aware of the attraction between you two. You’ve seen it, obviously have experienced, and you want to put it to the test. Right now. Walking around your car you meet Yoongi, who’s already standing outside of the vehicle because you left, on the passenger side of your car. “Anyway, thank you for—“ you halt his words with your delicate kiss. Nothing forceful, but purposeful and straightforward. Your hands are on his biceps, and they glide up his arms and around his neck and head, where one of your hands relish in the softness of his hair. His hands find themselves on your waist, and he leans into the kiss too. Your lips mingle with one another. They feel. They caress. They’re tender to its recipient, and careful to not scare either away. As several seconds pass by, you finally pull away and he follows your warmth an inch, wanting more but he holds himself back. You smile at his eagerness, and see that his eyes are still closed, and your foreheads are touching. “Thank you. You’re really a good kisser,” he admits, and then smiles to himself. “Tell me I didn’t just say that out loud.” 

Your own smile spreads uncontrollably onto your face, and you separate yourself from his grasp. “Have a good rest of your night,” you say and start walking back to the driver’s seat of your car.

“Really? How could you say that, knowing that you’re the best part of it?” he asks, and his famous smirk shows back on his face. “See you around?” 

“You think I’d stay away now?” you ask cheekily, and get into your car. He waves bye as you drive away, and you can’t wait for tomorrow to come.

“Aren’t you guys the cutest ever?” f/n exclaims and dances in her seat. “I’m so happy for you!” You’re both at you guys’ favorite lunch spot, while working your own separate school assignments. School isn’t letting up, and between that and work, you wonder if there’ll be any free time soon. “So, when’s the next date?”

You laugh at her blatancy, “It’s only the next day.”

“And? Didn’t you two already talk about it this morning, when he texted you ‘good morning’ this morning?” she raises her eyebrows teasingly at you, trying to hint at something. But you stopped her in her tracks.

“It wasn’t like that,” you insist, “we haven’t gotten that far and it’d be too soon.”

“Not too soon for a smooch, which by the way, I’m impressed,” she laughs.

“You seem more happy than me.”

“Hardly! Girl, you were practically glowing this morning,” she giggles.

“I wasn’t,” you retort.

“Glowing like the sun so much, I almost regret not bringing my shades today.” You just shake your head at her, but the smile still hasn’t left your face, and you get back to work.

At the moment, it seems like you have too many assignments to start, and not enough time to finish what you’ve been working on for a few weeks, but you get to work anyway, before your next class. At this rate, you wonder if you’ll ever meet Yoongi again anytime soon. Like that, days turned into weeks, and they transitioned into a little over a month. Your encounters never lasted for anything over a few minutes every blue moon, but your texting conversation continued to go strong. Little words here or there were sent throughout your days, and you figured you should at least be happy with that. Neither of you really had time, and even f/n was having a hard time keeping up her life and school.

Sitting in the library, you’re taking notes diligently until you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. Your timer’s just gone off after two hours, signaling for you stop your research and to move on to another assignment for the night. It’s almost 10 pm right now, and the day’s activities has already been settled into your body. Your hands are feeling cramped, your back hurts from sitting hunched for too long, your feet are feeling sore from getting up and going every place known to man, and your eyes a beginning to feel heavy with sleep. You bring your coffee cup up to your mouth and drink down the lukewarm caffeine. You sigh and lean back into your chair. You think yourself that you only have two things to do before the night ends and then maybe you get to sleep at around 1 AM tonight. You’re groaning.

Sitting forward again, and leaning on your elbows on the table, you start to type again but onto a whole other chart of numbers and statistics that are fusing together. Slowing getting to the flow groove of just working, your phone vibrates in your pocket again. Absentmindedly, you bring it up to line of sight, and you take a quick glance at the front and notice it’s a text from Yoongi. Here goes the cheesy smile again. “What are you doing?” he inquires.

Your frown and look back at your laptop screen. “Studying.

Is it for anything important?

You almost laugh, “I think so. Ive heard rumors of students who didnt complete their assignments and fail the semester miserably.

Sounds important, then.” You nod your head ‘yes’ slightly and begin to look back down at your homework, until you hear a text being sent to you. “Want to ditch?

As tempting as that is, I cant. I have too much to do and at stake,” you reply, disappointedly.

Come on~” he starts. “What can a 20-minute break do to you?

Against your better judgement, knowing it’d be longer than twenty minutes that you’d spend with him, you still text him back agreeing, and ask him where to meet. You’re surprised when he tells you to come to the basketball court. Nonetheless, and not caring too much about his request because you want to leave the library, you pack up your stuff.

5 minutes into the stroll and coming closer to the court, you’re surprised when you see him and few other guys playing. You don’t make any sudden movements for him to catch your attention, and just watch silently off by the sidelines. Some of these guys he’s playing with you haven’t seen before, and you’re not sure if they go to your university or not. Another five minutes pass before Yoongi calls for a time out, and jogs over to you. “Enjoying the game?” he asks panting. His hand are placed on his hips and he walks over to his bag to grab the towel that sitting haphazardly on top of it. He wipes off the waterfall sweat that falling into his eyes, and then stands closer to you. “Want to meet my friends?”

“Why not?” you reply, and he starts yelling and waving everyone closer to you both. Understandably, you’re a little nervous. Will you like them? Will they like you?

“They’re weird, but you’ll like them,” he smiles.

“Is this the famous y/n? Do you know he talks about you nonstop?”  the tallest of the guys asks. His hair is a deep brown and he’s more muscly, but about as lean as Yoongi, and with broader shoulders.  

“Hopefully you only hear good things,” you chuckle.

“I don’t talk about her nonstop,” Yoongi retorts.

“Nope, you just have this greasy smile on your face whenever you start texting her,” another man speaks up and, and runs his hand through his light pink hair. Odd color, but whatever floats his boat. “Hi, my name is Jimin.” He smiles and brings forth his hand to shake yours.

You’re polite and introduce yourself back., while shaking his hand “I’m y/n.”

“Don’t forget about me.” Another voice shouts, but is deeper than the rest so far. He jogs up to you and takes your hand in his too. “I’m Kim Taehyung.” You tell him it’s nice to meet him and introduce yourself as well.

Then another male jogs to the group. “I’m Namjoon,” he pants and nods his head to you, with a dimpled smile showing through.

Then another male bumps into him whom is slightly taller. “I’m Jungkook.”

“And I’m Hoseok,” someone else voices, and the crowd has to part slightly for him to come through. “My sister-in-law, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

You giggle, and probably look confused. You glance at Yoongi, but he doesn’t notice and he throws Hoseok a ‘Really?’ sort of look. “I will remember this day.” He runs his hands through his hair, and puts his hands on his hips. “Want to play?” he directs his words at you.

“No.” You shake your head. “I don’t think it’d the best idea.” You’re not horrible at basketball, but you don’t really play either. If anything you just enjoy the game and actually know how the game works for the most part.

“Nonsense, I’m sure you will be great. Do you want to be on my team?” Taehyung suggests. His English isn’t broken, but it sounds a little garbled. His accent is semi thick, but you can understand him.

“No thank you,” you shake your head again. He looks a little disappointed, but he just nods his head understandably. To you, you’re not in the best position to be playing when you’re not that great at it and your feet ache. That, and you’re dead tired.

“Can we play?” you hear another voice, but that’s feminine. Your line of sight moves around some of the guys heads and you notice that it’s the gray-haired, hazel-eyed beauty, as well as a group of her friends—you’re assuming at least. Everyone turns around to see who the voice belonged to and one of the guys, you think Jungkook, goes to give the girl a side hug.

“You’re here,” he exclaims.

“You thought I wouldn’t come? And miss this game?” she purrs. “You must be out of your mind.” Well this is an unexpected turn of events, and you want to fight to not roll your eyes. You’re not sure where the feelings are coming from, but you’re jealous. She’s pretty, can play basketball—apparently—and probably knows everyone better than you do. As you watch all of Yoongi’s friends greet the ladies that have just arrived, you wonder if you missed your chance at having a decent friendship with them too. It’s a strange thought, but you almost feel out of place.  

“I didn’t know you had invited them,” Yoongi says with a smile. Is he excited to have them here too? Did he forget you that quick? This pricks you in the heart a little bit.

“Yes. I invited them because I thought that since y/n was coming, why not invite more people? This way there could be a girl and boy team,” he replies and shrugs. Jungkook looks towards you. “Y/N, I know that you don’t feel up to it. So, if you don’t want to play, you can just sit this one out and watch on the bench.” Nope. You won’t.

“You know what? I actually have to get back to the library to study, so I’m going to go. Thank you for the offer though,” you smile to everyone, and they look confused by why you’re suddenly leaving. Even the girls that have come look confused. “Have fun.” You look at Yoongi, and he stares back at you with a slight frown. You start walking back to where you’re thinking you should’ve stayed in the first place.

You tell yourself that you don’t need to put yourself in that vulnerable state by staying there, but you also wonder why you didn’t try harder. Fight for him harder. Did she even like him like how you assumed? Why disqualify yourself so early in the game? You laugh at yourself a little. You’re not sure why you’re like this.

After coming back to the library and then studying for an additional hour, you start to pack up your things and decide to finish your work at home. You saunter to your car and get into the drivers side of the vehicle. You sit for a second. You’re tired and you don’t want to move, but you don’t want to stay in the school parking lot either. So you start your car and give it a few minutes to heat up. At the last second before you put the car in drive, someone knocks on the passenger side of car. You jump, and look at who knocked. It’s Yoongi.

He points at the passenger seat of your car, and you oblige. You’re not sure why. He climbs in and looks at you pointedly. “Why’d you leave?” You know he didn’t mean it in a demanding or blaming way, but you already feel guilty for leaving so fast anyway. Of course, you’re sad for going because you didn’t even give yourself a chance, but you didn’t want to stay either.  

“I just wanted to leave, okay? I have to study, and again, I can’t play basketball. So, me being there wouldn’t do anyone good.” You look away and lean back in your seat. You don’t feel like having this conversation right now, and you feel like it shows on your face and in your posture.

He sighs, and looks ahead of himself, taking his eyes off you. “You’re right, you can leave when you want to. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s been a long night. But I really have to go, so,” you say, and leave your sentence hanging in midair.

“It’s not alright,” he insists, and looks back at you. “I didn’t know Jungkook was going to invite those girls.”

You snort. You’re happy that he understands why you left, as well as are a little embarrassed, but you brush it off. “Yoongi, it’s fine. You can play with whomever you want to. It doesn’t make a difference.”

“Unless it’s with a person of the other gender.” You look at him surprised, and his signature smirk shows up.

“I’m not jealous,” you start out, “but I’m glad you understand.” You both laugh and it reminds you of the laughs you both had at the rink.

“So, Hoseok was right.”

“About what?”

“He told me that you had looked a little disappointed when the girls came,” he says and looks at you sadly. He leans back in his seat as well and caresses every detail of your face with his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “You didn’t do anything.”

“That’s the point. I didn’t do anything. I should’ve gone after you, even after the smidgen of a hint that you didn’t like what was happening. How am I going to be your boyfriend if I can’t even figure these little things out?” Your eyes widen significantly and you mouth to him ‘boyfriend?’ He nods haughtily.  

“I just never expected you to say it out loud,” you respond and giggle.  

“Well, I figured I shouldn’t beat around the bush and just say it up front. I like you, a lot, and you don’t have to wonder about it either.”

“So, what does this mean?” you ask, while simultaneously trying to fight the smile off your face.  

“It means, I take you another date fast before I miss my chance with you,” he smiles endearingly.

“What’d you have in mind?”

“Everything, but going skating again.” He chuckles, and you almost get lost in his eyes. It happens when you’re around him.

As you’re both having a moment, your back door behind Yoongi’s opens. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need a ride home,” Taehyung pants, and sits down cozily in the back.

“So do I,” another voice pipes up, and you notice that Jungkook is standing beside Taehyung. Taehyung scoots over for Jungkook to get in too, and then Jimin tells Jungkook to scooch over as well.

Jimin climbs into the vehicle, and then looks up at you all smiley and expectant. “I hope you don’t mind.”  

You glance towards Yoongi, and he calmly looks like he wants to murder somebody. “Why not? We weren’t having a moment,” he says tightly.

“Well then, we’ll just make ourselves comfortable,” Jimin laughs.

“Y/N, can you play any music?” Jungkook asks.

“Just let me pick, they always choose what we listen to,” Taehyung complains. That’s how your night with Yoongi starts and ends. With three of his so-called toddlers—his words—bickering and giving you a headache, but also a smile you welcomed.  

The end. 

How I Want The Get Down To End:

Mr. Books On Stage Finishes Rapping His Story, The Lights Go Down And He Says “Ladies And Gentleman Id Like To Welcome You The Get Down Brothers Live And In The Flesh”, The Lights Go Up, Shaolin Is Behind Turn Tables, Boo Boo, Ra Ra, Dizzee And Zeke All Got Mics, They’re All Wearing The Get Down Jackets, And They Perform They’re Greatest performance Yet, Together And Happy

Envy // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: fluff, slight angst

Words: 1.8k

Relationship status: together

Warnings: swearing

Summary: Phil runs into Charlie while he’s out with Dan. Dan has to restrain himself from letting his jealous side show.

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  • Random Person: *Looking over at my phone* What's Be More Chill? Can I listen to it?
  • Me: Depends, are you in the LGBTQ+ community?
  • Random Person: *starts typing in Be More Chill on phone* No but-
  • Me: *throws phone out a window* Sorry, but you are not permitted to see, hear, or be exposed to anything related to the story of Be More Chill that includes the Musical, the book, and the stage play. Bye! *rolls into a black abyss on my heelys while screaming Be More Chill is for the gays now*

i’ve got a number of Opinions regarding the ALW musical as an adaptation of the novel but tbh for me like 85% of raoul’s charm in the book comes from the fact that he’s so unabashedly Caring and earnest in trying to help christine *despite the fact* that honestly he’s completely incompetent.
like homeboy’s kind of a hot mess, emotions all over the place. never really knows what he’s doing/what’s going on but that never detracts from the fact that he’s always putting in 100% effort to help the people he cares about
and i mean i could write a dissertation on the oversimplification and character flattening from book to stage, but yeah i’m eternally pissed that SOMEONE made the executive decision to reduce this wonderful, loving, emotional, complex, inept, lovable dork into Generic Love Interest Man Who Mostly Exists as a Plot Device and is Heroic Despite Never Actually Doing Anything

anonymous asked:

It's not like Dan and Phill don't have a lot of outside forces working on their branding though I mean with a major tour, multiple book deals and all that, they definitely aren't just two guys with a camera and a manager. (Don't think you meant that necessarily but just to talk about it I guess?)

Yeah, they definitely do have outside forces. I do believe they have more of a hand in matters than most youtubers, though. You can see that reflected in their work; the fact that they don’t have managers sitting in when they film (like youtubers signed with Gleam often do) to ensure they stick to a regular schedule of posting, the fact that they don’t pass off editing of their videos to anyone else, the fact that they refused more than the absolute minimum book signings even though that would have helped promote the book more, the fact that the only sponsorships they do are carefully tailored to them and generally for a purpose (Crunchyroll and the game company funding TATINOF), even in how they turned the tour associated with their first book into a full stage show. Even their merch was handed off to Phil’s brother - if that’s not a sign of how they like to retain control then I don’t know what is.

But even with them making overarching decisions a lot of the smaller stuff has to come down to professionals specific to those decisions. They had tour management companies in every city to negotiate venues, the book deal and sponsorship details would be brokered through management, etc. They are for all intents and purposes, an entertainment entity whose existence brings in the paychecks for a lot of people, so of course you’re right and there’s gonna be a lot of lower level employees making sure that machine keeps operating. 

Spring/Summer HP aesthetics

Hufflepuff: a clear blue sky, crisp white clouds, sunflowers stalks swaying in the breeze, waking up early and fixing a cup of tea/coffee as the sun rises, a soft cushioned couch, burrowing under piles of pillows and fleece blankets, rain splashing and sliding down windows, putting on your favorite pair of socks in the morning, the snap of jean buttons and overall clasps, sticking your bare feet in dewy grass, cloud-gazing, the feeling of your fingers in the rich earth, the smell of freshly made cookies baking in the oven, the creak of the door when you first get home, licking chocolate off your finger tips, stroking your pet meditatively, spinning in circles until you get too dizzy and fall down, watching as seedlings begin to grow, succulents and ivy spilling out of garden beds, moss and lichens growing on rocks, new blossoms appearing on trees, the glare of sunlight out of the corner of your eye, hearing birdsong as evening begins to set in.

Slytherin: Fog rolling over landscapes, rain pouring down from the sky and the sound when it hits your umbrella as you walk around in a rainstorm, the feminine rustle of petticoats and tulle, shining black shoes glistening under candle light, gentle quiet notes being played on the piano, stepping into a warm shower early in the morning, a hand brushing your cheek gently, the slick sound when you adjust a tie, a cigarette held between two fingers gently, freshly applied lipstick, the flourish of a cloak or a heavy coat, the whistle of the wind in your ears and the hollow sound it creates when the wind beats against your house, evening walks, lighting candles in a pitch black room, power outs, train pistons moving, the crackle of thunder, pricking your finger on a needle, tall grass waving in the breeze, settling down in front of a blazing fire, finding a secluded spot to spend time with close friends, the subtle glisten of blood, silvery moonlit walks in the forest at night.

Gryffindor: Pounding heartbeat shaking your chest, the rush of blood in your ears, sticking a hand out the window of a car while driving and feeling the wind pass through your fingers, the apprehension when you reach the top of the roller coaster, chanting in a crowd of people, crowd surfing, the feeling of sweat on your upper brow, running and rolling down steep hills, the sound of skateboard wheels on pavement, drinking your first cup of coffee in the morning, waking up late on your day off and staying in bed as long as you want to, picking at scabs, the clink of chain link fences, oversized sweaters draping over your body and making you feel small and comfy, yelling your throat raw, feeling music on every cell of your body, turning your music up too loud and drowning out the world, feet peddling a bike, the rush of nearly getting caught, laughing loudly with a group of friends.

Ravenclaw: the smell when you walk into a bookstore, tenderly handling leather bound books, hand cramping from extensive writing, paint smudges on your hands, wearing old pairs of jeans, ink blotches covering the margins of notebooks, color coded notes, sitting beneath a tree and reading, opening a newly bought book, reading the last line of a book, stage curtains rustling gently, holding your breath under water, letting ocean waves hit your ankles, star gazing late into the night, walking down quiet country lanes, pulling your hair back so that you can focus, water boiling in a kettle, slipping into a steaming bath surrounded by candles, soft lamplight dimly lighting a room, brushing impatient and frustrated fingers through hair, writing on the first page of a new notebook, opening your window to listen to the sound of rain as you fall asleep at night, collecting leaves and feathers, watering plants, freshly washed and dried hair

Likes and Dislikes of the Zodiac Signs!
  • Aries
Likes:
Comfortable clothes, taking the lead, physical challenges, individual sports. Dislikes:
Inactivity, delays, work that doesn’t use one’s talents.
  • Taurus 
Likes:
Gardening, cooking, working with hands, music, romance, high-quality clothing. Dislikes:
Sudden changes, complications, insecurity of any kind, synthetic fabrics.
  • Gemini
Likes:
Music, magazines, books, music, blogs, chats with nearly anyone, short trips around town. Dislikes:
Repetition and routine, being alone, being confined.
  • Cancer
Likes:
Relaxing near or in water, art, home-based hobbies, a good meal with friends, helping loved ones. Dislikes:
Strangers, revealing of personal life, any criticism of Mom.
  • Leo
Likes:
The theater, being admired, taking holidays, fun with friends, expensive things, bright colors. Dislikes:
Being ignored, facing difficult reality, not being king or queen.
  • Virgo
Likes:
Cleanliness, animals, healthy foods, books, nature. Dislikes:
Taking center stage, rudeness, asking for help.
  • Libra
Likes:
Harmony, sharing with others, gentleness, the outdoors. Dislikes:
Injustice, violence, conformity, and loudmouths.
  • Scorpio
Likes:
Truth, facts, being right, teasing, longtime friends, a grand passion, a worthy adversary. Dislikes:
Dishonesty, passive people, revealing secrets.
  • Sagittarius
Likes:
Travel, being outdoors, freedom, philosophy. Dislikes:
Details, being constrained, off-the-wall theories, clingy people.
  • Capricorn
Likes:
Family, tradition, quality craftsmanship, understated status, music. Dislikes:
Almost everything at some point.
  • Aquarius
Likes:
Fun with friends, fighting for causes, helping others, intellectual conversation, a good listener. Dislikes:
Limitations, being lonely, broken promises, dull or boring situations, people who disagree with them.
  • Pisces
Likes:
Spiritual themes, time alone, visual media, time to sleep, romance, music, swimming. Dislikes:
Know-it-alls, the past coming back to haunt, being criticized, cruelty of any kind.

 

Why Usnavi is a bad cousin.

Usnavi spent all of In the Heights forgetting Sonny. Or simply not including his cousin in his future. In the opening number, “one day I’ll be on the beach with Sonny writing checks to me”. Completely ignoring the fact that Sonny would basically alone without one of the few familial figures he has left. In the first scene of the show he reiterates the fact that he wants to leave Sonny behind to fend for himself without thinking of the repercussions.

In 96,000 we see Usnavi again, making plans without Sonny in them. He’ll send money on Vanessa, he’ll send money on Abuela and himself, but not his own cousin.

Let’s not forget about the fact that he left Sonny all by himself during the blackout. He left Sonny, a teenager, with no weapons with which to defend himself, alone at the bodega. There’s a whole scene in the show about he neglects to call Vanessa, who at this point isn’t even his girlfriend. They never mention the fact that Usnavi didn’t bother to make sure that Sonny was safe.

In the beginning of act two when Usnavi decides to close the bodega, he doesn’t realize that the store is the only source of income for Sonny. Without the bodega and Usnavi there to run it, he won’t have any way to provide for himself. When Abuela and Usnavi talk about what to do with their lotto winnings, she’s the one who decides to give money to Sonny. Usnavi would probably never have thought about him.

In Carnaval Del Barrio, when Sonny can finally confront Usnavi with how he’s been neglected, Usnavi deflects. Instead of apologizing or taking accountability for his actions, he thinks that giving Sonny some of the money will make everything better. Not to mention that Usnavi doesn’t tell Sonny that he is leaving the country, indefinitely, until literally the day before. If I haven’t been able to convince you that Usnavi is a bad cousin, this should do it. He is about to leave the country, where Sonny won’t be able to contact him. Sonny is about to be without his cousin. He already lost his aunt and uncle, there’s no mention of Sonny’s parents. Sonny is about to lose his only family member. Usnavi doesn’t seem to notice.

After Abuela dies, and Sonny has officially lost every family member, and Usnavi is still going to the Dominican Republic. He doesn’t think about the fact that Sonny is grieving too, that he might want his cousin there, so that they can get through this together. It’s not just Usnavi leaving either. Vanessa is moving downtown, Nina has to go back to collage, Dani and Carla are closing the salon and moving to the Bronx.

In the scene before Champagne, Sonny  once again tells Usnavi that he has been a bad cousin, Usnavi, again, thinks that money will make everything better. Says they’ll talk about it tomorrow. Tomorrow is when he’s leaving. They’ll talk about it before he leaves. You can’t really talk about why your cousin needs you to stay when you’re about to get on a plane.

So in Champagne when Vanessa tells Usnavi that Sonny doesn’t have role models, it all comes flooding in. He realizes that he hasn’t been the best role model for his cousin, and yet, it’s not enough for him to stay. Not until Pete paints the mural of Abuela. He see’s the mural and it reminded of everything he loves about Washington Heights. One of those things is Sonny. Not until then can he really truly see that Sonny needs him, and he needs Sonny. That’s why that moment is one of my favorite parts of the show. In the book the stage directions say ‘Usnavi starts to say something, gets choked up, and motions to his own heart’, before Sonny goes with Pete to tell everyone Usnavi is staying. I don’t know if it makes up for how Usnavi treated Sonny, but it makes for a damn good ending to the show. Usnavi does end up staying, and hopefully he’ll start treating Sonny better. Sonny deserves a cousin who will take care of him, and I think Usnavi can eventually become that.