christian woo

instagram accounts, sparknote version
  • dok2′s ig: look how rich i am and how often i perform
  • jay park’s ig: look how hot i am
  • gray’s ig: look how hot AND talented i am
  • christian yu’s ig: look how hot AND talented AND fun i am
  • hash swan’s ig: look how much i love dogs
  • changmo’s ig: UNDERGROUND ROCKSTAR
  • hanhae’s ig: look at me, your ideal boyfriend
  • hangzoo’s ig: FANXY. sexy.
  • young b’s ig: look how much i don’t give a fuck
  • agunu’s ig: *uploads a full body picture against a dark background*
  • wonjae’s ig: *doesn’t understand the concept of instagram and deletes all of his photos*
  • crush’s ig: look how much i love doyou and music
  • dean’s ig: (to him) look how unattractive i can be (to us) still hot
  • sik-k’s ig: *uploads another mv teaser photo/video*
  • junoflo’s ig: look how deep and artsy i am
  • olltii: look how funny and easygoing i am
  • punchnello’s ig: look how much i love cats and the color black
  • penomeco’s ig: Ha…
  • dpr live’s ig: ᴀʙᴄᴅᴇғɢʜɪᴊᴋʟᴍɴᴏᴘǫʀsᴛᴜᴠᴡxʏᴢ
  • simon d’s ig: 
Movie Scene(Christian Yu x Reader x Loco AMBW Smut)

Soooo once again she trying to deny daddy Yu  so why not fuck her up with two great guys?  As well as the rest of you lmfao yes come thru and tell me what you think about this @silhouetted-beauty just give in, it will only get worse.

Steam arose off the white surface as your hand ghosted over the plate, turning on the silver faucet on the sink making sure to rinse the dish off with cold water. Moving to sit it down in the dish rack your eyes skimmed the area beside you to make sure that all the dishes were clean and resting with the one you had just finished. Sweat started to drip down from your forehead and your cheeks onto your chest causing your brown skin to glisten under the bright kitchen light. The black tank top that you had on clung to your body, a bit disheveled and rising up in the front from where you had been pressed against the sink trying to clean off the dishes. Your pink shorts were also crumpled lightly, parts of your ass cheeks were on display as you paced side to side letting the water drain from the sink. In a matter of seconds your vision was blurred and suddenly black from the black gloves that rested against your eyes, the material making your skin heat up more than what it already was. You moved to grab at the hands that were trying to obstruct a view, a small yelp leaving your lips.

“Shhh, just let it happen.” A deep voice muttered against your ear sending chills up your spine, your body shuddered lightly as you nodded your head. “Good girl.” The voice complimented and you couldn’t see it but you could bet whoever said it was more than getting a kick out of this. One of his hands moved down from your eyes to your neck, cupping your jaw as the other hand secured around your eyes, he moved his hand to your breast groping them individually playing with your mounds causing your breath to hitch slightly.

“H-hey.” You called out in warning and he laughed, his hand sliding lower.

“Couldn’t help myself, you have a great pair.” The male complimented as his hand dipped down to cup your sex. Your legs squeezed tightly around his hand and that didn’t do anything but allow him to cup you harder, his palm moving back and forth grinding against your heat. Your legs trembled lightly as you stifled a soft moan from your lips, your head rolling back against the shoulder of the male who remained unnamed at the moment. “Does it feel good?” He asked you, but you didn’t answer, the only indication to his answer was a subtle roll of your hips as you took deep breaths.

“I think she likes it. I think she likes it a lot.” Another voice called out, you couldn’t see what the male was doing, but he was bringing his camera closer to you, recording every moment that was happening. He felt proud of himself for thinking of such things and he knew that you were loving this just as much. He couldn’t wait to see what you had to say when everything was over. Christian watched as Loco played with you, letting his hand continue to tease your clothed pussy, his bulge started to appear, pressing against your ass and the sight alone had Christian biting the inside of his cheek to stifle his own groan feeling his pants get hard at the sight. Looking at Loco and waiting for the male to make eye contact he jerked his head backwards signaling for him to go towards the bedroom.

“I’m going to move my hand, but keep your eyes closed. And if you don’t obey. You won’t like me in a few minutes. Understood?” The voice asked you and though part of you wanted to rebel and look or maybe even run you decided against it, giving a nod of your head. Soon after, the hand was moved and you were hauled over someone’s shoulder, his hand slid up to slap at your plump ass cheeks causing it to sound off in the kitchen. You were carried for a while until your back was hitting your mattress the soft dark blue sheets meeting your heated skin. “Open your eyes.” The voice called out and you did as told, blinking to let your eyes adjust to the light you looked in front of you. Two men with ski masks on, but the area for their eyes and nose was completely cut out showing off their skin. One man had a large video camera up and pointing at you. Both were dressed in black, black sweaters and black baggy jeans. Your eyes shifted between the two before it settled on the man you assumed were carrying you.

“We are going to take off our masks. But you have to promise us you won’t scream.” The male stated moving closer to you as the one with the camera sat it down on your work desk that was directly in front of your bed, the large lens facing you.

“What do you want?” You asked softly, your nerves spiked up while you were alert and slightly embarrassed from the fact that you were wet and the fabric of your shorts were dampened.

“We just want to have some fun with you. And then we will be on our way. No reason to not cooperate, right?” The male asked you and a pout graced your visage as you titled your head.

“I don’t sleep around with just anyone, besides how do I know that you’re not containing anything?” You asked the male crossing one leg over the other.

“We could be asking you the same thing.” The male with the camera countered and you dropped your mouth open.

“Well that’s a fucking risk you take when barging into someone’s house!” You yelled at the male.

“Ma’am. No attitudes- hey look at me!” The first male addressed you gripping your chin roughly with your hand. When your eyes met his darker orbs, he reached into his back pocket with his free hand moving to pull out two slips of paper. “Do you want to see proof?” He asked softly throwing the pieces of paper down onto your bedside table. You rolled your eyes at how conveniently prepared they both seemed. Biting on your bottom lip you had to think for a second, it had been a while since you could even fuck around. Between the stupid ass job, you had and the loss of your partner due to work, you could say you felt you deserved this.  

“If you can convince me that I should give in, then I will let you do what you want. If not, then you can just get out.” You shrugged nonchalantly but deep in your gut you wished that they would both do good jobs.

“It didn’t take you long to get wet, I’m sure it won’t take me long to have you screaming my name.” He chuckled, hands sliding up to grip at the hems of the ski mask pulling it off and over his head, revealing the blonde hair to compliment his baby face. He looked good, damn good and the sight alone had you tightening your legs together. He moved to grip at his black sweater to pull it up and over his head. His body becoming revealed to your eyes that were greedily looking over him. You hummed in approval seeing the taught muscles that rested on his stomach. Counting the abs silently in your head but the view was cut short by him moving to crawl on the bed gripping at your right ankle pulling you towards the middle of the bed. He took off his black gloves one by one as he climbed on the bed to join you.

“Hyukwoo.” He mumbled as he leaned over you, your hands moved to grip at his shoulders nodding your head.

“Y/n.” You spoke your name softly.

“Y/n.” He called your name out letting it roll off his tongue slowly. He continued to look down at you, his gaze was full of heat and want. The way he inched his body downwards to press against yours, his forehead pressing against yours, he tilted his head kissing your lips gently. You immediately kissed back, your hands moving up to wrap around his neck, playing with the blonde locks of hair at his nape, your legs spreading wide to press against the mattress. He groaned softly, his hips pressing down against yours rolling his bulge against your clothed heat. The make-out turned hot and heavy between the two of you. His hands gripped at your hips pulling you against him, your hips clashed as you dry humped the wet spot in your spots becoming damp again and even worse as it soaked your panties. His hands moved back up your body, his hands sliding under your tank top to crawl up your skin. He gripped at your breast, only covered by a thin bra, his fingers tweaking at your nipples, a smirk on his lips as he pulled back.

“Take off your top and bra baby girl.” He slapped at your thigh, his fingers dragging lightly down your outside your thigh.

You leaned up, pressing your forehead against his and biting on his bottom lip before you pulled back to take off your shirt, throwing it behind you on the floor and next your bra followed revealing your plump chocolate mounds. Hyukwoo gripped at your breast, eyeing them as his thumbs brushed over your nipples. “It’s so cute that you only have one nipple pierced.” He teased leaning down.

“Shut up!” You moaned out, trying to talk shit but he was flicking his tongue against your nipples at quick motions. Soon he was sucking on your breast harshly letting one hand wrap around your waist, to keep your body close to him. He nibbled on your nipples, pulling on the jewelry with his teeth lightly he pulled back with a wet pop kissing down your body. His hand pushed down at your lower stomach causing you to lay back down against the bed keeping your legs spread for him. He gripped at your shorts and slid them down your legs until he was throwing them onto the floor by his feet. He pressed your legs down against the bed, moving to flick his tongue against your wet spot, up and down and in a circle causing you to moan. He nibbled and bit on your pussy gently through the fabric, your pussy was becoming drenched in the panties, your back arching off the bed as you tried to be patient with him toying with you but It was becoming hard. Your head wandered to turn looking over at the male who had his mask off as well. Curly brown hair against his forehead, he had a charming smile and big kissable pink lips.

As Hyukwoo discarded your panties like he did with your shorts the other male stood up and started to strip himself as well. He didn’t stop until every inch of him was uncovered, your eyes basked in the sight of his tattooed upper body. Walking over towards you he moved your body upwards so that your head was hanging off the side of the bed. He gripped at his shaft, pumping it above your head until the tip was leaking with precum. He bent his knees, smearing the precum on your lips before he gripped at your chin moving it so that your mouth was open.

“A tongue ring huh? I’m sure you’re good with that mouth then.” He called out to you as he slid himself into your mouth. He leaned over your body, his hands resting beside your stomach on each side. Your mouth stretched around his dick but you didn’t mind it at all. Your hands fisted the sheets as your tongue flicked from side to side on the underside of his shaft. The male started to grunt softly, rolling his hips forward to start face fucking you.

“That’s right Christian fuck her pretty little face good.” Loco leaned down to flick his wet tongue against your pussy, spreading you open with two fingers he started to swirl his tongue around your clit, playing with and teasing the bud before slipping it into his mouth. Your whole body was on fire, shaking and shuddering as you were face fucked and ate out against the bed. Your lower stomach clenched and it felt like there was a fire in your bones. You tried to whimper out, but it only caused you to choke around the thick girth in your mouth, spit starting to form in the corners of your mouth as Christian sped up his hips, groaning as he watched his cock disappear in your mouth over and over again the wet warm space making him feel his pleasure and it took on a new high with the fact that you had a tongue ring. His hands moved to grip at your breast slapping at them and playing with them, he held your mounds in his hands jiggling the flesh with his large palms. Hyukwoo moved to slid his tongue into your pussy, causing a moan to slip past your lips and vibrate around his shaft, Christian moved to slap at your clit as Hyukwoo ate you out letting his tongue swirl around the inside of your pussy, he moaned and flicked his tongue curving it and tasting every inch of you that he possibly could. While he devoured you, Christian changed the slaps on your wet bud to quick circles with his two fingers, your hips buck upwards, your hands moved to tangle into Hyukwoo’s hair pressing his face against your pussy as you rode it feeling closer to an orgasm. It didn’t help that Christian was adding to your pleasure, with your hips twitching and your pleasured spot being grazed by the pink tongue buried deep inside of you, it was only a matter of time before your juices were sliding out of your pussy creating a mess as you on Hyukwoo’s tongue, your eyes screwed shut and as you moaned more you kept choking around the shaft slamming inside of your mouth. But instead of stopping, Hyukwoo slid two fingers inside of you thrusting them quick and fast. He curved and straightened them out until you were cumming again this time squirting on his forearm and his chin as he pulled back to make come hither motions with his fingers moving his arm and fingers as fast as he could.

Christian pulled back, letting his shaft tap on your parted lips and then across your face until he was cumming giving you a facial. You let out a deep moan, your chest heaved as you tried to calm yourself, licking the cum off your face, or what you could, soon you were flipped over on your stomach. Hyukwoo placed you on your knees and you felt like you couldn’t go anymore halfway spent. He undressed himself the rest of the way, aligning his tip with your member he rubbed his length up and down your wet slit, causing your hips to roll back against his. You ground your pussy against his shaft coating it with your juices until he got done teasing, he gripped at your hips and slid into you slowly, burying himself to the hilt he moaned softly at how tight you were.

“Fuck, I just stretched you out. You got such a good pussy.” He mewled softly as he started to move his hips feeling you had adjusted enough for him. He surged his hips forward slowly each time burying himself as deep as he could and pulled back until only the tip was remaining. Christian came back towards you, gripping at your hair tightly he crashed his lips against yours moaning as he tasted himself on your tongue whilst sliding his tongue into your mouth. He sucked and flicked his wet muscle against yours, having a mini battle between your tongues before you gave up and let him dominate the kiss because your body was feeling too much. Your hands pressed down against the mattress to study yourself as Hyukwoo continued to fuck into you from behind using your hips to slam back onto his cock. He slowly picked up speed, his hands gripping you so hard you knew it would leave bruises on your body later and for some reason that excited you more. Christian pulled back from the kiss and moved to climb on the bed laying sideway so that he could suck and play with your breast targeting your piercing the most as he lay on his back.

Hyukwoo started to switch angles trying to find your spot once again so that he could have you seeing stars and moaning for him. He was addicted to the sweet sounds you made, how your back ached lightly and shuddered under their ministrations. You were a sight to see, so beautiful in his eyes your chocolate skin was glowing to him under the room light, your hair wild and puffed from the humidity but that only aided in the beauty of you. Once he found your spot, he continued to abuse it slamming his hips forward creating a light smacking sound against you as he rutted his hips forward. Christian moved to flick and nibble on your clit when he could, trying to help you reach one more orgasm for the both of them, he leaned up letting his tongue flatten and glide against your sex as your hips rolled back. Your pussy was squeezing around the shaft buried deep inside of you, rolling your head back you tried to moan out that you were close but your voice was failing you.

“You look so beautiful. Come on baby girl cum for us, wrap this pretty pussy tightly around my cock and give me everything you got. Be my fucking dirty slut and cum.” Hyukwoo used one hand to grip harshly at your hair tugging it backwards making your hips arch until it was painful while his hips slammed against yours, his balls smacking against your ass.

“Hyuk.. Hyukwoo!” You cried out as you came for them once again. Christian pulled away to watch your face contort in pleasure as you lost yourself, Hyukwoo circled his hips and ground himself forward feeling the walls tightly suck in his shaft and cause a wave of pleasure to slam into his body. It only took a few more thrusts for him to be cumming inside you as well riding out the both of your orgasms. He pulled out of you slowly and moved to lay you down on the bed with him, Christian turned off the camera with a goofy grin and crawled on the bed.

“What did you think baby?” He asked kissing your lips softly.

“That was a horrible version of porn.” You admitted rolling your eyes. “Stop letting Loco write scripts.” You huffed and he chuckled from behind you slapping your ass.

“That was good and you know it. Don’t act like you didn’t like it.” He grinned pulling you close.

“I’m never doing that again unless I am in charge of the script.” You rolled your eyes before shutting them.

“Anything for my princess.” Christian admitted stroking your hair as he watched you relax and drift off to sleep.


“Come here my love.” Youngwoo smirked, Christan beside him as he sat at the edge of your bed.

You blushed, biting your lip as you sauntered towards the two of them, white lingerie tight against your skin, lace giving teasing glimpses of soft flesh beneath it.

You looked like a mixture of sinful innocence. Like a glass doll.

They wanted to shatter you and they would.

And they will.

You stood between Youngwoo’s spread legs and his eyes flickered between brown and pitch black, next to him Christan’s eyes bleared a bloody red.

“Safe word?” The small sentence sounded sinister on Youngwoo’s mouth, it sent shivers down your spine.


“Good girl now strip.” The command was simple, direct and you followed it without hesitation, taking off the simple lace bra and panties you had on but leaving the stockings that you knew they’d ruin.

“On the bed, eagle spread, arms up.” Christans voice rang in your head and you scampered to get on the bed, arms up above your head and eyes shutting as you were bound and blinded.

“Now, you’re at our mercy baby, our time, you’re our plaything. Ours.” Youngwoo growled in your ear.

Then you felt hands on you, two sets touching and teasing your body, gasps leaving your lips as slender fingers teased your nipples and rougher, bigger ones teased your weeping cunt, making your noises grow needier, louder.

“O-oh god!” Your moans became almost sobs, two fingers sliding into your pussy and curling into your gspot.

“No baby, god can’t help you here.” Christans voice teased the shell of your ear before he nipped at it. Causing you to twitch.

“Mmmm, already crying out for god? I’m only teasing her.” Woo chuckled, picking up his pace and roughly finger fucking you.

Your whimpers and mewls escalated, chest heaving as you got closer.

“That’s it pretty girl, you’re so fucking wet for us.”

“You like this don’t you? Being at the mercy of two demons. Being at the mercy of beings who could end it all with a kiss and a smirk. You know this is a taboo, a sin you won’t ever recover from.” Christan whispered in your ear, his voice dark, deep and making you only wetter with the blasphemous filth he spoke.

“Cum for us darling, let us take you over the edge again, and again.”

With that and the combination of Youngwoo slipping another finger you broke, cumming on Youngwoo’s fingers.

“That’s it Angel, that’s it.” A slap to your thigh hit your skin and you arched, a sob leaving your lips.

“We aren’t done yet Darling. No where near done.” Youngwoo growled, taking his fingers out and turning over on your stomach, pushing your ass up.

“I’m going to fuck you until I cum, you cum and Christan cums. Got it? If you want us to stop that safe word better fucking leave your lips.” Youngwoo growled as he slid into you, hard cock stretching you out and hitting home in one thrust, you made an open mouth moaned that was muffled by Christan’s cock.

From then the pace was brutal, both of them using you, so good, so insync that you didn’t know where one ended and the other began.

Your body was thrown in painful pleasure, high strung as tears built in your eyes behind the blindfold, mouth dripping drool and precum from Christans cock and Woos abuse.

Christan let out a low moan, pulling out of your mouth making you whine.

“I’m gonna cum on your face baby.” He hissed, jerking fastly as his warm seed splattered against your cheeks and lips, Your mouth wide due to the moans you released so any on your tongue dripped off and down to the sheets under you.

You looked like a wreck, a perfect painting of sin with a cock splitting you open.

Your cries and moans raised in volume, heavy handed slaps beating against your now rosy ass as you got closer and closer to cumming.

Black tear streaks of mascara coming from behind your blindfold because of your cries of pleasure.

“Are you gonna cum baby? Are you gonna cum allover my cock? Soak it in your juices while I cum deep inside you?” His voice was a sin in its self, his calloused fingers coming to rub and pinch your clit harshly.

You stood no chance, an you came with a sob, squirting and soaking his thighs and cock, the sheets beneath you wet.

You heard him groan deeply and his cock pulsed and twitched inside you as he pumped a large load into you.

You sobbed when he pulled out, only to feel Christan’s tongue in your cunt, licking you clean of Youngwoo’s cum.

“You think we’re done with you baby girl?” Youngwoo chuckled.

“We’re not even close to fucking finished.”


A Brief Education

Hello Internet :) 

This man is DON BLUTH 

he is an artist 

a cartoon artist 

an animator, if you will.

He is responsible for some work on the following classics 

As you may have noticed - these are Disney films. 

This nice man worked for Disney.


Mr Bluth didn’t like the way Disney did stuff. He wanted the animation to return to its heyday. He thought the films they were producing were a bit lame. 

So he left! 

He left The Walt Disney Company.

And he started his own company. 

Don Bluth Productions 

(With a few other ex-Disney animators :) ) 

Now pay attention. 

He proceeded to make some really cool films you might have seen, such as: 

Now then.

These films were doing really well (look, that one has Steven Spielberg involved!) 

Don Bluth was happy :) 

Disney were doing this: 

**Disclaimer: I LOVE The Black Cauldron** …But 

Compared to

But then Disney made some decisions and fired some people and hired some people.

They found a story they’d shelved several years back and tried a few things.

So in the early 90’s Don Bluth accidentally did this 

Whilst Disney had managed to do this 

To combat that Mr Bluth tried a clever trick 

He ALSO took a Hans Christian Anderson story (woo) 

Made the protagonist a red head (yeah this’ll work!)

and cast Jodi Benson in the titular role (sure fire win) 

Woo Yeah! Genius we…


Meanwhile Disney had found their Renaissance and continued for the next 10 years with:

Oooh lets see what Don Bluth is doing! 

….oh….oh i’m so sorry. 

Oooh,how about now? 

….I’ll stop..

He used Disney’s successful renaissance tropes 

  • A sassy, resourceful princess 
  • A handsome, sassy ‘prince’
  • A scary, gross, evil villain 
  • Beautiful songs
  • Famous actors to voice the characters 

But it is not Disney. 

It’s still Don Bluth 













The Don Bluth Production Studios died a death, they had a couple more films afterwards (a shitty sequel to Anastasia focusing on the bat, and Titan A.E), but sadly they were heard of no more.

Don Bluths heyday was over :( 

In the early 80’s, he was meant to do an adaptation of East of the Sun, West of the Moon, which i’m convinced would have been a gorgeous hit. Unfortunately, it didn’t have the financial backing :( 

So there we have it. This post was spawned from a article that referenced to Anastasia as a Disney Princess - something the internet keeps doing. 

There’s a beautiful gif set on Tumblr that expresses the amount of animated women mistaken for Disney Princesses - but I felt Mr Bluth deserved his own brief historical explanation. 


Suits Fic Bit: Scotch Sharing Hour

A little ficlet for @justalltheselittlethings and the rest of the girls because, as usual, I have Harvey/Donna emotions.

Prompt: “Louis confronts Harvey about knowing about him and Donna sleeping together.”


Louis shows up in his office with a bottle of scotch. “A drink before we’re all in prison?”

It’s a fatalistic viewpoint, but considering the turns the case has taken and Louis’ eventual commitment to stay the course and fight to keep Mike out of jail and the firm intact, Harvey can’t fault the man for believing the worst might still be around the corner. And to be honest, his own nerves are shot, so he could use a drink.

It takes half the bottle before Louis is sufficiently drunk enough to relax and the atmosphere reminds Harvey of their first few years together. Harvey had forgotten Louis used to slaughter the other associates in rounds at the bar – Louis’ ability to hold his liquor often an advantage they’d use to win arguments and take lead on choice cases. Despite their rocky history, Louis had done a lot to help hone Harvey’s edge in the beginning, and though perhaps not always consistently or selflessly, look out for Harvey’s interests. It’s with surprise that Harvey realizes how much he still values their friendship.

“Thank you, Louis,” Harvey says. The alcohol is already going to his head, but he’s sincere all the same.

Louis mistakes the meaning and looks down at the bottle he brought. “It’s not a martini, but I know you like scotch.”

“No, for all the time we’ve worked together,” Harvey corrects. “For your friendship.”

He knows Louis is getting emotional because there’s a long pause and Louis unnecessarily refills their glasses. Then he holds his up in toast. “To my brother.”

Harvey’s not about to contradict the statement when Louis is like this, and he can admit there’s a part of himself that thinks it might even be true. He clinks Louis’ glass with his own and they drink in comfortable silence.

After a moment, Louis clears his throat. “Harvey, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Louis.”

“How will you keep Donna out of prison?”

Even drunk, Harvey feels the way his body tenses at the thought. “I’m keeping everyone out of prison.”

“Yeah, I know, you’re Johnnie Cochran. But if you can’t.” He turns toward Harvey, expression serious. “You tell me if there’s anything you need.”

“Louis, no one is going to prison, least of all Donna,” Harvey assures him. He isn’t in this to lose, and he sure as hell will shield Donna from any fallout.

Louis doesn’t seem entirely convinced. “You know she’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.”

“She’ll never be put in a position where she’ll have to.” It comes out a bit harsh, his tone carried by the weight of the promise and the way it makes him defensive.

Even though he nods in response, Louis still looks troubled. “Don’t hurt her, Harvey.”

There’s something about the way he says it that holds Harvey’s anger at bay. “What are you talking about?”

Louis stalls for time by taking a drink of his scotch.

“Louis,” Harvey presses. “What’s going on? What’s this about?”

“I know about what happened,” Louis admits. He shifts on the couch like he needs to create some distance, but he boldly meets Harvey’s eyes. “I know you slept together.”

Harvey manages to hide his surprise under his irritation. “It’s not any of your business.”

“Well, you’ve made the women you sleep with my business before, and I care about Donna. I swear to god if you do anything to hurt her, you’ll have to answer to me.” Drunk or not, Louis sounds terribly sober. “Are you in love with her?”

“Jesus, Louis.”

“I’m serious, Harvey. Do you love her?”

And as angry as Harvey’s getting, the scotch in his system is doing a number on his ability to compartmentalize, and he actually answers the question without meaning to. “Yeah. Of course I do.”

Louis looks wholly unimpressed with the response. “Of course you do? That’s your answer?”

“What do you want me to say, Louis?” Harvey asks, annoyed that both conversations he’s had on the topic have devolved in this way when all he’s doing is admitting to truth.

“Something better than that! I didn’t expect Ralph Waldo Emerson from you, but it wouldn’t hurt you to try.” Louis looks at him with a mix of disbelief and frustration. “Maybe I’m being unfair. Even Christian only woos Roxane with Cyrano de Bergerac’s gifted poetry. So Harvey, I offer my services.”

“Okay, I think we’re done.”

But Louis continues, clearly on a roll. “This is a gorgeous woman in her prime, someone who has devoted 12 of her best years to being at your side like a tragic Ophelia to your Hamlet.”

Harvey sighs. “This is overly dramatic even for you.”

“What are you waiting for?” Louis asks.

It’s too complicated to explain, emotions so twined in the years that love has taken on every meaning, so Harvey doesn’t respond.  He loves Donna, but there’s no one reason, only a thousand small ones that he can’t begin to sort through. If he’s supposed to do something more, he doesn’t know where to begin.

“She loves you, Harvey,” Louis shares quietly, finally getting the message and winding down. “But before she risks herself again for you, you owe it to her to figure out where you stand.”

Rarely does Harvey really listen to advice from Louis, but this message resonates in a way he can’t ignore. He nods, the best answer he can give without committing to anything.

It’s only later that he recognizes the obvious symmetry.


becauseforoncethisisme  asked:

Wait, why is Byzantium the crown city of Christianity, not Rome?

WOO gonna talk about the history and historiography of the churchhhhh I love this shit

it all goes back to the medieval period. The Roman Empire had slid, slowly, into decline somewhere in the 5th century. And for the next couple hundred years, Western Europe basically goes dark. I mean, of course there are people living and working and making art and doing shit, that never stops (smallpox! Gregorian chants! conversions to Christianity! the Vandals taking over shit! Vikings doing the same thing! lots of monks! weird visions of Jesus! the middle ages is cool, guys)

But in terms of political unity, administrative power and cultural capital, western Europe is feeling like the Roman Empire’s ginger step-child. (It’s like the Republicans with the 1950s—it doesn’t matter if that world never really existed, the nostalgia for it is a force in itself.) This is why in the 9th century, you see the rise of the Holy Roman Empire, which sought to recreate what Rome had been, playing off the idea of Rome as this massive empire, the once-glorious, when Europe was the envy of the world.

(…Machiavelli will later use this idea—that Europe should be unified, centralized, brought together under a single, capable leader—to excuse his boner for Cesare Borgia.)

BUT. You know what has, unbrokenly carried the legacy of Rome since the 4th century? Constantinople! (Or, before Constantine slapped his name on it in big shiny Latin letters—Byzantium.) Constantinople that was founded by the first Christian emperor, christened Nova Roma, that remained untouched by the Ostrogoths and then by encroaching Arab and Persian invasions; that under Justinian took back Italy; that was torn apart by iconoclasm, but created extraordinarily beautiful mosaics and architecture; that was decadent and bureaucratic at a time when Western Europe was governed by the sword and the greased palm; that protected the treasure of the temple of Jerusalem.

Constantinople that prayed to Christ Pantocrator in its temple to wisdom, the Hagia Sophia (“O Solomon, I have outdone thee!” Justinian was said to have exclaimed when it was dedicated) and then turned around and argued Neo-Platonic philosophy in the square. The best of the ancient world, and a city of God, all at once.

(now, this is a very particular strain of historiography, which has little to do with what Constantinople was actually like, and a lot to do with the narratives that founded the byzantine empire—there are a hell of a lot of byzantine philosopher-historian-theologians who compare Constantine to Jesus, and who would see the parallels between Augustine and the civis morality that built Constantinople. It’s a good story, and so it stuck.)

Plus, you’ll recall that during this period, the papacy is going through—look, it’s not Rome’s darkest period because that’s a game everyone loses at, but it’s definitely in the running. The Saeculum obscura. The Tusculan Papacy. Pope Joan (although that one is secretly awesome, even if it was intended as slander against the papacy.) Priests didn’t just have mistresses, they had wives. And mistresses. And got their children appointed cardinals. Simony ran rampant. Heresy was everywhere; the papacy can’t get its shit together, and is pushed around by every secular power with a couple of folli to rub together or an army with obnoxiously pointy spears. Italy seems like the proof that Europe is just the fetid and Goth-infested remains of a once-glorious empire.

Even after the Gregorian Reform, and Rome starts to get its shit together and heads down the road to secular power and a centralized religious capital, it’s rife with corruption and there’s tons of political upheaval and every other decade has someone preaching against the evils of Rome. (The Evils of Rome was the medieval version of the US Senate Doesn’t Do Shit.)

And then in 1453, right as the Age of Exploration/Renaissance is getting into full swing, Byzantium Constantinople falls to the Ottomans. Not only has this capitol of Christianity, which has lasted 1000 years unbroken from the Roman Empire, fallen to the infidels (yeah, yeah, I know), but it was supposed to be the Wise one, the one that preserved all the Greco-Roman knowledge that Western Europe is just beginning to appreciate again.

so Byzantium (now we switch back to the Greek name because that’s ~mysterious and Greek and not boring and Latinate) becomes Christianity’s Alexandria, this site of lost wisdom and beauty, never dragged down by the political strife of Rome. It’s a mystical place, a theological place in the purer sense—there’s some exoticism here, undeniably, and orientalism, due to the place Byzantium occupied as a straddler of East and West. But “Byzantium” the idea, becomes this conception of a truly holy city—so much so that four hundred years after its falling, Yeats can describe it as “the artifice of eternity” and no one thinks twice.