do they live in the same bubble

“Here’s the thing: I grew up in Kentucky. I sold insurance door-to-door. I sold ladies’ shoes. I worked at an all-night liquor store. I would buy suits that were too big and too long and cut the bottom of the pants off to make ties so I’d have a tie to go on job interviews. I grew up understanding what it was like to not have health insurance for eight years.”

 
“So this idea that I’m somehow the “Hollywood elite” and this guy who takes a shit in a gold toilet is somehow the man of the people is laughable.”
 
 
“People in Hollywood, for the most part, are people from the Midwest who moved to Hollywood to have a career. So this idea of ‘coastal elites’ living in a bubble is ridiculous. Who lives in a bigger bubble? He [Trump] lives in a gold tower and has twelve people in his company. He doesn’t run a corporation of hundreds of thousands of people he employs and takes care of. He ran a company of twelve people!”
 
 
“When you direct a film you have seven different unions all wanting different things, you have to find consensus with all of them, and you have to get them moving in the same direction. He’s never had to do any of that kind of stuff. I just look at it and I laugh when I see him say 'Hollywood elite.’ Hollywood elite? I don’t have a star on Hollywood Boulevard, Donald Trump has a star on Hollywood Boulevard! Fuck you!”

—  George Clooney
— little monster | (m)

pairing— park jimin x reader | feat. kim namjoon
genre/warnings— smut, voyeurism sort-of, auralism? masturbation, teasing, switch themes
words— 8,844

:: summary— you’ve been good friends with your roommate Jimin for a while, occasionally flirting with each other, especially when you’ve had a drink, but nothing has ever happened between the two of you…until that is, he secretly listens to you and Namjoon have sex one day…He thinks you don’t know, but he’s wrong…

note— based on a request.

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Say It (Jungkook/Reader)

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre: Smut - Inspired by a fic written by Admin JP + Say It by Tory Lanez.

Words: 7.2K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: Honesty was a trait you had always prided yourself in being strong in possession of, something your friends and fans all admired you for; so the day you announced you did not like Jeon Jungkook, they knew your words were true.

Tags: Dance room rendezvous, slow and sensual sex against the dance studio mirror wall, etc. 


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Jealousy (Richie/Eddie)

Summary: In which Eddie can’t help but feel jealousy creep against his thoughts.

Prompt 97“Are you jealous?”

Prompt: 26“Open your fucking eyes, it’s so obvious that I’m in love with you!”

A/N: Thankyou for this request @wrongsmakethewordscometolife! If you wanna ask me for prompts ask away HERE. If you want to ask an ordinary request ask HERE. THIS IS HORRIBLY RUSHED IM SORRY BUT I HAVE SO MANY REQUESTS AND I WANT TO POST AS MANY AS POSSIBLE

Eddie sighed in frustration with tired legs, crawling back up from out of the water with the rest of the losers club. He fixed his white briefs and found himself standing up despite his legs practically wobbling from kicking them that much under water; this was because Eddie was in fact too short to stand up properly under the water.

The others sat down, stretching their limbs and talking quietly amongst themselves whilst Beverly set up the boombox and somehow managing to get music echoing from the speakers.

Eddie zoned out, watching as the water swayed lightly in the lake and a grin took place on his lips. He didn’t need his inhaler today, he was fine swimming. Despite countless times of his Mom telling him to always be extra careful in deep water because of how weak he is, he was strong enough to keep his head above water and that’s all that mattered to him.

Eddie turned back around, going to engage in a conversation with one of the others until he noticed it.

Most, if not all of the boys were staring.

Eddie followed their gaze, his jaw slacked which revealed his open mouth as he noticed that all of them were staring at a sun bathing Beverly, relaxed and in her underwear. 

Sure, Beverly was pretty. Very, pretty. But what made her so enticing for all of the boys to stare at her in an alluring way? She didn’t have the best reputation with boys to begin with, which surprised Eddie as he would’ve thought some of them would’ve moved away from the thoughts that were currently going through their minds right now.

Eddie couldn’t help but feel out of place, especially because the only reason he was staring was because he was trying to find out what made he so special? Was it because she was a girl? Was it because she was a girl in her undergarments? Possibly so. 

Eddie’s eyes then shift to his friends, eyeing the way they were all in a trance. As Eddie wandered his gaze over to Richie he couldn’t help but feel his heart strings twist and turn and he helplessly allowed a sigh to release from his nostrils. Anger filled his thoughts. 

What was so special about Beverly? If she was wearing more clothes then he wouldn’t be staring at her like that, surely. She was a stupid girl. Does Richie like stupid girls? Does he like girls in general? 

Just as he stares back at Beverly with distaste roaming his tastebuds, Beverly’s head turns and glances at the boys through her fashionable shades.

All of the boys, including Eddie, look elsewhere and pretend to engage in conversation to disguise their actions. Eddie quickly squirms his steps across the path to where Stanley was sat and switches the song to something else to cover up his own acts.

Beverly merely shrugs, before looking elsewhere.


It was later on that day when the losers were all packing up to go home; Eddie and Richie left earlier than the rest as they both lived on the same road a few houses away from one another.

It was silent, with Eddie still having bad thoughts about Beverly due to an unknown emotion taking over him, almost alike to selfishness. Richie on the other hand was chewing upon gum obnoxiously loud, his mouth open when doing so. He followed up his actions by blowing a large pink bubble, before sucking it back into his mouth. He repeated this a few times until the silence was practically killing him.

“You’re awfully quiet, Eds.”

“Don’t call me fucking Eds.” Eddie grumbled, tightening his fanny pack around his hips to prevent it from slipping down his legs.

Richie was shocked at Eddie’s sudden tone, not to mention that he had been quiet for the majority of the day up until this point. “Damn, no need to be a bitch about it.” Richie mumbled, pushing his glasses up with his middle finger towards Eddie in hope he’d see it as a joke and lighten up.

He didn’t.

Eddie simply rolled his eyes and walked faster. “You’re not funny and I’m not laughing.”

Richie frowned, walking Eddie closer and closer to his house. He was growing impatient with the boys temper growing, but he was determined to find the cause of his lack of happiness and find the core reason as to why he was acting strange.

“Eds, c’mon. Don’t be like this.” Richie bounced against Eddie’s side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

Eddie scoffed, ignoring the taller boys question and grabbing Richie’s arm and shoving it off him. “Go wrap your twig arms around Beverly, I’m sure she’d fucking enjoy that considering all you did today was stare at her.”

Eddie walked quicker now, his tiny feet pacing forth. A lightbulb went off in Richie’s head as well as his lips spreading into a knowing smirk.

Richie cleared his throat, “My my, Eds. Are you jealous?

Eddie stopped in his tracks, heat rising against the skin on his face and spreading to his ears and clothed chest. He turned around with an angered look on his face.

“J-jealous? What the fuck of Richie?”

Richie’s smirk turned into a sly one, walking closer and folding his arms. “You’re jealous of me and Beverly, ain’t ya’?”

Just as Eddie was about to protest, Richie walked up and pressed his finger against Eddie’s lips teasingly, rubbing it around over them to force a funny face upon Eddie.

“Don’t answer that, I don’t want you blushing anymore than you already are.”

Eddie was horrified, he didn’t know that the heat sensation over his skin was him blushing. Why was he blushing? 

“I’m not-” Eddie stuttered, before being shushed by Richie’s finger again.

“Is this why you’ve been ignoring me all day?” Richie tilted his head, his curls flopping to one side.

Eddie averted his eyes elsewhere, feeling the shame creep up behind his shoulder. Silence was the best option for Eddie.

“Hm.” Richie hummed, moving his finger away and standing closer to Eddie. “Can I give you some advice Eds?”

Both of the two boys stood in front of Eddie’s house now, Eddie barely moving head to nod as anxiety took over. The anticipation of not knowing what ‘advice’ Richie was going to give him was killing him; Richie was dragging it out purposely to create suspense.

Richie finally spoke in a soft and gentle voice, “Open your fucking eyes, it’s so obvious that I’m in love with you.

Eddie opened his mouth, only for Richie to once again cut him off. This time, it wasn’t Richie’s finger but in fact Richie’s chapped, gum flavoured lips merging against Eddie’s own smooth pair of lips.

Eddie was quickly filled with anxious thoughts, he thought about how many germs were in a human mouth. For instance, there are actually more germs in a human mouth than a dogs. Eddie hitched for a second, before somehow gaining strength and pushing the thoughts away as he trembled into his first kiss with Richie, the boy he was falling for.

Eddie felt the heat run down his shoulders and smothering his spine, sending tingles as he twitched his fingers against Richie’s cheeks whilst on his tiptoes. Richie confidently wrapped his hands around Eddie’s hips to hold him in place for the kiss. Both of the boys had their eyes closed as they enjoyed their moment in perfect unity.

After what seemed like forever, which forever was 10 seconds in this instance, both pulled away for fresh air. Their eyes opened slowly, Eddie looking up at Richie through his eyelashes and Richie surprisingly having flushed freckles over his dotted skin.

Both boys giggled, stepping away from each other awkwardly.

“So.. so uh- don’t get jealous.” Richie chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“i don’t.. I don’t think I’ll need too.” Eddie whispered, clutching his shirt for mental and physical support.

Richie smiled down at the boy, “Well.. goodnight Eds. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, Richie quickly rushed off with quick steps and his arms frantically moving in-between his steps. 

Eddie watched from afar, his fingertips touching where Richie had kissed him. The bubblegum taste lingered on his own lips from Richie’s, his tongue licking at his bottom lip ever so slightly to remember how Richie melted perfectly against him with no flaws whatsoever. How Richie made him feel negatively about Eddie by making him jealous. How Richie managed to sweep Eddie up and off his feet in the end. How… Eddie loved Richie too.

“I love you too.” Eddie whispered to Richie, despite Richie being very much so far away and couldn’t possibly hear Eddie’s silent confession.

With that, Eddie turned on his heels and made his way back inside.

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(May 2016)

a cluster of thoughts

dirty old man

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: the Reader is Tonys daughter and lives with the Avengers. One day she thinks she’s home alone, Bucky thinking the same. She hears someone moan and follows the noise, which leads to Buckys room. Curiosity takes over and that leads to mature actions.

Warnings: smut, big age difference, unprotected sex, rough sex, dom!bucky

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V E N E Z U E L A

With an amount of “voters” that never really existed, the government just declared complete dictatorship is just around the corner. It was already there, it has been for quite a long while but now it will be official.

I will never, as long as I live, NEVER forgive the lack of common sense and observation to all the evidence that pointed out that Hugo Chavez will only bring misery and hunger to my country, in those who voted for him in 1998. This is exactly what it was about to happen? You really thought it wouldn’t? 

Never doubt this is all his doing. It’s a different player, but it’s exactly the same game that was started almost 20 years ago. The same game that has taken so many lives, so much potential, so much innocence.

I will never forgive your envy, I will never forgive your ignorance, I will never, ever forgive your poor spirit that thought if he didn’t “save” us all, he would definitely fuck everyone up. You got what you wished for. I really hope you’re happy. 


To you:

Read the news. Step out of your fucking bubble and learn from other countries so history won’t repeat itself in yours. Stop thinking they can’t, stop thinking they won’t, stop thinking someone will stop them. YOU have to stop them. Don’t wait until is too late, the signs are already there. 

Muse - “No Skills”

hi guys!!! here’s the next part to the series :))))))

i’m about to put a link to a masterlist so it’ll be easier to navigate

ANOTHER HEIGHTS REFERENCE TITLE i know guys it’ll make sense the further along we get (unless ur already onto me)

anyways - like i said i am a newbie so any and all feedback is appreciated (roast me if u want)

summary: man, he was cute. right? he was so cute! he was sweet and tall and so so so cute and his name was… oh my god what was his name?

word count: 3150+ lmao

warnings: swearing bc i’m a sinner and even more motherfucking smiling (lin’s smile makes me weak in the knees and that translates in2 my work sorry about it)

oh god here we go

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One of the things that really makes me come alive and excites me is witnessing bold creativity. I’d like to think I’m an appreciator and a dabbler in a lot of forms of creativity. I paint. My dad was a painter, but I at least dabble. The same goes for acting, witnessing performances—especially performances where I’ll say to myself, “How did they do that?” And I’m an avid reader. I find the stories of the charities I work with tremendously inspiring. Also, they’re a great source of perspective, especially when you live in something of a bubble like I do.

Like an Angel ~ An Oh Sehun Series

An Oh Sehun We Got Married series

Not Requested

Genre: Romance // Angst // Smut (later on)

Summary: (of this series) Two idols, one show, one marriage. Can you and Sehun fake your marriage for the fans? Or will that fake marriage start something between the two of you?

Word Count: 3,500 words

A/N: Yay you guys correctly guessed the member! Like an Angel takes place in the same universe as Strangers, but Yixing’s version does not. Yixing’s version (which is coming soon) is in its own universe.

{Chapter one} {Chapter two} {Chapter three} {Chapter four, coming soon}



You look down at the very first mission card.

Your husband’s favorite colors are white and black. Make sure to dress in those colors!

Your eyes move to look at your choice of wardrobe. Everything they gave to you was either black, white, or both. Not caring about what you wear, you settle on a pure white blouse with black leggings. Looking at the shoes, you randomly pick up a pair of mary jane heels.

It was time. It was finally the time you got to find out who your husband was going to be for the next few months of filming. Well, fake husband. You had wondered about this show long enough. Was the hand holding real? Were the hugs real? Was the affection itself real? People had different opinions, yet you yourself had never really had one. Some people said everything was scripted, and others said everything was real. But what if it was in the middle? What if it was both scripted and real? You wanted to find out for yourself. So, after pestering your agent and manager begging them to get you a part in this show, they finally caved.

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Steven Universe Quick Asks 02

I was writing what I was certain was SU Quick Asks 03, but then I couldn’t find 02 anywhere on my blog. So at the risk of being redundant, I have it here. These were asked a while back and because I wasn’t able to get the original asker’s reaction, these are published anonymously.

1. Why does Garnet say “I can’t” in Know Your Fusion when Amethyst and Steven act suspicious?

Answer: At the end of the episode The Answer, Garnet was at her most vulnerable. She was questioning everything she knew about her past and what she was brought up to believe. At the same time, she was very uncertain of her future. In her eyes, Rose was one of the biggest authority figures who was willing to help her and guide her. Recall that in their exchange, the first thing Garnet did was bombard Rose with questions. What Rose tells her is, “No more questions. Don’t ever question this. You already are the answer.”

Looking back at the series, Garnet has never asked a question, and when prompted, as she was in Know Your Fusion, she says, “I can’t.” Garnet is living by this rule because it reminds her not to feel afraid or uncertain, because she is the answer. No matter what happens, she has to keep believing that Ruby and Sapphire’s love will continue to pull her through.

2. Why is it that in We Need to Talk, Rose kept laughing even after Greg asked if she respected him. That seems like the sorta thing that would raise concern when you thought there were none 

Answer: I sort of touched on this before. I think there are several layers of things running through Rose’s mind right now. Immediately before this, Rose was already laughing at Greg’s attempt at fusion. She says, “You can’t fuse! You’re human!” and then when Greg tries to convey that he’s concerned and looking down on himself by saying, “That’s the problem! I’m just a human!” Rose still thinks he’s kidding around.“I love humans! You’re all so funny!” When Rose realised Greg wanted to fuse with her, she thought he was setting up an elaborate joke because she thought it would be obvious that Greg knew they couldn’t fuse. And then for Greg to still try it, is like walking on a banana peel you saw on the ground moments earlier.

That’s why when Greg says, “I’m worried about the future” Rose just tells him to ask Garnet. She thinks the entire tone of this conversation is lighter than it is. You’re right in saying that it was a scene that raised concerns because we always thought Greg and Rose were such a perfect happy couple. We thought that after Story for Steven, they would fall in love, have fun, then Steven would be born. The reality is that it’s more complicated than that because they’re two different people with two very different backgrounds. 

Adding onto this is the fact that Rose isn’t great at reading people. We knew right away that Greg was showing vulnerability and uncertainty. He was feeling disappointed with himself and it made his end of the conversation heavy. Rose couldn’t see that and so when he asked whether she respected him, she thought it was a joke too. 

That’s when Greg asked her to talk to him like a “real person.” Because up until that point, it appears Rose was just being the stereotypical pretty girlfriend who laughed at all the leading man’s jokes, giggled when he said things, and rained down compliments. Greg felt their interaction was superficial. And his making her face the reality of their relationship, that Greg wanted a serious long-term relationship, was what got her to open-up and talk to him honestly.

3. What do you think was going through Greg and Pearl’s heads in Mr. Greg that caused them to break into tears when they looked at each other?

Answer: It’s likely a lot of things. On the one hand, they might have realised how much time and energy they wasted hating each other and making each other’s lives miserable. It’s also an emotional moment, since they’re reminiscing about Rose and at the same time realising how much of a difference Steven has made in their lives. It’s a moment filled with love and regrets but also hope that things can be made better. All those feelings were boiling underneath the surface and crying is a cathartic release for them. Words sort of failed in that moment and crying would have shown the authenticity of their feelings just as well.

4. Why did Jasper put the monsters in literal cages and not just bubble them? Peridot was shown to be able to do it, so why wouldn’t Jasper be able to? It seems like more trouble to construct the cages and corral the corrupted gems into them when she could just poof them, bubble them up, and throw them out like pokeballs when she needs to.

Answer: When gems are bubbled, they are in complete stasis. Like Bismuth, they would be unaware of the passing of time. Jasper’s end-goal was to build an army, and that would mean training a group of hostile gems to listen to her commands. That she could ride ashore in Crack the Whip atop a corrupted quartz means that the said quartz could recognise Jasper’s orders and act accordingly. That means time with these gems and having them become familiar with Jasper’s presence as an authority figure.

Putting them in cages was a cruel thing to do on Jasper’s part. She didn’t recognise the individual hurting in each corrupted gem. But it accomplished her purpose. Should she have tossed them out of bubbles, they would have run away in the other direction, away from conflict. What we know of corrupted gems is that they’re rather territorial and defensive. They wouldn’t stay anywhere near Jasper or would even attack her knowing their last memory of Jasper was the gem who tracked them down, chased them, and then poofed them.

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Hi Taylor! I am not sure if you recognize me but I would like to tell you something about me. I’m Kamila, I’m 24 and I live in Poland. I’ve been your fan for almost 10 years now so we can say that we were growing up together. In 2008 I borrowed an USB stick from my friend and I found your first album on it. I didn’t know who you were so I decided to listen to all songs. I was really capticated by your voice and melodies. I was curious who was that girl and what was she singing about. I started to look for the information about you online. Few months later Love Story came out, then whole Fearless album and that’s when I totally fell in love with your music. I started to learn English more intensely because I wanted to understand you. Your music has been my company during my whole life. You were here for me when I had troubles with my friends, when I fell in love for the first time, when I was heartbroken, when I was trying to find my old self and when I was trying to find happiness. Sometimes you were the only person I could ‘talk to’. Advices hidden in your songs and interviews have been everything to me and probably I am here thanks to them. My life has been crazy for last 5 years, I fell in love, I thought he is the one, then it came out that I’m not the one, he left and I wished he could come back. Then 1989 came out, you followed me on tumblr and your likes became something what made me feel better and motivated me to push forward. During 1989 era I saw you live for the first time. I travelled to Manchester and when I finally was in the same room as you I was the happiest cause one of my biggest dreams came true. Then one day he came back and gave me hope that we could be happy again. For the last two years I was living inside the bubble full of red emotions. Your albums helped me to understand that love shouldn’t be like that and they gave me the power to finish the most toxic relationship I’ve ever had. He lelft forever, but you stayed. I can’t fully express my feelings but I am really thankful for everything you do for me and for other fans. Thanks to you I found out what I want to do in life, (I graduated in August 2017, I got my degree and I’ll become an English translator soon). Thanks to you I got to meet the most amazing people and a lot of them became my friends for worse and for better. You still remind me that my happiness is important, my mistakes don’t define me and your Clean Speeches motivate me to reaching my goals and dreams, and to being brave and fighting for myself. Once I wrote this post on Tumblr: Someday Taylor Swift will hug you really tight and all your broken pieces will come back together. I know there’s a lot of deserving people, but you’ve taught me to dream impossible dreams, so I hope that one day I’ll be able to hug you and thank you in person for having such a big impact on my life. I love you so much, never forget that.
Kam, ultimate Red album stan (those songs helped me the most you have no idea).

richkid!jimin; this is what makes us girls

remember how we used to party up all night. sneaking out and looking for a taste of real life. drinking in the small town firelight.

[lana del rey insp. drabbles]

Jimin grew up in a world built by his parents with gold kissing the sole of his feet since he came to life. He was used to food that used up the finest of ingredients, thousands of dollars spent in meals and he’d still have enough to buy hundreds of yachts and have a roof over his head if he wanted to. If it wasn’t enough, God over blessed him with good manners, a face sculpted to match the meaning of adonis and mother fucking heavens take the wheel he’s smart, too?

Alright, that’s just not fair.

Well, okay, it is when he’s poor in one… aspect in life.

Experiences. He lives for it, dreads to feel the adrenaline in his veins, aches to have his heart broken to know what it feels like or to love someone to the point his heart can’t take it. He wants to experience the feeling of being free after feeling… trapped for so long.

He found the exit to his cage when he met you. Boy, has he gotten into situations he’s never imagined, the few that he wasn’t taught of to deal with until you grabbed his hand and ran full speed ahead like nothing feared you and truly, nothing did. Maybe that’s what excites Jimin most - the fact that you seem so fearless and taking life so carefree encourages him to do the same. He’s able to let go entirely and be human for once, without the pressure to excel at life from the moment he’s given one, Jimin starts to live with you.

And the clock to adventure is always ticking since it began with a handshake, now with… rocks against his window?

Jimin hastily gets out of bed, half with nervousness bubbling from within and the other of hope that it’ll be - “Y/N?”

“Are those your pyjamas? Really?”

“What’s what supposed to mean?!”

“I mean get changed, boy! We’re going downtown!”

He’s already moving to retrieve a conveniently laid out outfit to wear that matches your leather jacket and jeans. After doing this so many times, he’s changed in less than two minutes, locking his room door and unlatching his window to climb past the grill. He slots it back in place quietly and looks down to your gummy grin and arms spread out open in case he falls (now he doesn’t anymore but the first time was a god damned free fall to both your backs).

Jimin smiles sheepishly when you put your spare helmet on him and when you lock it in place, he leans forward to kiss your cheek with an angle he’s mastered with the bulky helmet on.

“Augh, my handsome man,” You shake your head, tapping the side of his helmeted head.

He follows your lead to swing a leg over the motorcycle and with a soft rev, Jimin’s surprised because you lived for the roaring sound of the engine. It seems like you can sense his confusion just as his arms sling around your waist, chin hooking onto your shoulder.

“Your mother still kinda hates me so, I’m trying to tone things down until she gets used to me,”

“She doesn’t hate you…”

“Jimin, I know when a person wants to throw a knife to my shoulder when I’m sitting opposite her during a meal. More so when she’s a female who carries a Chihuahua in her bag that both separately costs more than my college funds. No offense,”

“None taken. I don’t really like Coco,”

“Pretty sure we’re both thinking of different cocos here,”

“…let’s just go, please?”

With a smirk, you kick back the stand, “As you wish.”

((”you know my mom doesn’t hate you right? she’s just…”

“protective? yeah, i would too. if i was a billionaire and suddenly a random nobody who can barely pay for her tuition pops out of nowhere i’d be cautious too,”

“y/n…” he whines, burying his face in your neck as he pulls you close, dragging your body close to his on the grass that brushes against your skin to remind both you and jimin that out here, everything is forgotten. just you and him. him and you.

nobody else.

“you’re not a random nobody. if anything… you’re my everything,”

“…now that’s just cheesy,”

“you love it. shut up.”))

Jonsa Battlements Convo Analysis (for the worried shippers)

I actually wrote this when replying to a thread, but figured it would reach more of you if I tagged it appropriately and posted it as a meta (bear with me, I kinda suck at these). I see a lot of asks floating around about what many feel is Jon’s ooc behavior while conversing with Sansa, so I’m here to (hopefully) put some of you at ease.

I went back and watched the beginning of this ep. again so everything would be fresh in my mind.

So let’s start from the top at the Stark town hall meeting lol - Jon’s laying down the game plan, and Karstarks and Umbers come up along with the word treason (I feel like this is a good time to mention that this is probably a touchy word for Jon considering what happened on the Wall). So we all know the convo, we all know that Sansa interjects her opinion. She’s not wrong, but I’ve mentioned before that I agree with Jon’s reasoning on this matter. But, let’s break this down a bit more - a war is upon them and the WW are coming and Jon KNOWS they don’t have the numbers (as clearly mentioned when he ordered that girls/women would have to take up arms as well) -he needs everyone united.

Taking this a bit further, we all know that Jon’s KitN status is tenuous at best, and so he needs it to be clear to his “subjects” that he is a STRONG leader and that his say is the final one. At the end of this scene, when Jon talks about living by Ned’s words: “the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword” he lets everyone know that he’s been betrayed and executed men for not following his orders, but he’s also a fair man, and doesn’t believe in bestowing the sins of the fathers onto the children. It’s a moving speech really, and when he beckons the children forward and they bend the knee and swear to house Stark, the camera pans to Sansa’s face TWICE - the first time she’s looking up at Jon and then afterwards, her eyes are lowered and she’s looking down and the scene cuts with LF smirking in his creepy Chester way. Now, I get the impression that Sansa’s expression is ambiguous for a reason- and we are left to interpret it in two ways: she resents Jon for going against her, OR she realizes that what he says rings true and therefore lowers her eyes a bit shamefully (and maybe that’s not exactly the best word to use, but I hope you all pick up what I’m throwing down here -like when someone brings up a better point than you, and you know deep down that they’re right). I’m going with the latter, and I’ll explain in a bit more detail below.

I know I’m not alone here in thinking that Jon, Sansa and their advisors should have probably discussed this prior to the meeting, however, they are new to this “ruling Winterfell together” thing, and are learning as they go. I think the writers wanted to make that painfully obvious.

So moving along, and now they’re walking through Winterfell and Jon seems tense and agitated, walking a bit ahead of Sansa, as they hash out their differences. I reiterate: they are talking about it, NOT burying their disagreement and allowing it to fester and drive a wedge between them. That’s an important distinction, even though I believe the writers are trying very hard to tease a “growing conflict” between the two of them -but not exactly the type of conflict that you would see at face value. Does that make sense?

Sansa is more bold here in her home, she doesn’t have to keep her mouth shut like she did in KL -she feels safe in Winterfell, and safe enough around Jon to express how she really feels about things. That’s really fucking important you guys!!! And so, she DOES.

J: you are my sister, but I am king now.

S: will you start wearing a crown?

This is blatant sarcasm. Don’t let the power go to your head, Jon. He may be the KitN but she is also the true born heir to Winterfell, and NOT ONCE has she made mention of that or tried to wield her power over him. She just wants to be heard. She brings up Joffrey as a warning -he was a cruel little selfish shit who did what he wanted, when he wanted, with no thought to consequences or how it would affect others. He let no one question his authority. He wasn’t a good king.

J: do you think I am Joffrey?

Jon says this with utter disgust -in both inflection and his facial expression. He’s insulted, visibly upset, and it stops him dead in his tracks. Sansa comes around to stand before him, she looks away and sighs, her features soften. Of course Jon is NOTHING like Joffrey. She tells him so in a very sincere and heartfelt way.

S: you are as far from Joffrey as anyone I’ve ever met.

Jon thanks her sincerely for the obvious compliment and quickly looks away and down at the landscape. Why is he having such a hard time looking at her lately? Especially when he couldn’t keep his eyes OFF OF HER last season?? What’s with all this Starkbowl tension of an unusual kind?

Now earlier I said I’d explain why I felt Sansa’s expressions (and looking down) in the last scene meant I felt the latter -that she believed Jon was right in what he did even if she didn’t fully agree with it - what she says next pretty much seals the deal for me.

S: you’re good at this, you know?

J: at what?

S: at ruling.

J: no. (He sighs and looks away again).

S: you are. YOU ARE (I’m on mobile, so pretend my caps are italics for inflection instead).

Sansa is persistent. She really does believe he is a good King. A good man. Our sweet Emo Jon really has the lowest of low self esteem. He wants to be worthy of the name Stark. Worthy of Sansa. His expression here is so fucking important, guys! His eyes are downcast, and he drags them up to look her in the eyes. Sansa believes in him -the approval he always sought from Lady Catelyn (who Sansa is portrayed so much as very similar to her mother), who never let him forget that he was an (unworthy) bastard. And here’s where it gets sticky -

S: they believe in you, they really do (a sort of eye-roll) but you have to ….

Jon gives a sardonic shake of his head and a laugh to accompany it. He almost believed her and he feels like the joke is on him. Sansa asks why he’s laughing, because she TRULY is being sincere, but Jon feels like she’s just placating him. He brushes past her and starts walking again. Their gait is a bit slower now, but he still walks in front of her, explaining what Ned said/meant about “anything that comes before ‘but’ is horse shit”.

S: the world is dirty -father couldn’t protect me, and neither can you, so stop trying. (I can handle the truth, remember the chat we had about being honest with each other -heed your own advice Jon).

J: right. I’ll stop trying to protect you when you stop trying to undermine me.

S: I’m not trying to undermine you. 
(Dammit Jon, listen to me. I’m on your side.)

She grabs his arm and forces him to stop and face her. He sighs again, looks down at where she’s holding onto him, and again drags his eyes up her body before meeting her gaze (FYI: this in itself is a romance trope and it’s funny that the cameras pan in on her grabbing his arm -like “hey! See what we’re doing here in plain sight?”). She tells him he has to be smarter than Robb and Father -they were good men, honorable men, she loves and misses them, but they made stupid mistakes which cost them their lives (and she doesn’t want the same fate to befall you Jon, duh!).

Jon: and how should I be smarter? By listening to you?

Sigh. This is an asinine statement, and I agree, quite OOC for Jon, but okay, bear with me here, Jon needed to say something to keep this “tension” bubbling -and I think this was tossed in here simply for her reply.

S: (voice so very soft and imploring, her pretty blue eyes boring into him) Would that really be so terrible?

Jon sighs again -like a full-on, heavy body sigh. His own expression softens (note how closely and intimately they are standing now?) and he looks like he’s about to say something, and then they’re interrupted. (Ned/Cat parallel from S01xE01).

i really should be getting ready for work but right now i’m thinking about a life well lived. i want to become better, and i don’t mean i want a prestigious internship at an big tech company, or a higher gpa, or a book deal, even though all of these are things i do want. i want to become a more self-aware and empathetic person. i want to refine my critical thinking skills. i just read a few essays criticizing ivy league schools and the “excellent sheep” such institutes produce. kids who have great work ethics but are driven to succeed, but have no idea why they do the things they do. i always want to know why i do something, even if the why is not pretty. 

i’ve noticed this dichotomy. i guarantee that most of my friends and classmates, if asked, would admit that the college admissions process is superficial, that our society cultivates a culture where kids feel pressured to do certain things not out of sheer interest or enjoyment, but for their resumes. but all the same, these same people chase after markers of validation: that 5.0, that high-paying internship, that club leadership position. i look back on my high school experiences and i know that my awards served as anchors. i didn’t pursue them to boost my college apps; i pursued them to boost my self-esteem. i don’t know which falsehood is worse–using superficial symbols of success to impress others, or myself.

i don’t want to do things without purpose, and i don’t want to live in a toxic, elitist, ultra-competitive bubble. i’m tired of being in an environment where people talk about how smart someone is because he/she won an international olympiad gold medal, or got an internship that pays $10k a month, or took graduate math courses as a freshman, and nobody talks about if someone is kind or trustworthy or resilient. 

Maji Kyun Hoshi Fes Live - 2017/05/13 - Day 1 Report

*Do NOT repost*


I can’t do a full report because I’m too busy, sorry! ><,
But here are the most of the things that happened (it’s still long lol)


  • They all wore their character uniforms!
  • Shoutan did his hair like this for Monet!
  • Seeing Umechan in the uniform made me think that him and Teika really look alike XD
  • They showed the main parts of each character’s episode in the anime before their solos started
  • They never sang their second solo songs, or the coupling OP and ED songs.
  • Umechan sang 2 songs since he’s the only one with an insert song
  • Umechan was still a little awkward when performing XD
  • Onoyuu was so cute and cheerful! He came close, waving to us a lot!
  • Shoutan was at my side most of the time ^^
  • They had all the kirakira effects shown on the screen a lot
  • They all danced during their solos, apart from Umechan since his songs are ballads
  • I was super close to the stage so I could see that they had TVs on the stage which actually showed the next set list, corners and even the lyrics of the songs!
  • The casts all got along together so well and they seemed really close

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Forever | 22: Exposed

Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?

Word Count: 1337

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: (Throughout) Language, Gun Violence, Angst

Characters (in order of appearance): Reader, Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans

A/N: Only 3 chapters left!!!! I’m gonna cry when this fic ends, but I hope y’all enjoy!!! Reader’s POV; flash backs indicated/separated by date, in order from oldest to most recent; // - indicates break in time in same flashback; ALSO PD means present day but y’all smart anyways please read and enjoy!!!

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