does any one know the artist

Stuff kids on tumblr better relearn

1. You are responsible for your own media experience. 

2. There is such a thing as a healthy level of avoidance towards topics that make you feel unwell or even (in a real-life clinical definition of the term) trigger you - but you are the one to actively take care of what you view.

3. Avoiding does not mean policing others.

4. You have no right to tell artists to censor themselves - you may criticize what others do, you may dislike it, that’s fine - but actively asking for censorship when you could easily unfollow or block a person just makes you look incompetent in your use of the internet.

5. Do not give people on tumblr or /any/ website the responsibility for your emotional well-being. Because these people do not even know you so no, you have no right to ask them to take care of you.

BNHA Headcanons

Just some head canons I have

Midoriya

- Don’t challenge him to any video game. He will. Destroy. You. Does not matter if you’re his best friend. You’re going down, and he’ll smile the entire time.

- Animals?? Love him?? Koda low-key gets excited.

- Pretty good artist. He doesn’t do it a lot, but it’s one thing him and Bakouga have in common. Not that either know. (Thats a lie. Katsuki has seen him draw, but doesn’t comment. He’s a little impressed tbh.)

- As they get older, and he gets more stable with his quirk he just. Picks people up. Randomly. Todoroki in his way? Dat boi in the air and set down before he can blink. Iida ranting too early in the morning? Tossed over the shoulder and thrown on the couch with a very drawn out “shhhhhh”. Shoji cries the first time Izuku does it to him cuz he thought nobody could pick him up anymore. Piggy back rides are a regular thing by third year. Even Momo gets in on it. (They’re all low-key attracted by it, but no one saying shit.)

Bakugou

- Good artist. doodles mostly and doesn’t talk about it. 

- very big dog person. Cats are okay- he’d own one, yeah, but dogs are where its at. When he gets one later in life, people are shook by how well trained and affectionate the pupper is. 

- Tone deaf. No one takes him to karaoke after the incident.

- He likes?? Kids?? No one was expecting this when they went on a field trip to the elementary school. Kirishima kinda thinks its cuz he regrets what he did to Izuku, and is sorta trying to make up for it. 

- When no one is around, he listens to really soft music.

Todoroki

- By third year he is known as The Prankster. He’s gotten too comfortable. Everyone fears the 1st of April. Even Bakouga locks himself in his dorm. (The only ones safe are Izuku and Momo- but they help him in secret.)

- The sass master by second year. “Did you run all the way here?” “No, just briskly walking throws me into cardiac arrest.”

- Really likes small animals. Hamsters? Heck ye. Chinchilla? STOP HIS HEART WILL BURST. (But hes also scared he’ll accidentally hurt them. Sweet boi.)

- Ride or die friend. Will drive at two in the morning to wherever they hell u managed to land yourself at. Probably would help you hide a body too.

- This boy can’t figure out video games to save his life. Prefers chess and crosswords. (But will try to play for Izuku.)

- Surprisingly, he’s that one person always taking pictures. His phone is loaded with selfies of him and and his friends. The only physical evidence that he smiles. He carries a selfie stick around and no one lets him forget it (but he doesn’t understand why its so funny?? he likes taking selfies with his friends. :( )

Kirishima

- Unhealthy obsession with flower crowns. He has like 10 at his dorm that he wears around when they aren’t training. (He made them himself.)

- Rly good at comforting. best hugs. Well, after Shoji. Good listener. 11/10 would have as best friend. 

- Really likes fictional books. Especially action filled ones. Bakugou was v surprised when he was laying on his friend’s floor and looked under the bed to find. like. fifty books. They all have rlly colorful covers and outrageous plots, but Kiri will defend them to the ends of the earth.

- fav pass time is to just.. walk. Where is he? probs just walking around the school grounds. Has accidentally stayed out after curfew. Got an earful from Aizawa. 

Aizawa

- Makes some bomb ass tea. However, he prefers coffee or cocoa. Midnight regularly makes him brew the staff tea tho.

- Regularly daydreams about being a cat

- His apartment has one (1) picture hanging on the wall. Its of his cat. Mic gave it to him one year as a joke. The blond still cries a little whenever he sees it.

- he writes down and saves weird things his students say. He has enough material to make roughly 3 books filled with quotes. He’s planning to publish them when he retires.

Tokoyami

- Regularly gets attacked by birds. No. Really. It’s an actual problem. Birds are assholes.

- Both of his parents have regular human heads. His birth was very odd. And his dad couldn’t exactly accuse his mom of cheating, ya know? That would just raise so many strange questions.

- He’s not much of an animal person. The irony is not lost to him.

- Prefers hand-held games. He also joins Todo for chess usually. They are pretty evenly matched.


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EVERYBODY STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND WATCH THIS.

This is one of the short films made as part of the Legendy Polskie cycle (”Polish Legends”). Directed and designed by a CGI artist acclaimed worldwide, Tomasz Bagiński, the cycle aims to present Polish folklore in a new manner, and to prove that fantasy films can be done well (or better!) outside of Hollywood.

The goal is to combine modern, world-class filmmaking with… some of the more typical aspects of Polish-ness, not only where legends are concerned.

This installment in the series does not require knowing any particular legend, the English subs are passable (though it’s less funny, some of this stuff is not very translate-able), so it’s pretty accessible to general public.

Also, really cool.

For explanations of some things that may perplex foreigners, see below.

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YOI Fan Rec Friday

Hi! Thank you for all your requests this week! If you don’t see your rec, it means that it will be on next week’s list!

Rec’d by @theoneandonlyzoe and @streganicha:
Traslations on Ice series by Jenrose, Gen-Explicit, 101k (WIP)
The series begins with Victor’s point of view through the show, but then quickly moves into a post-season 1 continuation from several points of view.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Yu-topia Gentleman’s Club by Aradellia (CurtusPatronus), Teen, 45k (WIP)
Victor hadn’t exactly wanted the end of his long training day to finish at the bottom of a glass alongside his friend Chris, however he hadn’t expected Chris to drag him to a strip club, of all places. Of course, he also hadn’t expected to be introduced to one of the most alluring and blinding dancers he had ever seen in his life.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
You Set My Heart on Fire by whelvenwings, Teen, 34k 
Everyone has a soulmate. And everyone sees any marks on their soulmate’s skin appear on their own body; it starts with the first marks, drawn on by the midwife at birth. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a soulmate who replies, but Yuuri does, and he knows that he should feel fortunate - however, when he’s trying to make a living as a small-time painter, and his soulmate is the famous artist, Viktor Nikiforov… well, it seems slightly less than fortunate.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
heartbeat by shizuoh, Mature, 9.2k (WIP)
the warm bodies au where zombie viktor falls for human yuuri

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Rec’d by @xxxbladeangelxxx :
I Saw Your Reflection in the Waters of my Heart by Saingirl101, Explicit, 26k (WIP)
“I know it can be a lot to take in.” Viktor said with amusement clear in his voice.
“I don’t understand.” Yuuri said quaking slightly under Viktor’s gaze and warm hands, “Why would you ever want to meet someone like me?” He looked down. “I’m nothing special.”
Viktor’s brows pinched together as he let out a breath as if in disbelief, his head tilted slightly so the light of the moon reflected in his horns. “I have never thought of you as anything but extraordinary, Yuuri.”

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Rec’d by anonymous:
wires by mizbritishnyxian, Gen, 5.7k (WIP)
Viktor doesn’t go to Japan. He has a season off, mourns for a love he never had, and wonders if continuing is even worth it anymore. Maybe, somehow, he’ll find the one he’d fallen for. And maybe, somehow, he’ll be able to convince himself that they’re in love with him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Can You Hear My Heartbeat? by HQ_Wingster, Teen, 67k (WIP)
Whether it’s the tremolo of a note ringing out in the distance or a splendid duet between two individuals, music had a way of bringing people together. Music had a way of tearing things apart. Music had a way to express an open heart. Music had a way of gutting a life until everything bled.For one individual, music was his world. For music, it reunited a part of the world that he thought he had lost.

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Rec’d by @bookfreaksworld :
Seventh Heaven (The Lion and the Eagle) by NinjaMatty, Mature, 70k (WIP) **Graphic depictions of violence 
The war is over. Katsuki Yuuri just wants to go home and forget about it all. But his heroics brought him the unwanted attention of the Emperor of his nation. As a thanks for his bravery, he is gifted an Omega barbarian. He tries to be positive about it, but the present ends up being a poisoned gift indeed. Is keeping Viktor worth the trouble?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Senescence by Katyaton, Teen, 9k (WIP)
Life hadn’t been fair to either Viktor or Yuuri - A chance accident after the Sochi Grand Prix was all it took to irrevocably change both of their lives for good. However, when an innovative technology emerges that promises life after death, it seems they may have the chance to make everything right, despite the distance and years that have kept them apart.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
And we’ll keep moving, me & you by Natsumi, Mature, 3.8k (WIP)
Saint Petersburg is cold, Victor is busy, and Yuuri worries. Until he doesn’t anymore.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
we were together; i forget the rest by TrumpetGeek, Teen, 2k (WIP)
It’s in the moments between sleeping and waking, when he becomes conscious of Yuuri in his bed and in his arms -soft moments just before sunrise when he can hold out his hand and admire the way the gold creates shadows on his skin.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
I’m Right Here by merigold, Gen, 8.7k
Yuuri’s sick. Viktor’s more than a little charmed at the chance to take care of him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Fondue by BastetCG, elenathea, Mature, 55k (WIP)
Male dancers are not supposed to dance en pointe. Yuuri knows that. Everyone knows that. But he can’t help but want to. He wants to be graceful and beautiful and float across the stage. And if he can find the confidence to explain that to Viktor, Viktor might just be able to help.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Forgotten Memories by Otakugirl1228, Teen, 12k (WIP)
In this world there are such things as soulmates, a persons one true love. You will know when you meet them the clock on your wrist will stop at zero, and your entire world will fill with color for the first time. But what if your soulmate didn’t have either of these things happen to them? 

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Katsuki Floating Bicycle Shop by turtleduck, Gen, 1.2k
Victor likes Yuuri’s family’s cute little bicycle shop. He likes the view, the colors, and the fresh air. But mostly he likes Yuuri. Up on the floating island that is the shop, he finds the two of them stuck in their own little world.

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Rec’d by @saltprincevictor:
Tenebrae by unexpectedtrash, Explicit, 5.9k (WIP) CW: Religious content
Viktor is on his way to ordination. Yuuri is a novice Jesuit, devoted to music and to his order. They love God with all their heart, all their strength, and with all their mind

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Open up and See by rabidgopher, Not Rated, 2.9k (WIP)
In which Victor is in love with a stranger on the internet, and barely knows the boy who runs that rival bookstore.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:* *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Forged by Fire by Judchen, Teen, 4.2k (WIP)
Duelling is a form of art reserved only for nobility. With the help of Viktor, Yuuri plans to change that.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
An Honest Accident by undermyumbreon, Gen, 3.2k
After Yuuri completes his Short Program in a figure skating competition, he finds that he didn’t exactly finish it perfectly. Victor tries to comfort Yuuri and help him work through the embarrassment.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Unintentionally Yours by articas_ursula, Teen, 8.8k (WIP)
Yuri foolishly barges in right before Yuuri’s heat starts; Victor attacks him, thinking Yuri wants to steal his mate; Yuuri nearly kills Victor for harming “their pup”; Yuri just wants his skates back. We will proceed from there.

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Rec’d by @saltprincevictor:
Without fear, without metaphor by reginar, Teen, 6k (WIP)
Yuuri was never one to use more words than necessary. Underutilized it, even, his family and friends would remark. Still, there was a certain relief that came with easy communication. Then he started wanting to use words for more. He even ran his mouth quite a few times in the past months, much to his embarrassment. And he quietly admitted to himself that it came with the sudden barrage of Victor Nikiforov into what he expected to be peaceful life and probable retirement in his hometown.  

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The love behind a mask by Porkcutletkitty, Explicit, 5.3k (WIP)
Yuuri could still remember everything about the mysterious skater, who’s true identity was hidden behind immaculate masks. He remembered how kind and caring the man was and how it felt as if time itself would stop and stare when the man held him in his embrace. He also remembers how that world crumbled into dust when the mysterious man disappeared without so much as a kiss goodbye. It seemed that all traces of the man were gone from existence and yet four simple words brought Yuuri’s world into shambles.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
hailing frequencies by carnivores, Explicit, 5.3k (WIP)
In which Yuuri goes to Starfleet Academy, falls in love, stops a war, meets his soulmate, becomes a Communications Officer, and gets engaged. But not necessarily in that order. Also, Phichit seduces a Vulcan. Because of course he does.

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Rec’d by @yuurioniceismylife :
Stay the Night by Shadow_sensei, Mature, 6.3k 
Yuuri Katsuki spends a week sleeping at an old hotel in St. Petersburg, expecting nothing more than a comfortable bed and a clean bathroom. Instead, he makes a mysterious encounter with a man he can neither see nor hear, who can only communicate with him by writing in the dust, and whose identity is only divulged to Yuuri within his dreams.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Changing Shapes by stardropdream, Explicit, 14k
Yuuri thinks about kissing Victor again and starting over from square one. But Yuuri knows that Victor’s stamina isn’t as robust as Yuuri’s own, and he doesn’t quite feel bold enough to make demands while in Victor’s bed. But now that Yuuri is getting semi-regular sex, he finds that he really can’t stop thinking about it most of the time. 

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Rec’d by @exile-wrath and @umadosedefanta:
That Old Time Religion by Tawabids, Teen, 57k **Graphic depictions of violence
Yuuri is pretty sure that when an impossible stranger turns up and tells you he’s the god of victory, it doesn’t matter how good-looking he is. The moment he asks you to abandon your mortal life and come back to his mountain kingdom with him, you turn around and walk away.

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Rec’d by @ainiyuku:
For you, Falling by LiaoftheDawn, Gen, 5.4k
Yuuri’s uneventful evening took a sudden and unexpected twist after his friend and crush Victor Nikiforov came throwing pebbles at his window, eyes sparkling, smile bright with the promise of a surprise. “Surprising Yuuri is my thing after all, right?”

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Rec’d by anonymous:
An Autobiographical Account of the Gross Misfortune of a Japanese Economics Student by NotTheTomato, Teen, 6.4k
In which Yuuri has a Flair for the Dramatic™, there is sexually-charged academic debate, and cravats flutter in the rain - defying physics, but looking amazing.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
A Dog is for Life by teamJNPR, Explicit, 6k (WIP)
Never quite over Vicchan’s death, Yuuri has avoided getting a new dog. So when Phichit coerces him into dog-sitting for famous chef Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri is reluctant.But now Phichit’s made a promise, and Yuuri can’t back out now.(Victor, on the other hand, is ecstatic to find his new dog-sitter is this cute)

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Rec’d by anonymous:
One Hour Photo by youaremarvelous, Teen, 8k (WIP)
It takes an hour to develop photos, but it’ll probably take longer for something to develop between Viktor and the oblivious but cute cashier boy.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
blood is thicker than by icanhinatashouyoutheworld, Teen, 11k (WIP)
“You might be Yuri’s biological parent, Mr. Nikiforov. But I’m his father. If Yuri wants to go with you, that’s one thing,” Yuuri Katsuki’s voice flows quiet and dangerous into the room “but if he doesn’t, don’t think that you’re taking my child away from home,”

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Rec’d by anonymous and @i-am-here-with-stupid:
Signs of Love by dia_dove, Explicit, 122k
After being discovered by his peers as an omega, Yuuri runs from the world of figure skating. It’s only to see his friend skate that he returns to the rink one more time. When he runs into skater and alpha Viktor Nikiforov, his body reacts in a way that neither he nor Viktor expect.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Drive by proantagonist, Explicit, 12k (WIP)
A story in which two sets of best friends road trip across America together.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Ways in Which Yuuri Tries to Play Off a Love Confession by fuxked, Gen, 3.5k (WIP)
A collection of ways in which yuuri tries to play off accidentally confessing his love to Viktor in various settings.

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Rec’d by @theneverendingpurplesky:
(Don’t) Ring the Wedding Bells by cuttlemefish, Explicit, 31k (WIP)
As (loosely) inspired by real life, this is the wedding reception AU (you didn’t ask for, but will get) in which Yuuri Katsuki catches the bride’s bouquet and (shortly after) gets smashed at a wedding reception, then dirty dances with his best friend, (sort of) seduces a (hot) platinum-haired trust-fund baby named Viktor, and ends up being hounded for his identity (by said trust-fund baby and his friends and family) on social media.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
we are lost, but we are not gone by persephoneggsy, Mature, 26k (WIP)
The Dollhouse deals in fantasy, but Victor Nikiforov just needs one night. At least, until he finds himself wanting more. And it’s all because of Eros, the beautiful Active that’s consumed his every thought.

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Rec’d by @mariellis1d:
Grinkov by waldorph, Teen, 5.3k **Major character death
The 2022 Olympics were Yurio’s to lose.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Blackbird by sixpences, Mature, 102k **Graphic depictions of violence
The year is 1942, and Europe is at war. Captain Victor Nikiforov, an intelligence operative for the NKVD, has been trapped in Berlin by the German invasion of the USSR. Posing as a Nazi industrialist, his days are spent charming information out of Axis diplomats to try and keep the Red Army fighting another day. Yuuri Katsuki, a foreign-educated bureaucrat in the Japanese Embassy, has secrets of his own concealed beneath his unremarkable demeanour. When he uncovers Victor’s real identity, it will alter the course of both of their lives forever.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Never Look Away by gabapple, mamodewberry, Mature, 108k (WIP)
Everything Viktor knows and loves is tangled up in the world of competitive skating- a world that, for him, is quickly coming to an end. Standing at the precipice of the inevitable, he must decide how his tale unfolds: should he retire into quiet obscurity? Allow himself to be eaten alive by the younger, more vicious competition?

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Rec’d by @glass-o-lemonade:
Forever Love by shadhahvar, Gen, 5.9k **Major character death
After a long and happy married life with each other, Yuuri and Victor have raised a daughter together, seen her married, and witnessed the birth of their first grandchild. When illness takes Victor away from Yuuri too soon (ever would be too soon), Yuuri is left to work through grief and make the most of his life until he sees Victor again.

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Rec’d by @roseus-jaeger:
You have a Brother!? by RoseusJaeger, Teen, 3.6k
Katsuki Yuuri thought his date with Victor to the park would be peaceful until a very familiar-looking man decides to crash it.In addition, Victor gets hospitalized and Yuuri finds himself grateful this stranger showed up in their lives.

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Rec’d by @infinitely-skybound:
On Matters of the Heart by infinite_imagination, Teen, 15k (WIP)
In a world where magic is rare and soulmarks even rarer, Yuuri, the youngest prince of Hasetsu, has somehow managed to be born with both. His name means strength and courage, but he doubts he is enough to become worthy of his soulmate, or if he even wants them.


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How to become a good student (again) 3: Yearn for friendship - not worship; not debasement

Hello, fellow ex-good student!

‘tis done! This beast just got longer and longer, so I decided to cut it down a bit for the sake of readability. But let me know if there’s something that was too vague - the nuance might have got lost in the editing process.

Alright, let’s get down to business (to defeat! The Huns!)! So, if you’re an ex-good student, I’m pretty sure that you know this static in your head, right? Whenever you really need to do something but you just can’t get up and do it, so you keep procrastinating even though you hate it and keep scrolling and scrolling or gaming and gaming and feel more and more guilty?

Well, it might not be the most immediate analogy, but for this post I want you to consider that what connects you and your subject of study is essentially a relationship and that this static is (among other things) an indicator of how screwed up your relationship is. Just like with real people, your relationships with subjects can either

  • prosper and bear fruit (me & Creative Writing)
  • become cold and distant (me & French)
  • or, worst of all, turn sour and actively harmful. (me & PE, back in school)

Now, nobody likes to hear that they’re relationship-ing wrong. And it is true that different approaches work for different people. But here are the counter-productive relationships that I’ve personally ended up in and I’m gonna show you how I got into and out of them, so you can try to do the same. Maybe it’ll help you lift that static from your head.

Side-Note: Always remember that, since your subjects are just that (subjects), and not real people, you are the only one who can actually mend these relationships and, conversely, you are the one who screwed them up in the first place (probably with good intentions, though).

So, we’ll take them in this order:

1) Overeager Debasement

2) Undereager Debasement

3) Worship


(Oh, and in case you wanna catch up:

Masterpost 

Part 1

Part 2)


1) Overeager Debasement

What is it?

The desire to do everything, perfectly, at the same time, right now. Not to limit yourself to just one field of study, but to master them all, to reign supreme above knowledge, to keep your mind wide open to new possibilities, similarities and contradictions.
You overvalue your own capacities and undervalue the needs and difficulties of your subject.
(also refer to the first post for this)

How did you get here?

(read picture from right to left)

So. Many. Possible. Reasons.

  • it’s a cage. The idea of doing just one thing for the rest of your life scares you and you feel imprisoned at the thought of it
  • you know that you could be outstanding if you applied yourself
  • you know that you could be even more outstanding if you became accomplished in multiple fields
  • you want to find connections between fields nobody’s ever considered before
  • you feel like you’ve wasted your last few years and need to catch up to others
  • you’re afraid that you’re not good enough
  • you’re afraid of being ignorant
  • you’re arrogant

No matter the reason (I’ve gone through them all), people caught in this state of mind shovel more and more onto their plate.
And then wonder why they can’t swallow it all.

What do you think you’re doing?

A labour of love, most likely. You think you love languages and sciences and athletics and programming and cooking and hanging out with friends and being alone and so you just want to do it all!
You don’t want to limit yourself! You don’t want to lose any time! But there’s just so much and you have so little energy and ugh, if only I wasn’t destined for greatness, then I could relax like other little people, but no, I need to keep pushing! In every! Direction! At the same! Time!

I know your delusion. I’ve been there. You imagine yourself to be that one perfect friend who gets up at 6am, watches the sun rise, does yoga, eats a healthy breakfast, goes for a quick run, comes back home, answers all correspondence, is artistic for a few hours, then scientific for a few hours, then social for a few hours and ends the day with tiny masterpieces in each area, goes out with friends or family to grab a healthy dinner and goes to sleep, happy and balanced :)

Well, you know what, my starry-eyed friend?

What are you actually doing?

You’re the mental equivalent of a social butterfly.
You’re being fucking disrespectful.

You’re always on the run and never able to really commit to anything, because you’ve already scheduled something else afterwards. You’re shallow, deluded, that one friend that always comes in running, screaming “Besties  ~ ♥” and everyone shifts uncomfortably in their seats and smiles a painful smile and humours you, because they know you mean well, but they also know that you know nothing about them. 
You’ve never been there for them ever, but always expect them to be there for you. Whenever they want to talk about themselves, you nod and then proceed to about yourself and your plans and “ohmygosh, this is so nice, we need to meet more often ~ ♥ “. But at least you mean well, so they’ve agreed to keep it simple and on the “The weather is nice today”-level with you. 

But here you are, wondering why you’re not making any progress.
Mysterious.

So what do I do?

Well, you need to go from this:

To this:

How? More on that below.


2) Undereager Debasement

What is it?

This stage is what happens when you notice that your lofty ideals from Overeager Debasement cannot be fulfilled. You turn bitter, hateful, cold. You think you’re a failure, you think you were too soft. Instead of wanting to be friends with everyone, you now want to rule over everyone, fuck what they want.

You’re burnt out. You’re done. You just want to get through these stupid classes and catch a goddamn break, goddamnit.

And you WILL get through. You’re too proud to do anything else. But you don’t really care about any of it.
You just want to make it.

How did you get here?

If you were a good student, you probably heard at some point or another that you were “different” and that your complex and mysterious ways were not understandable and definitely not achievable for your average classmate.

Most people who tell you this mean well. A few want to make fun of you, but most actually do mean it as a compliment. But they don’t know how dangerous it is to hear it again and again, because regardless of whether it’s true or not, you start to believe it.
You start to believe that somehow, you have a higher calling, a higher standard. And you start to long for that day when your high standards will be met - when you will go to that one mysterious class where everyone is just as eager as you are, where the “Oh, captain, my captain!”-teacher will spark a fire in your brain that will never go out and when your ominous “gifts” can finally be put to good use for the prosperous future of mankind.


And you work.

And work.

And the class never comes.

You feel the weight on your shoulders when teachers talk of “high expectations”, you feel it crush you a little bit every time your friends tease you about your genuine fear that you might not get an A, that you might lose it all, that your “gifts” could disappear and you’ll be stranded and useless and you put in the hours, you work your ass off to keep that high standard, all in the hope of having that one miraculous class that never comes.

I realized that that class would never come when I entered university.

University, I’d told myself, would be my Arcadia, my Eden, my academic paradise where all my hard work would be rewarded!
Instead, I only found more drudgery, more incompetent professors, more disinterested students and even more bureacracy. To say that I was “disappointed” would be putting it very lightly.

I became disoriented and disenchanted. I realized that I could get through most classes with half-assed effort, I was hardly ever challenged, I floated along and hated every second of it. I blamed my boring teachers, the imperfect system, the teachers who had given me hope only for me to watch it crash and go up in flames.

What do you think you’re doing?

Being badass, cool and detached, most likely.

You dream of yourself as a master and your subjects as slaves. They bow to your will, they dance to your tune, you command them with the snap of a finger.

“Look, you slave of the system”, you say, lying on a velvet sofa, “Look, at how it hardly takes any effort for me to pass these classes! Look at how I spend my time doing things I actually like and that are actually worth it, unlike these stupidly easy classes taught by stupidly incompetent professors in a stupidly screwed-up system! Look at me, being edgy and drowning in self-hatred because I can physically feel myself gliding off the rails that made me so “special” and becoming one of the average people in the masses, haha. Ha. Ha. Screw academia, but still give me good grades, amirite?”

I know your delusion. I’ve been there. You imagine yourself to be that one perfect friend that never studies for classes, comes for three lectures per semester and still manages to get perfect grades because everything you do in school is, like, so five years ago. That one friend who has read all the classics in their spare time, has conquered and enslaved all the knowledge actually worth knowing, will quote obscure Polish philosophers you’ve never heard of and plays the piano with a perfect pitch. They’re the wisest, most culture-non-conforming people you know - they’ve been up until 5am, wandering the streets and drinking vodka from a bottle while forcefully pentrating the mysteries of the universe all by themselves until they finally fall asleep on a park bench and awake with an epiphany about Klein bottles.
They’re “special”.

What are you actually doing?

Caring more about appearing “special” than actually trying to be “special”, that’s what you’re doing.

But, look, what made you so “special” and “different” in the first place was not a “calling” or “gifts” or the fact that you wrote good grades and were destined for greatness.

Here’s a handy chart I’ll use later - you were lucky enough to fall into the green zone, lucky enough to be born with an innate respect and a love for learning. That’s what made you “special”. That’s what made you succeed. Not pressure, not warped ideals and certainly not the fear of failure.


But somewhere along the way you forgot that and only focussed on the results. You started to believe yourself to be so special that everybody else should cater to you.
The fancy titles, the awe-struck looks, the “You’re so amazing”s and the “The genius of a decade”, the planned Nobel prize speech and the prestige, the dream others had lovingly created for you and you had slowly absorbed and warped as your own? It got to you. Hell, it got to me.
And it became more important than learning itself.
Somewhere along the way, you and I, we became an arrogant and lazy assholes.

You looked down on your easy courses and homework and instead of recognising how lucky you are, doing it in a minute and a half and then putting in the extra work on top to dig deeper and to maybe contribute something of value and fun, you threw it aside with a snide remark as beneath you.
Of course it wasn’t fun. Of course it wasn’t challenging. You never even tried to make it either.

(And don’t get me wrong: I honestly do think that the education system as it is right now needs MAJOR reforms. But right now? It is what it is. And instead of making the best of it and doing what you once loved so much, you succumbed to societal pressures you found yourself unable to fulfill and said “meh”.
You cared so much about the fame and the title that the relationship itself didn’t matter.)

But this isn’t the master-slave relationship you imagine it to be.
It’s a trophy-friendship. Once upon a time, you got on really well with this person and other people loved your friendship. You fell in love with the ideal, with their connections, their money, their prestige, their name on a CV, and you stuck around just for that.
You valiantly ignore the reality of the state of things between you two
and take them out only when absolutely needed, only when things are this close to falling apart and so you keep walking a fine, fine line.
Whenever a deadline approaches, you shower them with attention and love and, gingerly, they open up to you and you see a depth and complexity to them that astounds you and makes you think “Imagine! Imagine how much more I could have seen if only I’d started earlier?”
But the moment the crisis has passed, you toss them aside once again.

Because this is enough to make your name.
You may not remember much about these nights or about the person at all, but the only thing that counts is that it will fulfill your “special” prophecy and make you a legend, right?

Well, always remember this:
(read picture from right to left)

You’re not “special” if you made it to university. You’re not “special” if you’ve made your name. 
It comes down to a simple choice: do you value appearances over integrity or the other way round? Do you dare to look like a fumbling idiot again when you start something new? Is the “appearing like an idiot”-part more important to you than the “learning/creating something new”-part? 
Have a think about it.

3) Worship

“Alright”, you’ll say, “Alright. I get it. So I’ll treat my “friends”/subjects with respect and integrity and I’ll take all the time and concentration I can bestow upon them, just as I would upon real friends. But do you want me to be like, uh - like…

What is it?

“…like one of those anime characters that lives only for their dream and gets up at like 6am, does the thing, talks about the thing, breathes the thing, goes to bed, dreams of the thing and then wakes up at 6am to do the thing?”

(Google: Did you mean Hinata Shouyou?

Yes, yes, I did, google.)

Well, no, I don’t want you to do that. See, that’s the other extreme and unless you’re an anime character, chances are that it won’t work out for you. 

How did you get here?

Personally, I was caught in this trap for a loooooong time. Anime offered me a new way of relating to my passions that neither my family nor my school had ever shown me: unabashed obsession.
I wanted to be perfect. I wanted to be obsessed. I wanted to give myself up to a higher ideal, something above human consciousness, something that would endure. I wanted to, well, get up at 6am, do the thing, talk about the thing, breathe the thing and so on - “the thing” in question being, of course, studying. I made elaborate plans, complicated lists, study-plans that shift on a daily basis and cover all grounds, I wanted to study for two hours before school, wanted to repeat lessons, wanted to give myself up to knowledge, made cool covers for my notebooks, made mock exams for my friends to use, planned to focus on each continent for a month and study it, planned to listen to one new composer each day, planned to go to the museum every week, planned to analyze Sherlock Holmes and think just like him, planned to - you get the idea.

I wanted to be like this:

What do you think you’re doing?

Being but a humble servant to the eternal workings of truth. Knowing thou art unworthy, yet suffering the perfection of study.

I wanted to go from 0 to 100, I wanted knowledge and wisdom to transform and deliver me, I wanted to feel enlightened, I wanted to feel my brain burning, pushing frontiers and breaking through to new horizons, I wanted to elevate myself to touch even the lowest levels of truth.
I wanted to do something noble, something worthwhile, something that could never be critisized and would always be valued, something with eternal meaning that would echo through the ages and I wanted to be even the tiniest cog in the machinery of mind.

What are you actually doing?

Being, quite simply, an idiot.

This is one of my favourite quotes (David Wong):

“There are two ways to dehumanize someone: by dismissing them, and by idolizing them.” 

The same goes for studying. As shown above, studying won’t work out if you do not treat your subjects with respect. Conversely, studying also won’t work if you continue to idolize it as work beyond all work and reproach, as the only true calling, as the realm of the genii and by self-flagellating yourself and repeating “I’m but a humble servant in your kingdom of reason and will never reach where you are, but will spend all my time trying to reach you.” 

Why? Because by saying “I’ll never reach you or be worthy of you”, you’ve already sealed your fate. Some students (no matter how well they actually perform) are stuck thinking that they are stupid and incapable of doing well. Others think that the trick is in the preparation and they undergo complicated rituals of finding exactly the right study spot, exactly the right study drink, exactly the right study time, etc. in the hope of channeling the connection between their godly subject and themselves, but it never turns out quite as glamorous as they’d hoped (once again, speaking from experience).

This is because you cannot force a true friendship if you think yourself unworthy of it. It will always be worship. 

And why are you worshipping?
Because it takes the pressure right off of you
. This always annoyed me about some of my fellow students. They treated becoming a good student as this miraculous and unlikely event that only happens to the #blessed.
I insisted that “no”, it could be done. “Yes”, it was hard work, but ultimately absolutely doable. But now that I’ve been in their shoes? I understand.
Admitting that you could have done it anytime implies failure on your part for not having done it. By saying “Oh no, it is so very complex and divine and a lowly worm like me could never hope to crawl in its shadows”, you shift the focus away from yourself and onto the thing itself. 

But this is a synthetic, manufactured relationship with a partner that does not even exist. It is, at its heart, a kyaa  ~ I hope senpai notices me! (๑♡⌓♡๑) - kind of relationship. It’s idolizing not a person’s true character, but their appearance, their aesthetic and the values that they represent for you. It’s not really listening to what they’re saying, but warping their words so they fit into your perfect idea of them.
Just, unlike with undereage debasement, you do not play pretend that everything’s fine and secretly hate the other person deep down - you honestly idolize them to heaven and back, so you could never possible reach them.
You’re using them to fill in the holes in your own personality.

And that … just isn’t fun? I dunno about you, but treating studying as something that must be done perfectly with exactly the right pen and the perfect face-mask after the right smoothie and in the right lighting by a window overgrown with ivy and with perfect concentration from the first moment and unwavering, knightly passion and exact planning from 6am to bedtime all because I know deep down that I will not be able to fulfill these ideals and thus don’t have to feel bad about not reaching them just … isn’t for me. I don’t like my relationships to be all overstructured and “perfect” and high maintenance like that.

I want my friendships and my studying to be authentic. And that means that sometimes it’s messy and sometimes it’s hard and sometimes it’s quoting Keats while lying on the floor at 2am in the morning and chugging milk out of a carton, but it’s real.
I truly do understand this longing to make studying look pretty and like a magical realm, because when you’re in the flow that’s really what it feels like. But the beauty comes along with the practice, not the other way round.

No, but honestly - what do I DO then?


Y’remember Hippogriffs from Harry Potter? That’s how I imagine my subjects. Approach them carefully, honestly, maintaining eye contact and as equals and they will respect you. This scene:

This scene is what I’m talking about. 
If you were in a worship-state, you would only admire them from afar, gushing over how beautiful they are, but sad that they would never deign to even look in your general direction. (think of all the subjects you thought would be way too difficult for you)
If you were in a debasement-state, you’d either try to make friends with all the hippogriffs, hopping from one to the other and forming no bond with either or you’d “tsk” disdainfully and try to force them to obey you against their will. (*cough* Malfoy *cough*)

If, however, you’re in the green, there will be mutual respect between you and you will be able to fly.

So what does it mean to be in the green? 
It means not to do any of the above, obviously, so 

  • take your time for and invest brainpower into each and every one of your subjects - be a good friend. Be there. Listen. Even if they have crazy ideas at 4am in the morning. 
  • appreciate your subjects and know that they are more than the teacher who tries to get you to know them. Sometimes, some people just have a really shitty PR department (especially maths)
  • don’t think too much or too little of yourself. You can do amazing things, but that does not give you the license not to do amazing things anymore, rest on your laurels and expect others to applaud you for it. 

  • some relationships take longer than others to build, but getting to understand someone who puzzled you from the first moment and challenged your beliefs will improve your own personality as well
    (side-eye at PE. Yes, I love you now, you crazy athletic bastard)
  • do it for the sake of the relationship itself, because you enjoy their company. Results are presents which, although very much appreciated, should not be the main motivator to keep you going.
    This essentially means that you should think of studying as hanging out with a friend - already makes it seem so much more inviting and way less daunting, does it not?

    (Logic and I, being saltmates. Real friends judge other people together)
  • be aware that all friendships go through rocky patches and some subjects might take a while to warm up to you or you to them. But if you think that it’s worth it, then you gotta power through that. If you don’t think it’s worth it, you gotta be brave enough to say good-bye. 


Look, what I’m actually saying is … be Souma Yukihira from Food Wars.

Food Wars is a crazy and at times pretty pervy manga/anime, but I’ll be damned if it isn’t also one of the best pieces of fiction I’ve ever consumed and if Souma isn’t one of the most admirable main characters I’ve ever encountered.  

The relationship between him and cooking is filled with trust, love and equality. He trusts his cooking skills, because he knows that they have spent a long time together - cooking won’t let him down and he won’t ever let cooking down by stopping to look for ways to improve.

That doesn’t mean, however, that he’s always deadly serious - he loves to play around with cooking and to try ridiculous new things. He never forgets the joy that even the simplest form of cooking brings him. 

There’s one great episode where he puts his life as a chef on the line and someone fearfully asks him what he’d do if he lost. He shrugs and says he could become a lawyer or a teacher or something. So while he loves cooking profoundly, he does not worship it and he knows that there are other relationships he could build up if he had to. He just …doesn’t want to, because cooking is his bff. 

He loves to take on challenges to see how far he and cooking have come -

- and he takes challenges very seriously -


- but takes it even more seriously if he loses -

- and nonetheless knows that they are stronger for the challenges they have faced together. 

So, yes, this is what it means to be in the green. Cherish your friendships, hang out together, be honest, funny, clever, curious and you. 

You’ll be surprised at how much fun the two of you will have, now that all the pretensions and pressures are gone. 

Just …hang out and have fun.

(and maybe watch Food Wars!, because damn, Souma is the MVP of my inspirational heroes)

Have a great day and I’ll see you in the next (and hopefully shorter) part 4 :)

Rey has to kiss Kylo - not the other way around

Does any one know the artist of this gorgeous pic below ‘cause I’m going to stick my neck out and say this is what I want for the Reylo first kiss. It looks to me like Rey is kissing Kylo, not the other way around. I would really love to see this. Sure, I want to see Rey take the initiative because ‘why the hell not’. But I also think Kylo doesn’t see himself as being loved or lovable - especially after the end of TFA (rejecting his father’s love in such dramatic fashion and being rejected by Rey). If it was Rey who kissed Kylo then what would that say to him - that he can be or is loved. Luke already showed us that love of one kind can turn someone away from the dark side. I want to see Rey’s love turn Kylo away from the dark side. 

I understand that it sucks when you can’t afford to pay for things you love. It really, really does! And it’s kind of a shitty move when something that was once free moves behind a pay wall.

But at the same time, artists deserve to be paid. That goes for the people you love to watch, who create the things you love to consume, as well as the artists you know in fandom. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with artists saying “here’s a venue that’s willing to help us financially to do some of the things we love, so let’s create new stuff exclusively for that venue.” It sucks that the audience for those things is limited by people who can pay for them, but … until someone smashes capitalism for good and makes it so that none of us have rent or utilities or food expenses, that’s the way some things are going to be. 

Artists deserve to be paid. Art costs money, in many many ways, especially when you’re making it for a larger audience. It sucks if you don’t have the money to pay for art you love, but the answer to that is not to bitch at the people making the art. They don’t owe you free art or free entertainment. No one does.

gorillaz: 

  • has mentally ill characters
  • complex storyline
  • shows growth in relationships
  • 3?/4 members are poc (i dont know if murdoc has a canonly confirmed race & i personally don’t think he’s white passing)
  • collaborate with artists from all genres of music
  • woke as hell???
  • generally sweet fanbase
  • easy to enjoy
  • no community gatekeeping
  • was literally made to parody the fact that people will listen to any music just because that person is popular

twenty one pilots: 

  • You’re literally fucking retarded if you think Gorillaz is actually better than twenty one pilots. Tyler Joseph pours his heart and soul into his music and songs. All Gorillaz does is sing about drugs, sex and nonsense. I’d like to see Gorillaz release a whole album that does well and not just two songs. The clique is such a tight knight community of people with black hearts and golden blood. We can change the world. All you Gorillaz fans can do is fantasize about animations and suck dick.
  • I hate to break it to you bitch, but my fren is right. The clique is so much better than the Gorillaz fandom. You may mock us and make us into copypastas, but we’re more powerful than you can imagine. We have to choice to write such meaningful words that you wouldn’t understand. We all have guns for hands and have the power to reach out to those in pain to cease their pain furthermore. You can’t stop us, we’re the few, the proud and emotional. We are the clique. |-/
Gavin Creel won a Tony

When this sentence became a fact I felt so incredibly happy for this amazing performer, artist, and person. However, I checked the tag of his name today, and found a lot of negativity around it, and honestly, I can’t believe it. A lot of this seems to purely revolve around the fact that there are so many people who are so passionate about Falsettos and really don’t know that much about Gavin Creel just because they haven’t been following Hello, Dolly!. So now we have a list of why Gavin undoubtedly deserved this tony and you shouldn’t say anyone else was robbed (this year or ever).

I beg that if you think that anyone was robbed this year, that Gavin shouldn’t have won, or just don’t know much about Gavin Creel that you continue reading.


  • The whole point of nominating people and not just choosing one person is that ALL of the nominees deserve recognition for their work. so to say that one is not deserving (especially the one who won) is sort of fighting an uphill battle.
  • A lot of people were saying that Gavin robbed the award from the other nominees. The truth for Mike Faist is that he just debuted and is still young. He has a lot of chances to win later in life, and may even be too young to have garnered enough attention for his performance this year. As for Lucas Steele, this is only first major role on Broadway anyway, so it makes sense that he may not be as well known in the community yet either. Obviously, a lot of the attention went to Ben Platt and Rachel Bay Jones for DEH, but Mike’s performance still earned a nomination, so clearly he’s not doing terribly.
  • The Andrew Rannells argument is a bit more complex since a lot of people are saying that he “should have won his first tony” for a plethora of reasons. Let’s go into them.
  • Andrew Rannells made his Broadway debut in 2006, so he’s been working his way up to a Tony. Well, Gavin Creel made his debut in 2002 for originating his role in Thoroughly Modern Mille. He didn’t win that year and that may have been partly because the title role earned Sutton Foster her first Tony (and this year she literally presented his. COME ON, IT WAS PERFECT), and one for Harriet Harris as well in the featured actress category. That’s almost a DIRECT parallel to DEH. (I’m telling you guys, it’s really all about timing.)
  • So, of course, we all know Andrew Rannells was also nominated for a Tony in 2011, so that furthers the argument that he deserved one this year. Unfortunately, following that argument again leads to the fact that Gavin Creel has been nominated twice before this year anyway, so he wins by tally, if that mattered. But it doesn’t.
  • One of those nominations for Gavin went to his work in Hair, which as far as I’m concerned, is sort of when Gavin was “robbed” by the boys who played Billy Elliot. However, it was the year for them, and Hair was a bit of an underdog that year anyway, but it’s all about timing.
  • Last year, Gavin was in She Loves Me along with Laura Benanti, Jane Krakowski, and Zachary Levi, who were all nominated for Tonys. Gavin was not. To me, this qualified as a snub, but it made sense that he wasn’t nominated since his performance really kept the attention on Jane’s, which is partly why I thought it was so brilliant, but I digress. It wasn’t the right time.
  • A lot of the disappointment was towards the fact that Falsettos didn’t win anything, but the truth is that Tony Awards usually goes to shows that are still running. It helps sell tickets and gain attention. A lot of Broadway fans saw Falsettos, and considerably less have seen Hello, Dolly!, which is still sold out every night. This is because those seats are going to the critics, Tony voters, and the “insiders” of the community that decide who the award goes to. Those people chose Gavin as a winner, but they also chose Andrew and all the other men as nominees.
  • Also, a lot of fans were so surprised that Gavin won, but really, it was predicted by a lot of notable sources. I think Tumblr and social media in general sometimes create a vacuum of only fans and similar perspectives on theatre. To add to that, Gavin doesn’t use social media (he prefers to be in the moment. Guys, you really can’t hate him) so it makes sense that some fans may not be familiar with him, since that is a lot of fan’s only access to Broadway.
  • Another fact of the matter is that Gavin has been working in the theatre essentially his entire career. For sake of comparison, Andrew has made some transition to television, which I think is awesome. Something to keep in mind is that Gavin has been making his way through the theatre community for a while, meeting people who could vote for him to win an award, and actually did when he played Elder Price in London.
  • I believe Andrew Rannells deserves a Tony, and I believe each nominee deserve a Tony. I believe lots of people do. One of those people is also Gavin Creel. The truth is, careers are not built on or for Tonys. Some careers are helped by winning awards, but the best people really are not in it for the awards, so the fans shouldn’t be either.
  • In conclusion, go listen to Gavin Creel on the Millie, Hair, or Hello, Dolly! recording. Better yet, listen to one of the performances for which he wasn’t nominated, such as She Loves Me, or Bounce. If you still don’t trust that he’s deserving, go watch a bootleg of Hair, or even just the Tony performance. And if you still don’t believe it, go watch one of his interviews. When there’s a solid interview of Gavin talking for 30+ minutes you can tell just how intelligent, kind, and artistic he is, and just why those Tony voters trust that he deserves an award.
  • Have I won you over? Has he won you over? Okay, now go discover artists that you don’t know about and respect all the art that so many people have cultivated. That art is so much more interesting than any award, but when someone who is so great at it does get one, celebrate it.
Caffeine Challenge #15

“It’s kind of like the Hangover,” Selene observes. She’s not even breathing hard, power walking down the hall of their hotel in heels like she does this every Friday night. “You know? That move with Zack Gal–”

“Oh - my - god,” Heather pants, fingers twisted tightly in the fabric of her skirt so that it doesn’t get caught under her wedges. “Oh god, we’re in a dude movie!”

At the head of the pack, Ryan stops, spinning on her stiletto to glare. She’s the only one in a dress short enough not to have to hold it and she puts her hands on her hips.

“We are not,” she hisses, “in a dude movie. This isn’t like the Hangover because we haven’t lost her!”

Heather and Selene look at each other and then back to Ryan. They’ve been following her lead all night, respecting her place as maid of honor, but Ryan knows it’s only a matter of time before that changes.

Witches don’t particularly like playing follow the leader.

“Well,” Selene says at last, “do we know where Kim is?”

“No,” Ryan says, “but–”

“Has she responded to any of our messages?” Heather asks.

Ryan pulls her phone out of her cleavage to check her messages and winces. “Well, no, but–”

“Does anyone remember what happened this afternoon?” Selene asks.

Heather wrinkles her nose. “There was a unicorn? I think? Or a donkey with a very convincing aura.”

Selene does jazz hands. “We lost the bride and we’re in the Hangover.”

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Idol AU!/ Childhood friend/ Fluff/ One-shot/ Request
Warning: None

Synopsis: You, dear reader, are an idol. Your debut was a pure success but behind your ambition is hiding something. A dream that can now be realized. You can meet him again, maybe now he’ll notice you?

FIC


🌻 {NOT TODAY}
Ship: BTS x Reader x GOT7
Apocalypse AU/ Romance/ Action/ Kinda gore?/ Survival
Warning: Involve mention of violence, blood, panic, cannibalism. 

Synopsis: One day, everything was just fine; you had a crush named Jung Hoseok, school was incredibly boring and had a bestie to tell your secret. The next day you had no best friend left, you can’t escape the city and you’re trap there, rotten cannibal corps roaming around as only company. You were alone, until you met a group of seven guys that were going to your school before everything went nuts. Since then, problem wouldn’t stop coming by even though you would tell them; Not today.

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🌻 {FOR THE SAKE OF DANCING}

Ship: BTS x reader 
Dance AU/ Romance/ Friendship/ Fluff/ Ballet&Hiphop
Warning: None, except if you don’t like dancing and all.

Synopsis: Your little world turned around one thing: dance. You were not one of those gracious ballet dancers, even though you weren’t bad in ballet, or anything, just a street dancer. You had your little gang and your dream was to reach the high international competition of hip hop dancers with your friends. Little the problem is, you have no money to train in a studio and that is bad. You all worked more hour for more money but oups.. you still had college to pay. Until one day, there’s a slight turn in your destiny and let me tell you it is probably for the good.

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🌻
{UNDERWORLD}

Ship: BTS x Reader x GOT7
Gang AU!/ School/ Drug/ Violence/ Blood/ Smut
Warning: Drug, violence, blood, fight. Maybe smut later~?

Synopsis: Your parents had to go away for affair and so you had to move city to live in a crowded city. You hated it honestly and you already missed your four friends; Lisa, Jennie, Rosé and Jisoo. Each evening you’d talk with them late at night, this was just until you had to start school again. The summer break over, you headed to school. You had a bad feeling about this school and it sickened you to restart over with friendship. What you didn’t intend was that your life would take a dangerous turn and that may be even more worse than what you thought, or maybe not?

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🌸{PIRATE}

Ship: Pirate!Mark Tuan x King’sDaughter!Reader
Pirate AU/ Adventure/ Romance

Warning: Profanity? Alcohol because you know pirates…, Cliche

Synopsis: How much did you hate this stupid life? Too much to be frank. Your father, the king, just married you to this guy you don’t even know, named Jeongguk. Heck, he was beautiful that wasn’t the problem but you couldn’t stand the poor guy. You always were running to hide in the city, not wanting to see him. Until one day, a slight change twist your ‘running away’ plan for a ‘let’s escape’ plan. Why are you helping that stranger to get away anyway?



🌸{SEEKER LOVE}

Ship: Gryffindor!Taehyung x Slytherin!Reader
One-shot/ Romance/ Hogwart AU
Warning: None?

Synopsis: Being a Slytherin wasn’t easy already but being the seeker of Slytherin was even more difficult. Ah- you couldn’t stand the Gryffindors especially one. Kim Taehyung, the seeker of this particular house. Aish, you hated face him in a match. He was always trying to drive your attention away from the snitch, that ass. How could you win in these circumstance? Just wait for him to see what you can do.



🌸{CARE OF THE MAGICAL CREATURES}

Ship: Newt Scamander x Hufflepuff!Reader
One-shot/ Romance/ Hogwart AU
Warning: Movie spoilers maybe?

Synopsis: Newt Scamander, your undying crush. Ah your poor heart. How will you manage to work with him in Care of The Magical Creatures class? 



🌻
{TWO IS OKAY, THREE IS TOO MUCH}

Ship: Leta Lestrange x Newt Scamander x Reader
Romance/ Cheating/ Magic
Warning: Mentions of cheating.
Requested: yes.

Synopsis: Your life was just perfect; you loved it. You had the dreamed job you ever wanted; you studied magical creatures. That’s exactly how you met your now boyfriend, Newt Scamander. You two were happy just until someone showed up. 

Part 1



🌸
{PARTY BEAST}

Ship: Jungkook x Reader
School! AU/ Badass Jungkook?/Hate-love story
Warning: Not sure yet.

Synopsis: Jungkook and his friends wouldn’t stop party. And guess what? He’s your neighbor. You being kind of nerd, can’t stand his way of acting. Of course, the day you minded up to tell him to shut his loud music down, everything turned mustard.



🌸
 {RED RIDING HOOD}

Ship: I’m not sure yet, it plays between Wonho and Taehyung or Jungkook and Kihyun x reader fic. (So MONSTA-X and BTS fic)
Werewolf AU!/Medieval time au?
Warning: blood, murder, smut?

Synopsis: You lived in a village where everything used to be peaceful. Keyword; used. Seven hundred years ago, that’s when it all started. Each full moons someone would get killed. No one wanted to help your village. It took seven hundred years for a priest to come try to help you. But your problems wouldn’t stop there. Trust me.



🌸
{WOLF IN SHEEP’S CLOTHING}

Ship: Taehyung x Reader 
Werewolf AU/ Modern AU/ Mate AU
Warning: Blood/Murder/Future smut
Going out: Around the 21st of July

Synopsis: You hated him for leaving you behind but what happens when you discover that in the end you’re made for each other?

anonymous asked:

I'm still in my first play of DA:I and I have put off playing what pride had wrought for like 2 months because I heard Solas break ups with the inquisitor right after 😭 any advice? From Red or Solas?

Listen, going into the Solasmance already knowing what happens is like jumping off the cliff and then asking “does one take fall damage in this game?”. 

All I can say is that you will take that fall damage but if you’ve been paying enough attention, you won’t mind breaking all your bones for Solas. 

-Red

PS: On a more serious note, his romance it’s more complicated than it seems. Definitely more complicated than “he’ll break up with you just because”. So don’t give up on him just yet. And, for what it’s worth, he’ll love you eternally regardless. 

like for real? where are the FAHC aus where they actually do jobs that are relevant to their behaviour and interests

Sniper Gavin who is literally scared af at the thought of being in an actual fire-fight and freaks out if someone hands him a pistol because “what if I shoot myself in the foot Geoffry?”  

Ryan who starts out as a bored tech guy who’s maybe wishing he had made his way to NY to pursue broadway and shit, there’s a thrill in kicking down security systems and is probably satisfied af when he figures out how to bypass security pads and taze guards.

 Con artist Jeremy “I’m not rowdy” Dooley, who somehow makes the most flamboyant characters fit into any situation, can do a bunch of voices and accents, but always, always knows that if he’s caught, if something does go wrong, it takes one decent swing to stun someone and then he can fucking leg it.

Geoff who’s happy to let other people come up with the ideas and just do the leg work, willing to be the mild-mannered, easy going face of the crew, to act like a leader to keep the target away from the others, but he’s closer to a figure head who knows his way around a few guns and can talk circles for a few minutes.

Jack who’s happy to follow orders, but can be counted on to do his own thing when it’s needed, who’s just as much a wild-card as Michael and Lindsay because Jack’s so sweet, and soft…. but he obviously ended up in this line of work somehow. Jack who’s mostly patient, and repeatedly calls out the shots and people’s jobs, who keeps them focused enough to get the job done.

Michael looks at uneven odds, says “Fuck that!” and dives on in there any way, because he trusts that, in the moment, someone is going to have the right idea, or they’ll go out together. (It’s usually him that gets them through it)

anonymous asked:

And for the head canon part: Do you have any head canons on the way each amis organizes their books/book shelves?

I don’t really have for all of them, but here’s what I got! 

  • Bahorel, as I think I’ve written in a precedent story, puts all his scandalous books (so, most of them), in plain sight in his rooms. Sexy books meets Censured Political books, trashy Romantic Romances surrounds even more political books. He’s got a few cooking books and “women books” here and there, too; he doesn’t really have a system to organize them, he just really likes putting vastly different sort of books next to each other. He has law books, but they’re hidden under his bed and Prouvaire, who found them once, is sworn to secrecy about them. 
  • Combeferre’s bookshelves are basically an ode to his personality. It’s like, “show me what books are there and how they’re placed and I’ll tell everything about yourself and your beliefs” basically. Combeferre does not organize his books by authors, or by colors, or format, but by subject - sort of. Of course there are so much books, about so many subjects, and Combeferre might get distracted and put them back on the wrong shelves. Really, when it comes down to it, despite being a totally unconscious thing, Combeferre’s sole real organisation is: “This book is on the Top Shelve because this is a Fascinating Book I agree with; This one is on middle shelve because while fascinating, I cannot know for sure this hold any truth” and “This book is at the bottom because it is Wrong and I’ve spend an entire night writing how wrong it was on every page or so” (a few dictionaries are there)
  • Prouvaire has bookshelves, and Prouvaire has books. Why would he ever combine the two, however, is a mystery to him. His bookshelves are full of plants, exotic objects, paintings, etc. His books are all over the place. On his desk, in is bed, in the kitchen, under the couch, on the couch, on chairs, on the ground as a pile - and the funny thing is, Prouvaire is able to tell you where everything is; you’ll be in the middle of a conversation and he’ll be like “oh i need to show you this book of poems” and there he will go, disappear behind a big armchair that’s in the corner of his living-room, and come back with the book a few moment later like nothing. Pretty sure if any books  find themselves in the bookshelves, it’s not one of his, it belongs to a friend.
  • I don’t have particular head canon about Feuilly’s bookshelves, but I know he’d be the one who organizes it the most properly (with Enjolras, probably). He loves books so much he takes care of them like one might take care of beloved plants; they’re organized in the most efficient way, and yet very artistic too, probably, though Feuilly does not realize it. There is also, always, two of three books near his bed - books he’s currently reading, generally borrowed in his friends’s eclectic book collections. 
On why I don’t allow reposts even with credits

Translations via Google Translate:

First comment: “Oh. For the first time I see how the American (or not) artist mentions VC on the art.”

Third Comment: Do not copy, it’s said … Although I do not want to blame for this, but … I wonder why they do not want to copy the creations? The author is specified.


First, let me get this out of the way. To the first comment: No shit Sherlock. I have to mention VK (or BK or whatever) because you guys keep taking my art. Clearly it’s not working though.

Okay, now onto the main point, which is my response to the third comment. Sometimes when I decide to contact a reposter instead of reporting, they will say something along the lines of “Well, I credited you.” Sometimes they’re polite about it. Sometimes they’re downright rude. Regardless, crediting does not give you an excuse to repost.

In an ideal world, credit would always be given where credit is due. However, we are far from being ideal. Let’s suppose our first reposter credits me. Good. Now let’s say the next person comes along and sees the first repost and decides to repost that post. Multiple things can happen here:

  • They repost with correct credits to me.
  • They repost crediting the first reposter.
  • They repost without credits.
  • They repost saying “Credit to the artist or whoever.”

Obviously, the ideal scenario would be the first. But like I mentioned, we don’t live in an ideal world. If the second reposter correctly credits, it does not mean the ones following will. Eventually credits will be lost and then you have an art piece circulating the internet and no one has any clue whose art it is. You would not believe how many people say: “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were the artist. I found your art from _______ and they didn’t have any credits.” The majority of the Russian reposts I find on YouTube will credit a VK page. Do you see where I’m going with this?

Another thing is, a lot of consumers don’t pay attention to credits. They automatically assume that the reposter is the artist. As you can tell, this will sometimes come back and bite the artist in the ass when people start accusing the artist of copying the reposter (which has happened to me).

So there you have it folks, why I don’t allow reposting even with credits.

[Trigger Warning!] Monsta X Reaction to Accidentally Seeing Her Scars

Requested By: Anon

A/N: I don’t know why I felt emotional while making this but I hope you liked it

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Snowball Part 5!!!

Heyo. Again I’m gonna start this off by apologising for the lack of updates on this, I haven’t even been that busy, I’m just lazy like I have no excuse haha. Thanks to anyone still following this, I really do appreciate it and without messages and stuff this honestly wouldn’t have gone past the first chapter xx.



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Feyre had been working for a few weeks at Mor’s coffee shop now. She worked most days when Tamlin was home, and every day when he was out of town for business. Mor loved having Feyre around to laugh with and had even told her last week that her coffee making skills had considerably improved, but Mor would still politely refuse when Feyre offered to make her a coffee. 

It was long hours and the morning rush could be hectic at best, but Feyre enjoyed the challenge and it occupied her lonesome thoughts. When Tamlin was home he would disappear into his study for hours or be lost in his own thoughts when they decided to go out places for dinner. Feyre didn’t want to talk to him about his work though as she knew it would just worsen his mood, and he had made it very clear he hated talking about work with her. 

Feyre had walked in one morning to see Mor attempting to decorate their specials board with crude attempts at stick figures. Feyre hadn’t meant to laugh but it caught her by surprise.

“I know I’m not very artistic but you know it’s bad when even your stick men get laughed at.” Mor huffed.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed but … does one of them have two heads?”

Mor sighed, “No, it was supposed to be a Christmas hat.”

Hesitantly, Feyre reached for Mor’s chalk, “May I?”

Mor looked surprised but handed the chalk over. She left to keep setting up chairs and tables while Feyre drew. She had a number of paints and canvas’s at home but she hadn’t felt any desire to paint lately, but Feyre got lost in her own drawing and hadn’t even noticed Mor peering over her shoulder.

“Oh my god it looks fantastic!” Mor squealed, making Feyre jump.

Feyre looked it over once, it wasn’t amazing. Done with cheap chalk and in just a few minutes, but it passed for a Winter wonderland scene with snowflakes, reindeer, and people huddled around a fire holding cups of steaming coffee. From then on Mor always got Feyre to decorate the boards after she had written on them.

Mor would sometimes leave Feyre alone for a few hours when it was quiet so she could run some errands and the trust Mor had in her blew Feyre away. Even if she wasn’t always left by herself. Most days Mor’s friends frequented the store such as Amren, a small but wicked looking woman who awed Feyre but also made her want to avoid eye contact. Amren was nothing but friendly towards Feyre and would always leave her an especially big tip so Feyre made an effort to make small talk. Amren owned her own jewellery store where she made her own accessories and was an old friend of Mor and Rhysand’s family.

Rhys’s brutish looking friends, Cassian and Azriel, were also usually hanging around the shop. Their favourite table was hidden away in a dark corner where Azriel would all but vanish in the darkness, but since Feyre had started working, Cassian would drag Azriel to tables that were closer to the counter so they could talk. Despite their imposing looks, Feyre found both of them to be quite friendly towards her and it wasn’t long before she found herself smiling before they had even entered the shop as she could hear their booming voices approaching from halfway down the street. They ordered the same thing every day, just a black coffee for Azriel, no sugar, and Cassian always had the most expensive and extravagant, whipped cream topped coffee they served, complete with chocolate and caramel syrup. 

Rhys had so far kept his distance.

One morning after Lucien had dropped Feyre off for the day, Mor had been telling Feyre about an awful customer she had once had when the door swept open. Mor stopped mid sentence to beam at whoever had just entered. Feyre had her back to the door but she knew who it was was from the intensity of the gaze she felt was trained on her back.

“Well look who finally decided to come and check up on his shop.” Mor teased.

“You know I’ve been busy Mor. As I’m sure you’ve also been, training Feyre to make coffees that surpass even your own.” Rhysand purred.

Mor scoffed, “Who told you that?”

“Cassian.”

“Next time I’m locking him outside in the cold.” Mor laughed despite her icy tone. “Seriously though are you just passing through or staying for a bit?”

Rhys sighed, “I think I need to just sit down and clear my head. Wanna make me one of your famous coffees?”

“Coming right up!” Mor smiled.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Rhys said, before flashing me a grin and taking his seat.

“How tragic. Disowned by my own cousin.” Mor said shaking her head. “He likes a cappuccino with two sugars.”

Feyre worked at the machine alongside Mor as she made other orders but Feyre could feel that violet gaze fixed only on her.

“How come Rhys hasn’t been around? Cassian and Azriel are always here.” Feyre asked Mor quietly.

“I think he’s just been really busy lately. He gets restless when he’s stressed so I doubt he wants to hang around here all day.” Mor replied as she turned on the coffee grinder.

The loud machine drowned out most sounds making Feyre nearly having to yell for Mor to hear her.

“Is it work related? The stress I mean.”

“Sort of. He works also as a spokesperson for the Illyrian community, making sure no one treats them badly.”

Feyre hadn’t had much experience with these Illyrians as she had only recently moved to town to be with Tamlin.

“Have people treated them badly in the past?” Feyre ventured.

“Oh Feyre, I wish I could say people in this town weren’t discriminatory but the world just isn’t like that.”

“I’ve never heard of Illyrians.”

“Well you live with Tamlin right? He lives in the flashy part of town, the opposite end to the Illyrian people so you probably haven’t ever seen them.”

Feyre finished making Rhysand’s coffee and moved to bring it out to him when Mor added, “He’s fussy about his coffees, sometimes I have to remake them a few times before he’s satisfied so don’t feel bad if he doesn’t drink it.”

“If he complains we’ll see how much he likes hot coffee poured in his lap.” Feyre said before freezing. Mor had turned the coffee grinder off just as Feyre had started to respond allowing Rhys to hear every word.

Deciding to play it off, Feyre continued on her path to Rhys and set the coffee down before him, arching her eyebrow in a challenge.

Rhys grinned up at her before painstakingly slowly, lifting the cup towards his lips. Feyre watched in anticipation and nearly screamed when he suddenly placed the coffee back on the table.

“It’s a little hot. I think I’ll wait for it to cool. Thank you.” Rhys said while giving her a cocky grin.

Swallowing her annoyance, Feyre marched back behind the counter with a grimace. Mor only laughed, before handing Feyre some new orders.

A few coffees later and Feyre looked up as an empty cup was set on the counter. She looked up to see Rhys gazing at her thoughtfully.

“… Was there anything else I could help you with?” Feyre asked, suddenly remembering that for all his jokes, Rhys was technically her boss.

“You changed the coffee.” Rhys said without any hint of emotion on his face.

Mor, who had been out the back gathering more stock, suddenly reappeared and miserably failed at looking like she wasn’t eavesdropping.

“I tried a different blend. Mor’s been encouraging me to experiment.”

Feyre felt the back of her neck dampen with sweat as Rhys failed to respond, only staring at her mutely.

“Did you like it? I can make another if you didn’t. I’m sorry, I know you like it a particular way-” Feyre babbled before Rhys cut her off.

“It’s okay. I liked it. Could you make me another?” Rhys asked, almost shyly. “Please?” He added as an afterthought.

Feyre nodded unable to speak she was so relieved. Rhys moved back to his table while Mor swooped in on her.

“That was incredible, you even got him to use his manners! I didn’t even see you change up the recipe.” Mor gushed.

But Feyre had already begun making a new coffee and wasn’t really paying attention to Mor.

“He always asks about you.” Mor said quietly.

Feyre froze.

“Nothing weird, just asking how you’re going at work. If you seem happy.” Mor continued.

Feyre said nothing as she went to take out the next coffee to Rhys. He smiled again at her as she placed it down and this time drank from it immediately. Mor watched them from the counter, an odd look on her face.

Over the next few days Rhys would come into the store and ask Feyre to make him a coffee. Sometimes he stayed to chat with her or Mor, other times he would have to leave quickly. Cassian and Azriel asked to try the special coffee that Rhys kept having but neither of them seemed to like it. When Amren asked to try it, she all but spat it back in the cup with an apologetic look at Feyre afterwards, “Sorry, I guess everyone likes their coffee differently.”

Feyre never made Rhys’s coffee for anyone else from then on.

One morning, Rhys was sitting in his usual spot by the counter where he could talk, and more often, tease Feyre, when Mor rushed in.

“I’m sorry I’m late Feyre! Everything’s been okay?” She asked.

“It’s fine, everything’s been going good today except for that weird guy who keeps trying to talk to me.” Feyre laughed while motioning at Rhys.

Rhys just winked and said, “I can’t start my morning without a coffee and your sweet face anymore Feyre Darling.”

Feyre responded with her usual, “Prick”, before turning away to serve a customer.

“She seems to have warmed up to you.” Mor said breezing past Rhys.

When there was no longer any people to serve, Rhys joined Feyre and Mor at the counter. He was staring at the specials board which still showed part of Feyre’s Winter wonderland scene and now also had a drawing of a coffee with a Santa face dusted in the foam.

“Now I know you didn’t draw this Mor.”

“First, I’m offended you think I have no artistic skills. Second, I’m impressed with how well you know me. Feyre is our resident artist.”

“You’re very good, ever think about doing an arts degree?” Rhysand said to Feyre.

“I have… but I don’t really think it’s for me.”

“Why not? You clearly have the talent for it.”

“I already told you, I can’t.” Feyre said angrily.

She turned from him and went to clear some dirty tables. When she returned Mor and Rhys abruptly stopped their conversation.

“Well I’m going to go do a stock order, Feyre do you think you could update the specials board? Thanks!” Mor said chirpily before disappearing out back.

Fear seized Feyre as she wiped clean the board. Rhys hadn’t said anything since she’d finished cleaning and she didn’t appreciate the way his keen eyes watched her. Feyre held up the chalk just inches from the board but couldn’t bring herself to write anything.

“What’s wrong?” Rhys asked, concern tingeing his voice.

“Nothing. I just don’t feel like doing this right now.” Feyre was horrified to feel tears beginning to well up.

Now Rhys seemed really concerned. “Feyre?” He asked. “Are you okay? Talk to me.”

Feyre couldn’t even look at him she was so embarrassed. She fought with herself for what felt like hours. On one hand she wanted to tell Rhys about her biggest weakness. But on the other, she knew she could be mocked for it or even worse, lose her job over it, and Feyre did not want to stop seeing her friends.

She almost said nothing. Almost brushed it off with an excuse. But when she looked up at Rhys’s face, his eyes were so open and trusting. Nothing but understanding touched his gaze and Feyre knew he had already guessed as much.

“I can’t read.”

Rhys nodded as if he knew all along. “Does Tamlin know?”

“Yes.”

“And he never thought to teach you? Or get someone else to?” Now there was anger laced in his words. It instantly made Feyre recoil.

“It’s not like that. I’ve never really had to learn. And it’s not like I’m completely stupid, I’ve memorised a few basic words.”

Rhys paused.

“I’ve upset you. I’m sorry, I don’t think you’re stupid at all.” Rhys quickly apologised.

There was an awkward silence before Feyre spoke again. “I had only just started school when my mother died. My father lost everything to his grief. I dropped out of school to help out around the house. I did paper rounds to get money for food.”

“Where is your family now?”

“A few towns over. When I met Tamlin he wanted me to move in with him almost immediately but I couldn’t leave my family alone. So Tamlin promised they’d be looked after if I went with him.”

“Is that why you’ve never applied to college?”

Feyre nodded.

Rhys pondered this. He started saying something before dropping it entirely. Taking a deep breath he tried a different tactic. “First, let me say that I think you’re incredible for putting your family over your own education. And while it makes no difference to me, and it doesn’t change who you are, but, if you’d like, I could teach you.”

Feyre was speechless. To her, providing and looking after her family had been second nature. No one, not even her father or sisters had ever really thanked her for it. And while it had never caused her regret, Feyre had always hated that small illiterate part of herself. She owned a phone but could barely use it. She had a job but only because it consisted of little reading. It was this that made her reach for Rhys’s hand to shake.

“Deal.”

Rhys held her hand for just a little longer than was necessary but it didn’t feel odd to Feyre at all.

demigod!au jooheon
  • child of apollo ,,,,, especially embodies the music and poetry aspects
  • started an amateur slam poetry club in the camp comprised of him, this one hyperemotional camper from the poseidon cabin ,,,,, and that’s about it
  • he’s so good looking that one would assume he gets all the ladies ,, but he’s actually a huge freaking Nerd and he never writes about love because he claims he “needs a muse first”
  • takes after his father perfectly
  • petitioned for the camp to buy a grand piano and they did ,,,,, and put it right in the foyer of the big house ,,,, and they reGRET IT because stupid jooheon will come at like three in the morning to practice and to write songs ,,,,,, it’s so annoying
  • it’s a good thing ,,,, that’s he a pretty good musician
  • he’s a Professional Emo Kid™ and therefore writes a lot of sad songs ,, and they aren’t necessarily sad like the lyrics are sad ,,,, the music is just ,,,,, Sad
  • “just because music is sad doesn’t mean it has to be beautiful”
  • he always has a guitar nearby, it’s almost like he can pull one out of his ass ,,,, maybe he should quit the music business and become a musician
  • he insists on having a campfire sing-a-long almost every night but the only kids that stick around are other apollo kids ,,,, and not even all of them either
  • jooheon has been at the camp since he was seven ,, he’s kinda considered a fossil among the other campers ,, he doesn’t really like talking about why he’s been at the camp for so long
  • he never leaves either
  • jooheon: “where’s my perfect attendance award it’s been a million years”
  • but ,, he’s also one of apollo’s favorites ,,, sometimes, when jooheon is nowhere to be found throughout the camp, he’ll be found sitting on the beach with a guitar, strumming along quietly while his dad ,, in the form of some nineteen-year-old surfer with perfectly bronzed skin and blonde beach waved hair ,, sits next to him and teaches him
  • apollo takes many different forms ,, so sometimes it’s not the surfer ,, sometimes it’s the john lennon wannabe ,, or the andy warhol wannabe ,,, he likes imitating famous artists and musicians
  • but jooheon always !! knows that it’s his dad because he’d be able to tell that gold eyes apart from any other pair of eyes in the entire universe
  • apollo: “no other pair of eyes in the entire universe IS gold, son”
  • think of jooheon as some kind of tortured artist ,,,,, with an enigmatic backstory and an unbelievable talent for writing about Pain
  • he’s one of those people who use laughter and humor to keep from being serious, because being serious makes them vulnerable and they ,,, do not like that
  • jooheon does Not like being vulnerable
  • so ,,,,,,, when you first arrive on ,,,,, and find him naked ,,,,,, Yeah
  • you really don’t know what happened ,,, one minute you were walking along a beach ,,,, and the next minute you were on a completely different beach in a completely different timezone ,,,, and there was a boy ,,,, and he didn’t have any clothes on
  • you screamed
  • he screamed ,, but then he grabbed you and he was like “ur gonna get me in trouble!!!” and you were like “wHeRe aRe YouR cLotHeS”
  • he’s like ,,,,, he looks down ,,,,, “oh my gods” and he grabs his shorts from off the ground and hides behind a bush while he ,, hopefully ,, pulls them on
  • meanwhile you’re basically traumatized like u didn’t look down there but the fact that you??? could’ve??? seen something??? Traumatizing
  • once he’s got pants on he starts to pull his shirt on but he hears voices and ur start looking around but he puts a hand around your mouth and pulls you behind the bush with him and makes u hide while a couple of campers investigate the area
  • it was definitely a sight ,,,, a half-naked ,, or more like one-third-naked kid and a random stranger ,,, crouched behind this miscellaneous bush ,,, the stranger is in his lap and he’s got a hand over their mouth ,,, and it’s dark and they can’t see anything so both of their eyes are as wide as plates ,,,, phenomenal
  • eventually the people leave and the voices die down and jooheon lets go of ur hand ,,, and you’re both panting ,,, he’s panting because his heart was beating a million miles a minute at the thought of getting caught ,,,, your heart was beating because ,,,,, his was
  • “so ,, i’m jooheon”
  • you open your name to respond and tell him your name, but then you realize the compromising position that the two of you were in and you basically fall over out of his lap into the sand next to him, brushing it off of your legs and turning to face him “i’m y/n”
  • “i’m ,,, really sorry ,,, about ,,,,, literally Everything that just happened ,, it’s past curfew and i was skinny dipping which i shouldn’t do and ,,,,,,,,, wait a minute where did u come from”
  • “the ,,,,,, beach????”
  • pHeNoMeNaL ,,,,,, he just stares at u ,,,, is this a joke????
  • “do you even know where you are”
  • you look around to try to see if you recognize your surroundings, but you don’t so you just look back at him and shake your head and he’s like :o
  • noT ONLY was jooheon breaking curfew and skinny dipping in the lake and now he’s found a random ,,,, human?? demigod?? yeah they’ve gotta be a demigod ,, and he’s Morally Obligated to tell the camp director
  • “okay then” he stands up, adjusting his shirt and putting on his shoes and then he holds out his hand “c’mon”
  • you’re ,,, unsure of what he’s thinking but it’s not like the situation could get any weirder ,, so you take his hand and he helps you stand up and then you start to follow him through the camp
  • “hey you never told me your name”
  • “oh !! oh yeah ,, it’s y/n”
  • “y/n” he muses “that’s ,,, a really nice name, i’m jooheon”
  • “you already told me that”
  • he’s like ,,,, oh ,,,, and there’s a really awkward silence and you follow him throughout the camp ,,, there’s not a single person in sight but that’s to be expected since ,, like jooheon said ,, it’s after curfew
  • you follow him all the way to a big, white house ,,,,,, it’s inSANELY pretty ,,,, and he opens the door and lets you through and you follow him inside and he tells you to sit behind the piano ,, so you do ,,, and he leaves the room and you’re ,,,, alone
  • so you start pressing mindlessly playing around with the keys ,,, it feels like jooheon is gone for hours but he comes back with several adults and they start talking about you ,, right in front of you
  • “are you aware that you have greek blood in you??” one of them asks
  • “do you know which of the greek gods or goddesses is your parent????”
  • you just look around ,,,, are these people crazy???? and you look at jooheon and he comes over and sits next to you on the piano bench ,,, “just tell them how you got here”
  • and for some ,, odd reason ,,, you trust this kid so you tell them about the beach and about the other beach ,, and about jooheon which earns him a couple of dirty glances and sighs ,, and about anything else you could think of that might’ve been helpful
  • they decide to let you sleep in ,,, the big house?? that’s what they called it ,, tonight, considering it was too late to move you in, so all of the adults disperse and one of them takes you to a spare room ,,,, jooheon tries to follow but they’re just like ,,,, “thank you jooheon goodnight jooheon”
  • and he blinks and he’s just like “oh ,,,,,,,,, right yeah goodnight, goodnight y/n see you tomorrow”
  • you stay up really late that night, just thinking
  • thinking about yourself ,,,, about how you’re possibly a “demigod” ,,, what that even Means ,,, about how you got to the camp ,,, about jooheon ,,,, replaying the few conversations the two of you had ,,,, about his diMPLES and then ur like no stop ,, stop that ,,, you don’t even know him ,,,, STOP
  • it’s a restless night but you eventually get to sleep
  • something wakes you up early the next morning ,, you’re still dazed but you’re also still where you were when you fell asleep ,, which concerns and relieves you at the same time
  • it’s a piano !! it’s probably the grand piano
  • so you get up and brush your teeth and hair ,, they had given you toiletries ,, what a prepared camp ,, and you get dressed and you go down the stairs and there’s jooheon, sitting at the piano and playing a really ,,,, really sad song
  • “that’s a really sad song, jooheon”
  • he jumps when he hears you ,,, wow he’s really Skittish ,,, but then he gets a little smile on his face ,,, accompanied by his Dimples™ ,, and he’s just like “do you think it’s beautiful”
  • “what??”
  • “do u think that sad song i just played was beautiful”
  • that’s a good question?? it ,,,,, was pretty ,,,, sort of ,,, “i think it was ,, pretty ,, but i don’t think the kind of emotions that it causes its listeners to have counts it as ,,, beautiful”
  • he doesn’t say anything and just stares at you ,, and you start to internally freak out because did you just offend him??? but he just returns to tapping out random notes “music doesn’t have to be beautiful if it’s sad”
  • then he stops and stands up and he’s like “c’mon, it’s almost breakfast time” and he walks over to you and the two of you leave and he starts to explain the camp to you ,,, Much Appreciated my dude
  • “so this is a camp for the child of the greek gods and goddesses, if you couldn’t figure that out ,, um all of us here are demigods ,,, including you probably, since there’s a boundary around the camp that mortals and monsters can’t penetrate ,,, my dad’s apollo, the god of music”
  • you just nod along, looking around at all the different buildings and places that the camp had ,,, you wanted to be skeptical about it, to think that magic doesn’t exist ,,,,, but you’re here, in real time, so there’s no use in denying its existence
  • “do you ,,, maybe ,,, know who you belong to??”
  • you ,, pause ,, then shake you head ,,,, before you had come to this camp, you hadn’t even believed in any of this stuff ,,, you don’t know anything about it
  • when breakfast starts, he introduces you to a couple of kids who outright ask, but it’s only three or four ,,,, it’s not until later ,,,,,,,,, when a couple boys sit down at the table with you ,,,,, lost in their own conversation ,,,,,, and Then they notice you and stop talking
  • “oh ,,,,,, hi, are you new?”
  • you nod and look over and jooheon and he begins to explain, hands gesturing wildly along ,,,,,, he explains the beach and the nudity and the bush ,,,,, and the three boys are Dead Silent ,,,,,, and one of them looks at you and takes your hands in his
  • “i am so sorry”
  • jooheon throws a tantrum ,,,,,, “kihyun how dare you i’ll have you know that” but all three of them, including the same kihyun who had now let go of your hands, stop listening and start staring in awe at you, and you’re like ,,,,,, “what” and even jooheon stops talking
  • “aphrodite”
  • you’re like ?????? and look at the kind who said it and it’s a smug looking kid with black hair and he’s got his arms over his chest and he’s leaning back in his chair and he’s like “you’ve just been claimed, sis”
  • claimed????? you???? already????? it was that easy???? you look around and most of the other kids have started staring, and some of the camp staff that you had met earlier had taken notice too, and your cheeks flush a lil and you ,,, look to jooheon for help ,,, because that’s all you’ve been doing since you got to camp ,,, and he’s staring with his mouth Agape and your cheeks flush even more
  • “it’s called aphrodite’s blessing” the black-haired kid continues to explain “it’s how she claims her kids ,,, she gives us this alluring aura and makes us look beautiful and stuff ,,, I Guess You Could Say Mine Never Wore Off”
  • you snort at him and he looks hurt but then he laughs too
  • he stands up “i’m hoseok by the way!! one of your new brothers” and he nods his head towards the rest of the camp “i’ll show you around! they’re all ,,,, gonna be a little dizzy for a while”
  • you spare one last glance in jooheon’s direction before you get up and put up your food ,,, and you start to follow your new brother hoseok ,,, throughout the camp, from the cabins to the beach ,,, which you already knew well enough ,,, to the arts and crafts area and the forest ,,,, you’re completely enamored with the idea of being able to stay at such a cool place ,,, and you’re even more attracted to the idea of learning more about yourself, starting with your mom
  • “how many more of us ,, aphrodite kids ,, are there???”
  • “we’ll never know the full number” hoseok shrugs, the two of you on your way back to camp “but here?? about seven ,, our cabin is a little crowded but we’ve got a better set-up than ,,, say ,, hermes”
  • you nod and that’s when the two of you get back to the center of the camp, where nobody is really paying any more attention to you ,, save for the few glances from kids that hadn’t seen you yet ,, and that’s when hoseok is like “hey!! i’ve gotta go but i’ll meet you at dinner so we can get your bed set up and everything” ,,, and before you can even respond he’s being dragged away by a mob of pre-teen girls
  • you’re ,,, left all alone ,,, and you’re starting to feel uncomfortable
  • a group of girls approach you ,,,, the one in the very front is So Intimidating ,,, but then she smiles and introduces herself ,,, she’s an ares kid ,,,, “do you wanna come train with me??”
  • so ,,, hesitantly ,,, you agree!!
  • right from the first day, your time at the camp becomes fun ,, you actually get really good at fighting ,,, but overprotective hoseok who isn’t nearly as suave as he wants you to think insists “yOu’Re GOiNg tO geT HuRt”
  • you ignore him
  • You Like The Pain
  • your life at the camp becomes really fast-paced
  • of course, jooheon is still ,,, like ,, your best friend and all though
  • the two of you spend most of your free time together, usually at that piano
  • his songs gradually ,,,, stop sounding sad
  • eventually, most of the camp leaves for summer ,,, why does what u figured was a summer camp need a summer??? who knows ,,, and of course you know that jooheon never leaves camp
  • the whole place is basically deserted of people that you ACTUALLY know ,,,, so you look around ,,,, completely unsure of what to do ,,, mainly looking for jooheon because he usually knows what you ned to do ,,,, but you can’t find him anywhere ,,, at this point you’re just looking for a Familiar face ,,,, and then you find kihyun ,,, so you go up to him
  • “hey ,,, uh ,,,, do u know where jooheon is”
  • he hums ,, having to think about it “well usually ,, when people can’t find him ,,, he’s out on the beach ,,,,,,,, you should already know where that is”
  • your cheeks are burning again ,,,, you Leave
  • just like kihyun said, jooheon is at the beach, sitting by himself with ,,, a guitar?? so you walk over and sit down next to him ,, he stops playing and he sighs ,, he takes his guitar off ,,,, “hey y/n”
  • “hey jooheon”
  • he doesn’t respond ,,, there’s an Awkward silence between the two of you ,, then he suddenly reaches over and kisses you ,,,, he seems to shock himself because he’s just like “ ,,,,,,, sorry”
  • it’s probably ,, just the blessing that hoseok told you about ,, maybe part of it was making you irresistible to the opposite sex or something ,, so ur just like “it’s okay”
  • back to the awkward silence
  • “so ,,, i’ve been wondering for a while ,,, is claiming usually as easy as it was for me?? i mean i hadn’t even been here fo” he cuts you off again by kissing you
  • is this???? stupid blessing??? ever gonna wear off???
  • “i think ,, i like you y/n”
  • you want him to kiss him back ,,, oh Gods yes you do ,,,, but you know that it’s just your mom making him do this ,,, “no you don’t”
  • “yes i do”
  • “no”
  • “yES why are you ,,, arguing ,, with me ,,, right now????”
  • “because it’s just this stupid aphrodite’s blessing or whatever!! it’s making your brain ,,,, or your heart ,,, or whatever go crazy!! and you’re saying crazy stuff as a result”
  • he kisses you again and you’re like !! “stop that!!”
  • “,,,, it’s not the stupid blessing y/n ,,,, i think i ,,, might ,,, maybe ,,, perhaps ,,, have some ,,, incidental feelings ,, for you and i want you to know because now you’re going to stay here a while and i don’t want to see all these other guys all over you because then it’ll make me sad and then i’ll write sad music and it won’t be beautiful because my ,, kind of sad music is never beautiful ok i’m sorry i would rather write ,, beautiful music and if you’re the one inspiring me then i kNOW it’ll be beautiful”
  • “you ,, hardly even know me, jooheon”
  • “then let me learn”
  • so ,, you do ,,, and you start to learn things, too
  • you learn about how he sneaks out literally every night because he doesn’t think there are enough hours in the day ,,,, you learn that the apollo cabin hosts a rap battle every week and he’s been the reigning champ for several years ,,,, you learn that kissing you is Probably his favorite new hobby ,,,, you learn that he hates the color of the camp shirts with a paSSION and he’d rather be wearing no shirt than “that ugly thing”
  • and ,,, you ,,, also meet his dad
  • you and jooheon ,,, had been ,,,, Possibly making out on the beach ,,,, when you heard someone’s throat clear ,,,, and the two of you practically jump apart but then jooheon’s like “oh hey dad”
  • and ur like ,,,, oH HeY dAd ,,,,, “i’m so sorry that u just ,,,, saw that”
  • and apollo ,,, looks you up and down ,,,, his face emotionless and Scary ,,,, and then it breaks into a smile and he grabs you and he’s like “it’s !!! so !!! nice !!! to finally meet the girl that my boy prays to me about all the time you’re such a nice looking girl he tells me you’re the daughter of aphrodite which yeah of course you’d be nice looking then sorry i’m being kind of creepy anyways i knew you’d be here so i wanted to introduce myself”
  • then ,,,,, he’s gone ,,, he doesn’t even give you a chance to respond
  • so you just ,, look at jooheon ,, just like you always did when you first got to camp
  • he just sighs ,,,, and then smiles and laughs ,,, and grabs your hand
  • “sorry”

[ kihyun — minhyukwonho ]

if there is one thing i’ve really come to understand over the last day is that when it comes to harry’s image/solo career, it’s such a delicate balance. because on the one hand if he all of sudden comes back on the scene and starts being in our faces and super public and showy, then people will say he’s being an attention whore and trying to take the limelight away from the other 3/trying to overshadow dunkirk and turn that press into the harry styles show. then on the flipside if he doesn’t do anything at all and remains mute and just drops an album out of the blue with zero fan engagement, he runs the risk of looking like he’s super arrogant and just expects people to buy his stuff. so how does he find a balance there? and does he care about that? as a new solo artist who loves and respects his fanbase, one would think he and his team would.  i think that’s what we’ll hopefully see happen (and IF - again I stress the IF) his album is coming as soon as people are implying, then the transition into that balance is gonna have to happen soon. 

anonymous asked:

dude.... kaneki really married touka... he really said he loves her and lives for her... and called her his "best friend"... dude who is this character? i could hardly recognize him any more... what's even going on anymore, this just seems like a badly written fanfic or just plain fan service. i can't believe ishida did kaneki and hidekane dirty like that :/

helloooo pal!!

ah… trust me, I feel your pain so much. I told myself not to read :re unless hide is brought back because honestly… it’s just so messy at this point. I somewhat always find out what is going on but that’s it. I refuse to support something so badly and poorly written.

I mean….. the original manga was a masterpiece. tokyo ghoul is absolutely fantastic and I will always love it. 

but why… just why…. create something so bad afterwards. it does not make any damn sense to me you know??

I mean… on the other hand, the business school student in me knows that this is all about the money. of course the author/artist wanted to gain even more money from all of this. and people tend to do dumb shit when it comes to money, sadly.

I’m just… so disappointed. like… why ruin one amazing story and amazing characters just for the sake of poor fanservice and money? it’s just… gross, man. so gross. i’m done.