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WDW’s Reaction to Their S/O Having Cramps & Moodswings

A/N: idk this feels kinda specific but also I really wanted to make it so hopefully y’all enjoy! Also this is just based off my personal experiences with periods, and what’s been recalled to me through a few close friends. I know everyone goes through different things and I don’t wanna make assumptions. Love you all! -Anna

Disclaimer: Period talk ahead- just putting it out there.



♡J O N A H♡ Would be the king of caring for you (no I’m not just saying that because he’s my lane) no matter how you felt- even if you were having a perfectly fine day. 

“Are you doing ok, Princess? Do you need anything?”

“Umm, no…I’m fine babe, thanks thou-”

*opens up his actual tote bag filled with goodies because Jonah’s a mom friend i stg*

“Do you want some trail mix? I custom ordered it gluten and dairy free because I know you feel bloated after you eat gluten or dairy or I also have some Gatorade if you’re low on electrolytes or I have moist towelettes if you’re feeling overheated or-”

“Jonah…Jonah? Jonah oh my god I don’t need a- wait, is that a candy bar?”

“Umm, yeah, but that’s m-”

“Can I have the candy bar?”

“Umm, are you sure you don’t want the-”

“I want the candy bar, Jonah.”

     If you were having rough period day though, he’d actually be really empathetic, and pick up pretty easily on what would frustrate or aggravate you (basically he wouldn’t nag you with his tote bag of period goodies). He’d probably enjoy a chill day in with you, and anything that was sore or hurting he’d do his best to fix however he could- because at the end of the day there’s nothing that would upset him more than you being uncomfortable or in pain. More than likely he’d bundle you like a burrito in a heated blanket and wrap his limbs around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he softly whispered to you that everything was going to be ok, and that he loved you very much.


☆C O R B Y N☆ Would be extremely soft and caring with you in as much as he could, including your grouchy attitude. More than likely, anything you’d say he’d immediately agree with just to keep you happy, no matter what.

“You know, I think chocolate’s actually good for you. Like, it’s a plant, so it’s basically a vegetable. I’m eating a vegetable right now.” Pursing his lips together and refusing to make eye contact with you as he flipped through the channels on the T.V. he’d nod.

“Yeah, I read something about that. They’re actually considering repackaging chocolate’s everywhere to cater to the vegan community.” 

On a serious note though, he’d probably be the most interested in knowing what’s actually going on- like, he’d be on google for hours.

“Princess? How long have you been menstruating?” (would 100% call it menstruating)

“Ummm, a few hours? Why?” Excitedly, he’d pull up a very detailed diagram of a step-by-step process of what’s happening in your body.

“You’re currently shedding your endometrium!” Cringing, you’d shake your head violently as you playfully pushed him away.

“Corbyn if you say endometrium one more time I’m gonna throw up I’m not kidding.”


♧D A N I E L♧ Would be the most likely to handle it the best. He’d always be 100% prepared with a heating pad and pain killers, and would be the most likely to listen to your rants or concerns with sincerity instead of just writing it off as hormones.

*wiping away a fear stray tears*

“Sometimes I just feel like I really want a pet dragon, you know Danny?” He’d nod, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you grew tired. Running his hands softly through your hair and laying soft kisses on your forehead, he’d reply.

“You’d be crazy not to, baby. Could you imagine how handy a pet dragon would be? You could get an old fashioned tower and store your most prized possessions there…you could fly…it’d be the perfect companion.” 

He’d also be flexible with any plans you two had made earlier, more than happy to skip the adventures and take a chill day in watching movies and having heart to heart conversations about the little things in life.


♘J A C K♘ Wouldn’t catch on right away, but once he did he’d be 100% loving and cuddly, wanting nothing more than for you to feel comfortable. That being said, he would NOT agree with you on everything the way Corbyn would. 

*watching a Purina Dog Food commercial and sobbing*

“That dog is so- *sniffle* -happy to have his- *sniffle* -food and why can’t the whole world be that happy!?” Jack would roll his eyes, not looking up from his phone as he replied.

“Because the whole world isn’t an over-payed ungrateful golden retriever who sells dog food to pay for their owner’s vacation to Bali.” Sobbing harder at this, you’d pelt countless throw pillows at his head which he was 100% not prepared for.

“Y/N WHAT THE HELL STOP! OW, THAT ONE HURT! IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU’RE CRYING OVER A DOG FOOD COMMERCIAL!”

“DAMIEN’S A YELLOW LAB, JACK! HE’S A YELLOW LAB WITH FEELINGS AND A FAMILY TOO, YOU KNOW!”

“Baby, you know I love you- but that’s a golden retriever and-” 

*immediately pelted with another throw pillow*

     In all seriousness though, Jack would probably make you laugh the most, because even though he might tease you from time to time, he really only wants to make you feel better. The two of you would spend the rest of the day cuddled up on your mountain of throw pillows watching cute baby animal compilation videos online and playfully teasing each other the way the two of you always do.


♕Z A C H♕ Ok, here’s the thing with Zach. Does he get slightly afraid of you when you get into a mood or give him the cold shoulder? Yeah. Does he understand how periods work? Not really. But let me tell you- this boy would NEVER shy away from the tampon/pads aisle. It wouldn’t bother him in the slightest. If you needed him to run to the store to get your favorite treats, some pain killers and a box of period products- he’d be on it, no questions asked. Checking out in front of other people at the store would actually fill him with a weird sense of pride and responsibility, and for that you were eternally grateful.

*on the phone in Walmart loudly*

“Yeah, I’m staring at the tampons now, what brand did you say you wanted?”

*at home giggling*

“Zach, don’t be so loud people are gonna look at you funny!”

“So, who cares? You’re my girlfriend, babe. Wait, hold on a sec, this grandma is giving me a side eye.” 

*holds phone slightly away from his ear*

“EXCUSE ME MA’AM UNLESS YOU WANNA EXPLAIN THE BASIC FUNCTIONALITY OF A DIVA CUP TO ME I SUGGEST YOU QUIT STARING!”

*to the phone*

“Alright baby, you have about 30 seconds to tell me what to buy before someone comes to kick me out of Walmart.”


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Mr. Hemmings

You let your head whip around and lock eyes with Luke, his eyes now letting tears fall as he holds his daughter in his arms as chaos goes on around him. In that moment you just wanted to be in his arms, pressing continuous kisses along his face, trying to wipe away every little crease in his forehead and worries in his life. But you couldn’t you just continue to walk further and further away from him, only making his heart break with each step.

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Everything changed when those words left your mouth that night. Every little aspect of your life became hidden away and has been tossed and turned around since those letters that are locked together spewed out of your mouth and to the musty atmosphere that night.

Now your whole entire world revolved around Luke, Jocelyn, and school. You spent most of your time around their house so you mostly spent it by Jocelyn’s side, either playing with her or teaching her little things. When it came to Luke, you were always there to comfort him and give him the affection that he deserves, every night you were under him, letting him pleasure the deepest and most sincere parts of your body as you let kiss after kiss and words after words spew out of your lips about how amazing and perfect he was. He would always say the same back to you. You both grew closer together; you learned more about him as he did with you. He knows all of your secrets, thoughts, and what keeps you up during the night, and vice versa.

Now with school, you were so hesitant and scared about with. You were afraid to leave Luke and Jocelyn behind as you headed off to college, your mind would be so busy focusing on your courses and making new friends that you always got scared of the fact on what a toll it would have on the little girl and grown man that you love so deeply. You knew that you weren’t going to live on campus because your mom did not have the money for that, and you sure as hell know you’re not going to be moving out anytime soon, but you were so scared on what will happen when school does start up again and you have to leave. Luke always told you that you’ll be fine and that he’ll take care of everything and that things will be alright, but ever since you got into the picture everything has been so easy and perfect since you came along. Sure, you would be able to see them on the weekends, and if you were lucky you would also be able to see them during the week also but you wouldn’t know. And you don’t know, and that’s what you’re so scared about.

But all you do is take a deep breath and take it day by day and minute by minute. You live in the moment and try to keep yourself organize and remain calm as the summer begins to come to an end and back to school commercials start to play constantly on radios and TV’s. You just take it with ease and grace as best as you can.

When Luke saw your disoriented and frustrated self he knew that he needed to you get your mind off of school since that was the biggest thing ticking you off, so he suited up Jocelyn and himself and brought you all to the movies to go see a late night screening of Moana. To say you were happy was an understatement, Luke bought you as many snacks and candies as you and Jocelyn wanted, he let you both run around the arcade and play numerous games, he even let you beat him five times in air hockey, which you were so crappy in but he let you win nevertheless.

You were smiling from ear to ear when the movie was finished and Luke had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and your hand was in Jocelyn’s. This day was just going absolutely amazing and you knew just the perfect way to end it.  

“How about you get ready for bed and I’ll put Jocelyn down for the night,” You say, smiling at Luke as you begin to undo the little girl’s shoes in your arms as she was slumped against your shoulder, out like a light.

“Okay, thanks a lot babe,” Luke says while leaning forward and pressing a kiss against your warm cheek. You just smile at him before shooing him off and kicking off your shoes before hurrying to get Jocelyn to bed.

It took longer then you expected to get Jocelyn’s tired body to get ready for bed, her slumped out frame was difficult to get into her pink unicorn pajamas in and you could barely keep her head straight when trying to brush her teeth and comb through her hair. It was a hassle but you got through with it, you gently placed her on the bed and tucked her in nice and tight before making your way over to the night light to switch it on.

When you got up from the ground, your eyes looking around the pink coloured room to make sure everything was in place, you walked over to the door before you hear a sluggish ‘wait’ trail out of the little girl’s mouth. A small smile tugged at the ends of your lips as you walked over to her tossed figure and bend down.

“Yes Jojo?” You whisper while leaning forward and pressing your lips against her forward, your hand raising up and taking a stray hair way from her face.

“A-Are you like?” She mumbles, eyes still shut as her lips begin to drool with spit; you roll your eyes before using your sleeve of your cardigan and wiping it away.

“What am I like?” You remark, your eyebrows rising as you begin to pet her hair.

“Are you l-like my mom now?” She asks, her words slurring a bit.

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Willy Wonka au where the kids are treated as the misguided children they are and Wonka doesn’t punish them for their mistakes but helps to reform them. No one dies, they’re just put in dangerous situations and have to use their manners to get out (ex: Augustus has to share his food, Violet has to admit that she’s not all that, Veruca apologizes and recognizes that she can’t have everything she wants, Mike uses his smarts to find a way out of the TV), Charlie has flaws and is not an absolute perfect child. He whines or complains and gets mad because of how hungry he is and knows it’s wrong. 

The kids end up learning lessons about themselves and are all granted access to the chocolate factory. All taking on roles that fit them

  • Charlie becomes the main candy inventor
  • Augustus becomes the taste tester 
  • Violet creates hip pop songs for commercials 
  • Veruca becomes head CEO, goes to all the meetings with business partners. No one can talk their way out of a deal with her. She’s very demanding
  • Mike becomes head of advertisement 

Everyone learns that they can change and everyone is happy

Perfect(ly screwed up) || D.H.

A/N: Okay.. I don’t even know what this is but dan and his old emo hair are a part of it. There will be a part two next Friday!

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POV: Dan(ny boy)

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‘Boring’ I thought to myself and had a hard time supressing a yawn.

‘Mundane’ I added in my head. Even trying to find as many synonyms for the word boring as possible was more exciting than this.

‘Lifeless’ That was it, the perfect word to describe this evening.

My rich, wanna be perfect parents were throwing their annual summer party. Although mum and dad could be a little bit up tight sometimes they were by far not the worst thing about today.

No, my parents obviously invited all of their friends and those people were honestly the most stuck up snobs one could ever imagine. My mum’s friends were all wearing elegant dresses and expensive jewellery and they couldn’t stop gossiping and judging other people all evening. My dad’s friends spent their time comparing cars and talking about golf.

In the middle of that there was me. I was sitting at a table along with some other guest, wearing a black suit with a black tie. Although my mother tried to convince me not to straighten my hair I did it anyway.

It was obvious that I didn’t belong here.

“Mary, your son has a very interesting hairstyle.” I heard one of the infamous friends say and I had to roll my eyes.  

Interesting actually meant: ‘Your son’s hairstyle is hideous, Mary. Can’t you control this boy? He looks like one of those dirty teenagers that meets up at the graveyard.’

By now I regretted that I didn’t fake being sick.

My phone started to vibrate in the pocket of my trousers. I quickly took it out of it and looked at the message underneath the table. It was a life line, it was my rescue.

“Hi Dan, are you home?” it was my best friend Y/N. I smiled as I read the text and quickly replied.

“I am, summer party remember?”

She then replied with a couple of text messages in a row.

“Oh shit”

“I forgot about that”

“I’m so stupid”

I crinkled my nose as I stared down at my phone. What was she talking about? I started to get worried and immediately answered.

“Stupid? You are the cleverest person I know! What are you talking about?”

It took a while until my phone lit up again. In the meantime, I just stared at the black screen for a bit because it was more interesting than any conversation I could be having with the people here.

I then examined the scenery in front of my eyes. Our annual summer party was always held outside, in our garden. It was a warm summer evening, the grass was perfectly mowed and the guests were drinking wine and champagne. Our huge pool was just there so we could look at it. Nobody had the intention to swim in it.  My mum was obsessed with fairy lights so she had wrapped some around every tree we owned.

It looked absolutely fancy, posh but beautiful. If only the company weren’t that awful.

I was still impatiently waiting for Y/N to reply as somebody suddenly said my name and snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Hi, Daniel.” Katrina, the daughter of my mother’s best friend greeted me flirtatiously.

She sat down next to me and smiled. Wow that smile looked fake

“Are you enjoying yourself? I always love your summer parties.” Katrina said totally exaggerating, and tried to start a conversation with me.  

We were the same age and we’ve known each other for quite some time now, but I could never really stand her.

“Our mothers were just talking about how you should definitely take me to prom next month.” She explained to me. I choked on my cold beverage as I heard her words.

“Really?” I blurted out, completely startled. I started to sweat out of discomfort, Katrina was getting so close to me that our thighs were touching and I really didn’t like that.

“I think that they are right, I should totally only go with somebody my league. And so should you.”

Was she talking about looks or money and status now?  

“I’m sorry, but I already have a date.” I quickly lied in order to save my life.

“Who are you taking?” She demanded to know. It was obvious that she was absolutely bitter.

‘Fuck’ I internally screamed, but to my surprise a name left my mouth without having to think about it.

“Y/N” I told Katrina. “I’m taking Y/N”

Oh how I wish that were true. Y/N and I were just really close friends, but she was so perfect that it was impossible not to fall for her. She was not only stunning, she was also funny, clever, rebellious and everything else one could wish for. Therefore, it wasn’t really surprising that she was dating a guy that looked like he was taken out of an Abercrombie & Fitch commercial.

I was just the lovesick friend who didn’t have a chance. 

Katrina gasped and faked disgust as I mentioned her.

“Why would you-“ She started but I interrupted her as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket again.

“Sorry, but that’s her.” I told her, stood up from the table and left her there alone.

I went somewhere quiet to read her text message.

“I forgot about the party and I’m kinda on the way to your house. I’m just gonna drive home again.”  

I furrowed my eyebrows together. Why was she on the way here?

“No, no, I hate it here anyway. I could need your support.” I quickly typed. She was acting weird today. Maybe there was something up with her?

I didn’t get a reply for at least 15 minutes but then I saw her red beat-up truck in our driveway. It was a weird sight, seeing her pick-up with all of its rusts and bumps next to the polished sports cars and old timers that belonged to our guests.

I headed to the drive way to meet her there. She was just getting out of her car and smashed the door behind her shut as I was getting closer. She hadn’t noticed me yet. I didn’t see her face at first but as she finally looked my way, her eyes were red and her cheeks were tear stained.

“What happened?” I wanted to know and eagerly rushed to her side to hug her.

She immediately wrapped her arms tightly around my torso and started sobbing against my chest.

I rested my chin on top of her head and took in her scent. I loved how her hair always smelled of vanilla.  

I softly ran my fingers through her soft hair in order to calm her down, but she didn’t stop crying. Her shoulders were shaking and she clung onto my body as if she was scared to let me go.

“I’m ruining your expensive suit” she apologized and tried to wipe away the wet tear stains she had left on my jacket.

“C’mon that really doesn’t matter right now, Y/N. It doesn’t fit me well anyway.”

“I think you look nice in it, mister fancypants.” She giggled although she was still crying.

I couldn’t help but smile down at her softly. Our eyes met and it hurt me to see that hers were filled with sadness. They were so puffy and red, it seemed like she had been crying for more than an hour.

‘It hurt seeing her hurt.’ That was a line from a movie we watched together a while ago. I now knew exactly what the protagonist meant.

“Please tell me what’s wrong, Y/N.” I pleaded. She was sobbing against my chest again and only hugged me tighter.

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HAVE YOU DONE A TOP 5 BSD HAIRS YET?? PERSONALLY I'M IN LOVE WITH CHUUYA'S HAIR... ITS FUCKING GORGEOUS

I haven’t but WHY NOT

1. Chuuya. Well, of course I agree with you, he just has the most iconic hairstyle of them all. He’s beautiful and perfect and I would like to personally thank the creators for giving him such a unique palette. I wonder why he decided to let just that single lock of hair grow…because y’all I’M SO HERE FOR CHUUYA WITH LONGER HAIR YOU HAVE NO IDEA. 

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2. Fyodor. Like Avril Laving used to sing: “It’s a state of bliss, you think you’re dreaming, It’s the happiness inside that you’re feeling, It’s so beautiful it makes you wanna cry”, but this one is anything but the definition of innocence. Look at this gorgeous and tragic beauty and his waterfall of extra sleek purple hair. I’m…so hopelessly in love it’s not funny anymore

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3. Kouyou. LONG LIVE THE QUEEN. Hair up or down she’s simply the definition of iconic I would trade my own hair for hers right now immediately.

4. Atsushi. He’s one of my white haired sons and of course he has to be here. I’m pretty sad the anime didn’t keep his lock of black hair, but for sure he has one of the most unique anime hair I’ve ever seen. And he’s another fan of the single long lock, which is a big plus. Rock those bangs baby!

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5. Kunikida. GIVE ME KUNIKIDA WITH HIS HAIR DOWN OR GIVE ME DEATH @ASAGIRI PLEASE. Also, I need to know everything about his hair routine, which conditioner does he uses? Does he brush it every night? Did Dazai ever play with his hair (I mean, I would)? Does he canonically have the best hair of the ADA? HOW IS IT POSSIBLE FOR HIM TO BE THIS PERFECT I WONDER

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 - bonus: special mention to our favorite Mafia boss who looks like he just got out from at a Pantene commercial 

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anonymous asked:

?!?! The Halloween costume version and the movie version Look Exactly Same. Why you got to be so unnecessary mean about this movie?

TBH I was thinking of the yellow dress, in this case – I think MOAR PETTICOATS were desperately needed.

I do have to say, though, I don’t think anyone can really be “mean” about a corporate project. I’d never be as exasperated with something creator-driven. It’s when something with so much manpower and money behind it is allowed to proceed without resolving plot holes and without a clear and cohesive design direction that I feel intense frustration. I should note that this is endemic of the decade or so of Disney and Pixar films, I am just as frustrated with Frozen, Up, Brave and Tangled, but I don’t manage a blog focused on The Snow Queen or Rapunzel, so I don’t give it the same level of attention.

For personal context, being critical of media is part of my job. I’m a professional storyteller – I hold degrees in animation and fine art with an English minor. I write for licensed Disney properties, I teach animation design at a college level. Being critical makes me a better storyteller, because it helps me to identify where things fail, and to hopefully take those lessons and apply them to my own work. Similarly, being critical of art direction makes me a better, more thoughtful designer. 

What this also means is I am VERY critical. Even of things I deeply adore, and this is often confusing for people. A friend of mine thought I hated Howl’s Moving Castle because of my critiques of it, but it’s honestly a great favourite of mine. I can’t just enjoy a thing anymore. I have to dissect it, because I have to understand how and why it works the way it does.

That said, since the baby was born I barely get to sleep, let alone thoughtfully analyze films. I’ve reblogged snarky memes about it, but not really sat down to pick apart the thing point by point or really made much of a statement on it (perhaps it is those reblogs coming across as unkind?). I think ultimately, the live action BATB suffers because it tries to cobble disparate parts onto onto the near-perfect script of the 1991 film, and they simple don’t fit. Plot elements are introduced and dropped before reaching a logical conclusion, characterization is uneven and emotional beats miss their mark. Chekov’s gun is left loaded on the mantle.  If the film had fully departed from the animated film and been its own thing, I think it could have succeeded (most of the Gaston scenes were excellent and fun, for example). If it had simply redone the animated film scene for scene it could have succeeded. In keeping one foot in both camps, it fails to be either and I think that is where my great disappointment lies. In lost potential.

Visually, I felt like there were too many things going on with the costumes that didn’t seem connected. The baroque stylings of  opening sequence aren’t revisited later in the film, making it stand apart awkwardly. Belle’s costuming feels limp compared to fullness of other character’s costumes (MOAR PETTICOATS). CG creatures in general give me uncanny valley shudders in a way practical effects don’t. They move too fluidly and the weight always seems wrong. Again, this might be because of my training – I spent years being graded on my ability to to see this and compensate for it. I don’t know what things look like to people who haven’t been taught to reverse engineer films and books. I’m not saying I can do better, I’m just saying I can’t unsee it.

Like I said above, I work on licensed properties. I know just how tied one’s hands are when it comes to legacy characters, and how frustrating it is to be told that you cannot do this or that. And those rules are constantly changing, depending on who is in charge. I have no doubt that the filmmakers themselves had a thousand hurdles and frustrations to overcome to arrive where they did, and I know that no single creative vision ever makes it to the screen intact. That’s why my feelings here are primarily frustration – it could have been good, but it wound up a heap of mismatched odds and ends instead.

I am not telling you not to love it. Love it with all your heart. I have guilty pleasures aplenty (Labyrinth is a hot mess and I’ve seen it at least twenty times. The emotional core works. Suspiria makes no damn sense, but the design direction is, pardon the pun, to die for. Utena is all over the map but holy frig that third season twist!). Loving something doesn’t make it perfect or untouchable, but being flawed doesn’t mean there aren’t things to love. So i hope you wont confuse my criticism for cruelty, or my snark for serious commentary. It would be mean to speak thusly about a single creator’s vision, but it isn’t mean to do this to a giant commercial venture created by a corporate juggernaut. There’s nothing wrong with expecting more from a company whose bread and butter is, ostensibly, storytelling and cinema, and there is everything to learn by being analytical towards our media.

TL;DR: I’m disappointed that something with so much promise was handled clumsily. That yellow dress looks floppy.

bechloe fic rec masterpost

as promised, here is a more detailed masterpost of my bechloe fic recs! some of these are nsfw so make sure to check the rating. this isn’t by any means complete (or in any specific order), so I’ll be adding more every now and then but for now:

and basically you should just read literally everything by these users:

these are of course just my personal favorites, so please feel free to give me fic recs of your own:)

Sleep - Jimin

Scenario: Jimin stays behind to keep you company while you’re doing homework. What you don’t know is that you both have feelings for each other. 

(Note: I did this scenario in 3rd person, I typically write in 1st person but wanted to give 3rd a try and see if I liked writing in that style.)

Word Count: 2,090

Genre: Fluff

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They were sitting on the floor in her room. She was working on some homework, and the others were out exploring the small town. Jimin had planned on going with them, butt the thought of her alone in the small apartment made his heart clench with worry. So he decided to stay in, to keep her company as he told himself.

This decision had surprised her. Jimin, while he knew English and tried his hardest, tended to not speak it very much. And her not knowing Korean except for a few words, made the situation a little harder. But somehow, they understood each other despite the language barrier.

At first, Jimin had been sitting on her bed watching the Television. He knew she planned to work on homework that her professor wanted done by nine o’ clock. She smiled at him and quickly settled on the floor, resting her back against her bed while opening up the reading assignment.

Jimin raised an eyebrow at her, glanced at the bed, and then back at her. There was plenty of room for her to join him. He didn’t want her to be uncomfortable sitting on the ground.

“Uh, excuse me,” he carefully spoke.

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When the King Likes You

Based off this request: i was wondering if you can do a fluff one? Where crowley is interested in the reader and she is in love with him but thinks he prefers…. thinner….women. but he proves her wrong. You can keep the sarcasm that is Crowley. Thanks:)

*Crowley-centric

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The boys had left you alone at the motel. They’d offered for you to go with them, but you were weary from travel and hunts. You’d much rather stay back and gorge yourself on vending machine snacks and reality TV.

The knock at the door startled you. You quickly grabbed your gun and held it at your side as you peered out the peephole.

What you saw there made your heart flutter and shudder at the same time.

You slowly opened the door, leaving the chain on. “Crowley. What do you want?”

“Hello, darling,” the King of Hell crooned at you. “I’ve got some information for Moose and Squirrel. May I come in?”

“They’re not here.” You silently cursed yourself. Should you really have told him that?

“Hm. Well, mind if I come in and wait for them? It’s a long journey from Hell and I’d rather not make it twice in one day.”

You looked him up and down. He seemed unarmed, but really, what sort of physical weapon did the King of Hell need? But he’d never harmed you in any way….

You felt the weight of the gun in your hand. You knew you were more than capable of protecting yourself. Sam and Dean had made sure to leave behind plenty of weapons.

“Fine,” you said, shutting the door and removing the chain. When you opened it back up, Crowley smiled at you.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said, walking in past you. The nickname made your heart flutter again, but you tried not to think too much of it. Surely he called all women that. It didn’t make you special.

You tried to play it cool as you stalked past him and flopped on the bed. The crinkle of cellophane made you wince and you were suddenly aware of just how many snack wrappers littered the room. Sure, some of them were from Dean, but the ones on the bed were all from you.

You felt, more than noticed, Crowley looking at you. You quickly swept all the wrappers on to the floor, as if that reversed your having eaten what had been in them. “Sorry,” you mumbled, unsure what exactly you were apologizing for.

You turned your attention back to the television and tried not to jump out of your skin when Crowley sat next to you. The King of Hell commandeered whatever space he wanted and somehow managed to look regal even while sitting on the obnoxiously loud floral printed quilt.

“What are you watching?”

“Trashy TV,” you said, unsure what exactly you’d stumbled upon. Hopefully it wasn’t anything too embarrassing.

“Ah,” Crowley said after a moment. “I recognize her. I believe one of my crossroad demons made a deal with her—got her this show. Shame she’ll be losing her soul in…” You saw him check his watch. “Two and a half years.”

You looked back at the screen. The woman he was talking about was someone you were envious of—perfect hair, perfect teeth, perky breasts, taught stomach, tiny waist and hips—tiny everything except breasts, really. You self-consciously pulled your knees up towards you and wrapped your arms around them.

You and the King of Hell watched the television for a bit, in silence. Once or twice you thought you saw him glance over at you. During the commercial, he finally spoke again.

“You know, there’s something that I’ve always wondered about you, darling. Which of these boys do you plan on taking as your Prince Charming?”

You scoffed. “Neither. And I find it insulting that you assume I’m going to fall in love with one of them, just because I hunt with them. I’m stronger than that, thank you.”

“Oh, I know you’re strong, love. I just thought surely with their charming smiles and alluring personalities…”

“I’m not looking for Prince Charming.”

“Oh,” Crowley said, a strange expression on his face. “Are you…”

“No,” you said with the slightest roll of your eyes. “I’m not looking for Prince Charming, because I don’t need to be whisked off my feet and saved. And besides, why be a princess when you could be a queen?”

Your heart leapt to your throat, realizing what you’d said. ‘No, no, no,’ you thought to yourself. ‘Please don’t let him–’

Crowley let out a laugh at that. “Very good,” he said, a smile on his face. There was a strange look in his eye, which made you turn away from him. “You know, I do believe I’ve got an opening for you…”

“Please,” you said. “You don’t want me. You’d probably much rather have someone like her,” you pointed at the screen, where the woman from before was back. “She’s more fit to be a queen.”

Crowley noticed the emphasis you put on the word ‘fit’. “Love, I’d much rather have a pretty little thing like you beside me than that pile of silicone and diet pills.”

You weren’t sure which word shocked you more, ‘pretty’ or ‘little’. You dared take another look at Crowley and all you saw in his eyes was sincerity. You remained frozen in place as the King of Hell gently slid his hand into one of yours.

“Besides,” he said in a low voice. “‘Y/N, Queen of Hell’ does have a nice ring to it.”

You looked down at your clasped hands, trying to hide the smile creeping onto your face.

“You don’t have to give me an answer immediately,” Crowley said, drawing your attention to his face. “But I do hope you’ll give me the chance to show you how wonderful it would be.”

You bit your lip. “I’d like that,” you said in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

Niggas in Hollywood just do the drugs right in front of you and act like aint shit happened. Motherfuckers be gay in Hollywood when you never expect it. They be having these big mansion parties and the whole mansion is a party and its a separate party in the little rooms. You be looking in all the rooms and you look into the wrong room. Is that two niggas kissing? Shut the door. It’s time to stop believing bullshit. We too old, we too smart. We too good to believe shit that don’t make sense. You’re too old to be believing in evolution but you’re too stupid. Evolution says people came from monkeys and the question is why are there still monkeys you dumb. Money can’t solve what’s fucked up about you. They already have concentration camps in the United States of America that they’ve been building for 4 years now (FEMA) and the question is who in the f are they going to put in that. They got to hate and Jesus was perfect. They don’t give a f*ck about us. These motherfuckers don’t give a f*ck about the medicine, they’re out making their motherfucking money. They give you one medication supposed to fix up some shit and the side effect f*ck up your leg. These motherfuckers don’t give a f*ck. One month they say this is the best medicine ever, it’ll cure everything. Then three months later you hear this quiet-ass commercial Have you or one of your loved ones been killed using our medicine? Dial 1-800-OUR BAD. The USDA has approved the sale of cloned meat to the American public. We saw the movie ‘Multiplicity’ we know what cloned means, it means retarded. You’re gonna feed us the retarded-ass cloned cow meat? I though niggas was gonna ride and tear up the streets. Some of you same niggas gonna be eating the shit outta that cloned meat and talking shit this cloned meat is delicious. Some of us are against the Illuminati, and we are against the Illuminati at our own detriment. When people are against the Illuminati, then they get punched in the face all the time, the press hates them and nobody likes them. Dave Chappelle has never been a part of the Illuminati, they don’t want him or me or people like us. But now, it’s not necessarily for us to stir up that hornet’s nest, unless we intent to get stung a million times. I didn’t understand that, they had to sting me a million times. I’m still not going to join, but I respect it a little more. Illuminati want me dead, I walk around like I don’t care. Understand, even if they was gonna kill me for the shit I got to say, I don’t know why I’m still here in the first place. I know if your mouth is really really big and you like to tell the truth for a living and you like to air people out, hatred is coming your way. I didn’t know it was going to be this type of hatred, but I’m concrete in all things because of He who strengthens me. That doesn’t mean I always make the right decisions, but I’m going to stand by what I stand for. At some point you have to figure out what example are you trying to be. If it’s just gonna be you’re gonna make it and live happily ever after and go off into the sunset then that’s what that is, otherwise you’re on the frontline of this battle. And those of us who understand that understand that this is a part of what comes with it. Satan, all your people suck. Satan ain’t shit. Everything he try to do he uses it cause he ain’t shit. His people ain’t shit, nothing he likes is shit.
Having tall women as models is not a poor representation of women

Modeling is a profession first established in 1853. So a pretty long time ago. Models are known for walking down a runway, selling overpriced bras and underwear and being tall and slender. “Why are models so tall?” Is something that people often ask. 

To be a model, you have to be at least 5'7". To walk the runway, you have to be at least 5'9". Being 5'7" in the modeling industry, take Cara Delevinge or Barbara Palvin, is considered short. Any female above 6'0", like Karlie Kloss, is considered tall. Anything in between would be average.

So why is it like this? Why are models supposed to be tall? Well, here’s why:

A models job is to sell products. That’s really all it is. When you’re a model, you’re not considered a human being. You are treated and considered a product. What type of human being is going to draw attention to products? Something that you don’t often see. So a tall woman. Think about it. Most women aren’t tall, so if you see a tall woman in the ad then wow you may just notice the product. Advertisers and the fashion industry want you to see something you don’t often see. If most women were tall, models would be short. 

So considering this, how is having tall women as models a poor representation of women? The purpose of modeling is to sell products and it’s not supposed to be realistic. Nothing in the media, let alone the fashion industry, is realistic! Most advertisements only cater to caucasians and heterosexuals when the second largest religion in the world is Islam and by year 2030 there will be more African Americans then caucasians in America. And your biggest concern about the media is having a 5'10" woman modelling shoes in a commercial? You think that’s discrimination? No. It isn’t. I don’t know, maybe I’m reading too far into things. You can’t turn to the fashion industry and say “You can’t have tall women anymore for your models. Tall women are a minority.” That’s ridiculous. There’s so much more wrong with the media and this society. Trying to control everything in the media and perfect it is what’s truly unrealistic and no matter what you do it’ll turn out to be a poor representation of the world. I guess what I’m trying to say is: Choose your battles.

the son you always had (III)

(four lives william scully didn’t have, and one he did)

this one got weird and over-long

tomorrow’s WON’T BE SAD. but it also might not be tomorrow, because I might not have internet tomorrow. we’ll find out!

part I, part II

III. 2008

It’s the last day of school before Christmas, and William is stuck in a red sweater with a snowman on it. It’s way too warm to wear a sweater and the nearest snowman is hundreds of miles away, but there’s no use arguing with Grandma about stuff like this.

His cousin Matty is also wearing a dumb Christmas sweater - his is green, with Rudolph on the front - and they walk to school in shared misery. Matty is in fourth grade, and he walks William to school every day. William is glad to have him. Most second-graders don’t have a big kid to protect them.

Not that Matty is very threatening in the Rudolph sweater.

They part ways when they get to the front door of the school. Today is a fake day, all songs and cookies and watching Disney movies on the whiteboard.

In the morning, Mrs. Marquez sort of pretends to teach. They do a math lesson where they add and subtract candy canes, and during art they make snowmen out of cotton balls. William is not the only kid in his class wearing a dumb snowman sweater.

William loves Mrs. Marquez, with her big eyes and her soft voice. A couple of the kids have accidentally called her Mom this year, and William is deeply glad that he isn’t one of them. It seems even worse, somehow, to do that when you don’t have a mom of your own.

(William doesn’t yet know the details of his parents’ deaths. He knows that it was a car accident, he knows that it was a tragedy. He doesn’t know his parents were fugitives on the run from the law. In a few years Matty will turn mean, as children tend to do, and he will be the one who tells William the truth, taunting him: you’re a criminal too, you’re gonna go to jail, you’re just like them. Years after that he’ll apologize, and William will barely remember that it ever happened - they’ll have been friends for so long, and there will be so much water under the bridge.)

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Comments on Mix and Match ep 1 consisted of

“B.I is so rude to the new trainees wtf this is why I hate him. Always have, always will.”

“Team B needed a whole new vocal line anyway they were lacking so much in skill and that’s why WINNER was and forever will be better.”

“Why does YG hate WINNER so much I mean he’s giving Team B another survival show jeez it’s all about Team B around here.”

Okay wow what is wrong with people?

1. If you were told your team that has been training together for about 2 years could possibly be ripped apart by these random people you’ve never met who might not even have any skills, would you be happy? You probably wouldn’t be. Team B are like brothers. They’re gonna be uncomfortable with these new trainees. You can’t expect Hanbin to be the nicest person all the times. He was being real. He doesn’t want his team to separate.
2. Have you people heard how much the Team B vocal line has grown since the end of WIN? Clearly you haven’t. They all sound freaking amazing now! They’ve been training nonstop since the end of WIN because they all want to stay together.

3. Yes, YG favors Team B, but that doesn’t mean he hates WINNER and I’m tired of some Inner Circles saying he does. You guys complained about having to wait so long for 2014 S/S but it only took so long for them to debut because YG wanted to give them exposure in Japan with Big Bang, get them in some magazines, get them some commercials, and, oh yeah, make sure their album was freaking perfect. And guess what. It was! WINNER had an amazing debut. And Team B getting another survival show? That’s not something they’re happy about or proud of. iKON might not even end up with the original six members. They probably hate having to do another survival show. I know I would.

In other words, I hate seeing stupid comments like this on everything Team B does. If you don’t like them, the things they do, or the things YG has them do, just leave. Don’t watch the show. Don’t watch the videos. Just go. We Team B/iKON fans don’t need your negativity. Seriously…

Mean Girls Meets Tumblr

Tumblr Person #1: Welcome to Tumblr. This dash shows the page’s central nervous system. The mainframe. You got your anime fans, Whovians, Potterheads, Marvel Lovers, Fannibals, Browncoats, Tributes, Sherlockians, Wholockians, Superwholockians, Hanniwholockians, Trekkies, Star Wars fans, Ringers, Bronies, Ooovians, SPNFamily, Unsullied, Factionless, The Greatest people you will ever meet ((insert your fandom here)), and the WORST. Beware of the “Life Ruiners”.

Non-Tumblr Person: Who are the “Life Ruiners?”

Tumblr Person#2: They’re tumblr royalty.  If Tumblr was Us Weekly, they would be always on the cover

Tumblr Person #1: That’s Misha Collins. He’s one of the nicest men you’ll ever meet. She met him last year at Comic Con.

Tumblr Person #2: He let me kiss his hip!

Tumblr Person #1: That tall one? That’s Benedict Cumberbatch. He’s totally set for life because he’s Britain’s main character actor right now. He studies every character he takes on to excess. He knows everything about every one of them.

Tumblr Person #2: That’s why his hair is so curly, it’s full of secrets!

Tumblr Person #1: And perfection takes a human form in Thomas William Hiddleston. Don’t be fooled because he may seem like your typical tea-drinking, Shakespeare-reading, charity-helping, fan-loving angel faced ho-bag, but in reality, he’s so much more than that.

Tumblr Person #2: He’s the King of Tumblr. The star

Tumblr Person # 1: How do I describe Tom Hiddleston?

Hiddlestoner #1: Tom Hiddleston is flawless.

Hiddlestoner #2: I hear his voice is insured for 10,000 pounds.

Hiddlestoner #3: I hear he does car commercials for the Super Bowl.

Hiddlestoner #4: One time, he stood next to Helen Mirren and she told him he was a great actor.

Hiddlestoner #5: One time, I saw him breathing. It was awesome.

Believe in Swan Queen

Okay, I’m finally doing this! 

I am Swen

Hey everyone. I’m Dom (Dominique to my mother, but only when she’s yelling at me). I’m a 21 girl who has no idea how to adult. I was born and raised in Pennsylvania, USA. I was raised a Dallas Cowboys fan, so for those of you that like football, you would know that being a Cowboys fan where I’m from is a big no-no. Tbh the only bullying I’ve ever experienced in my life was just the fact that I liked the Cowboys. I could rant about that forever, but no one needs to hear how I get when I talk about football. I don’t really think I’m that good at much. I’m good at bullshitting life. Does that count? I’m counting it. My favorite color(s) are all shades of blue really. Mainly navy blue (this relates to the football thing really). 

I’m the least healthiest person you’ll ever meet. I know, it’s horrible, but I just hate almost every food that’s good for you. My favorite drink is Sprite. I drink at least 2 cans a day. It use to be more so don’t judge me. I got a little better. My favorite food is a cheeseburger. My favorite movie of all time is Forrest Gump (with Imagine me and You and Love Actually in second and third. Now thatI’m thinking about it Pitch Perfect 1 and 2 are probably in from of Imagine Me and You now-a-days). One of my favorite genres of music is country. My favorite show is Grey’s Anatomy seasons 1-7. I don’t like to think about seasons 8 and after. Some of my other OTPs, oh jeez, I’m gonna try to keep this as short as possible: Jori (Victorious), Rizzles (Rizzoli and Isles), MerDer (Grey’s Anatomy I hate everything), Bechloe (Pitch Perfect), Clexa (The 100), Siophie (Coronation Street: I use to ship them so hard tbh), Naomily (skins), Spashley (South of Nowhere), Ryan and Marissa (The OC), Jax and Tara (Sons of Anarchy), Tig and Venus (Sons of Anarchy)…remember when I said I was gonna make this short? Idk what happened but I’m forcing myself to stop right now.

I LOVE Swan Queen

Okay, so I started OUAT when it first premiered in 2011. I just remember my mom and I kept seeing commercials and ads about this show everywhere so we were like, why not watch it? It looked good. I started shipping Swan Queen full on by 1x05 (That Still Small Voice). I truly thought Regina was going to kiss Emma when she walked up to her at the mines when they were talking about saving Henry. Like why else get that close?! It still blows my mind that they didn’t kiss. I’m a huge sucker for the classic season 1 Swan Queen. I like when my ships bicker like crazy. But I’m also a HUGE fan of season 4 Swan Queen. My babies have come so far and it just so amazing to see the difference from season 1. I love it so much much, it hurts. My favorite season 4 moment? hmm too many to choose just one. I would have to say when Regina magics herself out of the bug and is all like “Thanks for trying, Miss Swan”. But then that stupid looking monster flies over the town line and Regina looks at Emma. You know, THE LOOK. The look that killed us. The look of true love. 

Anyways, why I love Swan Queen so much. Why I’ve devoted my life to them over any other couple. Well, even though the OUAT writing team aren’t saying this right now, Swan Queen is actually the greatest love story I’ve ever seen. It’s the perfect modern fairy tale. What’s more romantic than the person created to break the Evil Queen’s curse is also said Queen’s true love? It’s fucking beautiful. AND THEY HAVE A SON. I just want them to all have their happy ending with each other. Why is that so difficult, A&E? Honestly, I have so much to say about them, but there’s just too much to say and this post is already long AF.

I LOVE SWEN

This fandom is beyond incredible. I never thought in a million years that when I joined Tumblr, I’d find a group like Swen to fall into. And no matter how much I hate OUAT now (I do, I really don’t like the show anymore, I’m purely watching for Regina and Swan Queen/ Swan Mills moments) I just can’t give up on Swan Queen. I’m way too deep now to just walk away, no matter how many times I say I will. Also, I truly believe Swan Queen is endgame so I’m waiting for the day it happens and then just go ape shit all over the internet about it. I’m so excited. Anyways, I’ve met some amazing people through Swen. But, I must say you guys, the fanfictions are what I live for. I honestly don’t see the point in reading books anymore when Swan Queen fanficiton is so much more entertaining. I could read about Emma and Regina falling in love 80 trillion times and I’d still cry every single time. Speaking of Swan Queen fanficiton and crying, I would like to give a special shoutout to purple-hershey and hunnyfresh. You guys are the reason for most of my tears and I couldn’t be more thankful. The fan art, the vids, this fandom is damn talented! Shoutout to every member of Swen. This fandom goes through hell and back and yet we come out stronger every single time. And once again with this Believe in Swan Queen movement (thanks by the way dakota829snow and ethan-8!) we continue to grow stronger as a fandom that refuses to be silenced. It’s amazing. All you guys are amazing. Never change. 

necess-cereal  asked:

Tbh, the question I ask myself the most is: Does Oda know ZOSAN exists and what's his opinion about it? .... Maybe it's his OTP?

Believe me, he’s the most mysterious mangaka in this world lol you can’t and will never have a chance to guess it right about what he’s thinking of.

But in commercial way, I guess in a very very very high percent that he knows. Oda knows about the existence of ZoSan (aka Zoro x Sanji or even Sanji x Zoro or just the higher level of relationship between these two more than just friends which made up by fans).

He would not know it by himself like kinda shipping things (He’s not a SA/YA mangaka, don’t daydream about Oda get ZoSan in boylove ship), but his secretaries work in his sponsor side/commercial companies will mention him. They might tell him, not just about ZoSan but about other ships too, other things that come from One Piece’s fans. Because, manga isn’t just a masterpiece combine with artwork and writing, it’s futher an industry in Japan. But I don’t think Oda will ship ZoSan or in some purposes drawing out their interaction in manga for us fans, like kinda fan services. He’s not that type, he just makes everything perfect for One Piece - an adventure shounen Manga. He just know about the existence, that’s all.

If you’re telling me about ‘just friend’ of best friend, friendship between Zoro and Sanji when you call out ZoSan in your ask, then I think Oda, he more than just knows about it. He created it. (so that everytime people tell me that Zoro and Sanji hate each other and I’m kinda ‘wait whut, whut did ya say? did you really read the one piece?’)  He perfectly created them, put them in the very strong bond of best friends and rivals in which they fight to understand each other. Their relationship had been showed out very clearly through the Little Garden Arc, metaphorically hidden in the story between two Giant Warriors Dorry and Brogy.

They fought a lot but then gave the very great honor to each other through each day, each moment they had - to the edge of wanting to die under each other hands if they have to, not under any other opponents. OR to die for each others. 

I don’t know how strong Oda thinks about the friendship of ZoSan or how strong he wants to show them to us, which level, which depth, but I’m sure know through many canon details, he wants to show us fans a very very simple but important thing - Zoro and Sanji are not hating each other. Beside in volume 2 of One Piece, Oda did said that he was inspired very much, ever since he was a young boy with a book named Vicke Viking which affected much to the One Piece he created, and what we got here is:

fine, Oda.

very fine.

the way of caring for each others. deeply.

The ending of Thriller Bark is so ton of explosion ZoSan feel so I won’t mention it again here.

I just love how Oda did, I really does. And in my subjectively personal opinion I would say they are a pair, Oda created them a pair. No matter that word ‘pair’ is come from ‘One True Pairing’ (aka OTP) or not. Just read as much SBS as you can and you can get me right when I’m telling that Oda created Zoro and Sanji as a pair like how he love to answer the question about his pair. OMG he even gave out a little time to count how many times of his pair calling each other by name or nicknames

Beside (again) after the new cover of volume 78 of One Piece was informed I got a thought that may be Oda got his fetish in putting Green and Yellow as a pair of whatever (I don’t even know, just a pair okay?)

Sorry for this very damn long post.

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Hip-hop is a reactionary genre, therefore the essential artist at any point in its history can be considered an accurate reflection of our society. From Eminem’s late-90s rebellion-for-rebellion’s-sake sentiments, to Kanye’s self-aware pre-economic-crash obsession with consumerism, the star of this genre have consistently captured the mood of America, warts and all. Right now, the “star” seems to be Kendrick Lamar: a Compton MC who name had always garnered respectful nods from mixtape connoisseurs, but whose stock really rocketed with the release of his sophomore album, Good Kid, M.A.A.D City. Rightfully acclaimed by critics and consumers, Good Kid… managed to be a commercially successful hip-hop concept album that managed to touch on deeper subjects without sounding self-righteous. It is, unquestionably, one of the finest albums of the decade, and quite rightly put Kendrick on the map as one of the most influential figures in 21st Century music. Since then, everything he has done has surpassed expectations: from word-perfect guest features on his contemporary’s releases, to hard hitting and often abstract singles, Lamar has given us no reason to doubt his prowess. He is, deservedly, the centre of the hip-hop universe right now. So what can we learn about America from his latest release, To Pimp A Butterfly?

Well… America is pretty fucked up, basically. To Pimp A Butterfly is angry in a way that hasn’t really be heard in commercially viable hip-hop since NWA were causing protests over “Fuck Tha Police”. To Pimp A Butterfly has caused a stir with certain sections of his white audience for being too overtly focused on race politics, but this causes one to wonder if they have really been listening to hip-hop, and not just hearing it as background noise. The experiences of black Americans has been key to practically any album release in the genre’s history; the only difference with this release is that Kendrick goes deeper into the reality of the violence, drugs and sex that often make rappers “the new rockstars”. Perhaps this is because Kendrick is not merely posturing, but is instead speaking his mind on issues that hum along unpleasantly in the background of modern society that are far easier for this section of the audience to ignore, rather than confront. This is, of course, jarring, but necessary. When you consider everything that has happened in America over the past few months, perhaps the most important thing we can do now is shut the fuck up, listen, and maybe learn something.

Despite political themes being central to this album, the media focus on them is a little worrying for its legacy. Its politics seem in danger of overshadowing everything else about it, which is a shame, because while Lamar’s message is obviously incredibly important, both musically and lyrically, you’ll be hard pressed to find an album this decade that can match it. Lamar himself even told the New York Times that considering this album purely political would be “short-changing it”, and although he goes on to focus on the other themes on the album, it is also important to release what a spectacle it is from a purely musical standpoint. Jazz, funk and spoken word are all heavily prominent, and used amazingly effectively.

“For Free?”, for example, refuses to confine jazz within the usually rhythmically stiff parameters of hip-hop. Instead, Lamar bends to jazz’s off-the-beat expectations, and uses an almost scat-like flow, which causes either the hip-hop or jazz elements of the track to be compromised. Meanwhile, an obvious funk inspiration underpins almost every element of To Pimp A Butterfly. From the word go, George fucking Clinton leads the charge into the albums opener, Wesley’s Theory, while bass virtuoso Thundercat provides a slap bass masterclass that Bootsy Collins would be proud of. These prominent bass grooves are continued on “King Kunta”, which climaxes with a chant of “we want the funk!”, harking back to Parliament’s legendary Mothership Connection. These gleeful nods to the precursors of hip-hop provide To Pimp A Butterfly with an every changing texture, which causes the albums epic running time to seem more like an odyssey than a slog.

Something else that needs to be considered is that of the many subjects that are touched upon within this album, Kendrick Lamar’s almost religious dedication to hip-hop as an art form is perhaps the most ubiquitous theme. This is directly expressed in the bluntest of fashions at several points on the album, perhaps most memorably on the line “Critics want to mention that they miss when hip-hop was rappin’/Motherfucker if you did, then Killer Mike’d be platinum” on “Hood Politics”. This theme is also revisited on “King Kunta”, when Lamar audibly sounds exasperated when he claims “I can dig rapping, but a rapper with a ghost writer/What the fuck happened?”. Kendrick is a passionate rapper, but his tone of voice when he spits lines such as these is almost indignant, like he takes half-arsed lyrics personally. And who can blame him? Throughout the album, Lamar proves that this is not pure arrogance, and shows an amazing range, tackling everything from gripping spoken word on the 12 minute epic “Mortal Man”, to catchy, in-the-pocket hooks on “King Kunta”.

Some critics have faced a backlash for jumping the gun on calling To Pimp A Butterfly a “classic”, but it’s almost impossible to reach the end of the last track and not feel like you have heard something truly special. It seems that Kendrick has achieved something on a similar level to what Radiohead have achieved in the realm of rock music. He has created music that can simultaneously exist within the mainstream while maintaining a huge cult following, that can be experimental without scaring away arena crowds, and that can tackle huge subjects without sounding preachy. Time will tell if it is truly a “classic”, but unless another artist seriously ups their game, there isn’t really anyone who is going to take the title of “album of the decade” away from him.

all gastly can go fuck themselves and here’s why. when I was little I was so proud of how much I thought I knew about pokemon. I had all those dumb little handbooks and cheap electronic pokedexes and everything. so whenever the “who’s that pokemon” thing came up, I always tried to beat my friends and shout out the answer first. that is, until this bullshit came up. after the most stressful commercial break of my life, my perfect streak of knowing pokemon silhouettes was forever tainted, and it’s all because of this terrible multi-dimensional piece of shit. you look like cum and I hate you

dantessi-universe  asked:

MakoHaru for 001

MY TIME HAS COME FOR MY OTP OF THE CENTURY

  • when I started shipping it if I did: I didn’t even ship them during the commercial phase. BUT I started shipping them the second Makoto opened the backdoor to Haru’s house. I was just shocked he could do that HAHAHHAA
  • my thoughts: THIS IS THE SHIP THAT MADE ME GAY. It’s perfect. It’s everything I wanted. They are both supportive and Makoto is the only one who gets Haru’s strange humor. I WANT TO WRITE AN ESSAY BUT I WILL BORE YOU OTL
  • What makes me happy about them: Those fond looks they give each other and those secret looks when they think the other is not looking. ksdhfksjdf
  • What makes me sad about them: THEY DIDNT GO PRO TOGETHER WTF
  • things done in fanfic that annoys me: “Drop the chan” it gets annoying when EVERY fic uses this. It was okay the first few 20 times.
  • things I look for in fanfic: Asexuality done right. And fluff in general. I’m not too big on smut. In fact, I avoid is as much as I can. Unless I’m that desperate for fics.
  • Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Makoto with Rin. 
  • My happily ever after for them: I want them to have a family together. Adopt kids or them getting a surrogate mother. Okay, they don’t even need to have kids, they can just love those at the SWIM CLUB which Coach Sasabe will give to them when he’s really old. I just want them together and in love. In their own house in Iwatobi. Being all domestic and sappy. I just… I want them really happy and content with their lives.
  • who is the big spoon/little spoon: BIG SPOON IS HARU LITTLE SPOON IS MAKOTO because that is the cutest thiiiiinnggg <3 
  • what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Swimming and cooking. Or at least Haru teaching Makoto how to cook. And most definitely reading. throughout the years, they have collected so much books they have their own library with a comfy long couch where they can extend to a bed. Most of the time in the afternoon, they end up napping there while reading and it’s adorable. ;__;