facebook on the other hand

Bad news

Since an hour ago i arrived at Santiago (where the concert is being held) and when i checked facebook i saw two videos being shared between Chilean fans.

Both videos showed whom I assume was an interpreter trying to keep fans away from the restaurant where BTS was eating. He was super polite and explained that the boys were tired and that they needed to eat and then to rest for the concert. However, a group of 20-30 people were arguing that they just wanted to see them or greet them. They even said that BTS were artist and that they owed(?) the fans some sort of greeting or recognition.

The dude tried to explain that there were fans screaming and disturbing BTS all day and that they just wanted to rest, but the “fans” kept demanding some sort of recognition.

I tried to download the video but Facebook didn’t let me.

On the other hand, this situation is being taken seriously by the Chilean fandom by trying to spread awareness between the fans.

I’m so mad and embarrassed. Really, I don’t know how some people can think that way and don’t care about the well being of people you supposedly like. I don’t know what to think of this, but at the same time I want overseas fans to understand that there were only 20-30 fans (maybe 100 if we count the ones from the morning) and that there are more than 20,000 fans who are going to both concerts. This a minority.

Ugh, I’m so sorry.

{hi hello hey here comes a wall of text because I haven’t blogged in soooo long and I have all this stuff built up and I’m on mobile and have no idea how to do a read more so sorry just keep scrolling if you don’t wanna read okay bye}

so my Grandmaster posted this on my Facebook today.

(and yes, before you ask, he has “Master” listed as part of his name because he’s trained for like 50 years and nobody refers to him by his first name okay enough disclosures here)

if you’re just tuning in, I train in taekwondo. I have been for a couple years now. I’m currently an advanced blue belt. and I’ve loved it for the most part. It’s been a huge part of my life, yadda yadda yadda. read my “steph does taekwondo” tag if you want more backstory

recently I’ve been having a hard time. I have thought about quitting a lot. my main instructor predominately teaches at another dojang now, I only see him in passing maybe once a month. I miss him a lot. There was just a black belt class that tested, and most of them will stop training regularly. We’ve had a ton of changes in people, class time, focus, etc.

sometimes I’m the only adult training with a bunch of kids. sometimes grandmaster is too busy and the class is largely unstructured. sometimes he’ll tell the black belts to do one thing, he takes the white belts, and then I’m left to just figure it out. I do a lot of poomsae on my own.

in fact, since my instructor is at the other school right now, I’m alone a lot. Grandmaster largely ignores me.

the other day, we had an unusual class of 10+ people, 8 of them lower rank than me, so I was at the front of the room (we line up in order if that makes sense). Grandmaster stood opposite of me, calling out various kicks and drills he wanted us to do. he commented on everyone’s performance - “B, nice job. C, kick higher. R - switch your feet.” etc etc. except me. he said nothing to me or about me and I was two feet in front of him. it was as if he was looking through me. I even purposely did the wrong moves for one drill just to see if he’d notice or say something. He didn’t.

a couple Saturdays ago, we had a “poomsae seminar” with a master from Korea that Grandmaster has known forever and really respects. it was three hours long. THREE HOURS. and guess how many times we did each Taeguek form? once. the first 2.5 hours were spent on just punching, kicking, stretching, and having to do punishment push-ups and stuff because the younger belts couldn’t focus and kept mouthing off. I got a good workout, but I was sooo frustrated by the end. I was anticipating spending much more time going through each form, getting specific feedback, etc. the seminar was for colored belts, they had a separate seminar later that afternoon for black belts, and that’s exactly what they did. they all said they loved it.

Monday’s class, Grandmaster asked students what they learned during the weekend’s seminar. Each black belt stated something that the visiting Master taught them - the timing for a poom, clarification on whether it’s a blade hand over a fist, the height of the kick or the degree of the turn. they were all happy with it.

Grandmaster turns to me and asks me what I learned. I said “nothing new” which I immediately realized was the incorrect answer. He said, “nothing?” and I explained that I had envisioned spending more time doing the actual poomsae forms, since the seminar was called “poomsae seminar.” I said that I felt like it wasn’t for me and that I wasn’t interested in doing another seminar.

He. Went. Off. On. Me.

And I know I’m overly sensitive. but he began ranting about how dumb I must be to think that we would have done poomsae for three hours, that poomsae is made up of each individual movement and that the focus was to strengthen each piece so that the whole would be stronger, and that he was watching me at the seminar and I was making a lot of mistakes and that it’s foolish of me to think that I don’t need to work on the basics and how dare I think I deserve to go to nationals if I can’t even withstand a simple seminar

I just kinda bowed my head and said okay and tried to not cry. he walked away from me and left me to practice my poomsae. but how do you practice after that? he just told me to do individual pieces, not the full forms. I have four different forms that could be selected for competition - which do I choose? do I pick the part I’m least familiar with, knowing he’ll come by and tell me every little thing I did wrong, or do I do a part I know real well? but then I’m not practicing really.

I was kinda frozen there when he turned away from the other students and back to me. he said, “well go on then, Stephanie.” and I replied, “I don’t know what you want me to do.”

he began speaking again but honestly I didn’t hear any more of his words. because now is when I started crying. I work so hard, spend countless hours in the dojang, practice over and over, watch videos of other competitors to see what they do, and all I want is for him to see me and acknowledge me. I don’t care if all he does is correct me, at least that’d show that he’s watching. at the state competition last month, he didn’t watch me perform. He didn’t give me a pep talk before or criticism or praise after. he didn’t even wave from across the room. my instructor watched me; he was the only one.

I had just burst into tears in the middle of class and he. Kept. Talking. He didn’t soften his tone or do anything to show that he even realized I was upset. I, completely embarrassed, said “I gotta go” and ran off the mat. I went into the bathroom where I proceeded to have a full blown anxiety attack. It took several minutes for me to calm down. Finally, i got it together enough to leave the bathroom, grab my gym bag, return to the bathroom to change my clothes, and walk out. I heard him ask, “are you okay?” and I said no and just kept walking. I cried all the way home.

that was April 17, the last time I went to class. the next day, he called me. at least, I think it was him. I don’t have his personal number. He called at 8:30pm, the time the last class ends - no one calls me then. But I was too scared to answer. He didn’t leave a message.

I have a lot of other things going on in my life right now, including a job promotion that starts Monday and my continued house hunting, and I decided to take a little break from training. It’s been a major source of stress and I don’t need that negativity right now. I didn’t really choose a specific timeline for a break - I had my gym bag in my car but each day chose to drive home instead of to the dojang. As each day passed, the more anxious I felt about returning. I thought - “what if he’s mad? what if he yells at me again? what if I have another anxiety attack?” So I haven’t gone back.

I also thought - “what if he doesn’t care? I could just never return, would he notice? Would he say something?”

So on one hand, I’m glad he reached out to me on Facebook. Because he must care at least a little. On the other hand, I’m apprehensive. What if this just blows over and then he goes back to ignoring me?

Sigh. So that’s where I am right now. I don’t know if I’m going to nationals. I don’t know what will happen. I don’t know when I’ll see my instructor again. I don’t even know how to reply to his Facebook post.

but I do know I’ll be in class on Monday.

Chilean news site actually posted about the spine breaker MV on facebook😂😂😂 just bc it was recorded here im crying😂😂😂😂

On the other hand, yours truly is here freaking out cuz there were cans of cheap ass beer in their hotel room???? Like??? Even i can afford that fñbdlfnskdbdmdbs there are better kinds of beer here, mates!!! You could have picked literally anything??? (plus that kind is just 💩)

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It's mind-boggling that so many adaptations try to push the Benvolio/Rosaline pairing. We got After Juliet, Romeo's Ex, the 2013 film, and now Still Star-crossed.

I wonder why! After reading a summary on Goodreads, I found the love plot of Romeo’s Ex rather repetitive—a Capulet and a Montague who fall in love and try to end the feud? Isn’t that exactly what Shakespeare wrote in Romeo and Juliet? If we are to create a romantic relationship for Benvolio, I would rather he loved Mercutio. (I’m still waiting for a production that follows this text post.) As for Rosaline, I do like what the canon explicitly specifies: she does not want to have anything to do with men, so let her.

I have mixed feelings about Still Star-crossed. On the one hand, the diversity of the cast makes me very happy, and it was filmed quite near where I live! (I actually found out about it because a professor from the University of Salamanca mentioned it on his Facebook page.) On the other hand, I’m uncomfortable with the whole premise of the story. It revolves around the idea that the households did not cease the violence after Romeo and Juliet’s suicide. I’ve always thought, however, that the reconciliation of the families was pretty much the whole reason why the story was even told in the first place. If you look at the Prologue, Romeo and Juliet are first mentioned because they were the ones to stop the feud: ‘A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life, / Whose misadventured piteous overthrows / Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.’ A few lines later the same idea is repeated: ’… the continuance of their parents’ rage, / Which, but their children’s end, naught could remove.’

To me, the fact that their love defeated all the hate and violence of Verona is one of the reasons why their story is so powerful and worth telling. This is why I think the idea of Still Star-crossed demolishes Shakespeare’s play and takes away its beauty… if the households impassively continue to exert violence after their children kill themselves in a desperate attempt to escape from the feud, what is the point of their deaths? It becomes quite a desolate story, where nothing can stop tyranny and where not even ‘a glooming peace’ is brought by the morning. However, I think the play does suggest that Romeo and Juliet’s love can indeed overcome their households’ hate. This is why I’m not particularly fond of the plot of the show, not only because of the Rosaline/Benvolio pairing, but because it kind of makes Romeo and Juliet’s deaths pointless.

Sometimes – not often enough that I can find an example easily, but sometimes – I see scorn directed at “Facebook mom memes”, and I don’t really understand why?

“Facebook mom culture”, if you have to view it as a singular entity, has produced some nasty stuff, to be sure. But all the memes I’ve seen singled out have been pretty innocuous? They just, say, feature a franchise that other people are sick of, which last I checked was neither a sin nor at all unique. Or there was one post complaining about Facebook mom ‘LOL I like wine’ jokes. Not sure if there even was a rationale for disliking that. It was just assumed that the reader would hate those.

On the other hand, the post of screencaps of Facebook moms leaping onto other people’s unrelated posts to preach the glories/hardships of motherhood… That was screwed up. Totally understand scorning that. But not everything.

…Okay, that’s a lie, I have a pretty good guess about why it’s everything: middle-aged women are second only to teenage girls in having their interests and activities mocked and devalued. If your mom does it, there must be something wrong with it.

Brad imagine, he’s popular and you’re a nerd; 

[Requested on wattpad] Brad isn’t famous in this btw

Brad has always been that guy who says hello to everyone in the hallways, gets invited to every party, and has hundreds of friends on facebook. You on the other hand are quiet, reserved, and well, a nerd as some may call you. Which is why you and Brad are the strangest best friends. Everyone tells Brad that he should find someone who’s more outgoing, more popular … more like him. He always shakes his head and tells them how you’re his best friend, nothing will change that. 

As you walk through the busy hallway, you clutch your binder close to your chest, hurrying to your locker. You hear snickers all around you, but you try not to let them bother you. You keep your head down as you push your way through people. “Hey Y/N!” A deep male voice shouts. You immediately know who it is. Jake, aka the boy who picks on you every single day. You turn your head to look at him, already nervous. “Yes?” You ask timidly. “You’re looking okay today, let me chance that for you,” he snaps as he shoves you against the lockers. You wince as he slams his fist against your binder, causing it to fall and the papers to fall out. “So I have a shit load of math homework. I’ll tell you what. You do my homework, and I won’t steal your lunch tomorrow,” he hisses. You nod your head quickly, avoiding his eyes. The sound of someone clearing their throat makes Jake look back. You take that as an opportunity to bend down and gather your work. “What do you think you’re doing?” You recognize the voice of Brad instantly. “What does it look like I’m doing? Getting this loser to do my homework for me,” Jake snarls. “Yeah? Well that loser happens to be my girlfriend and she doesn’t do anyone’s homework except her own. And for the record,” he leans down and helps you up. “She’s not a loser. She’s very sweet, smart, pretty, and an amazing girl. So I suggest you move along before I snap your neck.” You’re taken back by Brad’s words. Not only have you never seen that side of him, but he’s never said anything like that about you before. You see Jake glare at you before storming off. “Thanks Brad. You didn’t have to lie to him though,” you mumble. He shakes his head and wraps his arms around you in a gentle hug. “I didn’t lie Y/N. You are everything I said.” You shake your head slowly. “I’m not your girlfriend,” you point out. Brad smiles and shrugs. “That depends,” he says. You furrow your eyebrows together. “On what?” “On whether or not you’ll go on a date with me this Friday.” Your heart skips a beat and your cheeks grow red. “I-I…” You can’t seem to find any words, so instead you just nod. Brad grins and kisses your cheek gently. “Great. I can’t wait.”

I’ve been unemployed for 4+ years but on the other hand I’m Facebook friends with my favourite rock star who comments rarely and randomly on my posts. But when she does it’s a post about how I love Fran Lebowitz and a comment on how she loves her too and they are friends. What gives.

THE TIP-OFF: YOUR PERFECT VALENTINE’S DAY LIP

This holiday brings out the boldness in all of us.

Roses are red. Violets are blue. V-day is here, so wear something new. This day is ripe for bold experimentation in all forms. No matter what kind of date you have planned, make sure you’ve swiped on the right lip look. BECKY PEDERSON

IF YOU JUST MET ON TINDER… Kat Von D Studded Kiss Lipstick in Backstage Bambi
Sure, you don’t know his last name or what he does for a living, but you’re not going to let those details stop you from having a little fun. This fearless pop of hot pink will keep your lips supple with powerful antioxidants infused in its budge-proof formula. It gives off a subtle crème brûlée scent that’s sure to captivate your date. Pro tip: When he asks what you’re wearing that smells so sweet, say it’s just your natural aroma, kiss him gently on the lips, and then run off into the night.

IF YOUR MOM SET YOU UP… Bite Butter Cream Lipstick in Caramel
On the one hand, his Facebook profile picture is really cute. On the other hand, your mom met him in her Singles’ Baking Club. You’re about to meet either the man of your chocolate chip–speckled dreams…or a boring weirdo. It’s just really too close to call here. Since you might have to cut and run, go with a low-maintenance, neutral look. You’ll still look as great as you would in a brighter color, and if the date is a bust, at least you’ll be treating your lips to a healthy dose of antiaging resveratrols.  

IF YOU’VE BEEN DATING FOR A MILLION YEARS… Fresh Sugar Rosé Extreme Lip Treatment
You’re probs getting married someday, but your level of comfort doesn’t mean you can let your lips go. Before you do anything else, swipe on this amped-up iteration of the Fresh Sugar classic. The new-and-improved formula is packed with rose oil, in addition to real sugar and black currant oil, so lips feel plumped, hydrated, and eternally kissable—which is important even if (especially if) you plan to spend V-day camped out together on the couch in your sweater leggings binge-watching TV.

IF YOU’RE GOING OUT WITH YOUR GIRLFRIENDS… SEPHORA COLLECTION Luster Matte Long-Wear Lip Color in Electra-Pink
It’s never a dull moment when you’re with your girls and you’re all wearing these lip color hybrids. The formula applies like a gloss but dries matte with a lustrous sheen. The contoured applicator tip precisely paints on color while the formula’s rosehip seed oil nourishes lips. Perhaps best of all, it’s seriously long-wearing. It will stick with you through dinner and drinks, subsequent turns at the karaoke mic, and finally, your last-call makeout sesh with a dud named Chad.

IF YOU’RE SEEING THE EX… Marc Jacobs Beauty Le Marc Lip Crème in Goddess
Irresistible. Classically beautiful. Those are just a couple of things your ex says about you, the one who got away. The cocoa butter–infused formula delivers a luxurious, rich dose of pigment. It’s so long-wearing you won’t need to reapply, though you’ll still want to periodically pull it out to show off its chic bullet as you roll your eyes at whatever your ex is talking about. All the shades are designed around the styles of famous women icons who have inspired Marc Jacobs through the years. It’s the best thing to wear when you’re letting that jerk buy you an expensive dinner and then not kissing him goodnight.

SHOP LIP PRODUCTS >

Because how could I not.

He swears his phone nearly exploded. The number of notifications that had come through to his twitter, he’s surprised it was still fully functional. As it was, he had been signing his fingers to the bone at the time and under the stern gaze of both Gina and Paula (they’re worse enough on their own, but together… they’re an intimidating pair and not one he wants to get on the wrong side of) he dare not check what on earth has gone on.

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Hours Delayed

Title: Hours Delayed

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairings: Kageyama Tobio/Hinata Shouyou (mildly romatic)

Characters: Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou

Rating: T

Warnings: be warned for I have added many of my headcanons

Summary: Kageyama is stuck at the airport because of the weather and during his quest for food he finds a loud red-head to keep him company while the hours go by.

Word Count: 5,953

A/N: This took FOREVER to write. Here’s that kagehina airport AU I said I was going to write. The ending was rushed but oh well. There isn’t a lot of romance since they barely met, but there is some kind of attraction between them. I hope you enjoy!

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I’m gonna need you to write the au in which Liam and Louis grow up together and Liam sleeping better after Louis comes home. Please????

it’s for the best really. going off to separate colleges because they’ve been side by side their whole lives, and they’re not going to be together forever, are they? so it’s best to just start now. 

louis is headed off to a big school and he’s got a roommate all set up and they’ve been messaging for weeks. liam isn’t at all irritated that louis is using their last bit of time together to get cozy with his new friends. he’s not feeling at all left behind before louis is even gone. not really, anyway.

liam is staying close to home, going to a small school and he’s got his own dorm room. he prefers privacy for studying and likes the idea that he can choose whether to be social or not. he wonders if louis will forget about him. feels stupid. wonders some more.

they’ve spent every weekend together since they were small, curled up in liam’s bed under the glowing star stickers on his ceiling and his batman poster staring down at them from across the room. the only thing that’s changed over the years is the amount of wiggle room they have in liam’s twin size bed. liam thinks it’s probably a bit pathetic how, when louis started working late at the stadium, liam didn’t drift off immediately, the way he did when the smaller boy was beside him. 

liam would toss and turn and finally stare at the stars until he heard the front door unlock with the spare key the tomlinsons have had for years and louis trying his best to tiptoe up the stairs and slip in beside him. “how ya going to sleep at school without me, payno?” louis mumbles, smelling fresh from the shower and wearing a large tshirt and pants. liam doesn’t answer, doesn’t think he can, just hums and let’s himself drift off to sleep. louis beside him is better than counting sheep.

three months later and liam isn’t sleeping. he’s lying awake, cold, alone and finally dealing with the fact that it’s louis that’s keeping him awake. not keeping him awake, per say–liam could never blame louis for anything like that–but the absence of his presence is taking a major toll on liam. 

they talk occasionally, to be fair, both of them are busy with sports, classes and trying to make new friends. louis doesn’t seem to be having any trouble in that department if facebook is anything to go by, and he never has. liam, on the other hand, well. he was lucky to have louis by his side his whole life. 

it’s a long weekend and has got fuck-all to do, having finished his homework for the week unusually early. louis has been sending him a few vague messages about his schedule for the weekend but liam thinks that louis is just trying his best to stay connected. it’s nice.

liam plans to make it an early night, even though he knows he won’t be able to sleep well. he’s playing a level of candy crush that he’s been stuck on since before term started at 2 am and pretending it’s not because he can’t fall asleep. it’s a few long sighs later before he locks his phone and turns over. just as he decides maybe he should start counting sheep, there’s a small knock on his door. liam groans quietly. he considers not getting up to even check who it is, but the knocking comes again, more incessantly.

liam climbs out of bed, opens the door and his bottom lip begins to tremble when he sees the boy standing in front of him, hair soft, with a backpack, a football, and liams tshirt on his small body. “louis,” he whispers and louis shoves past liam, drops his shit everywhere and grins. 

“miss me, leem?” and he’s so. he’s so lovely and gentle and sleepy looking and liam can’t help it, he steps forward and pulls the smaller boy into a massive hug. louis is giggling, hugging him back and they move over to liams bed. louis curls up behind liam, spooning him, running his nose along the nape of liam’s neck. they try to talk, but liam is so so incredibly tired, esentially not having slept for 3 months. he manages to turn over before he drifts off and louis is smiling at him.

“needed you, lou. couldn’t sleep,” he mutters, embarrassed, cheeks pinking. louis nods, like he knows and leans in, pressing their lips together. liam feels that this should be a more monumental occasion, their first kiss, but it’s been coming for so long that he just smiles into it, moving his lips against louis’ like they’re meant to be there.

the kiss is fairly innocent, has to be because liam is only a bit awake at this point, so louis kisses him on the forehead and nudges him to flip back over. louis is always the big spoon. “sleep, payno. love you.”

“love you forever, lou.”

Game of Thrones Season 6 Episode 9 "Battle of the Bastards": Stark Vs Bolton In Bastard Bowl *SPOILERS*

It’s the Game of Thrones battle we’ve all been waiting for and if this isn’t worth staying up till 2am BST to stream, I don’t know what is. Sure, I may be a little cranky when I get to the office later on but hey, at least I won’t have to avoid Facebook and Twitter like all day. On the other hand, maybe I’m just nuts and should have gone to sleep hours ago. 

We knew we were in for a real treat before the episode had even aired. After all, Team Good (aka House Stark) couldn’t sit idly by and let Team Bad (led by Ramsay Bolton) rule the North as the white walkers descend, could they? Plus, Ramsay’s been holed up at Winterfell - the rightful Stark stronghold - where he holds Rickon Stark prisoner.  

Of course, as most of us had probably guessed, Rickon would not last long. Sansa knew this too and had already painfully conceded this to Jon on the eve of battle. The way in which Rickon is taken from his remaining family is tragic to behold but just like Sansa told Jon the night before, Ramsay likes to play games.

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Wun Wun the giant is another character we say goodbye to - but not before Team Good has been thoroughly diminished by Bolton’s forces and almost perish entirely before Sansa comes through and brings Littlefinger’s men to the rescue.

Jon had initially offered to fight Ramsay one on one to avoid mass causalities but of course, the sadistic Lord Bolton said no. At one stage, Jon almost suffocates beneath a hoard of bloodied and fighting men but prevails just in time to see Ramsay bolt (pun intended) at the arrival of Sansa’s backup troops. 

With Wun Wun’s strength - and sadly, this is when he dies - Team Good are able to take back Winterfell where Ramsay has retreated to and the real Battle of the Bastards commences. The ensuing fight between Jon and Ramsay is essentially a non-fight; Jon beats him senseless and leaves his face a bloodied pulp as Sansa walks over.

Later on, Sansa watches as Ramsay is torn apart by his beloved hounds whom he’d starved for seven days prior. Walking away from his cries with a smile on her face, it certainly felt good to see Sansa get the last laugh. 

Originally posted by gameofthronesdaily

Jon may have been the brawn but Sansa Stark has most definitely got the brains and for that she is my favourite!

Other super important, game changing stuff that happened in this episode:

Despite this not being shown in the “Battle of the Bastards” episode promo, Yara and Theon Greyjoy’s trek to seek out Daenerys Targaryen is definitely up there in terms of story progression.

The episode actually begins where we left off with Meereen under attack. Fearful that Daenerys would raze Meereen to the ground, Tyrion appears pleasantly surprised that her last minute plan of defense involves her dragons coming to the rescue and burning their enemimes to the ground. 

It later transpires that Daenerys and Yara have hit it off and have struck a deal in which the latter supports the former’s claim to the iron throne. The potential for these two to become BFFs is great; they’re both female rulers and they’ve both had messed up dads who were usurped. Dany also manages to convince Yara to quit raiding, pillaging and uh, raping once she’s Queen of the Iron islands.

Fun facts about the making of “Battle of the Bastards”:

* The episode took 25 days to film

* There were 500 extras and 600 crew members involved 

* Oh, and there were 70 real horses used

- All images courtesy of HBO