he should see this


I received a question so here’s my response ☺︎

I think it was back in middle school.. that I started liking Korea?
And when I was about 20y/o, I went to Korea once every two to three months ✌︎
I gradually got used to the language
I only came to Korea for two months two years ago
I studied by myself
And the head of the guesthouse that I lived in and my friends also taught me!!
I bet a lot of people think “Why Korea?” 😂
I’m still studying since there are so much more that I don’t know!
I’d love to work in Korea in the future ✨

This photo was taken back when I was living in Korea ✌︎


anonymous asked:

headcanons for the boys and leift pls :) (if you have time for that) Gardienne lost her memories after a failien mission an doesent remeber their relationship but anyone else ...I hope you understand my bad english :)

This was kinda of difficult to write(probably cause I’m so tired), but I finally did it!  I hope you like these headcanons, Anon!


  • He knows you’ve forgotten him the second he see your face, blankness where there should’ve been love, your words of confusion just the hammer to the nail in his coffin.
  • Seeing the love of his life with such horrible injuries pains him, knowing he can’t even comfort you killed him, filling him with a despair and ache that shoots straight to his heart.
  • And though Leiftan wishes he could try and win back your love, he knows it’s practically impossible; he’s starting from a much more skewed playing field than before and competing against those whom you do remember and care for.
  • Still, he hasn’t lost all hope, and he holds out for a miracle, hoping with each meeting you’ll be a little closer to loving him again.


  • It hurts him physically to see the look of confusion on your face when he gently tries to remind you of your relationship together, your words of denial though gently spoken still a dagger to his heart, stopping his breath and stealing the life out of him.
  • He can’t accept the reality, he won’t, and he works hard to claim your heart again, but it lacks the familiarity from before when you knew the difference between his flagrant flirting and heartfelt honesty.
  • Nevra’s getting nowhere and he knows it, but he can’t stop, not while he still loves you and despite the fracture in his heart that grows which each day without you, he keeps going. It’s the only thing he can do.


  • His heart is fucking shattered, and it shows.
  • He can’t even try to pretend to be okay, and almost doesn’t bother, the surprised look on your face alerting him to the tears staining his cheeks and then he’s gone, off to find a quiet corner where he can scream at the world.
  • Ez desperately wants to find a cure, something to deal with that amnesia of yours, but he knows, the injuries of the mind aren’t something that can be fixed, and more likely than not the memories you two once shared are held only by him now.
  • That doesn’t stop him though, and days are spent searching dusty tomes in hopes of finding something to restore your memory and his broken heart.


  • He blames himself for not protecting you, for being there to prevent it. If he had done what he promised to you so long ago, he wouldn’t be suffering through this hell.
  • Val can barely look you in eye without feeling immense guilt and anguish, and avoids you when he can; trying his best to make his existence remains forgotten.
  • He doesn’t want you to remember, the thought of you suffering because you know you can’t recollect him paining him even more than the idea of you never remembering him.
  • But he still loves you and, despite himself, hopes that maybe one day you’ll recall him and he’ll once again know happiness.
One of those little stories that pop in and out of my brain.
When Prince was using the Symbol, those of us employed by him were at a loss what to call him around the studios.
We got round to calling him “the boss”.
Prince found out and apparently confronted one of the staff.
“I hear you guys are calling me the boss? I’m not the boss, Bruce Springsteen is the boss.”
Sooooo…it became “..is HE in?” when we were trying to see where we should be…lol.
PS- Prince took us to see the Tunnel of Love tour when Bruce came through.
Another cool thing I sort of forgot.
Till just now.
—  Steve Parke, 2017

anonymous asked:

So, like, hypothetically—this is completely hypothetical—if I were to say, somehow end up a wanted fugitive, you’d have my back, right?”
“You absolute fucking moron, what did you do this time?” (Jason and Bruce) or (Jason and Roy)

It was in the wee hours of the morning at the Outlaws hideout that a certain redheaded archer burst in the door before slamming it shut, the sheer force of the action rattling the entire building. It immediately caught the attention of his teammates and fellow Outlaws.

“Roy?” Koriand’r called out, her voice laced with nervousness and caution. The gorgeous alien flew to greet him but gasped upon seeing his ruined clothing and blood-stained skin. “Roy, what happened?!”

“I-It’s nothing Kori.” he reassured, then added with a laugh, “you should see the other guy.”

“It’s not nothin–Jason! Jason come look at this!” Kori shouted, drawing the attention of the one and only Red Hood.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Jason questioned with raised brows. Roy scratched the back of his head and let out a nervous laugh.

“Well…” Roy glanced around before looking at Jason a little desperately, “so, like, hypothetically—this is completely hypothetical—if I were to say, somehow end up a wanted fugitive, you’d have my back, right?

There was a ringing silence that followed, one that made sweat form at the back of Roy’s neck. Yet he kept that desperate yet hopeful gaze at Jason.

You absolute fucking moron, what did you do this time?” Jason demanded with a groan.

“Heh, well you see…”

All I ever want is for Sidney to do the Body issue. It would never happen, but his body is just so great that he should show it. 

I’m not even being sexual! I see how much hard work he puts into his body and think that he should be proud to show it!


cinnamon roll /ˈsɪnəmən rəʊl/ 
   1. Salim from American Gods


Everyone’s congratulating PBG for his upset outburst towards Jontron, but nobody’s congratulating him for apologizing for it after and showing political disagreements shouldn’t be what destroys friendships.
I have a lot more respect for him because of this and he deserves more credit for it imo.

about shiro not backing keith’s story in bom: i think there’s other factors that a lot of people overlook. namely, the fact that shiro’s response isn’t just him reacting to an isolated incident–its him finally putting together the pieces after a long time of dealing with constant doubt and concern. because he knows something’s up with keith. in season 2, he’s the only one that does. on two separate occasions, he takes keith aside and tries to talk to him, to ask him what’s wrong, to try and get him to open up. and every time keith shuts him out? you can see the fear on shiro’s face, can see that he feels like they’re slowly drifting apart and he’s losing keith

these two strike me as friends who probably used to tell each other everything. so the fact that keith is refusing to talk now, that he’s forcing this distance between them? shiro doesn’t know what to think. and when he sees keith has this alien knife and is maybe part galra? maybe isn’t even from earth at all? shiro is very quickly finding out that this person he’s very close to, someone who he thought he knew everything about, is quite literally becoming alien. his best friend is suddenly a stranger, and he’s questioning whether he ever even knew him at all  

looking at shiro’s face here, he looks just as panicked as keith. despite how good he is at improvising and acting, he doesn’t even have it in him to scrape together an excuse or cover story. he’s genuinely shocked, and just blurts the words out without thinking. “I…I don’t know”–he hesitates, stumbles. he’s seeing the person he thought he was really close to in a whole new light, and he doesn’t know how to handle it

and keith? when he’s down on the ground, the first thing he says is “Shiro, you know me.” becuase he’s trying desperately to bridge that gap, to make shiro see–to prove that, even if keith’s going through some shit, even if he doesn’t know who he himself is, he hasn’t changed. the person shiro knew is still the same. 

also, look at shiro’s face after that exchange. that doesn’t look like someone who just sold out or distrusts their friend. he takes the time to look at keith and kinda check in, to see how vulnerable and scared he looks (scared because he thinks shiro doesn’t trust him)

before he goes right back to glaring and confronting the bom

he then tells keith theyre leaving and starts walking away. he realizes there’s some kind of conflict here between keith and the bom, so he tries to separate them. if he really didnt trust his friend, he would’ve insisted he either 1 hand over the knife or 2 started asking a bunch of personally invasive questions–after all, this is the person that insisted on morally grey mind control interrogation to extract information from a galra. 

instead, he sees how honestly hurt and confused keith looks, so he gives him some space and tries to quickly remove him from the situation 

and when keith insists on staying? shiro’s worried look in the background there? even if he doesn’t understand what’s been going on with keith all this time, he’s clearly concerned, clearly cares. he backs off a bit and let’s keith say his piece, because he realizes just how much all this means to him. shiro doesn’t interfere again until after he hears keith’s life will be on the line, and immediately tries to get him out of there 

he goes right up to keith’s side when he tries to reason with him, and we get a repeat of that shoulder touch thing these two do so much. shiro especially does this to keith a lot, and it honestly seems like a kind of grounding thing. he reaches out to keith, tries to tell him that whatever’s going on his life isn’t worth it, holds onto him to offer some kind of comfort. the way shiro tries to convince him here reminds me a lot of that thing joaquim said in an interview, about how “shiro is sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep him in check.” shiro very much tries to do that here, sees that keith is angry and upset and tries to keep him from making a reckless decision. 

was shiro really taken aback and hurt initially? i think so, yes. but once he kinda has a bit of time to recover and think things through he’s still thinking of keith and trying to help him as best he can–this is also why he doesn’t try to stop him again until it’s absolutely necessary, because he respects keith’s volition and understands the importance of that autonomy. when push comes to shove, regardless of the situation, shiro still steps up to protect keith 


Kuroko no Basuke Last Game Limited Edition Pamphlet Scans Part 3- Staff Illustrations (Part ½)

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@clubakashi (I’m sure you’ll enjoy pic 2)

Y’all do realise that the only reason Ciel acts the way he does he’s being raised by a literal demon. Like this child went through a horrific traumatic experience that left him with major trust issues and rather than get the love and support he needs he has a this avatar of evil itself encouraging and magnifying every destructive emotion because he finds it amusing.

Ciel’s not a terrible person - Sebastian is.


Well lookie here! I’m finally in another fandom!! Which means “back to sinning”!! Anyways I doubt I’ll make a second part to this….. or maybe?

part 1(here) //  part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7

shibolet3  asked:

Wait what con artist from 2014

I’d like to title this story “Swing And A Miss

Okay, so my high school had this program where seniors could leave school like a month and a half early and opt out of exams if they took on internships around the neighborhood, but not everyone wanted to/was eligible to do it. Back in like 2013, they had like 15 bored seniors stuck in the school, so the administration brought in this Professional Life Coach, left him in alone in a room with them for two hours to talk to them about like, self-esteem or some shit. All the kids were pulled out of their classes for this*, and later told the administration that they loved him, they really enjoyed the talk.

So, about a year later, we have a new principal. He’s supposed to set up an assembly for all the 11th and 12th graders, but he doesn’t know what to do. One of his coworkers mentions that there was a life coach that was a huge hit with the kids that didn’t do community study last year, so maybe he’d also be great for a larger audience. The principal basically thinks “okay, what the hell” and calls up and hires Jason C. Jean to come talk to the kids.

Now, it’s like, 10:30, maybe 11:00 in the morning, and two entire grades are getting shepherded to the main gymnasium, and no one wants to God damn be there. We ain’t got time for self esteem talks. We want to sleep. And this guy, watching us all drag our feet in and collapse into the bleachers was just like…offensively peppy. There’s a couple faculty members sitting behind him, the woman who suggested he be hired for this, the vice principals for the grades- but the principal himself kept getting calls so he was in and out the whole time.

Now, Mr. Jean was like…the chill “Just call me by my first name dude” history professor at college times 30. He was trying so fucking hard. I’m referring to him as ‘Mr. Jean’ in this story just to be disrespectful. So anyway, we all get in there, and he tells us right off the bat “You guys are totally allowed to be on your phones and laptops during this! I get it! It’s no problem, like really, I insist!” so while the faculty members are exchanging smiles that read ‘how do we kill that while respecting him’, all the kids are immediately pulling out their electronics and he’s starts his speech.

Now, again, I really wanna reiterate that he told us we could be on our phones- because when the news articles started coming out about this, I remember all these angry, annoying comments from old people like “Why the hell were the students on their phones in the first place! So disrespectful! These damn millennials and their social media!” like, they were completely ignoring the entire story and just focusing in on kids using the internet, and it Really Super Pissed Me Off, so. Again, we had permission for this (which also ended up being Mr. Jean’s fatal mistake).

So, he starts off this speech fairly normally, like ‘hi, I’m Jason, I’m a professional life coach and I wanna teach you kids about how to be The Best You!’ and like people were tuning him out and listening to varying degrees. Some kids (like myself) were kinda dozing off, and everyone was on twitter or facebook.

His approach to a self esteem speech seemed to be ‘let me tell you my entire life story for hours’ and like, at first I was like “I’m not really hearing this, I’m half dreaming right now” but the more I started making myself pay attention the more…bizarre and rambling his story got.

So like, for instance, he told us he drank a lot in high school. Like, a lot. But he didn’t use that as a ‘don’t drink or party too hard’ lesson, instead he was like “I was fourteen so I always called my parents to pick me up, and they weren’t mad because they knew it meant I could trust them. So remember, always tell your parents when you’re drinking!” and then it kinda got to a point where it sounded like he was encouraging partying and drinking and the like to the group of underage kids.

And then, he told us how he used to play baseball all the time when he was a kid, and at 16 reached a crossroads in his life where the Phillies wanted to draft him or he could go play football for Penn State. And he said he went with Penn State but later lost the scholarship for some reason and we’re like…really.

There was absolutely nothing coherent about anything he was saying- nothing that tied anything together, made a point, seemed like it had anything to do with an assembly on self esteem. He told us at one point he was making upwards of 7 million a year. He told us one time before college he was homeless. He told us he used to own a construction company and built his own branch of nightclubs himself, that he and his friend then ran. He told us he fought a shark and came out with no scars. He told us that he had less money now, because after surviving a work related accident- direct quote- “I fell almost 30 feet and I broke in half” - he decided to leave that industry and spend more time with his family.

So, yeah, I was pretty positive this was bullshit, but there were clearly kids in the room that were falling for it. But then he said something like…he and his friend got bored one day and started jarring up their own pasta sauce, and made a deal with wegmans or some store like that to start selling it, and now he has a pasta sauce empire. Like he spent 15 fucking minutes on this. The way he kept saying ‘pasta sauce’ was so annoying I was about to claw my ears out. But anyway, two girls in my grade wanted to find out what brand he was talking about, so they googled his name.

And then quietly gasped.

And then furiously started typing into their phones.

And remember- everyone, even though they were paying attention- was on twitter and facebook. All the sudden I see heads flying up and wide eyes and people whispering to each other. Mr. Jean doesn’t seem to notice the change and keeps rambling on, but I know something happened so I google him too and-

Okay so basically he’s 1) been arrested, 2) filed for bankruptcy like three times and 3) has been hailed as a ‘Swinger Guru’ by playboy.


So by now, this is a fucking game- he still doesn’t notice anything wrong amongst the kids, so we’re all silently texting each other to fill each other in. Pulling up receipts. But still playing the part of politely intrigued audience members. The school faculty have no fucking idea what’s going on, until one of the students texts her mom, who happens to be the woman that convinced the principal to hire this guy. We see her check her phone, go wide-eyed, and she runs out of the fucking room presumably to either find the principal or hide in terror.

So Mr. Jean had been talking to random people intermittently throughout this speech, but we reach the ‘questions’ part of it. Everyone seems to silently agree that instead of just asking him anything outright, we should just see how good of a liar he was. So they’d be asking him stuff like ‘how much money did you make with ____ company’ and he’d give a ridiculously high number as people were sending each other reports of him filing for bankruptcy during that time. Or they asked him about his construction business which he said was great, and while he was talking about how great it was we were all reading his arrest report, from when a woman hired him to build her house, and he took her money and then like…just didn’t build anything. Wild. Someone asked him about his family and he’s extolling Christian virtues while we’re all on the website for his annual Swing Fest. People would ask him how he got certain jobs and he was making promises to hook kids up in interviews and shit. Everyone was loosing their God damn minds online and just barely holding it together in person. This man was so beyond full of shit- like, he was a God awful life coach but his dedication to lying was inspirational.

We eventually get to leave and everyone is yelling and cracking up and freaking out, all running to our classes to tell the teachers and the underclassmen everything, and the teachers are freaking out, alternating between horrified confusion and laughing hysterically. Before the school day even ended, someone had called a bunch of news stations. The principal was freaking out and denying he had anything to do with it, before calling some students to his office to see what exactly the kids had searched up on the guy…Because apparently teenagers can perform better background checks than school officials. It was all anyone could talk about for weeks.

A couple months after this, for my theater class’ showcase, I wrote and directed a skit called ‘Mason B. Mean’. It was a huge hit. The principal was in the audience. I’ve never seen a grown man look so dead inside. I made sure I was out of the room before he came up to congratulate the cast and everything. The next day, my theater teacher told me his only comment about the skit was a quiet, long-suffering “Why.” 😂😂

Annnnnnnnd that’s the time a Swinger Entrepreneur rambled on about pasta sauce and money in front of teenagers who knew how to use google for almost two hours.  



a soft and beautiful man and the sharp asshole that lives in his house