his delivery is perfect

The swindler was headed upstairs to visit his friend, the forger. The bird he passed along the way was the forger’s homing vulture, which was en route to the forger’s publisher to make a delivery. Unfortunately, the poor bird had to fly down the stairwell to ground level and out the open terrace since the forger’s apartment had no windows. She was carrying some rolled up paper on which her owner had written the perfect end to his prized short story, what’s delivery was a mission of utmost importance.

You see, the forger was very proud of this story’s ending as it unabashedly mocked the last two novellas in a complete collection written by his far more successful literary rival, Condolyssa Blackburn, who had worked to expose the forger’s dishonesty by high-hatting his private dealings in said novellas, of which the forger grew thirsty for revenge. This same short story would later assist the forger in framing her for a homicide.

So, the swindler in the stairwell knew of the forger’s vulture, but he hated birds and went about swatting and cursing at her for flying around in the building. Though, little did the swindler realize that there was a third crook who had been hiding in the shadows of the stairwell above him. As the swindler rounded the corner and came into view, the young thief named Khan had already lept from the banister one floor up behind the swindler as he planned to knock the swindler down and take his money.

As was indicative of his inexperience, young Khan did not notice the vulture until after he lept from the banister as he was too busy marking the swindler to notice the large bird flying past him on it’s way down. The sight of the dutiful bird had caused the swindler to stop and swat and curse, which completely negated Khan’s calculated leap, so as he fell toward where the swindler would have been had it not been for the vulture, he joined the swindler in cursing wildly at the bird because she had single-wingedly ruined his plan.

Khan’s midair cursing fit caught the attention of the swindler who sighted him, and since Khan was quite green and merely half his age, the swindler immediately began talking down to him, attempting to illustrate how feeble and worthless his attempt to swindle a swindler. Yet, as the swindler turned to continue his ascent upstairs, his pride had hindered him from noticing that Khan had successfully picked the wallet from his back pocket.

Thus, Khan’s incredibly embarrassing, albeit successful, incident is now humorously referred to among his fellow con men as the “greatest con ever botched,” which is far less mentally demanding than what it was formerly referred to as, which was the “condescending conned ascending con dissenting condor-sending condescending con’s descending condor sending condor-sending condescending con’s dissenting conte’s ending condescending con-dissenting Condi’s ending condescending contes ending condescending Khan’s descending on dissenting conned ascending con dissenting condor-sending condescending con’s descending condor sending condor-sending condescending con’s dissenting conte’s ending condescending con-dissenting Condi’s ending condescending contes sending condescending Khan descending condescending condor-sending condescending con’s descending condor sending condor-sending condescending con’s dissenting conte’s ending condescending con-dissenting Condi’s ending condescending contes ending condescending conned ascending con’s dissenting on dissenting condor-sending con’s descending condor sending condor-sending condescending con’s dissenting conte’s ending condescending con-dissenting Condi’s ending condescending contes sending condescending conned ascending con’s dissenting condor-sending condescending con’s descending condor sending condor-sending condescending con’s dissenting conte’s ending condescending con-dissenting Condi’s ending condescending contes on descending condescending Khan’s descending” con.

Top 7 Kenny McCormick moments

I normally post these lists on my other blog but posting here instead.

Happy Birthday, Kenny. In honor of his birthday here are my 7 favorite Kenny moments.

7. His letter from Hawaii to the guys 

I know this episode is celebrated by Kenny/Butters fans and that happens to be one of my NOTP, but I actually really enjoy this one. Kenny’s letter and Trey’s voice-over while the boys are reading it kills me.

6. Defeating Hell with the Holy PSP

Just Best Friends Forever in general I love. Kenny is the chosen one and saves the day, how can you not love it. Archangel Michael’s reaction to Kenny defeating the armies of Hell with the Holy PSP is great. Like oh come on show me it!, haha. Damn you Trey and Matt. Also at the end when he’s given a Keanu Reeves statue, Kenny’s blank reaction always has me wondering is he thinking “what the fuck is this?” or “hell yeah!”

5. Kenny as a sketch artist 

This whole episode is one of my favorites and I’d love to see more like these again. The boys being boys. The part that I enjoyed most by Kenny has to be him being the sketch artist. Plus Kyle’s “Dammit Kenny, that’s not what she said!” added so much. Oh can we appreciate Kenny’s handwriting being Comic Sans.

4. Real life Kenny in I Should Have Never Gone Ziplining 

Okay, so I know the actor they cast isn’t canon to how Kenny looks, and I’m pretty sure it’s been established that’s part of the joke. I fucking love the guy they cast regardless. His delivery on the lines are perfect. Kyle and Cartman doing their usual bickering and when Cartman demands Kenny say who’s fault it was for going zipling, “I dunno. I don’t really give a shit.” and later “fuck you, Cartman.” I think all the boys were cast well but Kenny’s my favorite.

3. Betraying Cartman and joining Stan’s side in Black Friday

I know a lot of people would’ve picked Kenny becoming a Japanese princess from the Black Friday trilogy and I almost did. However, I just really love this scene. Stan’s speech, taking out his sword and everyone chanting “to the Princess” and then revealing Princess Kenny. The camera slowly moves in and  ends on her rat screeching. Also, looking back maybe I shouldn’t have been so shocked by the SOT twist, lol.

2. Mysterion 

I’m not picking a particular Mysterion moment like I did with Princess Kenny because I can’t. Princess Kenny is Kenny having fun with make believe and dressing up but with Mysterion we really get to explore his character further than before. Mysterion is Kenny. Kenny is Mysterion. We learn more about his experience with death and that his feelings towards it. Later, we see he still keeps the mask on for Karen and is her guardian angel. I can’t even begin to think of a top moment for Mysterion. This was going to be my top pick for Kenny until I remember what is now my first choice…

1. Kenny giving Karen the doll

God, my heart. I can’t handle how much I love this. Both Kenny and Kyle’s love for their siblings are just another part of South Park I love. My friends and I have argued who is the better older brother and I believe it’s impossible to pick. I remember watching this episode and thinking “not bad…but meh…” and then the ending came and I lost it. My heart melted into a thousand pieces. Thinking back to the earlier episodes and all the shit Kenny would do for a dollar and he finally makes some money and uses it to buy his little sister a doll.

Happy Birthday Kenny!


Sam Witwer killin’ it as Ro Kurota in Smuggler’s Revenge at SWCO

something i noticed while rewatching chowder is that the voice actors REALLY gave it their everything, i mean the performances are amazing

especially dwight schultz as mung daal, he brings so much life to the character. so much love and passion but also a lot of insanely funny deliveries. i knew there was a reason mung was my favorite character, and i think his voice is that reason

i’m also amazed that john dimaggio does such a good job as schnitzel but only has literally one thing to say. radda is going to stick with me forever tbh

and nicki jones is amazing as chowder, he was an amazing child actor. having a kid character actually feel and sound like a real kid is something not many cartoons can do, and his delivery works in perfect harmony with the writing

and. truffles. just truffles. i want tara strong to voice more grumpy old yiddish women pls

i wanna draw ALL the fanart for this show now,,,,,,

tummytiny  asked:

Zen at his first after party and naturally, he's drinking like there's no tomorrow, with girls swooning over him, and he ends up puking his guts out with smol fangirl Jaehee running behind him to help him out while other fangirls scream and run away from the vomit

*NO spoilers*

Zen wasn’t sure how many drinks he had had. Was it six? Or eight? Or… he couldn’t remember. He been enjoying himself so much he let himself get caught up in the moment.

He was surrounded by people he felt comfortable with and that was a luxury he wanted to take advantage of. However, by his, was it the fifth or the sixth… he still couldn’t remember, he could no longer tell the different between his coworkers and the staff.

“Hey Kim, you did a great job tonight you know? Your delivery was perfect.” Zen wrapped his arm around a man with an apron, leaning on him for support.

“We don’t do delivery we only cater.” The man said.

Someone took him by the arm and pulled him away. “Hey! Get off me!” Zen managed to get out of the person’s grip despite being unsteady on his feet.

“Zen, that was a waiter. I’m Kim.” The man told him.

Zen squinted skeptically. “No, you’re way too good looking to be Kim.”

The man glared at him with seething eyes until three girls ran over to Zen and surrounded him.

They squealed with excitement, jumping up and down asking him for an autograph.

He gladly sighed for them and gave them his best smile. Then he offered to let them sit with him at a table. “Three beautiful girls like you shouldn’t go home with nothing but an autograph.” Was his reasoning.

He guided the girls to a table but on the way, he accidentally bumped into someone. Zen was so unsteady on his feet that he fell on top of them and looked down into the face of a young woman with short hair and broken glasses.

“I’m sorry.” Was the first thing she said.

“Why are you apologizing? I fell on you!” Zen helped her up like a gentleman and wiped dust off of her shoulder. “Oh no! Your glasses.”

The woman took them off and saw that one of the lenses was cracked. “Oh. That’s alright, they aren’t real.” She told him.

“I still feel bad. Why don’t you come sit with us?” He offered.

The woman looked over at the three girls Zen was escorting, they were glaring at her.

“Oh, no, that’s quite alright thank you. I’ve got to be getting back to work anyway.” She said looking at her feet.

“Okay… if you’re sure.” Zen shrugged.

The girls sat with him at a table, fidgeting with excitement and whispering to each other as Zen called the waiter over and asked for another drink.

“So, what did you think of the show ladies?”

“It was brilliant! I loved the part where you took off your shirt.” One of them said, and the others nodded in agreement.

Zen chuckled. “Ah, yes the line I say after that is one of my favorites too.”

The girls looked at each other and shrugged.

Zen stood up on the table and recited the line for them by heart. The girls gawked at him and he whipped his hair around gracefully.

Then his moment of grace faltered and he wobbled on the table. He was so unsteady that he fell backwards. The girls screamed with panic as they watched him fall. He might have hit his head, but he found himself being held up by someone.

“Phew! That was close one! Thanks Kim I really owe you.” Zen looked up to see that it was actually the same woman he had fallen on earlier. “Oh, its you!”

The woman blushed and helped him stand up properly.

“Well I have to ask you your name now.” Zen told her.

“Jaehee.” She said sheepishly.

“Jaehee. You really saved me there. I think I’d better buy you a drink.”

“Oh- no! That’s okay.” She shook her head frantically.

“Come on, I insist!” Zen brought her to the table and sat her down. The other three girls glared at her with fiery eyes and she found herself wanting to leave, but something Zen said made her feel that she had to stay.

“Hm, does it seem a bit dizzy in here?” He was making little sense.

“Maybe you’d better sit down.” Jaehee told him, but Zen suddenly grabbed onto his chair, bending forward, staring at the ground.

“Zen? What is it?” One of the girls asked, sounding worried.

“I don’t-” Zen was cut off by a hiccup and he cupped his hand over his mouth.

“Are you okay?” A second girl asked.

This time Zen didn’t answer but instead, pitched forward and vomited onto the floor.

The three girls at the table stood up and screamed. Two of them covered their eyes and they all fled.

“Zen!” Jaehee was the only one who stayed, and helped him stay upright so he didn’t collapse face first.

“There’s a back door strait ahead.” She told him, and he looked up and ran towards it with Jaehee’s help.

They got outside into he cool air and found themselves in a back ally. Zen leaned his hands against the wall of a building to hold himself up and stood breathing heavily.

Jaehee stood some distance away feeling uncomfortable, until Zen jerked forwards again and vomited profusely onto the ground in front of him. She found herself running towards him and rubbing his back. He was taller than she had imagined and she could only just reach high enough.

Zen lurched forward again and spewed more alcohol mixed with stomach acid onto the street. “Jaehee? That’s what you said your name was right? You can go. I don’t want your image of me to be tainted by my disgusting actions.”

“Huh?” Jaehee didn’t understand. “You want me to go? That’s fine… I’m sorry for intruding.”

“No- I didn’t mean that.” Zen sounded flustered. “I don’t want you to think I’m disgusting.”

“I could never think that.” Jaehee said with shock. “You’re just sick Zen. It’s okay. You’re only human.”

Zen’s jaw dropped and looked at her with surprise.

“I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” Jaehee asked, sounding worried.

Zen shook his head. “No. You said just what I wanted to hear.”


Introduction to the 1990 release of The Phantom of the Opera (1925) by Christopher Lee, filmed on location at the Palais Garnier. Alternate version of the intro here.

Lee is, of course, utterly perfect in his delivery.


Joseph Busto from Ohio aka Choi Junseob (his Korean name) proves that K-Pop knows no national or ethnic boundaries by winning “I Can See You Voice 3” with his amazing ballad vocals!

Check out his perfect pronunciation and delivery of SG Wannabe’s “As You Live”!!!

Kevin Smith gushing over Tom Cavanagh

Q. Who’s your favorite villain on the show so far?

Hands down, Tom Cavanagh as Eobard Thawne has been an absolute delight.

I mean, I liked his work on Ed, I always liked him, and he’s Canadian so I’m programmed to like him. But my appreciation for Tom as an actor grew when I watched season 1. I’m like, ‘This dude is amazing.’ One of my favorite spoken lines in any media ever is him in the season 1 finale saying ‘Run Barry run.’ His delivery is pitch-perfect. So much so that I stole that line and put it in tonight’s episode a few times.

So I think he’s fantastic, and that was when I just watched season 1. Now I got to work with him in this episode, and there’s scenes that we actually had to trim for time. There’s a whole scene with him and Henry Allen which didn’t make this cut, and they’ll probably put it up online or something like that. So there was a lot more Tom than is in the episode, but he begins our episode very dramatically, in the opening scene that dovetails right off of last week’s.

What I got to see in working with Tom is a 100% actor. A 100% dyed-in-the-wool, born performer. That dude is hysterical. On set, he’s an absolute livewire, he’s fun to be around, he’s funny, he’s quippy, and his quips aren’t like, well, 50% work 50% don’t. 100% he hits, he’s great. The moment they say Action, though *snaps fingers* gone. Absolutely gone. I don’t know if you ever noticed this, but he brings his performance here *draws hands toward himself*. He talks down here and brings you into it *Harry voice* ‘Allen, you don’t know what you’re doing.’ You have to lean in for that performance.

I was there on set and it was funny. I wouldn’t say he’s a loud person when he’s not playing the character, but normal voice and he’s making jokes so it gets loud. Moment they say Action he disappears and dives into character. 100% performer. Honor of the craft. Total wizard with the words and the flipping of character. Some people can do that, but they’re like, ‘I’m gonna go listen to some music and be by myself and get into the zone.’ Tom, man, you’re having a good time with him until you say Action and then suddenly he turns it on and you forget. You’re like, ‘God this guy’s an amazing actor.’

So yeah I love Eobard Thawne and I always loved the Backwards Flash when I was a kid, just by virtue of the fact that his outfit’s yellow! He’s the Reverse Flash! But Tom was a gift and I know that Greg had talked him into it, because Greg had worked with Tom previously. I talked to Tom when I was up there shooting, ‘How’d you wind up…?’ At first he was hesitant or resistant. But without him, how could they have done season 1? So much so that he wasn’t supposed to come back for season 2, but yet here we are with more Tom as Harrison Wells of Earth-2. Luckily they had a spin to be able to bring him back.

So I don’t know, I get to go up and direct another episode in August. I hope to God he’s there for season 3 as well, because I loved it, the whole crew was there, and I see no sign of him going anywhere. In fact, I asked him, I was like, ‘You ain’t going anywhere next season, right?’ I can’t give his answer, but I felt very positive.

Honestly, working with him was a great joy. They say people who play total villains are total sweethearts. Like Alan Rickman played one of the ultimate villains in Die Hard as Hans Gruber, but in real life that dude couldn’t have been sweeter. Same thing here. Tom Cavanagh played a fantastic, malicious, multi-layered, killer performance of what was essentially a comicbook character. Most people would deride it. This guy brought him to life, you understood his motivations. By that end episode, you actually felt for his plight. When he’s in the time sphere and he’s lifting off and he’s just like, ‘Home…’ at that moment you’re like, ‘I hope he gets there, he’s a jerkbag, but…’ And then the Flash comes and ends it all and then the big fight happens. I love Eobard Thawne, Backwards Flash.


I typed all this up, and holy cow guys, this is like a whole high school paper right here. Kevin talked about Tom for a solid FIVE MINUTES without interruptions. That’s the entire length of most star interviews. 

annedeadly  asked:

Heya. Tell me about how did you get into Hiddleston-fandom and what's the favorite scene he has ever done (if nsfw content is a denied answer)? and why it resonates so much within you? or... why it's your favorite? :D Hopefully my ask makes sense, haha! *loads of hiddles hugs*

Once upon a time, there was a girl who obtained *ahem* Return To Cranford right after it aired in the UK at Christmas.  I just remember thinking, uhm, WHO IS THIS????!!!! 

Originally posted by hiddlesness

I was struck by how lovey and kind and honest and sincere he was.  It was one of those times when you feel like…so, is this guy basically playing himself?  The whole blonde/blue eyed thing has never been my type, so it really was simply something about HIM that captivated me.  There’s something about his face, about his eyes, that seemed so truthful to me. There’s a sweetness about him, a gentleness, an earnestness.  I adore the way he interacts with Peggy, how he speaks to her, how he looks at her, how he respects her.  And the shirt.  THE SHIRT.  THE WHITE POOFY SHIRT.  *sobbing*  I love the white poofy shirts. 

Originally posted by hiddleston-daily


After that, I watched Wallander, and I really enjoyed the show as a whole, but life was kind to me, or I was kind to myself, because I (for reasons I still can’t explain) didn’t go scouring the internet for him. 

Originally posted by tom-hiddleston-imagines

I don’t really keep up with the movie scene, but I tried to watch Thor because of him and Mr.Branagh and I couldn’t get through it.  I was totally confused, I had no idea what was happening.  I thought it was about Norse mythology, but there was Natalie Portman driving a Humvee through the desert and I was just completely lost.  I had no knowledge whatsoever of the comics or the concept of an “AU.”  One of my friends had to explain it to me.  Then I was like, ah, yes, I got it now. 

Originally posted by croixdemoisson

I started really paying attention in fall 2013 and that was when I fell down the rabbit hole.  TDW happened to come along at a time in my life that was immensely stressful (not of my own making, I had moved to a new place and was sort of a one person intervention) and the same friend I just mentioned says that I am “traumatically bonded” to him.  HAH!  This is unfortunately pretty accurate.  I love how smart and vulnerable and sassy he is in this film.

Originally posted by imaginesforlifetime

I also had kind of purposely stayed away from The Hollow Crown, but I broke down in November ‘13 and got it.  Ugh.  I shouldn’t have caved.  Because Harry and his stupid eyebrows.  *more sobbing*

Originally posted by loki-in-chains-tadah

So I (foolish, foolish girl!!!!) went to Youtube and tumblr and well, I’m sure you know what happens when one does that.  It’s past the point of no return then.  That’s when you find out that he’s intelligent, educated, well-spoken, has a delicious sense of whimsy and is generally COMPLETELY INFURIATING AND UNACCEPTABLE.  *even more sobbing*  I was trying to explain to a friend why I liked him and I couldn’t think of better way to describe it other than saying that when I watch him, I believe he is telling me the truth.  It isn’t just that he’s a great actor and can convincingly portray character.  Actors are essentially paid to lie, to make you think they are something that they are not.  But with him, I see the truth.  Then when I came across an interview where he said something about being truthful as an actor, I was stunned. :)

As far as my favorite scene…that’s a tough question.  I guess it would be the wooing scene in Henry V.  

Originally posted by jessica-bones-winchester

The textual cuts and film editing make me crazy sometimes, but I think he is perfect in it.  His delivery of the lines, his body langage, his voice, THE VELVET… Just everything is perfect.  I suppose it resonates with me because I want to be treated with the same respect and tenderness he displays in that scene.  

Originally posted by armitagesangel

Thank you for asking! *squishy hugs*

Father: Kylo Ren imagine

He never in a million years thought he would be so lucky. Kylo found the one person who made his life sane. The person who gave meaning to everything. (Y/n) meant the galaxy and more to him. He never believed he would find love, but love found him.

And he was so utterly and deeply in love with (y/n). Not even Snoke could stand in his way. Kylo married her and made her his forever. But he not only found love, he made love.

(Y/n) was pregnant.

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The Many Faces of the ENTP

Although the ENTP is given as a single type in typology, their internal personality has a wide variety of manifestations. In order to help you recognize your ENTPs, this set of descriptions is available.

The Harmless Joker
“Did you hear the one about…?” - Anonymous.

All ENTPs like jokes but the harmless joker tops them all. Like many ENTPs, the harmless joker wants people to like him, and he attempts to ingratiate himself by telling jokes. He may be very good at telling jokes and have a wide repertoire that he has built up through conscious practice over his lifetime. Like all NT’s he desires competence, and one sees this in his joke telling; he concentrates on delivery, storytelling, the perfect punchline, and can leave people in tears. Frequently, you find this type as the comedian or the humor writer or maybe just the guy down the hall in the office where all that laughing is coming from. They tend to be very expressive as they like to draw a crowd.

Example: Howie Mandel

The Hellbent Achiever
“There will be sleeping enough in the grave.” – Benjamin Franklin

Leadership is a quality that many ENTPs gravitate to and many long to achieve, but the hellbent achiever is by far the most driven. This ENTP cannot turn around without founding an institution or inventing a useful device, and indeed they are driven to do this largely by their own great opinion of themselves and their ability to change the world according to their vision. Yes, the hellbent achiever has a very high opinion of himself and isn’t shy about expressing it proudly, but often it is well earned. The achiever may often neglect home and family while he is out in the world trying to make a name for himself, do a bit of good, or simply beat the competition, and often he is remembered as a great person but “all too human” in his ambitions. Work and success are his priority.

Example: Benjamin Franklin

The Lunatic Detective
“I’m sure this goes against everything you’ve been taught, but right and wrong do exist. Just because you don’t know what the right answer is … doesn’t make your answer right or even okay. It’s much simpler than that. It’s just plain wrong.” – Gregory House.

Detective work requires a precise logical mind, careful extraction and cataloging of evidence, and strict attention to procedure. The lunatic detective cares for none of these things. In his mind, detective work is a form of mortal combat, him against “the problem”. Thus, the problem consumes him and he attacks it with all his ferocity, letting nothing, not moral codes, not procedures, not logic, get in the way of sniffing out “the answer” with his powerful intuition. He will do whatever it takes for however long it takes to succeed. The detective will often employ a “team” to help him in his investigation but these simply serve as factota, a backdrop for his fascinating brilliance. Their purpose is merely for sounding out ideas. The final move, checkmate, is always his. Woe to anyone who gets in his way because he will see them as simply another obstacle to be removed in his relentless drive to know. The problems, one after another, define him, and he is lost without them, an empty shell. He is the problem and the problem he.

Example: Dr. Gregory House, Shawn Spencer (Psych)

The Relentless Tinkerer
“I don’t think necessity is the mother of invention - invention, in my opinion, arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness. To save oneself trouble.” – Agatha Christie

ENTPs are known as the “Inventor” type for a reason. They invent stuff. How do they invent? Do they look at what everyone has done, studying dusty patent records, draw up a plan, create schematics, demonstrate that their design follows precise logical principles, and then build a perfect prototype, making sure that each modular component functions before moving on to the next? Hell no. They tinker. The relentless tinkerer is the most inclined to create the inventions that we use every day mainly because they would be otherwise very bored. The tinkerer invents, not necessarily to provide people with some added comfort or utility or to make a lot of money, although that is certainly on her mind as she continues to live in her parents’ garage, but for the sheer joy of those rare moments when something actually works the way it’s supposed to. These moments are rare mainly because the tinkerer loves to tinker so much in a constant drive to improve and add features to whatever device she is constructing that she rarely stops to make sure it works before adding something new. The product of the tinkerer, therefore, is a constant work in progress with multiple features moving toward the distant goal of actually working until, one day, everything works all at once. Tinkerers frequently move on to become entrepreneurs as they market their devices, and their companies often follow their own desire for constant innovation.

Example: Steve Jobs, Harry Houdini

The Armchair Revolutionary
“Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable.” - JFK

Some ENTPs have a political interest often stemming from their well-intended need to “set everyone straight”, feeling that they are the last bastions of truth and sanity. If people need to be set straight, they must first be crooked, and there is nothing more crooked than politics. Many ENTPs feel that their only job is to tell people things and not actually to do anything. They are, after all, idea people and often expect that others will take up their sensible call and implement the necessary changes. Hence they remain uninvolved, shouting from the sidelines as it were, as armchair revolutionaries. Often living quite ordinary lives, going to work, raising families, and doing otherwise normal things, they see themselves as change agents, having studied a great deal about current affairs, past affairs, and affairs in general, and having formed very strong opinions on how things ought to be. In particular, they are given to believing in conspiracies because they have a strong belief that they alone know the truth and that anything that challenges their truth must arise from a concerted effort by malicious people to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes. Of course, they may not fully commit to the conspiracies they suggest, but nevertheless they can’t help believing that “something is rotten in Denmark” and that all “common sense” ought to be double checked since they have a powerful fear of collective thinking. Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds by Charles Mackay is often on their list of favorites. Their commitment to uncovering the illogic in mob thinking is the special gift they give to society.

Example: ??

The Confused Wanderer
“Before you criticize a man, walk a mile in his shoes.That way, if he gets angry, he’s a mile away and barefoot.” – Ajahn Brahm.

ENTPs have a strong attraction to anything new. Novelty is their raison d’etre, but none are so attracted to it than the confused wanderers. Although they may profess to enjoy their unattached lifestyle, they are often in a constant state of confusion as to what they should be doing and why they don’t feel that anything is satisfying enough. They want to try everything exactly once and are good at getting themselves in and out of trouble. Wanderers are not so much bums or derelicts unable to get their lives together—although they may be—as they are on a spiritual quest for something that they don’t understand and don’t know where to find. In a sense, they are looking for something and with each new experience they know that they have not found it. This type may begin by living the life they were expected to live, going to school, getting a job, and suddenly decide that they feel trapped or empty and have to escape all expectations and all ties and attachments. They are the wandering monks of modern times. A few end up in monasteries and convents, ending their quest through spiritual detachment.

Example: Ajahn Brahm

The Classy Professor
“The first principle is that you must not fool yourself - and you are the easiest person to fool.” – Richard Feynman.

Many ENTPs, being research oriented and having a strong drive to create knowledge, end up in academia or equivalent positions. Although they may take longer to reach these positions than their introverted counterparts the INTPs because they were “doing other stuff”, they tend to use their multitasking abilities to good effect in this area, and they bring a much needed element to academia, especially the sciences and engineering, class. The ENTP, being outwardly focused, injects style as well as substance into her lectures, papers, presentations, and anything else she produces. While for the INTP, the primary goal is understanding, for the ENTP the primary goal is interest, and thus the ENTP generates interest in others by making even the most mundane subjects interesting. Academic ENTPs tend to be the most introverted kind because academics requires so much concentration and alone time, but their extroversion is often seen in group meetings and the classroom where they are unashamed in challenging social norms and explaining concepts in often zany ways. Open and approachable, these ENTPs are demanding of themselves and others and can often be seen juggling multiple papers and students in an effort to keep life from getting too boring. These ENTPs often reach great heights although their contributions often compete with their creators for attention.

Example: Richard Feynman

The Verbal Gladiator
“When arguing with a stone an egg is always wrong.” - African proverb.

All ENTPs argue because argument is the surest path to truth, or so they say, but some just like to disagree and truth be damned. These are the verbal gladiators who love nothing better than loose their lips and let fly the slings and arrows of their outrageous opinions. If you disagree with one, watch out; he will never give in, even if he is wrong, even if he can’t think of anything else to say except “I win”. Indeed, the verbal gladiator is not afraid to fight dirty and being inventive, create “rules” of debate that ensure you forfeit, because the gladiator doesn’t really care if he’s right. He wants to win, and, if he wins on a technicality, well, rules are rules. This type is most likely to become the lawyer or the politician, areas where winning is more important than being right, at least if one wants to be successful, and technicalities are a perfectly acceptable alternative to the fair fight. The verbal gladiator may at times feel shallow because, for all his professed opinions, he doesn’t really know what he thinks or feels about anything, so focused is he on simply winning. As he gets older, he may develop a stronger moral compass.

Example: ??

The Peacemaker
“Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?” - Abraham Lincoln

Although ENTPs are best known for oneupsmanship, arguing, and being annoyingly competitive to some, this is only a stereotype. Not every ENTP is a verbal gladiator, an armchair revolutionary, or a harmless joker. These are the most extroverted and easily recognizable. The ENTP is an NT and hence makes decisions rationally and logically. An ENTP is annoying and argumentative partly because he has chosen to be or has, at least, chosen not to eliminate these aspects of his personality. Indeed, most ENTPs are quite charming and unassuming and are often, therefore, mistaken for other types, INTPs, INTJs, INFJs, ENFPs, etc. Perhaps the one most commonly mistaken for a “feeling” type is the Peacemaker. He is often emotional, cheerful, likeable, loving, interested in the good of his fellow man, emphasizing the power of unity, and feeling that he should have no enemy and that all people can settle their differences and unite behind a common cause. All of these traits give him the appearance of his feeling counterpart the ENFP. Unlike ENFPs, however, whose feeling nature prevents them from compromising their ethics, he constantly seeks compromise. In working with people, his end is not the expansion of his cause but practical success. The Peacemaker may often seem outwardly to be a pushover, good with speeches but not having much stamina for a real fight. This is a figment however created by his unassuming rational nature. The Peacemaker above all other types understands the words of Sun-Tzu, “he who knows when to fight will be victorious.” When he makes the decision to fight, he stands firm and will not rest until his enemies are obliterated. Thus, when he rules, he rules with an iron fist in a velvet glove.

Example: Abraham Lincoln, Barack Obama

Thoughts on: Plastic Beach by Gorillaz

1. Orchestral Intro - There could not be a more fitting intro to this album. From the distant boat noises, to the epic string section, to the gentle wave sounds, this is a perfect beginning to a concept album. The theme and mood of the record is immediately set and anyone who listens is instantly interested in where this is going. Even on it’s own this little interlude is truly something beautiful. 5/5

2. Welcome To The World Of The Plastic Beach - What an intriguing song. The beat is so cool. It’s a unique blend of funk and an almost tropical vibe. Snoop Dogg is a bizarre and absolutely perfect choice for the vocals here. His deadpan delivery and absurd lyrics somehow work incredibly well. 4.5/5

3. White Flag - First of all, the intro of this song is so dope. It’s so cinematic and interesting and just peaceful. And then the bulk of the song comes in. The verses here are just great. The bass lines are funky and I’ll be honest I just have no fucking complaints. 4.5/5

4. Rhinestone Eyes - I have never loved this song. I find the synth sounds during the chorus annoying and the lyrics here feel too ambiguous to be effective. However the central melody is fantastic, Damon’s distorted vocals sound great, and the song matches the theme of the album. Idk really. 2.8/5 

5. Stylo - Has anyone ever heard this song and not found it dope? I mean it’s just great. It’s a stylish, unique, funky, and bizarrely gorgeous electronic ballad. The vocal performances compliment each other in such a captivating and natural way that it’s hard to believe any person had the idea to arrange it this way. It’s one of those songs that is just too cool and impressive to not influence a litany of musicians. 5/5  

6. Superfast Jellyfish - Man honestly what the fuck do I even say about this bullshit ass goofy motherfuckin piece of shit track. I mean what is this? It sounds like a commercial jingle or some other experimental bullshit that i’m not heady enough to understand. But it’s so fucking interesting and catchy and perfectly placed within the context of the album. God FUCKING damn it I just want to hate this song. 3.6/5

7. Empire Ants - I think of LCD Soundsystem’s Dance Yrself Clean. I think of Little Dragon’s incredible vocal delivery. I think of the intoxicating nature of Gorillaz bass lines. I think of Damon Albarn’s introspective and nostalgic lyricism. I think of the ocean. I think of sailing with my Dad. I think of a girl I used to know. And shit what a funky little drop. 5/5

8. Glitter Freeze - Kind of catchy. Kind of annoying. Feels a bit like filler. 2.3/5

9. Some Kind Of Nature - I’m afraid that if I keep giving songs a 5/5 that the whole 5/5 thing will lose some of it’s weight. But fuck you this is another incredible track. Lou Reed’s dry vocals and the poppy synth filled backing instrumentation mix together to produce something great. It’s hard not to fall in love with this song. 5/5

10. On Melancholy Hill - 

“Well, you can’t get what you want but you can get me
So let’s set out to sea, love
‘Cause you are my medicine
When you’re close to me” 

Incredibly simple. Not all that innovative. But this is something special. We all know it. 5/5

11. Broken - This is by no means a bad song. It’s just not particularly memorable.  2.6/5

12. Sweepstakes - I have never felt like I got this song. There really isn’t much I can compare it to. It’s not immediately captivating. The lyrics and flows are a bit disjointed and dysfunctional but become interesting by the end. I enjoy the building instrumentation. 3.4/5

13. Plastic Beach - Strangely epic and catchy song. Starts with a bizarre cinematic introduction and then gets funky as shit. I’m into it. 3.9/5

14. To Binge - Really something beautiful. Did not expect to hear this type of a duet on a Gorillaz record. Damon and Little Dragon exchange heartbroken verses beautifully. Gorgeous song. My favorite lyrics on the album. 4.8/5

15. Cloud Of Unknowing - I really appreciate what thing song is trying to do. It’s a perfectly in theme mellow little ballad that helps wrap up the end of the album nicely. I just have always felt like Bobby Womack’s vocal delivery is kinda… idk… its just kinda fuckin lame. It sounds to me like an attempt at being soulful but only sounding shallow. 3.1/5

16. Pirate Jet - The perfect, and I mean perfect, ending to this album. Goofy, corny, bizarre, funky, nostalgic, happy but almost sad, and catchy, it’s the only way this record could have concluded. 

“Still connected to the moment it began” 4.8/5

As A Whole

To appreciate the genius of Plastic Beach, you have to understand a couple of things going in. First of all, this is the corniest album you will ever hear. It over indulges in ocean and beach sound effects, it utilizes absurd characters to drive home heavy handed concepts, and it relentlessly uses surrealism to convey abstract concepts to the point where no lyrics can be taken literally. But, shockingly, it works. Damon Albarn and company are able to accomplish this through use of immersion. When you put this record on you are immediately transported to a world where things are so surreal and absurd that it all seems normal. It’s the beauty of Magical Mystery Tour in a modern electronic, hip hop, and funk record. The songs all match a theme so perfectly that it simply seems as if we are hearing recordings from Plastic Beach itself. The magic of Gorillaz is their ability to create entire worlds within an album. Plastic Beach is a vivid and beautiful place, and I know that just from hearing the record.


anonymous asked:

Try Me for the heart thing. Sterek!

Hello, Nonnie! So, I had three ideas for this prompt (thank you for the inspiration!), but I decided to start with the fluffiest, because the other two were more smut than anything (and I thought I’d keep it light for now. Don’t worry, the others are in progress, too, and if you keep an eye out here and on AO3 they’ll be up soon!) I hope you enjoy it:

When he wakes up, groggy and bleary eyed and not entirely certain of what time of day it is, Derek finds an envelope on his nightstand with a small, yellow, construction paper heart taped to it. Inside the heart is written “Open Me” in a familiar scrawl that he’s too tired to place. As he opens the red envelope, it occurs to him he should probably be concerned about how the envelope got into his bedroom in the first place, but he’s too tired to worry much about it. There are no unfamiliar scents permeating the loft, so he doesn’t let it be more than a passing thought.

Inside the envelope is a card. On the front is an artistic rendition of a wolf, howling at a red heart, inside it says “I’m over the moon for you,” which doesn’t even make sense, but it does make Derek laugh. He begrudgingly untangles himself from the blankets and pads toward the bathroom.

On the counter is a bottle of his favorite body wash with another envelope and paper heart, this one is purple and says “Use Me,” the card is another wolf picture with the caption “You’re the Alpha of my heart,” it makes Derek roll his eyes, but he can feel the fond smile tug at his lips. He showers, brushes his teeth, smile still in place, and when he goes to dress is unsurprised to find another envelope and heart in his dresser.

This one is attached to a paperboard box, inside which is a soft, long sleeved cotton shirt in a soft maroon. It’s not lost on him that it matches the color of a certain human’s former team jersey. The wolf on this card is cartoonish and says “I’m howl about you,” written on the inside are the words “There are matching boxers, if you’re interested,” Derek laughs, feels the flush rise up his cheeks. He’s now 95% certain that this mornings surprises are courtesy of his fav- of a certain research happy human, but he doesn’t want to examine the idea too closely, to get his hopes up, because though it took him awhile, he has finally come to terms with his feelings for Stiles. But he’s also resigned himself to the painful reality of those feeling’s  one-sidedness.

So this…possibility, this hope tingling under his skin, is dangerous. Still, it blooms in his chest.

The shirt holds a faint trace of Stiles’ scent, though it could just be that his scent lingers in Derek’s space, his memory.

In the kitchen, there’s a bag of coffee, some exotic sounding blend that even through the lined plastic of the packaging smells incredible. It has a pink paper heart that says “Drink Me (but brew me first,)” the card inside says “You make my howl heart happy,” it’s so cheesy, Derek barks out a laugh that echoes in his empty kitchen. The coffee is delicious, and it’s warmth settles over him like an embrace.

Lunchtime has him checking the fridge for sandwich makings, instead he finds a container with what looks like homemade pierogies and sausages with a red heart that says “Make Me Hot and Taste Me,” and even though he laughs at the obvious innuendo, the heat that flares in his belly and the slight twitch in his jeans in undeniable.

At mid-afternoon, there’s a delivery; a raucous bouquet that’s more a riot of color than anything else. It’s perfect, really. The delivery guy is in his thirties and eager, checking Derek out in a vague but non-threatening way, smiling and making small talk about Derek’s admirer. The card with the flowers has a small pink heart that says, appropriately, “Smell Me (and put me in water)”. The card has a wolf and a fox curled up together, and says “Let’s pack in some cuddles,” and an actual snort escapes Derek.

Early evening brings a box of chocolates delivered by a bored looking teen who reeks of apathy and spearmint gum that she chews too loudly. She brandishes the over sized heart shaped box with a limp gesture and stands there awkwardly waiting and staring until he gives her a five dollar tip with an exaggerated but totally deserved eyebrow raise which she completely ignores.

There’s a green heart on the envelope this time, a sardonic “Eat Me” in a garish pink along with a winky face. The card has a rather beautiful sketch of a large black wolf, and proclaims “It was love at first bite,” and Derek feels himself go hot all over at the thought of biting Stiles, claiming him. Stiles wearing his mark.

The inside of the card has a hand drawn map to a clearing in the Preserve and a time: 6:00. Derek checks the time, relieved to find that it’s only 5:00 now. He places the box of chocolates reverently on the coffee table, next to the vase with the flowers, and returns to his bedroom to put on the new shirt and, though he’d never admit it, check his hair.

He sets out for the clearing fifteen minutes early\ier than he needs to, arriving in time to watch Stiles flit around the area, setting up a picnic blanket and fairy lights, arranging and rearranging plates and dishes, smoothing the edges of the blanket. It’s so endearing he almost doesn’t notice the overall effect of the effort; the strings of lights flicker and cast a warm glow in the late waning evening light, creating a magical little bubble in the cool, snowless field. The unseasonably warm evening adds a crispness to the air, but no bite.

Stiles straightens and pulls something from inside the basket, stumbling a little in his eagerness as he stands and notices Derek. A wide grin paints his mouth, but it’s tinged with nerves, his scent alternately sweet and achingly familiar and laced with sour hints of anxiety.

“Hey,” he says somewhat shakily, and Derek notices his hands fidgeting with- an over sized paper heart, but it’s blank. Derek darts his gaze from the heart in Stiles’ hands to Stiles’ amber eyes and back again. Stiles looks down anxiously and winces, turning the heart around quickly and raising it slightly with a shrug of his shoulders and a loudly released puff of air.

Derek looks back down to the orange heart in Stiles’ hands, long fingers clutching it a little too tightly, denting the edges. Derek’s heart skips a beat at the caption- “Try Me (and You)”.

He must stare at Stiles a moment too long, because he can see the beginnings of an epically rambling backpedal in Stiles’ posture, one hand falling away from the paper heart to begin a wide gesture, and he can’t actually bear to hear what he might come up with to explain away the gift filled day, the obvious forethought and care that went into each surprise; the way Stiles provided for him. So, he moves forward quickly to grab Stiles’ free hand with one of his own, and say a simple but emphatic “Yes.”

Stiles looks confused for a moment, and Derek can almost see him reeling himself back from the aborted rant, and then a genuine smile spreads on his talented mouth, making Derek’s heart skip a beat. And then, he’s repeating himself, a soft “Yes,” whispered against Stiles’ smile and then pressed into his lips as Stiles’ arms wind around Derek’s shoulders, the paper heart fluttering against the back of his neck.

Reasons to Watch Gravity Falls (if you haven't already)

So YEAH I KNOW I’M DOING THAT THING I DO. BLEH. But yes I recently marathoned Gravity Falls online and I don’t regret it at all. I think it’s a great show with compelling characters and the second season is just getting started with sheer awesome. Here are some reasons why this is probably my favorite cartoon since Danny Phantom:

  • Silly =/= Stupid. You’ve all seen it, the silliest person in the show is generally considered the one with the least amount going on upstairs, but this cartoon says that that is the furthest from the truth. Mabel Pines is ridiculous, yes, but she is also observant, bright, and incredibly insightful. An entire episode is dedicated to her learning that her silliness is not a handicap. Every time she says “*gasp* wait a minute!” she doesn’t completely miss the point but hits it square on the head every time. I love that, because silly/fun people are not airheaded idiots and are just as intelligent as everyone else.
  • Nice Guy is the Worst Guy. The main villain of Season 1 is Gideon, a child medium that the entire town adores. He tries to date Mabel, who turns him down every time, but he constantly manipulates her into continuing their farce relationship. Then he tries to kill her brother, Dipper. From the beginning onwards though, he is seen as villainous, creeping on Mabel and disrespecting her completely which is seen and portrayed as a bad thing. 10+ points, Gravity Falls.
  • Siblings that LOVE EACH OTHER. Okay yeah, they bicker and they don’t always see eye to eye, but who does with their siblings? The thing that makes them special is that at the end of the day (and the beginning), they still love each other and sacrifice everything for each other’s well-being. I have never seen twins portrayed so well and so truthfully than in Gravity Falls. Helps that, you know, the creator also has a twin sister, haha.
  • Handyman is Celebrated and Loved, not Demeaned. I have never once seen this show make fun of Soos like I have other characters of the same caliber. Instead, he is a friend, a confidant, and a valued member of the team. He isn’t bright, but nobody, nobody calls him stupid or slow or ignorant. They never make fun of his intelligence, build, or mannerisms. That’s really refreshing.
  • 80s + 90s References. Jfc guys there is an ENTIRE EPISODE DEDICATED TO STREET FIGHTER. IT’S BEAUTIFUL. Not to mention the songs and the products and everything else. It’s all masterfully executed. Just like…
  • Fantastic writing/line deliveries. It’s all just perfect. Especially Stan, his lines are amazing. Soos gets some pretty good ones too, as does Mabel. I’m pretty much a fan of the entirety of the show’s writing, it’s all very well-done and hilarious in execution.
  • Mysteries upon Mysteries. Show has INSANE replay value due to the heaping help of cryptograms found in every single episode. Not only that but subtle clues are placed everywhere, and sometimes may not be revisted for 7-10 episodes, so it’s important to pretty much remember EVERYTHING. The devil is in the details, and sometimes I pause the show just to see if anything of importance is in a single room. That level of depth in the art and writing is a main factor in what keeps me going back again and again.
  • Characters, Writing, animation, delivery, storyline… IT’s GREAT ITS ALL GREAT JUST GO WATCHI T ALREADY. And then flood myinbox to talk about Gravity Falls because AAAUGHGHGHGH.


This is just a little drabble I wanted to write of Maks in the delivery room holding his newborn daughter for the first time. Enjoy!

Maks cradled the tiny bundle of blankets in his arms, smiling down at the fuzzy black hair just peeking out of the pure white cloth. He pulled back the blanket slightly, revealing her face: eyes shut peacefully, soft pink skin, little mouth opening in a quiet yawn before settling back into her slumber. Maks felt tears filling his eyes as he looked at her, still a little messy from delivery, yet absolutely perfect.

Brushing his lips lightly across her soft cheek, he imagined her at 1 year old, taking her first shaky steps into his waiting arms. Chubby and laughing, she’d fall against his chest, Maks pulling her up into a big bear hug, squeezing her to his chest as they both beamed with pride.

He imagined her at 3, onstage in a frilly pink tutu at her first dance recital. Her dark hair pulled into a perfect little bun by Meryl’s expert hands, she’d twirl off count, tripping over her own little feet trying to get back in step. And afterwards, when they all took their bows, she’d smile and blow a kiss out to Meryl and him as they cheered louder than anybody else, cradling a bouquet of flowers for their little ballerina.

He imagined her at the age of 5, hopping up and down as Maks’ face broke into a smile, handing her a carefully packed lunch. He’d place a quick kiss on her forehead before she ran off to school, hair streaming out in the wind just like Meryl’s always did. He’d pick her up later that day, and she’d run out to him shouting, “Daddy! Daddy!” And he’d pick her up in his arms, twirling her around until she made him stop so she could tell him about her day.

Then, as the tears began to fall, dripping a wet pattern onto the blanket, he imagined her at 26, radiant in her puffy white gown, holding his arm gracefully as Maks prepared to give away his little girl. Just before they walked down the aisle, she’d turn to him, seeing the tears in his eyes, and she’d whisper, “Don’t worry, I’ll always be your little girl. You’ll always be my daddy.” And he’d walk her down the aisle, a choked feeling in his throat, thanking his lucky stars that he didn’t have to try to speak as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, giving her to the man of her dreams.

Maks rocked slowly back and forth, still staring down at the tiny piece of him laying in his arms. He glanced up at Meryl. Her hair was tousled, skin still slick with sweat, but Maks knew she’d never looked more beautiful. He walked over and enveloped her in his arms, holding their perfect daughter between them as their lips met, still with the same heat and passion as the very first time.

SMTM4 (Hugeboy Mino rant)
  • I don't understand the hate that many fans have shown towards Mino. You can't deny the facts that he's a very talented rapper. To be totally honest he's been the most consistent on the show. Not trying to bash other rappers on the show but he hasn't done anything to show that he's not up to par with the others. His delivery in Turtle Ship was perfect, his diss rap performance was good, he perfectly fused rap and rock together something that Vasco wasn't able to do in SMTM3 and the song "Fear" regardless of Taeyang featuring was perfection because at a musical standpoint nobody else could have featured because both of their voices blended perfectly and it gave me chills. I'm not fan of Mino specifically but I really do think he's been the best on SMTM4.

So there have been several Lana Parrilla acting appreciation posts on this blog. I think it’s time for a Sean Maguire acting appreciation post. So here you go:

“I love you” isn’t right, because it ignores their situation, leads her on. But by the same token there are 1000 ways to say “I’m in love with someone else”, and a lot of them could’ve been awful. His delivery was wonderful. Perfect.

He smiles just before, because Robin likes that he feels this way, despite all of these complications. He doesn’t regret loving her. He whispers the words, with the same intimacy and quiet and emphasis, the breathiness which would make sense for “I love you”. But right after he says it his jaw tightens, because he feels bad for saying it, for so many reasons–because he shouldn't be feeling that as a married man, because these feelings that are a good thing to him are only hurting them both right now.  His eyes light up at her smile, and he drinks that in, because it’s so beautiful, exactly what he wanted. He can still make her smile. And then–you’re leading her on, Robin. You’re leading her on. So he has to crush them both again, like he did when he said “But Marian is my wife”. Regina stops him, so generously, says it for him instead,  and his look when she lifts her head back to him–soft, warm, melted–he loves her so much for being so good to him, and he’s sorry he had to drag her into this.

Hook and Emma 4x13-4x17 Between the Lines/Foreshadowing

First of all, I should start off by explaining why I didn’t write a 4x13 meta in the first place. I was very captivated by what was happening with the Queen’s of Darkness and Emma having the heart with the greatest potential for darkness that my focus shifted to writing about that.

Additionally, I didn’t originally feel like there was a lot to be said about their conversation in 4x13 as storyline wise it felt as though it was for the sake of Snow and Charming and their relationship with their daughter. As far as Hook and Emma went, it seemed like the writing was laying groundwork for the upcoming storylines.

Emma said “Whatever you did, you’re not that person anymore, it’s not going to change anything between us.” And after expressing her doubts about her parents lying, she said “I’m going to choose to see the best in you” to which he responded “And I with you.”

These are clearly heavy and important statements, but I just felt the simplicity of it establishing that regardless of what Hook did, Emma would see the best in him, and regardless of how dark Emma goes, Hook is going to choose to see the best in her. Viewing that episode on its own, I felt that it solidified their relationship for when everything blows up, which it always seems to do in Storybrooke.

4x15 was also groundwork in its own way. While Hook made a huge statement, I think that the statement is very much the beginning mark of a journey for Emma.

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