i am one to brag

My favorite headcannon is that Jack has an amazing singing voice and he doesnt even know it.

One day when they’re driving in the car, Bitty has his Sappiest Love Songs Ever playlist going, and Jack’s hitting every note in If I Ain’t Got You. By now Bitty knows Jack can sing, so he posts a video of Jack just going at it on his twitter. The offical Falcs account retweets it. Lin-Manuel Miranda retweets it. Bad Bob retweets it with a “He definitely got that one from his mother”. #WhatThePuckZimmermann is trending #1. The world absolutely loves that this big, quiet, awkward hockey bro also belts it out to sappy love songs on long drives, and Bitty is so proud they finally get to see a part of the real Jack.

“Billy-Ray Sanguine”

A brief bout with a razorblade cut me
I freaked out thinkin’ people didn’t love me
I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me
In letting go I am so proud of what I’ve done
Yeah

Best Skee-ball Player in Toronto (Not my Jersey pt. 2)

anonymous asked: 

can you please do a part two of not my jersey? it was so good!

Word count: 2368

Warnings: Sorry if your name is Tom Hanson and you get offended by Mitch Marner punching you

Author’s note: Do you guys want another part? Let me know!

Part 1

Originally posted by wonthetrade


You were absolutely freaking out, to put it lightly. Tonight was your first date with Auston and you had no clue where you were going, which meant you had no clue what you were supposed to wear. You weren’t the type of person to stress about what to wear, so this was completely new to you. When you heard the door of the apartment open, you nearly sprinted out of your room.

“Mitch, what the hell am I supposed to wear?” You wail, throwing yourself into his arms. He stumbles back, awkwardly patting your back.

“Good afternoon to you too, (Y/N).” You groan.

“You’re not being funny. My date with Auston is literally in two hours and I don’t know what to wear.”

“Well where are you guys going?”

“That’s the problem; I don’t know where we’re going.”

“Ooh, that is a problem.” Mitch agrees.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious. You’re Auston’s best friend. Where does he normally take girls on first dates?”

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The English Book (Part Three)

So… I’ve decided to make this into a series/fic! Enjoy!

Previous parts:

Part One Part Two

MASTERLIST

Humming along to the tiny radio in the art room at the school, you poured different colour paints into the palettes, careful not to drip the blue into the yellow. Not that it really mattered since the kids would probably mix them anyway.

You wore a navy blue sundress, scattered with tiny daisies and a pair of sandals. Something comfortable especially since it was only getting hotter and you were spending more time outside. 

A tiny knock was heard from the doorway and you whipped your head round to see Lucy standing there. She had a small sun hat on, her socks rolled to her ankles. 

“Hi! Do you want to help me set up for art? I’ve got ten water cups that need filling…” You tempted her. She eagerly nodded and skipped over to the sink, starting to fill up the cups for the dirty paint brushes to get cleaned in.

Lucy still wasn’t aware of the multiple dates that you and Harry had shared yet. A few days after your cafe date, you invited him to your flat, sharing a takeaway together, films on the tv. It was lazy but amazing. 

The two of you shared your first night together. It was full of kisses, close warm skin contact and giggles, a little intoxicated from the bottle of red wine you shared earlier. 

Lucy was at her mother’s for her grandmothers birthday, so Harry was able to stay at your flat that night, his arms wrapped around you, your head laying on his chest.

The third date was a movie. It was rather cheesy and cliche but that didn’t stop you and even Harry (even though he denied it) from crying at the last scene. With two boxes of popcorn devoured, two slushies drank and a bag of pick’n’mix between you, Harry confessed his admiration of you. With a simple ‘I can’t get you off my mind, (Y/N).’, You brought him in for a sweet kiss, his lips cold from the blue raspberry slushie.

“Miss (Y/S/N)?” You looked round at Lucy to see her holding a water pot, small droplets falling on the floor where she had over filled them. “Should I put them by the paint?” You nodded at her and she got to work, carefully placing them by the palettes and paint brushes. 

You did feel guilty that Lucy hadn’t been told about her father’s dating. This would be big news when she finds out her Dad is seeing another woman, even much so that the lady is her teaching assistant. 

The art class went smoothly, one tantrum about a picture being ruined but the children left with smiles on their faces, and that’s all you could have hoped for. 

You were sat on your sofa with Harry on Facetime to you. His hair was all over the place and his eyes droopy. Lucy had been put to bed an hour ago so Harry called you. 

“Baby, go to bed. You look exhausted.” You tried to persuade him.He shook his head and tried to hide a yawn, his nostrils flaring as he did so. You giggled and he whined. 

“Trust me I wanna, but you’re so beautiful and sleep ‘s for the weak.” His tone of voice changing dramatically as he sounded manly. Your heart skip a beat when he called you beautiful and a rosy tint found its way to your cheeks. 

“So, I was thinkin’. Maybe you could come over for dinner tomorrow night?” Harry asked you. You immediately agreed with a nod of the head, a smile on your lips. “Good. I’m not one to brag but I am a pretty good chef…” He smugly smirked. 

You rose an eyebrow. “Well, you better not disappoint then. I will be disappointed. May have to reconsider this whole thing.” Your hand actions referring to the two of you. He playfully winked at you.

“Also, Lucy will be here. ‘S my weekend and I think it’s time to tell her. Honestly, I think she has caught on.” Harry shrugged. Nerves hit you, of course they would hit you. This was Lucy. Lucy was Harry’s world.

“That’s fine with me. I’ll see you tomorrow then?” 

“That you will. G’night, darling.” He lazily smiled. You returned it.

“Night, H.”

You were shitting yourself. The nerves had started to die down after the second date with Harry but this was meeting his daughter properly. Teaching her everyday had gone out of the window, this was completely different. 

You decided to get a cab to Harry’s so you could have a drink. Your knee bounced and you exhaled loudly, fiddling with your bottom lip. You hadn’t been to Harry’s house yet but it was everything you imagined it would be. A town house in Primrose Hill took you surprise. It was bright white with a dark, black wooden door. However, it looked homely.

This was nothing like your tiny flat in Camden above a florists.

You paid the cab and climbed out, brushing your jeans as you stood outside the house, the butterflies in your stomach almost becoming unbearable. You took a deep breath and walked up to the front door, using the knocker. 

You patiently waited for an answer and then the door opened, Harry coming into view. The nerves had relaxed a bit as Harry brought you into his arms, hugging you. You sighed in his arms, his scent warming you up. 

“You look beautiful.” The night was relaxed. He didn’t bother dressing up, the two of you in jeans and a nice tops.

“Thank you, H. Does she know I’m coming?” You whispered, wary of Lucy being anywhere in the house. He reluctantly nodded and your eyes widened. “What?!”

He chuckled. “Hey, hey. It will be fine, I promise. Come on, let me get you a drink.” You looked at him for a moment before giving in, putting your bag by the coat stand, Lucy’s blue peacoat hanging next to (what you assumed) to be Harry’s expensive looking coat. 

The house was magnificent. High ceilings with a grand chandelier hanging down in the hall. But as you said before, the house was homely. On the walls were Lucy’s art work. A few pieces you recognised from when you ran those classes. 

It was clear that Harry took pride in Lucy’s work. It really warmed your heart that Harry had custody of Lucy. There were many pupils at the school who hardly ever saw their fathers. 

“Hope you don’t mind spag bowl, it’s Lucy’s favourite.” He smiled over his shoulder at you. You shook your head and followed him into the grand, yet modern, kitchen. 

“Well, that’s one thing we have in common.” You jokingly pointed out, taking a seat at the breakfast bar. Harry frowned and walked over to you, carefully taking your face in his hands, brushing his thumb pad over your cheeks. 

“Baby, you and Lucy have so much in common already. You don’t even know it. And she loves you. Maybe not as a mother but as a person, she loves you. I want you to be comfortable around us both.” His kind eyes danced between yours. You shyly nodded and his lips brushed against yours, your worries flying away. It was crazy how a kiss could relax you so much. 

Harry pecked your lips before turning back to the wine cooler, picking a bottle of red for the both of you to accompany your spag bowls. The two glasses were filled and he took a seat to the side of you. 

The kitchen was warm from the cooking but the back doors were wide ope, display the small yet immaculate garden. Harry was telling you a story about how he took Lucy out to get some new schools shoes when she skipped into the room. 

“Daddy, where is m- Miss. (Y/S/N)?” You smiled at Lucy and waved slightly. 

“Hey, Lucy!” 

“Hi!” Her smile wide. “Why are you here?” She tilted her head to the side in confusion, her curly hair in bunches. You stammered and looked over at Harry for help. He winked before patting his knee, Lucy walked over and climbed onto his lap.

“(Y/N) is staying for dinner if that’s okay?” He asked her kindly. She smiled and nodded at you. “Okay, baby. We’re gonna have spaghetti for dinner.”

“Yay! Garlic bread?” She excitedly asked him. Harry nodded and kissed her cheek. 

“Of course. I just need to start the pasta. How about you show (Y/N) your English homework?” She nodded and climbed off his lap, running out of the room. Once you heard her running up the stairs, you let out the biggest sigh of relief, Harry chuckling beside you.

He reached over and intertwined your fingers, bringing them to his lips. 

“See? Everything will be fine. I promise.” He sincerely spoke, holding the back of your hand towards his lips. Lucy had returned to the kitchen a few minutes later with her homework and a coloured pen in her hand. 

“We were trying to do this together for a while before you arrived but Lucy seems to be a bit stuck on task four.” Harry explained, Lucy nodding at you. 

“Let’s have a look.” Lucy passed you the sheet and she sat next to you, swinging her legs underneath the breakfast bar. “Ah, this one is a bit tricky isn’t it?” She pouted and sighed. 

“I don’t get it.”

You went on to explaining why places have capital letters and that Paris needs a capital P not a small p. It took a while and a lot of examples but she managed to finish the sheet, with a bit of help from you and occasionally Harry as he finished up cooking. 

The three of you sat round the round dining table in the kitchen, a bowl of garlic bread and salad in the middle. Lucy had a glass of milk with hers whilst the two of you were on your second glass of wine. 

“Thank you, Daddy.” Lucy smiled, tomato sauce around her lips. Harry blew her a kiss and looked up at you. You watched the two of them in awe. You knew that Harry was an amazing Father who did everything he could to make sure Lucy was happy. 

He was right, Lucy must have had a tough year with her parents divorce. Divorce is hard for any child, any age. 

“Mmm, you were right, Harry. This spag bowl is delicious.” You sighed in satisfaction. He shrugged and took a sip of his wine. 

“Well, can’t take all the credit. ‘ts my mum’s recipe.” You smiled and went back to eating. The conversation was light but frequent. Lucy told us all about her day and it felt nice to hear it from a pupil. Your name popped up a few times in conversation almost as if she forgot you were sitting next to her. It didn’t bother you at all. 

“So, Lucy, your dad told me that you love animals?” You asked her, taking a bite of garlic bread. She eagerly nodded and shifted so she was facing you entirely. 

“I love giraffes! I have three toy giraffes!” She excitedly spoke. You copied her stance, facing her. 

“Well, I was wondering whether you and Dad would like to go to see some giraffes soon?” Her jaw dropped. You giggled and so did Harry. 

“Really? The zoo?!” You nodded and she squealed, her smile so bright it made you almost smile the same. She then turned to Harry. 

“We get to see real giraffes?” He nodded. 

“Does that sound fun? Me, you and (Y/N) go and see some giraffes?” 

“Yes!” She jumped out of her seat and hugged Harry. He kissed her temple a few times before she escaped his grasp and surprisingly, giving you a hug. 

“Thank you, (Y/N).” She whispered. You felt like you wanted to cry. This evening couldn’t have gone any better. 

“You’re very welcome, sweetheart.”

After all finishing dinner and tidying up, all three of you settled on the sofa together. You were curled up against Harry’s side, his arm resting around your waist. Lucy was laying along the sofa, her head laying in Harry’s lap. 

You had settled for a film that was age appropriate for Lucy which meant it wasn’t something that grasped yours or Harry’s attention, but you all watched it. Well, some of it. Lucy fell asleep roughly twenty minutes into the film leaving you and Harry watching some animated dragon getting trained.

“Thank you so much for tonight, H.” You whispered, cautious of waking up Lucy. You lifted your head of his shoulder and kissed his cheek tenderly. He warmly smiled and pecked your lips, his hand brushing your side. The both of you may have smelt like garlic and lips were stained with red wine, but that didn’t stop you from both sharing quick kisses and smiling at each other like idiots. 

What a mess! (Company/Legolas x reader)

        Rating: G

        Warnings: Fluff ehehe

        pairings: Company and Legolas / You

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        “Aye lass! Could I grab you a cup of tea?” You were astounded by how dumb some of these dwarves could be. They kept offering you things like you were a Queen or a Goddess among men. You were part elf part human (which is why Kili started all of this in the first place), and all of the company, including Thorin, had their hearts set on winning you over.

        “I’m fine.” You mumbled.

        Bilbo saw you walk to the edge of the forest as the company talked amongst themselves as to how to get back onto the path to Mirkwood. He wanted to help you considering his tiny crush on you as well.

        “H- hello (Y/N).” He stuttered and sat beside you.

        “Hello Bilbo! Finally someone sane around here. How are you Master Baggins?” You said mocking Thorin’s tone. 

        “Someone sane? Well I- I don’t consider myself one to brag but I Can assure you I am someone sane”  (Says the guy stroking a magic ring every five seconds!)

        “Thank you so much for being here for me Bilbo, I really needed it.” You leaned over and gave Bilbo a small kiss on the cheek. He accepted it with a blush.

        “Why are you blushing so much? Twas only a kiss.”

        “Well I may not be entirely sane after all.”

        “OH COME ON!” You stood up and kicked a rock into the nearby shrubs. 

        “Ouch!” A smooth voice yelled.

        “Hello? Is anyone there?” You asked to an unknown voice. The creature in the bush scurried around before collecting themselves and standing up only to walk out of the shrubbery and into your line of sight. 

       It was an elf with light blond hair and silver armor. He drew an arrow from his quiver and pulled it on Thorin. 

       “No please don’t!” You yelled throwing yourself in front of Legolas’s arrow. He only chuckled before lowering it to the ground.

        “You would die for such lowly creatures, human?” 

         “Yes I would.” You said matter of factly Pulling back your hair to show off your pointed ears.. Thorin could almost swoon.

        “An elf? Where do you come from?” Suddenly Legolas showed an interest in you as well. 

        “I came from the west to help Thorin reach his goal of restoring Erebor.”

        “Ah.” He grabbed your hand and allowed him to bring it to his lips. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles and you blushed as the company began yelling dwarvish slurs.

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         “You like him.” Bilbo said

        “That I do Bilbo.” You smirked as you watched him push the dwarves into their cells. 

One Time Thing.

Part Two.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader.

Warnings: Language.

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“Wait? You’re still going on that date with the lawyer?”

“Yes” You calmly say grabbing your bag and heading for Chris’ front door.

“After what we did last night? You’re still going on the date?” Chris questioned.

“What we did last night happened, do I want to take it back? No, but I’m not getting younger Chris, I’m not going to cancel a date with a man that could potentially be my husband in the future”

“So that’s the only reason you’re going on this date? You don’t want to die alone?” The look on Chris’ face told you he regretted those last words “(Y/N), I’m sorry, I didn’t mean tha-”

You slam his front door shut behind you before he finishes, you were out of there and headed for your car, on the way home the same questions kept popping into your head ’how dare he?’ ’Why does he care anyway?’ ’It was just sex to him’ ’I know him, he just wants sex, that’s all, right?’ you pull into your driveway and head for the door, you need to shower and get ready for your blind date soon but you’re starving so you make yourself some lunch and decided to go for a run to clear your head.

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Kwami Knows Best

@the-mate-has-drawings did this adorable little sketch of Blair and Soul in a Miraculous Ladybug AU/Crossover, and I couldn’t stop imagining their relationship in it that I had to write a little something. 

Thank you for allowing me to write something!! I do appreciate it, and I hope y’all enjoy this ^u^

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Soul thunked his head against his locker as a heavy sigh passed through his lips. It had been yet another long and difficult day at school. His teachers had all but yelled at him to get his ass in shape and start studying, his father hadn’t wasted any time in reprimanding him over his report card, and to make matters worse, he had forgotten about his presentation that morning in French. Sometimes he wished his superhero alter-ego came with the ability to reverse time rather than destroy.

“Hey,” came an overly cheerful voice behind him that he recognized as Maka’s. “Rough day today, huh?”

Despite everything, he smiled at her presence. The girl definitely had a way of tying knots around his heart and sending his skin to burn merely by being near him.

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kiddyshizukajoestar  asked:

"Hey, robot." The huntress approached the bot, a hand on her hip once she stopped before her. "With one of your profession, I am sure certain individuals like to brag about even unscrupulous accomplishments. I am looking for information on certain items some clients of your's might be selling. I am willing to pay in return for this information and I understand if you feel you shouldn't divulge this information. You are free to refuse without repercussion." Her gaze was focused, waiting.

I got a shiton of clients that actually been some business men who sell some pretty weird shit, especially this one guy that has this like super rare computer chip and then this other guy I was with had these super rare computer gems and then this other guy had in his possession some relic that belonged to some ancient alien civilization. (( Namira talked Shi’ka’s ear off from giving all the information that Shi’ka was looking for.)) @kiddyshizukajoestar

I’ve had this conversation a million times in the last eight years.

“Oh so you’re a single mom? But like, he still helps out right?”

“Uh…no…not really.”

“Well yeah, but he still sees her, right?”

“Um…no…not really.”

“Okay so he just contributes financially then?”

“Uh…no…”

And then, like clockwork the pity sets in. You’re probably feeling it right now; a tightening in your chest after you read that snippet of my life. The poor little abandoned family, left to fend for themselves. I’ve grown so accustomed to that look, the sad tut that seems to leave people’s lips, and the way they immediately view us differently once they learn that we are the epitome of a “Single Parent Family”.

We do not want your pity. I’m very sure the intentions behind it are good hearted and loving, that most people just don’t know how to handle seeing a girl who had a baby at seventeen and was left, but that doesn’t change the fact that your pity taints our lives. It makes it seem as though we are missing something, as though our family is less than yours simply because there isn’t a man at the head of our table.

There are a lot of things I question in my life but the decision to have my daughter alone was not one of them. I was four months pregnant when he left and it was the best thing that ever happened to us. I would love for my child to have her father in her life, and most days I try really hard not to hold any ill-will against him, but that is not our reality. It never has been. We accepted it a long time ago so you should too.

You see, there is a certain beauty in being a single mother that no one else realizes. I get her all to myself. I don’t have to share parenting decisions or nighttime cuddles. I am always the one she wants when she’s sick and the one she brags about to her friends. I have built a bond with my daughter that every person who meets us comments on.

She is eight years old but she is the best friend I’ve ever had in my life. No one else can make me laugh as hard, no one else reads me as well, and no one else understands just how consumed I can get with my love of her. Since that day when I was pregnant, before I could even feel her turn in my belly, I committed to be the one person in her life that will always be there, that will love her unconditionally, and that will do it regardless of my marital status.

It isn’t easy. No parent has it easy. We have been so blessed with an amazing extended family, who show up for class recitals and afternoon lunches, who remember to put a dollar in her book bag for a pretzel at school when Mommy forgets, who step up when I fall a little short because we all fall short sometimes.

And there are nights where it seems impossible, where the little voice in my head tells me that he was right and I was messing her up beyond repair. And there’s the times where I want to jump through the computer screen and shake the women who complain about how their husband doesn’t do enough, or how their child’s father only takes them once in a while, or how the child support payment isn’t nearly enough. I have to remind myself constantly that my story is not everyone’s, my pain is not everyone’s, and everyone is entitled to their own complaints.

Our life is far from perfect. There are moments that are downright painful, like when my daughter has to complete a “My Family” page for school and digs out one of the two pictures in existence that has the two of us with her father. She is only three months old in the photo and he was gone again almost as soon as the shutter clicked. But there she was, staring at the picture with this paralyzing sadness radiating off her because all the other kids in her class come from traditional nuclear families (which is a whole new level of torture brought on by the universe). And not for the first time, I wanted to cry for her because no one in the world deserves to feel unloved, especially not my perfect little girl.

There are so many things I want to tell her, so much pain I wish I could take into myself and save her from. But her pain is as valid as mine and it deserves to be felt.

Eight years old is much too young for the lesson that sometimes people leave and my poor girl has learned it far too many times in her short life.

We spent the rest of the night picking out pictures of the two of us for the page, looking through years of memories that left her giggling at our silly faces. We are not like every family, we are far from it, but we have a lot of people who love us just the way we are. And at the end of the day, when my daughter is wrapped up in my arms, she whispers to me that she’s glad I’m a single mom because I do it better than a Daddy ever could, and the words he said to me all those years ago fade from my mind.

So thank you for your pity, however it might come, but take it elsewhere. Our family is perfect the way it is.

Friends

Friends are family friends are foes without one I am alone should I cry or should I brag for a friend I should have had I have my mom I have my dad without them I am sad but what makes me cry another day is when I loose a friend everyday.

listen im not one to Brag (i am #1 at the top of the humble list) but this one person TheRomantics one y'all know the one they blocked me over being an aphobe AND THEN
- reblogged one of my gifsets
- stole a gif i made from when we only had ¼ of the gaston scene
so like……..im not saying this is proof im great but yeah it is

Lee Jong Suk for Instyle (Sep 2014) - Part 2

Source: DC
Translator: hitoritabi
Translation note: Part 1. The patented Jongsuk honesty… it is heartbreaking how much he prepared for DS. There’ll be a part 3 after I sleep. Zzz.

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It’s been one month since ‘Doctor Stranger’ ended.  What have you been doing in this time?

I’ve spent most of my time in bed. For the whole week, I just watched TV in bed, ordered and ate delivery food, then fell back and slept again – it is almost to the level where you would say, “Not even an unemployed slacker would do this.” Besides the occasional times when I had schedules, I would even give up on washing up or shaving… I actually look better than expected with stubble. (laughs) I left the house for the first time in a long time for this interview; it’s refreshing.

It’s your first time challenging a 'one-top main lead drama’. What are your feelings behind seeing Park Hoon away?

It’s like a painful finger*. There has never been a drama for which I prepared as much as I did for this one; or had as much ambition to do well. Starting from last October, I carried the script around with me everywhere. I wanted to show many sides of Park Hoon, but it seems I was not able to convey his charisma as much as I wanted, it’s a shame.

* he has used this term to describe Park Hoon on SNS before, basically like a child that his/her parent would particularly worry about

I heard you did a lot of preparation for the role.

I worked really hard for it. I wanted to construct the character perfectly, I started to develop an obsession for it. I exercised so much so that my body would look sharper for the role. Every episode, I would fuss over how to present minor development to my character in my acting; I worried about that a lot.  Since the role is one of a cardiovascular surgeon, I went to observe some open-heart surgeries and was very moved; I even got to touch a real, live, beating heart.

To touch a living heart… how did it feel?

It thumped even more strongly than I thought it would. On the other hand, when I saw the patient lying there under anaethesia, I cannot help but feel that life can be so trivial. “Why do our hearts thump so violently for us to live?” It made me think.

Through 'Doctor Stranger’, you have received a lot of praise for your acting, saying that it’s improved so much that people see you in a new light.

Am I allowed to brag about one thing? About halfway through the airing of the drama, I received a text message from Song Kang Ho* sunbae. It’s the first time he messaged me (rather than replying my messages). The content was something like, “Your acting is very good. Go with this feel.” It really felt like my heart was going to burst. It was during a time when I felt rather defeated; that message touched me so much and recharged my energy to 100%. I was also very happy to received praises from TV viewers. When I am acting with sunbaes, I came to understand how important it is to match and adapt to the person you are acting with.

*Song Kang Ho is an A-list veteran actor who played Jongsuk’s dad in 'The Face Reader’.

If you had to list one sunbae who you matched the best with?

It would be Kim Sang Joong sunbae. As my character’s father, he only appeared in a special casting for the first two episode, but he immersed completely in the role. Even afterwards, when there were scenes when Hoon had to remember his father, I just had think of Kim Sang Joong sunbae’s face, and I would become lonely and the sad feelings would just come flowing out. On the other hand,it was fun whenever I acted with Choi Jung Woo sunbae (Dr. Moon). Cooperation with the actors around my age was also good. The director and staff members really did a lot of hard work, I want to thank them from the bottom of my heart.

In the early days of your debut, the first piece of work where the public got to know you is of course 'Secret Garden’.

At that time, since my role was very small, I was only on set for a short amount of time. For me, I watched the drama as a viewer. Back then, I lived on Garuso-gil and when I went out to eat, quite a lot of people would recognize me. Before 'Secret Garden’, I didn’t even have a signature. But since people would come up to me while I am eating out and ask me for a signature, I had to make one up right then. I remember that I was so embarrassed and flustered when signing back then… now my shyness has receded quite a bit; seems like I’ve forgotten my roots. (laughs)

After 'High Kick 3’, with 'Korea: As One’, 'School 2013’, 'IHYV’, your acting has been taking steady strides forward with every project.

In every piece of work, I gather experience and add to my acting. Especially when I was doing 'Hot Young Bloods’, it feel like something broke inside of me. It was a feeling of 'Ah, so I could bend and twist to this extent’. Up until now, I think I’m yet unable to look at the project as a whole, but I have gained the ability to make judgment calls for the roles I accept.

In terms of popularity and general atmosphere, is 'IHYV’ the best?

As I was filming 'Doctor Stranger’, I recalled 'IHYV’ so much it was almost bizarre. Maybe it’s because I was filming 'IHYV’ around the same time last year. The atmosphere on set is really warm and the teamwork was excellent. I missed [Lee] Boyoung-noona and [Yoon] Sanghyun-hyung. I’m guessing if I went back to the filming sites of 'IHYV’ around the same time every year, I would start missing it again.

DAY 2538

Jalsa, Mumbai               Mar 27/28,  2015               Fri/Sat  2:41 am






The time is ominous. The hour is beyond apprehension. The dates move from a 24 region to another. The destination is the same. The day changes a digit ..

But the one that has not changed is the intent … the intent to connect to a waiting Ef, eager, anxious, to gather what today’s description of the contents of this post would smell like ..

‘Smell the coffee’ they often say for a reality check. What and where did this phrase come from. Smelling coffee ? Why ? Does it mean more than the smell itself, or is there a hidden meaning behind the mere philosophy of the cocoa bean ? I wonder and have no recollect on this. Perhaps some of my most educated, versatile and aware well wishers, would have an answer …





I travel to Egypt after long years. This visual is from my visit in 1991, in Cairo at the Pyramids and the historic Sphinx. A most memorable trip, if ever there was one .. the love and the affection of the Egyptians, their hospitality, their compassion and their extreme love for cinema, cannot be described in words. I can never ever forget those moments, those days spent in the midst of fraternity so loved and so caring towards their visitors …my sincere thanks to them in every walk of life … 24 years is a long time to be away from Cairo, though I did come for a visit in between to the Alexandria film Festival in the Northern part of the country, for a day, in the middle of my shooting in Los Angeles for Sanjay Gupta’s film with Sunjay Dutt and others …

I was there in Cairo before the 1991 visit as well. It was for the shooting of ‘Great Gambler’ around 1975 .. but little was known of the Industry and least of all me .. Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru was the most popular name then and for his great association and friendship with the President of Egypt, Nasser. The Oberoi Hotel was a place where we shot extensively and of course the Pyramids. The deserts were equally attractive, especially the tents out in the open and a song picturisation with Zeenat Aman. Most of those days is a blur in memory , but what remained then and now is and was the people … warm friendly and so compassionate ..

I go now with an earnestness to be in the midst of my friends and Ef in Cairo, to be a part of the celebrations that are conducted each year in the context of India -Egypt relations, an India Day by the Nile .. with an assurance to all the Ef from the region that I shall meet them and shall give my details as soon as I have them .. perhaps by tomorrow … so that those that are planning to travel miles to reach Cairo, are not inconvenienced in any manner ..  

There is so much history in the civilisation of this great country, the culture, the standards of life, learning and its magnificent contribution to the Wonders of the World … it would require several years of learning to discover and gather all there is to know in this most strategically placed country .. almost a great point of unity among the East and the West, because of its geographic positioning ..

There have been great writings that have come out form here, great literature and academics, and I feel so honoured and humbled, that during my visit the very prestigious and renowned Academy of Arts, has decided to honour me with a Doctorate in the field of arts and culture. This is a rare distinction I am told, and I am most overwhelmed by its decision. I am but a very small and almost insignificant part of the fraternity of films from my country and find it most honourable on the part of the Academy to decorate me. They do not decorate me, indeed they recognise the film industry of India, and for that I am most grateful …

I must brag about one incident though. During my stay in Cairo for the Alexandria visit, I spent a night in a Hotel in Cairo, or perhaps a couple of nights, which was during the WW 2, being used as a residence of the Allied Forces, and the room I was in was where the legendary Field Marshal Montgomery of Great Britain had stayed. It was his room during the time of the war !! 

Some of the more extraordinary visits in Egypt were to the son et lumierè at the Pyramids, the commentary on the site given by the iconic Richard Burton. Then there was Luxor and its monuments and the sound and light there, the Valley of the Kings, with its underground excavations, the Museum and the great artefacts of the time of the Pharaohs .. just an endless excursion of history and astonishing art work both in the objects as also the building and the preservation of the Mummies and the possessions of the Kings through time ..

That backdrop may be of New York, but how coincidental for me to be in possession of this picture as I write, for on my way back from Cairo, as I changed flight at London Heathrow and took off for USA, my daughter called from Delhi, urgently asking me to put the Tv on. Being airborne just then it was not possible to do that, but soon peculiar things started to happen. The plane diverted and abandoned take off, went back to Bay, stating unusual circumstances. On reaching the lobby area of the airport, there was immense tension that one could experience .. and then … I realised .. there were crowds of travellers gathered in front of the Tv sets .. and .. I actually saw LIVE, the 2 planes crashing into the Twin Towers in New York .. the 9/11 attack !!!



It has been late today, and for this I must apologise, but there are times in a day when it does become difficult to pull away from certain activities… activities that relate to years and days gone by .. of times well spent .. of times of great adversity and rancour ..

Blood shall always remain thicker than water .. and it is sometimes important in life to accept this renowned adage, to experience and share it and to know that they that confess relation of blood, shall ever be that … your own !!

Good night dear ones … may you be in ‘blood relation’ in family and in extended realm …!!

Amitabh Bachchan

Let’s not forget that every popular clothing brand nowadays promotes hard drugs, sex and alcohol on their shirts and dresses. It’s commercialism, dickhead. It sells.

My Lolita and kitten collars sell 10 times more than my rainbow unicorn one does. And this is tumblr for fuck sakes. Where girls and boys come and unite their fucked up little sexual fetishes together and not be judged for it.

Don’t blame me for what people want.
As for putting me down for my sales… It’s been a year. I’ve had my store for just over a year, do you really think a business is going to miraculously boom overnight? Like, congratu-fucking-Lations on earning more money than I am, no one gives a shit. At least I’m trying. And not bragging about how much money I earn to a bunch of 12 year olds who spend their time bitching about popular people on the Internet.

I earn enough money from my store to treat myself to nice clothes and things that I want. I’m surviving and that’s all I fucking need.

You’re a sad pathetic little idiot.

I am going to brag on myself and no one is going to stop me.
I never thought I would see this day, at least not this soon. I have a full set of eyelashes (mind a small gap where it never grew back on my bottom left) long enough to CURL and wear MASCARA. It might sound stupid or silly, but that means so much to me because I have worked so damn hard to fight these impulses. For the majority of the time, I feel like I’m finally getting more control over Trich than it has over me. I’ve fought this disorder since I was 7 years old (that was when I got my first bald patch from it anyway) and it got to the point where two years ago I had pulled my scalp almost completely bald, no eyelashes, no eyebrows. I had to wear wigs to school and was in hypnotherapy, inpatient more times than I can count, intensive outpatient, and consistently pulling. The tables have turned, and I’m finally in power.

“(Husband) I like music a lot. It took thirty years for me to own the audio equipment set that I wanted. It wasn’t because I was saving up for thirty years. Actually, if I really wanted to own equipment that could satisfy my ears, I would have to spend up to $100,000. However, I suspected it’d be worthwhile, and of course, I wanted to have it. Thirty years ago, my audio system started with a $300 speaker. I know there are a lot of other more expensive devices out there, but I still use that speaker because it plays a somewhat familiar sound to my ears. One could ask why am I bragging about my $300 speaker, but I’d say it’s the best speaker, even better than the speakers worth thousands of dollars.Success isn’t measured by how much I can show off, but rather it’s about meeting my wife, living together and having a happy life together. Even yesterday and the day before, we listened to music together for eight hours.”

“(남편) 제가 음악을 굉장히 좋아해요. 제가 원하는 오디오 기기를 맞추는데 30년이 걸렸어요. 돈을 모으느라 30년이 걸린 게 아니예요. 사실 제 귀에 맞는 소리를 찾다보면 그게 억 단위까지 돈을 써야 할꺼에요. 근데 그런 가치가 있는가 싶었어요. 물론 갖고는 싶었죠. 제가 처음에 30만원 짜리 스피커로 시작을 했어요. 그거 말고도 비싼 장치가 많지만 아직도 그 30만원짜리 스피커를 써요. 제 귀에 익숙한 소리를 들려주거든요. 어떤 사람은 그 30만원 짜리를 자랑하냐 하지만 전 몇 억짜리보다 그 스피커가 최고라고 하죠. 전 남들에게 보여주는 삶보다는 제 삶을 같이 살아주며 만족해하는 부인을 만난게 성공이라고 느껴요. 어제하고 그제에도 그 스피커로 하루에 8시간 이상씩 부인하고 같이 음악을 들었어요.”