“She was a dear pet of mine. I remember John being amazed to see me being so loving to an animal. He said, ‘I’ve never seen you like that before.’ I’ve since thought, you know, he wouldn’t have. It’s only when you’re cuddling around with a dog that you’re in that mode, and she was a very cuddly dog.”
[Paul, Many Years From Now, Barry Miles]
Paul with his beloved Old English Sheepdog, Martha who was born on the 16th June, 1966. Incidentally the photos were (allegedly) taken on Paul’s 25th birthday in 1967.
How Until My Feet Bleed by @kazliin Should Have Ended
Part of him still couldn’t believe that Yuuri was finally here with him, that this was real and not just another dream….
Digging one of his hands into the skin of Viktor’s back… slowly taking him apart, Yuuri looked at him, face flushed and staring at Viktor with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.
“I hate you.” Yuuri breathed and his eyes held none of the warmth or joy that Viktor had been feeling just seconds before. “Now fuck me.”
The words hit him like a punch to the gut and Viktor felt his fingers still in shock, the words so unexpected and unexpectedly painful that every muscle in his body froze and locked in place….
Victor snapped back, the rush hitting him like he was slamming back down on the ice again. To hear those words spoken outloud was a slap to the face and a plunge off a cliff, straight down the sheer rock face of confusion. Because the last time he was in a hotel room with Yuuri, he had been hearing softly muttered confessions imitating affection, and the sharp twist of reality was too much to ignore.
The chill in Yuuri’s eyes melted at Victor’s outburst, honey brown widening in betrayal of his shock. Whatever haze of lust and alcohol fleeted from them in stark reaction, and Yuuri seemed as frozen as Victor, except for his fingers trembling, curled into the bedsheets.
One breath take in an attempt to calm the mix of emotions threatening to spill forth, and Victor permitted it all burst forward despite himself. “Why are you even here then?”
Just like that, Victor saw all the confidence drain from Yuuri’s face, leaving him pale and then scrambling for shoved aside bedding to cover himself. Victor didn’t bother.
“Yuuri, I don’t-…” Years of questions leapt through every part of his mind, brawling to be the first to fall from his tongue just so he could finally hope to grasp at a single note of understanding. The most and least simple being, “why?”
If emotions and confusion, insistent need to understand were at battle inside himself, it looked like a war was raging through Yuuri. His gaze locked with Victor’s and yet he still looked torn between wanting to cling to it and to flee, clutching at the bedsheets which he brought up to cover himself, suddenly modest. “Why what?”
The tremor in his voice was all that Victor needed. “Why do you… I don’t get you, Yuuri! What the hell did I do to merit you dancing with me one moment and telling me you hate me as you try to sleep with me the next?”
A heartbeat passed. Then two.
Yuuri opened his mouth, no words coming forth, and then shut it. His eyebrows arched high into bangs messed from the heated lead up, and then his expression fell. And hardened. His red, swollen lips pursed into a thin line, and those gorgeous eyes narrowed. It almost startled Victor, to recognize in that moment the contempt he had often seen directed at him when on the podium.
“This! Exactly this!” Yuuri snapped, dropping the bedsheet as he leaned forward, closing the distance Victor placed between them. “The fact that you don’t even care enough to remember!”
“Remember what?!” Every memory of his interaction with Yuuri flashed by, but none of them could account for hate, at least not in Victor’s mind. “What I said to you in the bathroom that one time? That was–”
“No! Before that! You were my idol, Victor, and you broke my heart!”
Before that… Desperately, Victor searched every shred of memory, every hint of an interaction with Yuuri that he had treasured no matter how tense or distant, but there was nothing. “What, Yuuri, I would never–”
“You did!” Yuuri’s words cut in and Victor let him, watching the flush of arousal on Yuuri’s skin turn to one of anger and irritation instead. “I worshipped you and you insulted me. You belittled me. I was just a kid…” Yuuri inhaled a shaky breath and the dam broke. “I went to see you, when you skated your last Junior season. I got tickets as a birthday present, because I wanted nothing more than to see you skate. And after you won, I… I waited outside for you, to get your autograph. And I met you.”
It wasn’t ice in Yuuri’s eyes anymore. It wasn’t fire. It was what Victor had felt so close to, so many times himself, could recognize instantly. Defeat.
“You… you broke my heart, Victor, when I met you…”
Broken did not seem to be enough. Victor shattered, cascading into shards that littered the cold floor beside them. “I… I don’t remember.”
“Of course you don’t. I was just one fan. And you have so many. Why should you?”
He should have. Why didn’t he. “But Yuuri, it’s you. How could I not remember you?” Why would he though. Yuuri was right. He would have just been another face in the crowd. Yet Victor felt like he should. Of all the faces, of people, he should have remembered Yuuri. What had he even said.
“You didn’t. You… I just-… how many other hearts did you break, Victor? How many other dreams did you step on? Or did you forget all of those too?”
The shards fragmented. Stepped on and crushed by each syllable being confessed. He had met Yuuri, broken his heart, and couldn’t even recall how. Couldn’t even begin to guess. “Yuuri, I’m sorry-”
“Whatever,” Yuuri sighed, then shoved off the bed, but Victor reached over and grabbed his hand before Yuuri could grab his clothes off the floor, grateful for when Yuuri stopped and did not jerk away.
“Yuuri, don’t please…” He needed to understand. He would not be content to leave it at that. “You… at the Olympics, you got drunk… you told me that you liked me. Or that you liked my hair, and my eyes. So I know you can’t hate me. Not completely. And Yuuri, I don’t hate you. Please, I just need to understand, so that if I need to spend the rest of my life apologizing to you, I can mean it. So please tell me. Help me remember. Or at least, help me understand.”
Conflict writ itself in bold across Yuuri’s face, but the tension in his shoulders softened and the pull of his wrist in Victor’s hand ebbed away. The digital clock display on the hotel bedstand switched minutes, and Yuuri pulled at his lower lip with his teeth, then nodded. “Okay but… let me put something on first?”
There was a blush tinting Yuuri’s cheeks, softening him into a vision Victor had only seen in Phichit’s photos before, of a delicate Yuuri that Victor had never been permitted to see in the flesh before now. His chest felt too small for his heart as it swelled with the affection Victor had already been so bad at containing.
Without the briefest moment of hesitation, Victor rushed to the corner of the room, grabbing one of his shirts from closet since he had now regrettably torn Yuuri’s. He draped it across Yuuri’s shoulders with a gentleness that Yuuri did not seem to believe.
“I think we probably have a lot to talk about.” Victor tried to smile and felt it bloom into a real one when Yuuri scoffed, a thread of amusement and understatement so clearly wrapped around it.
“Yeah… I think… we really do.”
(The moral of the story: communication can happen, if you behave like a good person and put your dick away for just a hot second)
relatively keeps to himself, is the kind of mysterious neighbor that no one really knows much about
sometimes kids are afraid of him because he has a really deadpan expression so the moms are always like “wonwoo-ah ,,,,, please smile? it’s so nice out!!”
but he ends up just getting embarrassed and then asking mingyu when they hangout at a cafe like “kids never let me pat their heads,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,am i scary?”
and mingyu is like uh WELL,,,,,,,,,,,,
but in reality wonwoo is a sweethearted angel. like he picks up litter if he sees it around the apartment building and always offers to hold groceries for any of the elder neighbors
also he always gets cutely startled when another neighbor’s dog comes over to him and sniffs him or barks in greeting and he’s like !!!!! usually ends up dropping whatever he’s holding
and he looks down at the little like ??? pomeranian and is like “so,,,,,scary,,,,”
and the owner is like omg,,,,,,,,,,,no they’re not scary they’re cute do you wanna pet them??? and wonwoo is like NO ,,, no ,,,,thank you i gtg
his apartment is really clean and well kept,,,,,,he has this vintage looking record player and collects mostly older jazz stuff that’s soothing and sometimes even a lil sad
when his friends come over they’re always like “dude,,,,,,,do you have any records from like pop groups???” and wonwoo just blinks and is like “why would i have that,,,,,,i listen to records before i sleep i don’t think i could fall asleep to snsd’s ‘party’,,,,,,”
he’s also a big fan of blankets and has them everywhere so he can fall asleep anywhere he pleases: the living room, the bedroom, the goddamn kitchen -
doesn’t really decorate his walls but has a photo of parents and brother in the hallway and every morning he waves goodbye to it before he leaves,,,,,it’s cute
and you have seen wonwoo before, mostly in passing. he never really looks up from his phone or book so it’s more like passing a ghost than anything
until one day you’re both on the floor at the same time and as you unlock your door, you take a step in until you look back and see that,,,,,,,,,,,
wonwoo is staring at his door and you’re like ?????? what’s he doing
and then you see him literally fall forward with his forehead against the door and you’re like IS HE OK and you’re hesitant but you call out like “everything alright???”
and wonwoo turns his head and he’s like ,,,,,,, “i don’t have my keys,,,,,,,im locked out.”
and you’re like ,,,,,,did you,,,,,,,forget them inside??? and he nods,,,,shamefully looking at the floor and you’re like oh,,,,,unsure of what to do
but then you hear it. a growl.
a stomach growl
and you can’t help but laugh and wonwoo puts a hand shyly over his shirt and he’s like “e-excuse me,,,” but you’re like “if you’re hungry you can come over, im just making ramen tonight so?”
and wonwoo is shy, he’d usually probably decline because he doesn’t want to bother you but then he hears his stomach growl again and he knows mingyu (who has a spare to his apartment) is gonna take like 2 hours to get here
so he nods and you grin, telling him not to be shy and come over.
and once you’re inside, wonwoo sitting awkwardly at your kitchen table you’re like “so,,,,,while the water is boiling - tell me about yourself.”
and wonwoo is like “there’s not much,,,,,” and he tells you that he has a brother, he likes to listen to music, write lyrics sometimes,,,,,and he’s kinda like “im sorry im boring” and you’re like no not at all and once the ramen is done you guys keep like talking
and wonwoo is a little reserved, obviously you guys are strangers basically, but you keep listening with enthusiasm and you smile when he attempts a joke and ask him more about himself
and unlike most people you’re not,,,,,,,making some comment about how he looks angry or tired. you’re just,,,,,,,genuinely listening and it’s been a long time since wonwoo has met someone new who didn’t right away seem judgmental of how kind of simple he is about most things
and once he realizes that mingyu is calling him to let him know he’s here, wonwoo is kind of upset that he has to leave the conversation,,,,,
but you tell him that it was nice talking and he thanks you for the food and when he meets mingyu out in the hall
mingyu is like nudging wonwoo and he’s like “that neighbor you were with - they’re cute.” and wonwoo is like “oh,,,,yeah they are,,,,,and they’re nice,,,”
and mingyu’s like wiggling his eyebrows and he’s like “did you just call someone nice,,,,,,,,,hmmmmmm i thought you weren’t a people person,,,,”
and wonwoo is like GIVE me the spare keys mingyu
and mingyu is like “go ask the neighbor on a date and i will.” and wonwoo is like m I NG Yu,,,,,,,but mingyu won’t let up because he’s like c’mon i know you think they’re cute
so when you hear a knock on your door and open it, wonwoo is biting his lip but he’s also like “not,,,,not to be weird but are you free this weekend? i just want to get to know you more so we can get coffee,,,,,,,if this isn’t awkward,,,,”
and you’re like oh,,,,,,,,you’re flattered and you’re like sure!!! and wonwoo is like ,,,,,,,,well in shock because you agreed but also blushing because wow,,,,,,,he actually got a date with you,,,,,,
and you exchange a time and place and you smile before closing the door and wonwoo swears his heart beats a bit faster
but then he hears mingyu’s voice like GET IT BRO and wonwoo is like “give me the spare this time or eLSE-”
always running out of his apartment because he seemingly is late no matter what???
like no matter how many alarm clocks he sets,,,,,,he leaves his house juggling his keys, his bus pass, his jacket, his water ,,,,,, and his hair looks like it has never seen a brush in it’s life
he always ends up forgetting something too. usually it’s literally he forget to lock the door to his apartment
but this is his charm!!!! all the older people are like “he’s such a youthful young boy full of energy!” and all the kids think he’s super cool because he dances and does taekwondo
and also hoshi has this bad habit of listening to music way too loud in his headphones so if you’re on the elevator with him you’re sure to be hearing shinee’s 1of1 album blasting through the small space
and speaking of shinee, hoshi looks up to them so much he has their poster up on his wall. well he has a lot of stuff on his wall from the medals he’s won in taekwondo, to bizarre polaroid photos of seokmin and minghao, to autographs he’s gotten from famous choreographers he’s met
and his wall is a mess, so is his floor and bed. like there’s training clothes everywhere and his bed is never made and the only saving grace is the can of febreeze he got from mingyu as a gift on secret santa
his refrigerator is just big bottles of water and frozen sushi he got from the grocery store and like no one understands what in the world he’s living off??? maybe he’s running off energy from the sun??? who knows
and you know hoshi, it’s impossible not to with his crazy bedhead and his singing outloud to ‘sherlock’ habit
and you guys are friends, not like super close but you know enough to talk in the hall and one day as you’re talking you mention you just beat your highscore in ‘just dance’ on this song by usher
and hoshi’s like “that’s your highest score? i could crush you if that’s your best.” and you’re like OH WANNA BET
and hoshi is like hell yeah i wanna bet come over and ill show you how a pro does it
and so you end up sitting on his couch (which he had to clean, there were chip bags and notebooks on it) watching hoshi turn on his wii and before starting the game he turns around to give you a grin and you’re like PFFT you’ll never beat my score
but ,,,,,,,,,,you are wrong. he beats your score. that and also,,,,,,you’ve never seen such a good dancer in your life
BUT ARE YOU GONNA ADMIT THAT ? NO WE DON’T LOSE IN THIS HOUSE
so you get up there and you bust out everything you have and hoshi is like OOOOOOO you look serious,,,,but it won’t be enOUGh
and by the end of it you’re huffing and puffing but,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,YOU GET A HIGHER SCORE
and you’re like AYEEEEE I WON GIVE ME THOSE 50 BUCKS WE BET
and hoshi is staring at the TV with his jaw on the floor but then he’s smiling and he’s like “you’re so cool!!!!!!!! you actually beat me!!!!!” and he high-fives you because tbh he’s competitive but like,,,,,,,he’s also a sweet guy
and you’re like ohg;ldskgfh,,,,,i did,,,,,,,,,,,,,
and hoshi is like “i don’t have fifty bucks on me, but i do have enough to take you out to dinner? it’ll be japanese take out though,,,,,” and you’re like LOL that’s fine. free food = good prize
and hoshi like offers out his hand and he’s like “shall i escort you to the five star restaurant than?” and he’s got this mock british accent but you’re laughing and you take his hand
and you only blush when you realize that you guys are still holding hands as you leave the building and go up the street,,,,,,,,,,,,
and maybe you blush even more when hoshi is like “doesn’t this kinda feel like a first date?” right in front of the cashier at the takeout place and you’re like SHUT
but he’s just grinning and you’re like,,,,,,,what is going on
and hoshi is like “i figured just dinner isn’t enough so, ill add another thing to your prize.” and you’re like what is it??”
and then he like pokes his cheek and is like “this date with me~~~~” and you’re like never do aegyo again but omg you’re cute,,,,,,,
casanova of your apartment building
winks and uses the same “you look like a flower every time i see you, but this time - you’re in full bloom~” line on everyone,,,,,,,,,and when i mean everyone i M E A N E V E R y o n E
even the dogs that live in the building ,,,, like there’s a lady with a little chihuahua on the second floor and after telling the lady she looks ten years younger than before, seungcheol like calls the dog a beauty and wow is that dog blushing?????? probably
he’s kind of a really popular guy,,,,like to the point that people will wait outside your building and be like “does seungcheol really live here??? i heard he’s so handsome you can’t look him straight in the eyes,,,,,,,”
but in reality,,,,,, his apartment is just the most least romantic thing ever LOL
like there’s just sports equipment, sports magazines, and empty water bottles everywhere ,,,,,,, and his laundry pile is so big it’s threatening to fall over,,,,,,, and like the only thing he has for decoration in his whole apartment is like a picture frame he got as a housewarming gift from seungkwan but ,,,,,, there’s no picture in it
and like he’s lucky because he has a balcony he can go out onto but on it is his bike that takes up half the space and dying plants he never takes care of
and he’s so,,,,,,,like well-kept when he leaves the house but then he comes home and throws everything off and like literally rolls into bed or plays video games in just his sweatpants
and you know more than anyone else how the ‘suave and cool’ seungcheol really is because you’ve been friends since before you were neighbors
and you’re always over at his place sitting on his balcony and just talking (mostly gossiping because seungcheol actually has a LOT to say and the view from the balcony is nice)
and sometimes you come over and trip over like a jumprope he left on the floor and the only reason those plants on his balcony are not DEAD but definitely close is because you water them when you drop by LOL
and seungcheol tries to bribe you to do his laundry but you flick his forehead and you’re like “no. im not your maid. get joshua to do it.”
and one day you come over and you’re like ,,,,,, seungcheol your apartment is negative ten degrees” and seungcheol
who is sitting on his couch in a literal down coat is like “yeah i forgot to pay the heating bill.”
and you’re like OH MY GOD but you’re also like get up loser you can spend the night at my place and not die here like a human icicle
and seungcheol is like like i love you you’re my everything my SAVIOR
and you’re like SAVE IT DO NOT GREASE ME
so seungcheol ends up in your living room on your couch instead and you’re like ok goodnight and seungcheol is like “hEY,,,,,since im here let’s watch a scary movie or something” and you’re like dude we’re not kids this isn’t a sleepover your dumb butt literally didn’t pay- and seungcheol is like fine fine you’re scared I GET IT
and you pause because exCUSE me who did you call scared???? move over
and you plop down next to him and pick the scariest movie you can find and you’re like “first one to scream is a big loser - ok?” and seungcheol is like “when in my life have i ever screamed? you’re on”
but halfway through,,,,like you aren’t even paying attention because you’re sitting under the same blanket as seungcheol and like his arm is practically around your waist and your thighs are touching and he’s really big and warm
and you’re tired,,,,,,you had a long day and before you know it you’re knocked out. like what movie? what bet? ZZZZ time
and seungcheol notices, and he’s like oh they’re asleep,,,,,he should move so you can lay down
but as he’s watching your face illuminated only by the light of the TV like ,,,,,, seungcheol notices finally just how nice your features are
and you two have been friends for like ever,,,,, but he’s never quite looked at you and taken it all in,,,,,,,,and somehow now that he is
seungcheol is like ,,,,,, oh god ,,,,,,,, you’re cute
and not only that???? you literally have saved his ass so many times from bringing him actual food when he forgot to grocery shop, to helping him get hotpacks when he pulled his shoulder, to now,,,,,,when he found himself freezing in his own apartment like YOU saved him
and leaning down he brushes some hair from your face and he’s like,,,,, you know what im not gonna move
and instead moves a bit so your head falls on his shoulder more comfortably and he moves the blanket off himself so it’s covering all of you
and he falls asleep too,,,,,,,,,with the movie still playing
and in the morning you open your eyes and you’re like wow my mattress is so warm but broad and oooo it’s moving
but then you look down and oh hey there seungch- WHAT
and you want to jump up and be like WHAT IS GOING ON but seungcheol lazily opens one eye and is like “go back to sleep,,,,,,,”
and for some reason nothing feels wrong about this,,,it’s surprising but not wrong,,,,,,,,
so you just shrug and go back to sleep as you feel seungcheols arms wrap tighter around you
and oh my god isn’t the best friends to lovers cliche amazing,,,,,,it really is hehe
This is one of the most memorable trips I’ve taken. A rustic cabin that we stayed overnight in at the northwestern most tip of Algonquin Provincial Park, right on the water’s edge. The night sky was so clear and the night was moonless, perfect conditions for star gazing. I have never seen the stars reflect so clearly off of water before; it was a sight that will never be forgotten.
Could you do a nct127 mtl to date a curvy girl? Thanksss
Hi bub! Honestly, I don’t think any of the boys would care about weight of size, whether you’re curvy or skinny. As long as you were healthy and if you weren’t he’d still want to support you. I’ve done this as most being those who would find curves sexy and attractive, those in the middle who really wouldn’t care and those at the bottom who might find an athletic body more attractive or would want a petite, slim girl!
I also want to remind everyone that you’re all beautiful regardless of what you may personally think. Remember that you have only seen yourself in two different lights - in the mirror and in photos. Everyone else can see you when you’re subconsciously smiling, and when you’re laughing or when you’re speaking about something you love! You can’t judge yourself from only two perspectives, since there’s always going to be a infinite number of ways to see someone, ones you’ll never see but are definitely there…
(how have i never seen this before???? where is this from???)
Johnny Yuta Haechan Ten Mark Taeyong Kun Chenle Renjun WinWin Jisung Jeno Taeil Hansol Doyoung Jaehyun Jaemin
Johnny is probably a sucker for someone with hella curves. He likes butts, and boobs and, thighs - the whole works. Maybe it’s because he’s from America where being curvy is considered sexy, but I think he’d genuinely like curvier girls nevertheless; being an idol means that he sees a lot of skinny girl idols so he’d probably want a “change” and a different look.
Yuta is low-key a fuckboy. He’s probably a very hormonal guy so finds any girl attractive but curvy ones would be his weakness. He’d find them exotic and refreshing and would be the type to always have his hands somewhere lol If you were confident about your curves, he’d find it even more attractive and even if you weren’t, he’d be showering you in compliments anyway.
Haechan would find curvier or bigger girls adorable and he’d just want to coo at them all the time. Curvier girls would catch his eyes more than other kind of girls. Well, to be honest, I don’t think he’d care really; he’d just a soft spot for them and would like the look of curvier girls.
Ten is definitely someone who’d like touching his girlfriend’s waist, hips, butt and thighs. He just seems as if he’d always want that physical touch with his S/O, so, naturally, with curvier girls comes more of this. He’d always be telling them how good they look or how much he loved their loved because he genuinely would be in love with them.
Mark would like curvy girls because he’d like how they looked in clothes. This sounds weird but hear me out lol. Dresses, skirts, tops, jeans - look different on curvy girls than slimmer ones and I imagine that he’d like seeing his curvy S/O in clothes which accentuated their curves. Also like Johnny, he’s probably fairly westernised in his preferences, so curvy gals would be attractive to him.
Taeyong would probably like being with someone the complete opposite of him. If i were to describe this person physically, I envision them to have dark or tanned skin, big hair and being very curvy. He’d probably like the contrast of physical features, so dating a curvy girl would be a no brainer for him.
Kun would like how squishy and cute curvy girls can look. I’m not saying every curvy girl is like this, but, Kun probably would like small and curvy GF because of how adorable they look to him. He’d constantly be squishing their cheeks and wrapping his arms around them and basically worshipping them ok
Chenle, I see with someone whose not exactly curvy but not skinny either. Just “average” in times of curves. Tbh he’d probably someone who isn’t an idol and therefore isn’t thin and is just at a normal, healthy weight. He’d find curves attractive and “no” curves attractive of course, but I just see him with someone who doesn’t fit into either of these types.
Renjun wouldn’t really have a preference at all. He wouldn’t look at appearance as long as you were healthy and well. If you were curvy, he’d date you. If you weren’t, he’d still date you. As long as your personalities matched perfectly, appearance honestly wouldn’t matter.
For some reason, I see WinWin with someone who has the body of a dancer or someone who works out. He’d like the definition and tone-ness of their muscles and the strikeness of their body (in comparison to people who don’t) If they were dancer, he’d probably want to do duets or something sorry that was completely unrelated lol
Jisung would either like someone who works out/dances or someone quite thin or someone between. He’s pretty young obviously lol and hasn’t fully grown yet and probably ATM anyway doesn’t feel that “manly”. A curvier girl, although he’d find attractive, maybe wouldn’t allow him to be the man in the relationship and feel big and stronger because a quite skinny boy.
Jeno…. TBH I really have no idea why he might not like curvier girls. I just see him with a thin and petite and tiny little girlfriend. He’d date a curvy girl if that person was still petite and tiny, so he’d like small curves over bigger ones.
For Taeil and Hansol, they’re basically at the same place for the same reason. I always see these two as typically traditionally Korean in their preferences for anything, including women. They’d want a cute, small, thin girlfriend/wife so they could protect her. I think they haven’t really been “exposed” to super curvy girls compared to other members perhaps, so they’d a slight preference for slimmer girls.
I think Doyoung might date another idol in the future, maybe even date one. He’d probably want to date another idol rather than a non-idol because he’d like having someone understand his life better than a non-idol would. And female idols are usually very thin and not overly curvy, so he’d like thin and slim girls more.
Whilst Doyoung would date an idol, I think Jaehyun would date a model. Not a normal model but some supermodel whose super toned and has like literally no body fat and has super long legs and shit in order to model (ik there are plus models but I mean the really think ones in this case) . Of course he’d still like curvy girls, but in the end, I think he’ll end up with a model of some sort.
Jaemin *sigh* everyone is going to hate me for saying this, but I think he’d like skinny girls because he’s a teenage boys. Teenage boys around his age (at least the ones in Britain where I live lol) just like skinny girls and they don’t realise that curvy girls can be attractive until they’re like 17+. I think it’d just be his young age which means he’d like thin girls. I’m sure all this media and shit with skinny girls, would only reinforce this.
THESE ARE ONLY ASSUMPTIONS AND OPINIONS. I REALLY THINK THEY WOULDN’T CARE AND IF THEY DO, THEY’RE PROBABLY A DICK REGARDLESS OF BEING AN IDOL AND YOU SHOULDNT BOTHER WITH THEM EVEN IF THEYRE YOUR FAVOURITE OKAY and that goes for anybody who says anything about your appearance too
So it seems we have the most controversial songs written before Jamaica, probably written with the participation of someone who was also living in that situation. The biggest SOTT song was written in 4 hours, which to me is simply a conclusion that they need to get away from it all. And your first song in Jamaica was just a declaration of love? I believe that in 50 years, Harry and Louis will be a legend never seen, because their intelligence and their lyrics will be studied for years and years.
L E G E N D S
I don’t take this photo as a sign that Harry lied maliciously or is trying to deceive the public.
NOT AT ALL, just to clarify where I stand.
Maybe he can’t remember exactly when each song was written. Maybe they weren’t completely written, but were in bits and pieces of lyrics, melodies, etc.
Maybe he had specific songs he really wanted to write, and these fragments were already written in his journal. These are songs that clearly meant a lot to him, because they were culled out from 70 other fragments & 30 completed songs to be organized together, as an album. So I’d say that he had an idea what was going into the album early on.
The early songs were (at least that we know of): Two Ghosts, Sweet Creature (aka Complicated Freak?), Kiwi, and Meet Me in the Hallway. All conceived before May 7, 2016.
It’s very possible that they weren’t “finished” products at that point. Lyrics might have been changed, added, removed after that.
Everyone can think how they want to, but I would like to ask that you give Harry a little breathing room.
He is human. He might have reasons for doing what he’s doing. He might not be able to explain everything to the fandom. Be kind to him and to each other.
Sooo… I am on week 3 of being sick with bronchitis and/or walking pneumonia, so forgive me for my ramblings and for taking so long to post. Here’s my report from the front lines. (I’m without my laptop so this will be a challenge.) You might want to grab a beverage because I’m going to put this all in one post.
THAT HORRIBLE FEELING WHEN YOU REALIZE YOU MIGHT NOT MAKE IT TO THE CON IN TIME: I came down with a stomach bug on Wednesday night (on top of the bronchitis) and was too sick to fly on Thursday morning. Though the airline was able to rebook me on an afternoon flight, delays meant I would miss my connection. After an hour standing at the JFK ticket counter during which options slipped away, I was finally able to secure an alternative flight… but had to endure a coach window seat for 6 hours despite having paid for a first class seat. Thank god for the copious amount of drugs in my system that I was able to remain calm and get a little nap before running through LAX, rebooking yet again when I discovered a better connecting flight, and finally arriving at SeaTac after 1:00 am - 12 hours after I was originally supposed to land. The silver lining was that I was too distracted by the drama to be nervous about what I would say to Cait and Sam.
WAIT, WE’RE QUEUING UP HOW EARLY? Luckily @chrismosstree and @myguiltyolpleasure scoped out the situation on Thursday afternoon and figured out exactly when and where we needed to be. I awoke around 5 am after a couple hours of sleep to bid them farewell as they headed for the convention center, taking advantage of their generous offer to hold a place for me in line. Despite being dizzy and queasy I made my way down the street to our “holding pen” outside the main hall to wait for the panel discussion with Sam and Cait. We were able to meet up with the lovely @supertam87, @sileas84, and @side-eyeing-you and chatted with a lot of other fans while we waited… and waited… and waited. Seriously, you guys, attending a comic con is all about standing around and monitoring your fluid intake to make sure you don’t have to go to the bathroom at the wrong time. Luckily I was dehydrated from the decongestants so I didn’t have to worry too much.
OH, MY GOD, IT’S STARTING! Being in line so early paid off as we got 5th row center seats in the auditorium. The hall was huge and completely filled up in a matter of minutes. I feel like you miss so much in the room because you’re trying to switch from watching them on stage, to seeing them blown up on the screens to the side of the stage, to snapping pics, to trying to anticipate whether they are about to do something cute so your camera is at the ready. Initial impression was that the panel was merely okay, but I’m jaded by having attended the NYC Apple Store event last year where it was a much more intimate setting and they were less guarded. I’ll have to watch the video to see what I missed because I’ve seen a lot of cute gifs on tumblr.
GOOD LORD, HAVE THESE PEOPLE NEVER MANAGED LINES BEFORE? The convention organizers came across as very disorganized. Rather than routing us toward the hall through a series of roped off rows like an airport security checkpoint, we were crammed together in a pen behind some gates like cattle in a feed yard about to go to slaughter. That set the tone for the day as staff struggled to figure out what to do with us as we queued for photo ops and autograph sessions. All sense of time was lost as we stood packed cheek to jowl in very stuffy conditions. By the time we approached our solo pics with Sam I was a sweaty mess - some combination of nerves, the cramped quarters, and the Robitussin.
A TOTAL OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE: I turned into a blithering idiot during the photo ops. For those of you who haven’t done this before, the process is similar to school picture day but with more yelling. There is a tiny mirror hanging outside this curtained off area. I seriously thought I was going to hyperventilate as we got close to the front of the line. You have only a second to realize you are a sweaty mess before you give your ticket to someone and are waved into the booth. You see Sam smiling with a fan plastered to his side while a photographer screams, “READY!” *click* “NEXT!” Then you are thrust toward Sam and he says hello while clasping you tightly. You are too tongue-tied to say anything and too blinded by his beauty to look him in the eye. "READY!“ *click* "NEXT!” It’s over. You can’t believe it happened, but you assume it did. Emotions were running high and we skipped away, giggling uncontrollably. Then got back in line for the joint photo op and the solo Cait session…. which took all afternoon. Observations: I’m shorter than I thought I was after seeing myself next to them. Sam’s jacket is unbelievably soft and I’m surprised I didn’t pet him (or maybe I did - who can remember). He smells really good (not that @chrismosstree would know…). He’s also thinner than I expected. Not skinny, but not beefy like in S1. (He’s the same height as my brother but seems so much taller.) Cait’s legs are ridiculously long and her waist is in line with my bust. She glows. It was all a blur. I pride myself on being unflapable, but I was - well - flapped. I was shy and embarrassed and nervous and excited and couldn’t put a sentence together, all at the same time.
“THAT IS SO COOL!” On to the autograph session and a two hour wait to deliver the Doll Frasers to Cait. They had been packed in their little trunk and carried around all day while I mentally rehearsed what I would say. A few people asked what was in the box (I carried it in a giant clear zip lock bag to guard again rain.) As I explained that our friend makes costumes for a set of Jamie and Claire dolls and poses them in scenes from the show, one woman asked if @outlanderedandoverhere had a booth at the con where she could buy her own set! (There’s an idea for a revenue stream, Fiona…) There were handlers taking each item to be autographed and passing them to Cait and Sam so that by the time you were in front of them the item was signed and you could be on your way. I was a little worried that they might not allow gifts because I didn’t see anyone in front of me doing it and I had visions of carrying the trunk around for the next week only to have to ship it back to the U.K. I knew I had to be quick and concise, so I removed the trunk from the bag and unlatched the lid. I flipped it open and set the thr trunk down in front of Cait, telling her that we saw the Doll Fraser calendar on the wall in their makeup trailer and thought the cast and crew might like their own set of dolls to play with. She said, “Yeah, yeah!” and lit up like a Christmas tree. Seriously, smiling ear to ear and digging through the trunk. I pointed out the charity t-shirts and she said, “That is so cool!” She just could not stop staring at them while I babbled on about how the Doll Frasers have been adopted by our community. Finally the handler tried to move on to the next fan and Cait sighed and reluctantly closed the trunk before tucking it under the table. She even made a little sqeeing noise. Sam was sitting too far away and occupied with signing to notice, and they were running waaay behind, so there was noopportunity to alert him to the transaction. However, the Doll Frasers were clearly a hit. No telling where they go from here (I assume all gifts were sent to production offices in Scotland) but hopefully we’ll see or hear about them again at some point.
After that we were FINALLY finished for the day and headed out to meet up with other fans for dinner. And, honestly, that was the best part of this event: meeting up with so many of you. I have laughed (and coughed) so much in the last week that my abs might actually form a “six pack.” 😂 And I love how willing everyone is to share their experience and that so many are interested.
Some of you have asked about the cock blocking story. It’s not that interesting and requires props and facial expressions to convey properly so it’s best done in person. For some reason (ahem, @c2bend and @rainmanjdog) it’s taken on a life of its own. Truly, I’m not trying to be a tease so I’ll see if I can figure out a way to tell it with @chrismosstree’s help. We’re off to dinner now but will be back online later.
tl:dr Overall impressions are that Sam seemed very tired and a little guarded, Cait could not have been more lovely nor down to earth, and that we are an amazing, funny, smart, and lovely group of women. Mwah!
A quilt can be a powerful medium for communicating stories, and were a rich tradition among African American enslaved women. Harriet Powers’ Bible Quilt is an excellent example and one of very few surviving narrative quilts made by an African American during the late 1800s.
Photo: Bible Quilt by Harriet Powers,
Kenneth E. Behring Center, Collection of the Smithsonian National Museum of American History.
Powers stitched her Bible Quilt in the mid-1880s and exhibited it at the 1886 Athens Cotton Fair. While on display, the quilt caught the eye of Jennie Smith, a young internationally-trained local artist. Of her discovery, Smith later wrote, “I have spent my whole life in the South, and am perfectly familiar with thirty patterns of quilts, but I have never seen an original design, and never a living creature portrayed in patchwork. … The scenes on the quilt were biblical and I was fascinated. I offered to buy it, but it was not for sale at any price.”
Photo: Bible Quilt by Harriet Powers, Kenneth E. Behring Center, Collection of the Smithsonian National Museum of American History.
Four years later, Powers and her family fell on hard times and she contacted Smith to sell the quilt. Before turning over her precious creation, Powers explained each of the eleven panels of the design. Briefly, the subjects are Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, a continuance of Paradise with Eve and a son, Satan amidst the seven stars, Cain killing his brother Abel, Cain goes into the land of Nod to get a wife, Jacob’s dream, the baptism of Christ, the crucifixion, Judas Iscariot and the thirty pieces of silver, the Last Supper, and the Holy Family.
A/n: Jughead is becoming infatuated with a photography student who shares the same english class, what happens when y/n may have captured a picture of Jason Blossom’s killer?
Y/n pov -
You were in the dark room just behind the photography studio in school, developing some photos you had taken the night before. Looking back at the photos taken of the River and the nature flourishing around it. No one had really been back to the River since Jason’s body was recovered but you couldn’t help going to capture the beauty around. You loved the way you could create art in one single snap of a second, then the moment was yours to hold forever.
You take a look at one of the photos you took of a tree and notice a figure walking in the background. You couldn’t help the nauseous feeling in your stomach at the fact it could have been someone following you, Jason’s killer even. You push the feeling to the back of your head shaking your head, hanging the photo up to dry. You collect your things and unlock the dark room door opening it only to bump into a chest. You look up to see Jughead Jones, tall dark and handsome, staring at you with his always present pissed off facial expression.
“I’m so sorry Jughead, I wasn’t looking where I was going” you explained looking up to his gaze with apologetic eyes. he simply shuffled passed you awkwardly mumbling an “okay” you just shook your head and walked passed Archie stood next to the door. What were they even doing in the studio they didn’t take photography?
Truth of the matter is you’ve been bumping into Jughead an awful lot lately, you were unsure why because your paths had never crossed before, he just always seems to be around whenever you are lately.
(Later that day)
You sat in your usual booth at Pops, camera in your hands looking through photos you’d recently taken. Regulars of the diner waltz in, Betty, Veronica, Archie and Jughead, they walk straight past you and go over to their usual booth, ordering food and talking intently.
Jughead’s POV -
Me and guys headed to our booth at Pops when I saw her again, just sitting there looking at her camera, she was so captivating I don’t know why but I was just drawn to her. We shared the same English class, she sat three seats away me, everytime I’m near her I just get weird and awkward and end up coming across rude.
“Hey that’s Y/n from English lit right?” Archie suddenly pipes up nodding his head towards the lonesome girl in the booth. “uh yeah, think so” i grumble and put my head down opening up my laptop.
“why don’t you go and sit with her, she’s almost as secluded as you” Veronica jokes lightly pushing my shoulder. “No I don’t wanna sit with her, I don’t even know the girl, besides she’s busy with her camera or whatever” I continue to brush off the people pestering me. “Oh you know you have a crush on her, just go and talk to her” Betty adds.
“Who said I have a crush on her?” I fire back defensively “You did. Just there, stop being so difficult and go talk to the girl” i just frown and shake my head. Archie kicks my leg under the table and gestures towards her.
With a sigh i get up and approach Y/N’s booth, “uh hi mind if I sit?” I ask her she jumps and drops her camera on the table looking up to me with wide eyes. “I uh- yeah sure” I jump down onto the seat beside her and she shuffles round the booth a little. I examine her as she takes a sip from her milkshake and looks back at her camera. “If you don’t mind me asking why are you here?” she quizzes me with a confused look upon her face.
“well, I just noticed you were alone and thought I’d come keep you company, if you don’t mind that is” i replied matter of factly. “So Jughead Jones, perhaps the king of riding solo was concerned for another human beings loneliness” she giggled towards me.
I shook my head with a breathy laugh and look towards her camera.
Y/N POV -
I notice him looking towards my camera and I suddenly become protective, my hands tightening around it slightly. “can I see some of your pictures?” he asks looking genuinely interested, I hesitate before answer slightly pushing it towards him. “ Um they aren’t that great but yeah I guess” I press the play button on my camera and we scroll through the pictures. He gets closer to me as we scroll, his arm leaning behind me on the booth, I subconsciously lean in closer to him as he looks at a picture in more detail.
“Y/N these are incredible, when do you take these?” he inquires looking at the camera amazed, for all the time I’ve known him i’ve never seen him this, well exhilarated he always seems so glum. “Uh these ones are from the summer onwards, I just take pictures when I’m bored, I like capturing a moment and finding beauty in it, I like to think that in some alternate universe everytime I take a picture, time freezes just for a moment. It’s dumb but it’s nice to be optimistic” I let out a small giggle and a smile. He just looks at me in amazement. “That’s kinda beautiful, it’s eccentric, I like it.” he smiles
we scroll through a couple more photos when he discovers something. “hey when was this taken” Jughead says looking intently at the photo by the river, I click on the photo and the date comes up, July 4th. The day Jason went missing at the river I just so happened to be taking photos of. “whats wrong?” I ask looking concerned at the photo.
“Look there’s somebody there, on the other side of the river, behind that tree..” he points out zooming into the photo. “What, no. there can’t be” i breathe out in disbelief, I take the camera and zoom right into the area he was talking about, just there on the screen was a dark figure standing just behind a tree. “ I can’t believe I’ve never seen this before” i say shocked. Jughead’s arm comes down to my side as we examine the photo but it was too dark to see who it was.
“Is there anyway we can make this clearer? you may have caught Jason’s killer on camera” just the thought sent shivers down my spine, I stare blankly for a moment, Jughead’s hand coming in contact with my thigh in a soothing manner, he could tell I was freaked out.
“um I think if i can crop the picture on my laptop and edit it to lower the contrast and adjust the brightness we may be able to see a bit clearer” I say.
“Don’t worry about it right now, lets just forget about it for a while and chill yeah?” he says quietly, still sensing my nervousness towards the situation. “Do you wanna head back to the Drive-In with me?” he suggests a smile on his face.
“the drive-in?” i question “Yea, uh thats where I reside” he says with a beautiful smug look contorted on his face. I just smile and nod and we get up exiting the Diner.
We go to the drive in and Jughead takes me into the projection room where there was a bed set up and a bunch of posters. “wow you’ve got the perfect nihilistic teenage sad boy room, haven’t you” i giggle. “Hey!” He playfully punches my arm “I’m kidding, it’s actually quite perfect” i sigh sitting myself down on his bed. I take my phone out playing some music on a playlist and put it to the side. ‘Heroes’ by David Bowie comes on, Jughead looks at me in disbelief “you like good music too, damn” he says shaking his head, I just laugh and get up off the bed pulling him to dance with me, the silly flailing limbs just displayed the perfectness of the scene. We were two weird lonely kids joining together . Now we just need to discover who was in that photo.