i need to role play

cheeky boy ouma how do you sit like that

In an interview for Produce 101 Baekho mentioned that he wanted to be like Nayoung or Kyulkyung in I.O.I or Seventeen and just hearing that from someone who debuted earlier than them hurts me so much because it should be the other way around, right? Trainees and rookies should aspire to be like their senior groups, and the fact that Baekho felt like they were a failure group hurts me to no end.

I want to hope that Pledis did this to benefit Nu’est but I can’t imagine their situation right now. Nu’est, who debuted the same year as EXO, B.A.P, Vixx, are reduced to competing in a show with other trainees must feel like shit. Nu’est, who doesn’t have a huge following in Korea competing on Produce 101 as their “last chance” while also being called cheaters by other trainees since they have a fanbase to begin with must be so hard on them.

I don’t blame them for not ranking as high for the first episode. I can only imagine what it’s like trying to do your best performance when you feel like this is your last chance to achieve your dream…competing amongst rookies in a survival show. It must be embarrassing to them.

No matter what, I will always support Nu’est! (even tho international fans can’t vote T_T) and I will anticipate their success! I hope this time, their hardships will be repaid in tenfold~

the-pasta-pack  asked:

Hey, I've respected the work of Pack West Wolfdog Rescue for a while and am honestly a bit surprised to see that you're not going to be working with them directly anymore. Can you expand on the issues with the organization itself, which you referenced previously, that led you to this decision? Thanks!

I’m very hesitant to answer this question, but yeah, I can. I’ve been torn for a while about addressing this on the blog - I don’t want to undermine a growing organization, but I do think there are some things that, in the context of an organization I hadn’t personally worked with, I would feel that people should know. Since there are a couple of things that are serious enough that I’m no longer comfortable being involved with them until they’ve been addressed, I think they need to be talked about.

These issues were either not present or not readily apparent when I started working with them, but have occurred or become noticeable in the interim. It was not until recently that I put together the individual issues I was uncomfortable with into the larger picture that led me to choose to distance myself from them. I believe I’ve voiced my observations regarding all of these issues to Pack West either in person or by chat, so these are not unknown issues. 

My concerns are based on personal observation of how the facility functions during the two week-long periods I have spent at their facility and my personal online communications with them during the period between visits. My feelings on why these issues are problems stem from over a decade as a dog trainer, a degree in behavioral science, and six years of intense study of, and participation in, exotic animal management and welfare.The below is true to my knowledge as of January, 2017 - I would love to hear that things have since changed, and would happily reassess my opinion based on that. 

Pack West does not, to the best of my knowledge, have any liability waivers or training protocols for volunteers to complete before having access to the animals. This is very unusual for an exotic animal rescue allowing volunteers - a quick google makes it clear that most places require volunteers to sign liability forms and go through training processes to prove they understand the behavior of the animals and can interact with them appropriately. If Pack West is allowing people to have contact with animals who are potentially dangerous - and whose rabies vaccinations don’t protect them under federal law -  I’d want to see them really think through what a volunteer program would entail and how they’d protect both the volunteers and their animals. I’d also want to see how those considerations would alter their practice of having their ambassador animals interact with the public without a signed waiver or muzzles on the animals. Accidents happen, and I worry their current practice would end in tragedy someday in the future.

Pack West does not, to the best of my knowledge, have either a professional behaviorist or anyone with professional animal training and management experience on staff or on retainer. As far as I am aware of, there is not anyone with a professional background in canid or domestic dog behavior involved with the intake of new rescues or with assessing the dynamics between cohoused animals. This also means that, when I was there, there was no established training protocol for managing the wolfdogs living on site, nor were there proactive management plans created to prepare for potential emergency handling needs. I believe this played a significant role in resource guarding and cabin fever escalating to the point of a fight between Cabal and Ivar while I was on site in January - as far as I know, they are no longer housed together as a result of the fight. 

I am aware that for a new rescue professional oversight may be expensive and hard to access. I believe that, nevertheless, it should still be one of their highest priorities as it immediately impacts the welfare of their animals and the safety of their staff. To be truly comfortable engaging with them again, I would want to see the members of the facility gain personal academic or professional experience in animal behavior, management, and training if they can’t afford to hire an extant professional to consult regularly. From my first-hand experiences, this currently doesn’t seem to be a priority for them - I got the impression that hands-on experience with the specific animals was considered equally as relevant as any potential academic and professional background. I feel that rescues, as professional organizations, are obligated to go above and beyond that mythology.

Pack West does not, to the best of my knowledge, have any on-site housing for their rescue animals other than a single 750 square-foot (110 foot perimeter) outdoor enclosure. I did not observe the containment to be locked at any time during either of my visits, even when nobody was on the property, nor does it have secondary containment (which is vital when housing animals known for being escape artists) other than the surrounding yard, which has a low gate and a fence that was visibly compromised in multiple spots as of my last trip. To the best of my knowledge, this enclosure is the permanent home to two large adult male wolfdogs, and for the duration of my January visit additionally housed the resident GSD or another rescue wolfdog. As of that visit, the containment furniture was comprised of two dog houses, a tire, an above-ground pond, and an overhang - there was no indoor area for the animals to use to escape the weather, no waterproof substrate or manmade flooring that would give them an escape from moisture, and no alternate space in which the animals could get a break from each other if needed. The animals were allowed time in the larger yard on site when observed, but during my trip they still spent all of their nights and many daytime hours in the single containment. By contrast, the standards set by the Global Federation of Animal Sanctuaries (an organization considered on par with AZA for regulating rescue and sanctuary environments) for an appropriate enclosure type for multiple large canids require “a minimum of 5,000 sq. ft. (465 sq. m) for large canids housed as pairs or trios (…) and a minimum of two rooms or one indoor room and one shift yard per pair of compatible canids”.

Again, I understand that for a small rescue building more containment is expensive and hard to do. Pack West stated before they acquired Ivar (close to a year ago) that they were hoping to sell the property they are currently based on and relocate the rescue, and I think as such they have chosen to not build any new enclosures due to the resources that would be lost during the move. However, as rescue organizations take in unknown animals, I feel it’s crucial that they have multiple enclosures in which they can quarantine animals, do introductions, give residents breaks from each other, and allow incompatible animals to live separately. I don’t believe it’s responsible for a facility to not prioritize having the appropriate living quarters for the animals they take in at present, even if it means a loss of some resources down the line.

Pack West, to the best of my knowledge, has never had their facility inspected or been licensed by the USDA. I hope I’m wrong on this one, because USDA oversight is a federal requirement for any facility that exhibits animals to the public. While Pack West’s facility is not technically open to the public, they are not exempt from USDA regulation because they use their animals for photoshoots and music videos as well as promotional and fundraising campaigns for the organization. If this is true, it is a huge problem - it is the responsibility of a facility to apply for a license and be inspected before beginning to exhibit animals - and most importantly, it would mean that the facility has never been inspected to make sure that its setup is in accordance with the Animal Welfare Act. I understand that an organization that is trying move would probably prefer not to spend the money to get their current property in accordance with AWA regulations to only to sell it shortly after and start over, but federal animal welfare laws must be first priority. 

I could understand a new organization struggling with maybe one of these issues, but when considered as a whole they don’t represent an ethos of animal management that I’m currently comfortable supporting - especially considering what appears to me to be avoidance of USDA oversight. I do believe in the value of what the organization is hoping to become - as places that do accurate education and outreach about wolfdogs and wolfy-looking dogs are rare - but before I’m willing to publicly support them again, these issues really need to be addressed. 

I’m really scared to post this, because I know it may be interpreted as a betrayal of my previous friendly relationship with the facility, but it is the same due diligence I would give to any other facility when asked about why I would not personally support it. 

Without exaggeration, this map took me 15 hours to draw. I didn’t think it would take that long. But this isn’t the sort of thing I usually draw, so it took me longer than usual. If you look at it and enjoy it, it’s worthwhile though! It’s another item for my table top role-playing friends. I still need to do some character sheets. It will be nice to start a new project now!

I need straight men to stop playing all these iconic gay roles because you fall in love with these characters and you end up falling in love with the actors who portray them and I can’t be out here thirsting after straight men because I love myself and that’s not the tea

Someday– possibly someday soon– Sebastian Stan’s agent is going to call him with a script.

“What’s the role?” he’ll ask.

“Well,” Sebastian Stan’s agent will say, “he’s the closeted son of a politician, struggling with PTSD after his military service.”

“Uh-huh. What’s he named?”

“Theodore Roosevelt O'Toole, but–”

“I’ll take it.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to read the script first?”

“No. No need. This is the role I was born to play.

Aesthetic & Mechanics

Originally posted by xosavageexo

In this post, I’m defining aesthetic as the what of my practice and mechanics as the why and how

In other words: Aesthetic is what it looks like and Mechanics are why and how it works.

For a very long time, I was a witch and a pagan with a strong set of mechanics, but I was weak on aesthetic. I chose not to have a consistent aesthetic because it felt stifling to me. 

(It can go the other way too, for the record. I could just as easily have had a very strong aesthetic without much sense of mechanics. For example, if I’d been a green witch who knew what herbs to use for which purposes, knew how to combine them into certain formulas, but didn’t know why those herbs are effective or how they work once they’re deployed.)

The thing is, aesthetic and mechanics can and do inform one other.

I do have a very strong aesthetic now, and it evolved directly from the way I thought about myself as a witch and the way I thought about magic and the way it worked. 

For me, these things were representations of the way the universe was created and how I fit into it, so naturally, a space aesthetic started to develop. Water and the ocean followed suit, bringing their influence to my aesthetic based on the way they fit into the mechanics of my practice. Finish that with a layer of the underworld (or otherworld, if you prefer) and now everything is tied together.

They coalesced into an aesthetic I generally refer to as “Queen of the Void” which is, simply put, star maiden meets evil queen.

You can see the Queen of the Void aesthetic at play on my tumblr @glowingnowhere

Originally posted by rebelartssociety

It works the other way around as well. Aesthetic began to create practices and mechanics once they were put into play in my life.

My Queen of the Void aesthetic is actually slightly more complicated than star maiden and evil queen. I turned several aspects of my beliefs and practices into “characters” that allowed me to easily codify their aesthetic.

So when I say “Evil Queen” what I really mean is, this is magic, this is cursing, this fear, this is rage, these are wounds. 

When I say “Star Maiden” what I’m getting at is, this is hope, this is a piece of the whole, this is a seeker, this is a calling, these are wishes granted.

Of course I’m also saying the same thing each time.

“This is power. This is power. This is power.”

I knew that all these pieces I had made fit together, and I understood they were all just different facets of the same whole practice, the same whole worldview, simply broken down into the media that best expressed their individual function.

I didn’t realize how connected they were to each other and to me until I realized that I was playing out the same cycle in my own life that I had put into theirs. 

Originally posted by mrtykom

Each part of my aesthetic filled a slot on a wheel and then I realized, oh. I’m on that wheel. I’m in that cycle

I suppose my aesthetic actually created a kind of personal mythology for me, and that allowed me to see where I was in my life and what role I was playing, and where I needed to go.

Not only did this give me a deeper understanding of my own aesthetic, but relating to it in that way gave me the tools and the steps that I needed in order to begin healing myself.

In other words, my aesthetic directly led to the creation of new mechanics in my practice and my life.

This is power.

The Ramblings of an Introvert// Spencer Reid

Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

A/N: I am actually really, really excited to start this. It may not be the brightest thing to do considering I already have so much else going on but I couldn’t help myself. Creativity strikes when it wants to. And it’s also written a little…differently. I hope you enjoy,

Originally posted by matthewgrayistherightway


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Arba didn’t move her eyes a bit on the hourglass, she is certainly not intending to give them a single more second.
On a side note, I prefer this useless arba over the op witch of the previous arcs.

Kawaii Things
  • "That is soooo cuuuute!"
  • "Do you think the ruffles are too much?"
  • "I don't care what anyone else thinks."
  • "What are you wearing to the party?"
  • "Do you think the animal ears are too much?"
  • "A sweet shop! We need to stop."
  • "Ice cream?"
  • "The trees in the park are flowering. Let's go for a walk."
  • "I have a great desire for noodles."
  • "I have a wedding to go to this weekend."
  • "You look adorable."
  • "I need a drink in the color of something not found in nature."
  • "Let's go antiquing."
  • "Which shoes should I wear?"
  • "Do you think this is a little short?"
  • "We should light some candles and stay in."
  • "Why is it so hard to find a cute sweater?"
  • "Do you think that's enough balloons and streamers?"
  • "I don't know why you thought I would like that."
  • "Would you deny my destiny to find and collect all the cute things?"
  • "It looks more like a poo emoji than a puppy, but I made pancakes."
  • "I made tea."
  • "How about couples costumes?"
  • "I'm not into pastels."
  • "I need that backpack."
  • "Your pet is so cute!"
  • "That's not cute."
  • "I need to be wrapped in blankets."
Legion

A/N: If you get the reference in the title, I will love you forever! Hint: Charles, Xavier. -Admin Germane :3

Originally posted by fawnave

Word Count: 1482

You first saw him at a club a few days ago. You normally didn’t frequent these places, and were feeling out of place in your little black dress. You had only come to listen to the new band that was performing, but the booze was plentiful, and soon you were tipsy and starting to become bold in your actions. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him sit down next to you.

“What’s a pretty lady like you doing in a crappy place like this?” he asked you. His voice was smooth, his eyes dark, and his face was beautiful. Honestly, he was prettier than most people in the world, and it was a wonder why he was talking with you.

“I needed to…release some tension.” you said. You picked your words carefully, his lean but muscular body was eye candy for you and you had to bite your cherry stained lips from releasing a groan.

“Oh, is that so? Have you been able to release this tension?” he smirked, placing his hand on your left thigh. His thumb stroked the exposed skin carefully, thoroughly, before his hand squeezed softly. You licked your lips, subconsciously moving towards his touch as you shook your head. The man tsked, his eyes growing darker as his hand moved higher. He leaned down towards your ear, nipping the skin softly before speaking.

“Would you like me to help you feel good?” his voice grew husky and his lips were plush, hot, and wet against your skin.

“Please?” you moaned softly. The man led you out to the dance floor, molding himself to you as his hips moved sinfully against yours. You returned his passion, moving your hips and throwing your arms around his shoulders as your lips nibbled at his neck. You could feel the man growl in his throat and he leaned down to place a hot kiss on your lips. You melted in his arms, kissing him back with fervor. His lips were so soft, you didn’t want to stop kissing him. But the nagging voice in the back of your mind woke up and red sirens flashed in your mind.

“H-Hey,” you mumbled, pulling his hands off of your body. “I-I’m sorry, but I have a boyfriend.” you admitted softly.

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” the man smirked, leaning down to capture your lips again but you stepped away.

“I’m sorry. You’re really attractive and an amazing kisser, but-”

“Then stay.” he tempted, trying to get closer to you but you kept stepping back.

“I can’t. Sorry.” you rushed, making a run towards the door but he grabbed your wrist.

“Will I ever see you again? I didn’t even get your name.” he looked at you with pleading eyes and your heart skipped a beat.

“Don’t count on it. I’m sorry.” you ripped your hand away and left the club in a rush. You felt awful for betraying your boyfriend, but why did you feel even worse for leaving this mystery man behind?

~*~

You were out of milk. That was the only reason you went to the grocery store two days later. It was supposed to be a get in, get out mission, but the coupons and sales at the door tempted you. Before you knew it you were ripping out coupons and putting bargain priced foods in your shopping cart.

“Hmm, there’s a buy one get one free deal on pints of ice cream. Should I?” you muttered to yourself, looking down at the ad wearily. You had already picked up deals on discounted pasta, peanuts, and salad mixers. Also grabbing a deal on tomatoes and garlic for 69 cents a pound. You turned down the frozen isles subconsciously, staring at the ice cream in the case with a glare.

“You’re the devils food, you are.” you muttered, grabbing one chocolate and one cookies and cream. Your roommate was on her period, and she’d thank you later for picking up her favorite ice cream. That’s when you saw him.

He stood at the other end of the isle, looking at the frozen vegetables. He looked different from when you last saw him; he wore dad jeans and a pastel pull over sweater, and he had large, circular wire-rimmed glasses perched over his eyes. His hair was tousled and messy, but that somehow only made him look more attractive. His lips were just as you remembered; pink and plump. You were so shocked you dropped one of the ice creams, and it rolled and rolled, gently hitting his foot. He looked down, picking up the ice cream and searching for the owner when his eyes locked with yours. He moved towards you, a small smirk etched on his lips.

“I believe this is yours?” he asked, handing you the ice cream.

“You look different.” you spoke without thinking, and he chuckled at your outburst.

“I could say the same about you,” he eyed you carefully, staring at your low-cut shirt, gray sweatpants, and black converse.

“I didn’t expect staying here for long.” you admitted, running a hand through your messy hair.

“It’s alright, I’m a bargain hunter too. You look cute though.” he smiled and you stared at him in shock; whether out of the compliment or that you met someone that liked couponing as much as you did.

“Do you mind if I shop with you?” he asked, you bit your lip hesitantly.

“I guess.” you agreed, and the man’s face lit up.

“It’s Seokjin, by the way.” he held out his hand to you when he brought his own cart over to yours. You took it.

“Y/N.” you allowed a small smile to spread over your cheeks.

You forgot to buy the milk.

~*~

After the shopping incident you allowed Seokjin to become your friend, letting him over to your place more and more; mainly to have a fun cooking buddy. He was sweet, corny, but seductive at the same time. Multiple times you had to remind him of your taken status when his hands traveled too low during a hug or when his eyes lingered for too long. And multiple times you had to excuse yourself, trying to stop your racing heart.

You were at his place today, curled up on his couch as you watched a chick-flick with him. Your boyfriend didn’t like the sappy romance much, but Seokjin did, so he became your movie buddy. You both were watching “The Notebook” today.

“Don’t you think it’s so romantic Seokjin? He wrote to her, every single day.” you gushed. Seokjin chuckled, the arm he placed around your shoulders tugging you closer.

“Yeah, it is. But I’m a much better kisser than Ryan Gosling is.” he tsked, watching the kissing scene in the rain with dissatisfaction.

“Oh c'mon, that scene is iconic! You’re just jealous.” you protested.

“Am not! I can prove it though.” he smirked, leaning his head down closer to yours. You scooted away.

“I have a boyfriend, remember?” you reminded him and he groaned.

“Alright! Fine! I cave Y/N, you win! Now please, just kiss me. I haven’t kissed you in a week, your boyfriend is dying here.” Seokjin begged, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes in the world. You giggled and gave him what he wanted.

His lips attacked yours, savoring the feel and the taste that was purely you. You smiled at his eagerness and cupped his cheeks, giving him more stability to work with. His hands ran through your hair, pulling you closer in a frenzy of passion and pent up frustration. He made out with you for what seemed like forever, his tongue joining the party somewhere in the mix, before he finally let you go, both of your faces flushed and lips bruised.

“Jesus babe, I didn’t think you’d last that long.” you laughed as he brought you into his arms.

“What can I say, I’m pretty amazing, but your acting is getting better baby!” Seokjin encouraged, giving you a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you, but you owe me dinner now, and it better be beef. I think I deserve it for not touching my boyfriend for a week.” Seokjin scoffed.

“You?! What about my pain? I had to flirt but not touch to stay in character, that was torture when you looked so pretty.” he whined.

“You broke character first, and rules are rules.” you teased, and Seokjin pouted.

“Fine. But we’re not doing another role-play session for a while; I need to memorize your body again, it seems like it’s been forever since I last touched you.” he said, letting his hands wander down to cup and squeeze your ass.

“You’re so needy Seokjin.” you moaned softly, and he smirked.

“You’re one to talk babe. C'mon, I don’t think I can wait any longer before I lose my self-control.”

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic where Robin said, "Is that the best you can do?"

Here you go, anon! I haven’t edited it, so I apologize for any errors. 


“Is that the best you can do?”

Regina stared at the man tied up before her. The thief was taunting her. Her, the Evil Queen. He was completely at her mercy yet he seemed to show absolutely no fear.

And that intrigued her.

She stepped closer to him, running her nails down his bared chest. He hissed in response and she smiled. “Do you want more?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” She stood nose-to-nose with him, looking right into his very, very blue eyes.

He smirked. “Yes, milady.”

Regina reached out, twisting a nipple hard enough that he let out a cry. “Wrong answer, thief. Try again.”

“Yes,” he gasped, “Your Majesty.”

She let go of his nipple, smirking. “Very good.”

He panted, looking up at her. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Of course. And I get the feeling you are too.” She ran a glove down his cheek. “Makes me wonder. No sane man would enjoy such torture.”

“Yet no sane man would be able to resist you,” he replied.

She chuckled. “So you’re trying flattery?”

“I’m speaking the truth.”

“Are you?” she asked, leaning back with a smirk.

He nodded. “Even if I weren’t tied up, I would be at your mercy.”

“Okay, now you’re getting sentimental, Robin,” Regina said, frowning. “Do I need to explain the idea of role-playing to you again?”

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smol enchanted au:

after being casted away to the forest by her own mother, the evil queen (aka: swinton). judy had many hopes that her true love will find her and they will marry. prince jack is from another kingdom and hopes the same dream as judy. he spent years singing and trying to find the lost maiden until he eventually does. swinton grew angry and tricks the prince by pushing him off a well and into a place with no happily ever afters. jack is now stuck in reality (zootopia) as he tries to find his way back to princess judy. nick and his son finnick see him and try to help him out, while judy takes matters into her own hands and sets on her own quest to find prince jack.

in this one the roles are switched lmao, judy is a rly badass maiden and lgit rescued jack from that monster that tried to eat her. while jack is brave and heroic but cant hurt a single fly. and in this one finnick plays the role of nick’s son. i need more wildesavage disney aus plz.

By now, I think It’s pretty obvious that some misunderstandings / unfortunate event happened between Even and the Balloon Squad during his time at Bakka. I am still thinking about what exactly happen but it might have something to do with “prejudice”, since it seems to have been a big theme during this and the last season of SKAM.