i think this is art! award

he think he slick

compliment sentence starters.

’ you always know how to find that silver lining. ’
’ has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? ’
’ you have the whitest teeth! you’ve got a hollywood smile! ’
’ you have the most beautiful eyes i’ve seen before. ’
’ i love your hair so much, it’s so pretty. ’
’ you have the best laugh in the universe. ’
’ you always dress so fabulous! you’ve got so much style! ’
’ you’re the best at anything and everything you do. ’
’ you are the smartest person i know! ’
’ sometimes i wonder why you’re my friend. ’
’ you’re the best friend anyone could ever ask for. ’
’ you always seem to have a solution for any problem. ’
’ you are the most attractive person i’ve had as a friend. ’
’ anything looks good on you! you’re perfect! ’
’ you always make the days a little brighter for people. ’
’ you’re like, really loved and adored, despite what you think. ’
’ anyone would be lucky to have you as a girl/boyfriend. ’
’ you’re going to make the best parent one day. ’
’ one day, you’re going to make someone so happy. ’
’ ever since i met you, i’d been the happiest i’ve ever been. ’
’ you are the perfect role model. ’
’ you deserve an award or something, you’re that great. ’
’ you did so good on that art work the other day! ’
’ that speech was phenomenal, left me speechless. ’
’ you’ve got an amazing face and i just want to stare at it all. ’
’ i could stare at you all day and never get tired. ’
’ you are the better looking out of the two of us. ’
’ you’re the smarter one out of the two of us. ’
’ you always smell so good. what perfume is that? ’
’ i’ll only get a make over, if you’re the one who does it. ’
’ i’d trust you with my life any day. ’
’ you have the biggest heart out of everyone i’ve ever met. ’
’ you are just the sweetest person ever. ’
’ you are so creative! i could never be that original. ’
’ your ideas are so beautiful and original, i love them. ’
’ you really do make a fantastic meal, the best i’ve ever had. ’
’ this is so delicious, oh my god, you’re amazing. ’
’ you do not need make up to look beautiful, you were blessed. ’
’ why does everything you buy fit you so well? ugh. ’
’ you give me so much inspiration. ’
’ you inspire me so much, i’ve always looked up to you. ’

If you can’t think something nice… An anonymous fear submitted to Deep Dark Fears - thanks! The Deep Dark Fears book has been nominated for a 2016 Eisner Award, so if you are a comic artist (web, print, etc) or work in a related field, I’d really appreciate your vote! You can vote at http://eisnervote.com/ - thank you!

Spidey’s Got a Girlfriend?!

“I promise I’ll be there,” Peter spoke, and Tony over heard him on the phone. Tony leaned against the door frame to his office where Peter stood taking his phone call.

“Hey, I apologized for last time… I know… I can’t wait… I-I love you too. Bye” Peter hung up, a smile tugging at his lips. The boy looked absolutely love sick, it made Tony smile a little.

“Was that your girlfriend?” Tony asked as he walked in.

“Ah! Mr. Stark, how long were you right there?” Peter whirled around to look at Tony. Tony rose an eyebrow, his smile only growing.

“Not long. Tell me about the girl,” Tony sauntered into his office and sat behind his desk. Peter was absolutely red in the face and obviously looking for any way out of this conversation.

“What girl?” Peter played dumb.

“Come on, kid. You’ve got to be a better liar than that to fool me… unless it’s not a girl, which is fine. Tell me about them.”

Peter sighed and sat in one of the chairs on the other side of Tony’s desk. He was still obviously blushing, “She’s from my school, and we’ve been dating for a while.”

“How long?”

“Six months.”

“Jesus, I don’t think I had a relationship that lasted longer than six days when I was your age. How do you do it?” Tony say up, suddenly fascinated by the conversation. He thought maybe this was a two week thing, something casual, and the ‘I love you’ that was exchanged was premature and naïve. However after learning the time frame of the relationship he had to rethink that; maybe it was sincere.

“She’s really great,” Peter mumbled, still obviously embarrassed.

“Well where are you taking this great girl? And why haven’t I met her? Does your Aunt know about her?”

“Yeah Aunt May knows and we’re going to the art museum. She likes to make fun of the classics. And I guess you haven’t met her because I didn’t think you wanted to. ”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I dunno, you’re busy, I guess. And it’s just a normal thing, not a super hero thing.”

Tony suddenly felt kind of bad about that. He wanted to know these things, if only because he was nosey. At that moment, he decided the previous matters on which this meeting was called on was no longer important. He wanted to know all about Peter’s girlfriend, and this date they were supposed to be having. This was kind of big. First loves were important right? People married their high school sweet hearts all the time. Sure those marriages often ended in divorce but sometimes they don’t. Tony realized there was so much wisdom he needed to share with Peter. Were they being safe, taking the proper precautions so they didn’t ruin their future with a baby?!

“Okay, kid,” Tony inhaled sharply, trying to put his spiraling thoughts to rest, “Tell me all about this girl.”

Peter eventually had to leave to go on his date, but Tony just wasn’t satisfied with simply hearing about the girl. So he called in someone who understood the concept of trusting no one and treating everyone like they’re suspicious.

“Hey Natasha,” he spoke on the phone.

“What, Stark?”

“So Underoos has a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, her name is Y/N.”

“You already searched her up?”

“No Peter told me about her, the time you asked me to keep an eye on him while you were in Mumbai.”

“He just told you about her?!”

“He needed advice on what kind of flowers to get her. If it makes you feel better, I also did some background checks and things like that on her. She’s an average student, she’s a part of few little clubs, most notably she’s on the newspaper. She’s got some award winning articles too. I think she wants to be a journalist.”

“They’ve been together six months Natasha.”

“I know, tonight is there six month anniversary. They’re going to a couple of museums. They’re at the art museum right now.”

“… Are you trailing them?”

“Of course I am. This Y/N girl is great for him, I can’t let him screw it up.”

Tony was quiet for a beat, “I’ll meet you there.”

Tony and Natasha watched from far off  at the two teens. They held hands as they walked through the art museum. She pointed at a painting and said something that made Peter laugh. Tony put in an ear piece that allowed him to hear what the two was saying.

“I’m just saying, Daphne turned into a fucking tree,” Y/N laughed, “Ancient Greek mythology is fucked up.”

“She swears a lot,” Tony grumbled, he looked over to Natasha to see her smiling a little, “Natasha!” he chastised.

“What? It’s kind of funny.”

The couple kept walking. Y/N rested her head on Peter’s shoulder as they went to the next painting. It was of Sappho and her many lovers. Y/N read the description in front of the painting aloud.

“ Sappho and a close friend, huh?” she said sarcastically.

“Mmhm, just two gals being pals,” Peter agreed.

“Oh yeah, because I kiss my girl friends on the mouth all the time. No homo, dude.”

“Definitely not. Sappho was just a woman who was close friends with a lot of other women.”

“Yeah, nothing gay about that, dude. She totally wasn’t a lesbian.”

“Oh no definitely not.”

They were both starting to laugh, because the picture in front of them was so blatantly gay. Y/N continued on about how historians will go to any lengths to make things heterosexual. Natasha was trying to keep it together and not outright laugh at the things Y/N said. Tony was trying very hard not to instantly like Y/N, because he didn’t even know this girl, but he couldn’t help but to smile every time Peter laughed.  Peter was just a kid in love with her, and he so rarely embraced being a kid. He was trying to be more mature so he could be a better super hero, but these precious moments of youth were passing him by. He couldn’t help but to think Y/N was good for him. Y/N and Peter got to a particular sculpture in which she tried to mimic the pose the statue was in. It was admittedly a complete failure, but Peter tried to. He was no closer to matching the pose than she was.  They laughed at their mutual failure and continued on. They eventually left the art museum and got lunch together.

“She’s a good kid,” Natasha assured as they sat with their coffee al fresco across the street from the restaurant the two of you went in to.

“Well I didn’t think she’d be bad… just maybe not right for Peter. He’s a sweet kid, and people like to crush kindness when they find it.”

“This girl has been with him for six months, and do you know how many times Peter has cancelled plans with her to go save someone in need. She doesn’t even know he’s Spider-Man. She just trusts that whatever he’s doing is important… so if anyone is going to get hurt in all of this… it’s probably her.”

“How many times has he cancelled.”

“14,” Natasha over articulated then took a sip of her coffee.

“Jesus,” Tony sighed.

“Yep, and she’s still here.”

“He should tell her.”

“I think so too, but he’ll only take so much advice from me. But you know how much being a superhero can strain on a relationship, maybe he’d take the advice better from you.”

Tony turned his head and watched as Y/N pulled out a box from her purse. He listened in on their conversation.

“I know we both agreed not to get each other presents until our year anniversary, but I saw this and I thought of you,” Y/N spoke.

Peter went to speak, obviously about to chastise her for getting him a gift but she held up a hand to stop him.

“I didn’t spend a dime on it.”

Peter opened the box and a smile took over his face. It was a super old polaroid camera that 1977 would soon be calling for.

“You know now that I think about it… that’s probably worth a lot of money,” she spoke offhandedly, “But I don’t use it anymore, and I know you’ve been collecting cameras so…just promise me you won’t sell it.” she shrugged again. Tony could tell she was trying to seem casual about the gift, but she’d probably spent days trying to figure out what to get Peter.

“Of course I’m not going to sell it. How did you just have this?”

“It was a gift from my grandma,” she sighed, Peter motioned to give it back, “No, you keep it. I never use it, and my grandma would have wanted someone to use that camera, and love it the way you love the rest of your cameras.”

“… I will,” he gave her a soft smile. He put the camera’s strap around his neck. He then reached into his own pocket to get a small box.

“Looks like neither of us can follow directions,” Peter smiled ruefully as he slid the box to her.

“God dammit, Parker. I wanted to be the master gift giver this time,” she joked as she took the box. She undid the bow around it and opened the box. She looked up at him, confused by the content of the box, or rather surprised.

“Pete.”

“It’s a uh… a promise ring,” Peter was red again, “Not to get too intense or anything… it’s just that I know it bothers you that I cancel a lot… even though you don’t say anything about it. I just wanted to show you that I really do want to keep you forever.”

“Oh god that’s so sweet, I’m gonna throw up,” Natasha groaned.

“Jeez, who raised this kid.” Tony complained looking away from the scene he thought to be cringe worthy, because of course that was too much for a high school relationship. It was entirely too much.

“His aunt is a hopeless romantic.” Natasha explained.

“You’re gonna make me cry, Pete,” Y/N spoke and as she did she seemed to already be dabbing tears from her eyes.

“Oh wow, she’s into it,” Tony said surprised by the turn of events. Peter pulled his own ring on as Y/N put on hers. Y/N leaned over the table and kissed Peter. It wasn’t one of those long winded kisses that Rom-Coms glorify, it was sweet and simple.

“Ew this is too sweet. I think I’m getting diabetes just from watching it,” Tony complained but he didn’t look away. As Y/N sat back on her side of the booth, Peter put his camera up and snapped a picture of her.

“Pete,” she complained.

“I want to remember this moment forever,” He explained as he pulled the picture from the little slot and shook it absently.

“Yeah but I’ve still got tears in my eyes,” she laughed a little. Peter smiled as he looked down at the slowly forming picture.

“You look beautiful,” Peter assured turning the picture toward her.

“We’ve got another museum to go to, silly boy,” she reminded, “We can’t spend forever here.”

Tony came back to himself at her words. He and Natasha should go. They should allow Peter the youthful innocence of his first love without prying eyes.

~Mod Lillian

anonymous asked:

I've seen you say a couple times that you don't see or that you're disabled. Do you mind talking about it? I ask because I am an aspiring writer and it is really hard for me. I wanted to know how you managed or what it was like?

I don’t mind talking about it. It’s something that made me who I am.

When I was about 12, my health sort of started to eat itself. I suddenly had a ton of allergies, and there were days I couldn’t get out of bed. I got sick all the time. In freshman year of high school, I suddenly couldn’t see. For a long time a thing had been going on in my eyes, but I guess I didn’t think it was abnormal until it made it impossible for me to see. Basically this hole was kind of growing in my eyes, but it was more like a rainbow.

When I started having trouble with colors and detail vision, my mom freaked out a bit, because at the time, I was an award winning artist who had ideas of going to college for art. Then I started tripping over things, hitting my head, having trouble with depth perception. Then I got sick, and I mean sick.

I spent about 23 hours a day in bed. I had almost constant migraines. I had pain in my entire body. My skin turned yellow. I went to every kind of doctor you can think of and was tested for everything there is. One day, I had about 12 vials of blood drawn. No one knew what was wrong. The eyes weren’t that big a deal at first, because it seemed like I might have something really serious. The first couple of eye doctors I went to kind of looked at me and said “Oh it’s nothing big.” I actually had one guy tell me that my brain was just shutting off my eyes because I wasn’t using them properly. Yeah.

Then finally, my mom took me to a friend of our family who happened to be an eye surgeon. She did a free exam. I’ll never forget it because it was the first time anyone believed me. I’d been told by doctor after doctor that there was nothing wrong with me. I’d been referred to therapists, told I needed depression meds, told I was just going through a phase or needed attention. Then this doctor put on her head gear, looked into my eyes…took off the head gear…got new head gear…looked into my eyes…took off the headgear…got hand held tools…looked into my eyes…and then stared at me with her mouth hanging open.

“I can’t see the back of your eye,” she said. And suddenly the world simultaneously healed itself and flipped upside-fucking-down for me.

Then it was all about my eyes, the one symptom we could see happening. The one that was the most dangerous. But by then it was too late.

What happened is pretty simple: I apparently have some weird recessive DNA. It triggers certain bizarre immune issues at puberty. My immune system decided to attack my body. The eyes are a delicately balanced system. They show symptoms first. My immune system attacked them with a vengeance. They swelled up like balloons. Normal eye pressure is about 14-17. Mine was at a 22 at its best. It put a tremendous amount of pressure on my Retina, specifically my macula, cutting off blood flow like when you sit on your foot. You know those little shadowy things that float across your eyes? They’re called protein floaters. My eyes had produced so many of those that the doctor could not see through them. It was a fog.

They had to find a way to map my eye, to track the damage. Cue the eye exam from hell. I have always been, even before my autoimmune disorder, deathly allergic to melon. Any kind of melon. But now I was allergic to all sorts of shit, fruits vegetables, all kinds of crap. My dad is allergic to contrast dyes. So when the retinologist suggested this dye-based eye exam that is kind of like a CAT scan, my mom said “no”. See, they inject you with this dye and then they flash this weird light in your eyes. It causes the dye to glow, and then they can see the things through the fog. My mom told them I was too sensitive to stuff for that to be safe. The doc assured her they’d put a butterfly in my arm, meaning the vein would be kept open, and a syringe of benedryl was set on the counter. They’d never had anyone react, and they needed the pictures or there was nowhere to go from there.

So they put this dye into me, and it was like I’d been injected with fire, but there was no way around it, and to me, I knew they only had about 90 seconds to get the images they needed. So I sucked it up. finally the burning began to spread. Suddenly my back felt like I was being stabbed, and I suddenly couldn’t speak. I tapped my hands on my mom, then began sneezing spontaneously. My mom lifted my shirt, and I had quarter-sized hives. The nurse said “Stop sneezing on the camera”. Yeah.

My mom went ballistic. The doctor flew up the stairs and gave me the emergency meds. I slid into a dissociation state and nearly out of my chair. They had to prop me against the camera for the next couple minutes and reinject the dye. No other way, you see.

They did this test every few months for a few years.

But then there was treatment. Not much they could do, except try to get the swelling under control. Only way to do that was corticosteroid injections in the eye. Yup. A needle in the eye. No, they don’t knock you out. They numb the surface of the eye with the same numbing drops they give you for the exams and then they come at you with a needle, tell you to look down and to hold still. And you fucking do.

I was 15 when that started.

I went to experimental clinics, labs, and joined studies. I dropped out of those. Why? It’s pretty simple. The first day I came to the exams, I was kept waiting for over two hours. I was taken into a room. I was left there. No information, no talking. Suddenly a man came in followed by a group of people, all in lab coats. He started moving me around like I was a doll and talking like, “The patient presents with…the patient this, the patient that…”

I shoved him back and said, “The patient’s name is Kristina, and she is 16.”

He finished his exam, and when he left, after the students had gone, he took two Q-tips, dipped them in that pink shit your dentist uses to swab your gums before an injection, and SHOVED them under my eyelids with a cocky smirk.

The patient will never be an snotty little bitch again, I guess.

So yeah. Fuck those guys. They gave me two injections in one day, which no one had ever done before, because it was almost impossible to function with two pimple-like bubbles on your eyeballs.

Still my health was bad. Then all of a sudden, when my mom had given up, It just wasn’t anymore. Suddenly, I was fine, and all that was left were the eyes. I went back to school, except now I was blind.

In a few months, I’d lost about 80% of my perfect vision. I was photophobic. I got horrible and constant headaches. I walked with a cane. And not a single fucking teacher believed me, except my civics teacher, who had gone blind at a young age due to some other weird eye disorder, and my physics teacher who was deaf. I had teachers send me to the office for wearing my sunglasses (with a note on file). I had teachers get on my case about having an audio recorder and CD player for my books. I had teachers call me names, make fun of me, make me leave class to photocopy their notes larger, so that I missed the lecture the notes were on. I had teachers take my medications which had to be in my possession because of their time-sensitive nature and constant administration and hide them in their desks as punishment for asking questions or demanding help. I had classmates pick on me, but luckily, I was well-liked, and I was an officer in the ROTC. I even excelled there in spite of my vision, because my Captain believed in my leadership skills.

I always tell this story because I think it is funny. We had this special boot camp we got to go to if we were in the upper ranks of the ROTC. If you joined the military after high school (which I could never do) you got a higher paygrade for having gone through it. Almost like taking a couple JC classes in the military. It was grueling and all physical fitness, obstacle courses, PT, classes, guard duty…fucking blah. Our unit was allowed six participants. I sort of figured that it wasn’t really fair for me to go, even with my high rank (a company XO). To my complete fucking shock, my Captain recommended me to go, cutting out a classmate (and ex) of mine who was higher in rank. The boy went ape-shit. He went on and on about how unfair it was. He even went to the school board. My Captain made his reasons clear; he told them that the academy isn’t about military sponsorship. It’s about skills and quality. He didn’t care if I had a disability. In his eyes I had more innate ability than anyone there because I had worked so hard just to be where I was. The boy was angry. I told my Captain I appreciated the gesture, but honestly, we ought to make it fair. I told him that we should train to meet the PT standards, and that if this kid could make his, but i couldn’t make mine, he should go. I made mine. He didn’t. He complained about that too. At the last minute, we were told one extra person could come because another school had lost one. So he came anyway. The whole time he bitched about me being there. When I got there, the real military officers gave me shit like you wouldn’t believe, because they weren’t used to dealing with disabilities or recognizing that they can’t discriminate against high schoolers by law. The commander of the unit tried to dress me down in front of everybody for wearing sunglasses. I was pretty pleased with myself for telling him off but still sounding respectful. He kept saying “Take off my glasses”. I told him they weren’t his. They were mine, by law, and that if he had a problem with that, he could consult my attorney, the DOJ, and the doctor who prescribed them. He tried to fuck with me. I didn’t say anything except to ask him if he wanted me to have a migraine, because that’s what taking the glasses off means. He was so confused by me he walked away and called my Captain over. There were words. After that, he came up to me once or twice, almost like a test, to ask me if I needed him to slow down or if I was getting around alright. He wasn’t being nice. He was egging me in a condescending tone and with very bullying language. He’s a drill instructor, and you know what, that’s his job. I told him I was fine. But I made a decision: I wasn’t just going to make the female PT marks. I was going to test out of this fucking place at the male PT marks. And I fucking did. That boy…had an asthma attack on the track (I had asthma too, but I worked my ass off while he coasted on his “boyness”) and failed. At the certificate ceremony, the commander came up to me and said I had really impressed him, and that it was a shame I couldn’t enter the Navy. I thanked him, but what I wanted to say was, “Go fuck yourself and take the NAVY with you”. I ended up the Battalion XO Senior year. This would have given me a guaranteed spot in Westpoint if I could have taken it. My Captain cried when he told me he was sorry he had to give it to one of our Company XO’s. I told him that it was best for everyone, because I am not the type of person to enjoy taking orders. I had learned that about myself.

He laughed.

Around Junior year I got people to pay attention. My doctors got the DOJ and the Social Security people involved. A woman came to my school and enforced compliance in a tone of voice I’d never heard anyone but my mother use. She threatened to rain brimstone down on them if they didn’t give me what I needed, and things changed.

My parents wanted me to take a full scholarship to a local school, but I wanted to get away. So I did. I wanted to travel abroad, so i did. And when I was 19, they perfected one of the surgeries they had been working on the entire time I’d been struggling with this.

See, the injections had brought and kept the swelling down, but that meant that the fog was still there (since ocular fluid doesn’t replace), and the structures in the eye had been stretched all to shit, and were laying in my eye like melted plastic wrap. The old surgery was like a blind man hacking with a machete, but the new surgery used fluorescent dyes to track movement. Dyes that wouldn’t kill me. The old surgery had a 50-50 shot at complete loss of vision and made you lay on your face for three weeks. The new was fool proof and took 45 minutes. So, I got one eye done. They swapped out all the fluid and replaced it with saline. They peeled the distorted membrane off the macula. They stitched up my eyeball and gave me a sick metal eye patch. Looked like a fucking space pirate. It was rad.

But the blind spot is still there. The cataracts caused by the steroids are still there. The scars are there.

A few years later I had the other one done too.

My college was great. It took a lot of work getting all my reading done, about 500 pages minimum, per week, done via audio. I used to spend hours at the pool table in our residence hall, listening to my books and practicing. I got pret damn good too, at pool. It was difficult taking notes or working with a note taker. It was scary traveling by myself. It was hard to get people to understand there wasn’t anything WRONG with me. Just that my eyes don’t work even though it seems like I’m normal and fine, and like they should. People always think to be legally blind you have to be completely blind, and they think you’re not going to be able to defend yourself. I’ve been targeted by pickpockets. I’ve been followed by scary dudes. I’ve been treated like shit, laughed at, and accused by full grown adults of faking to get privileges, all because I can look at the place where their head should be and smile at the blank spot there. All because I can walk down a flight of stairs with a few neat tricks I know that have nothing to do with a cane.

But shit…you probably didn’t mean to ask for my life story. I’m going to get back to the point. My writing. What has it done for that? Like how can you be a writer if you can’t fucking see? Technology. It’s been amazing. I can use a computer same as anyone. The Kindle has been a fucking revolution for me because for the first time in a decade and a half I could read without pain and suffering. Just…all the things it does have made life so much easier than it used to be. It got me out of bad relationships with people who used my disability as a control. It gave me a little bit of confidence back. It helped me know I could handle myself.

And really, I think my vision loss had a lot to do with my writing. In some ways it gives me different perspective, sure, but it’s more than that. I was undeclared when I entered college. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I thought about history or sociology. My mom had a degree in that and she was an English teacher. I wanted art history, but what the fuck was the point in that? Couldn’t see a damn thing. And then I had a class in poetry, and shit…That made sense. I’d always loved language and writing. Always been okay at it. Dorte stuff but never thought about doing it for a living. But then it was like yeah…yeah I’m gonna fucking do that. Just like when I decided to meet the male PT standards.

If it is in you. If you love it. If it defines you and possesses you, it does not matter how fucked up you are. You will find a way. You don’t have a choice. You are that thing. And you’ll adapt. You just have to let yourself. You have to keep pushing. You have to learn how to handle frustration. you have to train yourself into stamina. You just keep going. I’m nowhere near as successful as I want to be. I’m still going. I hope I get even better. I hope I can say things that make truth more obvious, or that help people put words to things they have always wanted to say.

I don’t need my eyes to be a fucking firestorm. That’s just me. Eyes don’t mean shit.

So keep going. Keep doing whatever you need to. Do it better and better. Bend yourself around it. People who see you struggle will think they’re lucky, but you and I know the truth: they’re not even close to the kind of strong you are. Not even a little bit.

Who is Suho?

♡ Kim Junmyeon 

♡ Our “guardian angel”

♡ Leader-nim

♡ Is a single-mom with 8 children

♡ Is still suffering from the pain Kris has caused when he left his love

♡ D A D  J O K E S

♡ His jokes have the power to make you cringe until you cry

♡ but we,exols will laugh anyway

♡ Xiumin who is also the oldest laughs at suho’s jokes regardless

♡ Once a wise man said “Your jokes aren’t funny so stop”

♡ That wise man was kyungsoo

♡ Chen also doesn’t find him funny

♡ He didn’t think twice before he roasted Suho on Happy Together

♡ “Stop it’s not funny”

♡ S A V A G E

♡ S for Savage

♡ “You should stop screaming”—>about lay’s monodrama

♡ I ain’t joking this boy can roast anyone

♡ “Here,poison,eat and die”

♡ “I didn’t watch her movie either”

♡ “It’s my broadcast so I’ll do whatever I want”

♡ Bbh:I got twice more handsome than the last time you saw me

   Suho:0x2 is still 0.

♡ “Why were you born?

♡ Iconic line from his drama—>”I’ll sue you later”

♡ Sehun is his little baby

♡ They have a special connection between each other

♡ Our little maknae also learned how to roast from the master

♡ “I have a real older brother tho”

♡ Waited for almost 4 hours to scare kai

♡ Failed

♡ $uh0e

♡ He rich

♡ He’s the type of person who will shove his credit card to your face

♡ And he’ll be like “I’m rich so tell me what you want”

♡ He’s got some*looks around* nicccee abs

I’m pretty sure they’re made of steel

Originally posted by baozitao

♡ He’s actually a soft bunny

♡ Loved by everyone

♡ Slept during the day in Dream Concert and staff covered him with a blanket

♡ Loving towards his members

♡ I bet he makes all those lame jokes just to make them happy

♡ As much as he gives,he also receives

♡ Takes care of all and remembers important dates

♡ Celebrated Sehun’s birthday without a bottom but its ok

♡ Lovely towards anyone

♡ Loves taehyung

♡ Loves bts

♡ Since he’s the leader,he has a really good relationship with any other group member

♡ Talks to girl group members

♡ Russian Roulette

♡ Loves,loves,loves it

♡ Won’t stop dancing to the song with a poker face on

♡ They actually had to stop him so they wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of Red Velvet

Too late

Originally posted by suhomysuho

♡ After that, he went in front of red velvet and started dancing to russian roulette

Words can’t explain the cringe

♡ Looks good

♡ In photo shoots

♡ While sleeping

♡ While breathing

♡ The royalty concept was created for him

♡ He was meant to be the king

♡ I love it when he explains why is lay absent.Is it just me? ok

♡ Bless his voice

♡ It’s already blessed tho

♡ “Curtain”

♡ No more words needed

♡ Appreciates art

♡ Is art

♡ He starts the speech during award ceremonies

♡ Can seem strong and powerful as a leader-he already is’-

♡ But sometimes,he can’t hold back just like any of the members

♡ Looked really strong and talked calmly during the award ceremony but after,the staff found him crying

♡ He loves exols

♡ so much

♡ We also love him

♡ He was the one who cheered up the members and told everything is going to be ok when krishantao left

♡ I think he’s the strongest member’

♡ Loves to travel

♡ Travels a lot

♡ His dance isn’t appreciated enough

♡ His looks aren’t appreciated enough

♡ IS THE BIGGEST MEME ONLINE

Originally posted by death-by-jongin

♡ Can speak 3-4 languages

♡ Even though he isn’t fluent

♡ Kai is a hoe for him

♡ Kai loves to talk to him while they can feel each other’s breath

♡ He is a soft bunny who wants to love everyone and spread love

Originally posted by yixingsosweet

TONYS 2017

LETS ALL AGREE THAT EVERY SHOW NOMINATED, (AND EVEN SOME SHOWS THAT WEREN’T) ARE BEAUTIFUL IN THEIR OWN WAY!!!! I have seen so much hate aimed toward specific musicals/plays recently on tumblr and it is breaking my heart! Broadway is about appreciating each divine work of art! A huge controversy right now is DEH being nominated for best show! I know many people want other shows to win, but I think we should all acknowledge the beauty that each show has encased, before deliberately rioting against the nomination/winning of another.
Thank you, and goodnight!!!

re:quest [tension] - chapter 4

I don’t even know how it took me this long to do chapter 4 (please don’t ask). Unfortunately the last chapter will definitely take a while since I’ll be starting school soon, but I’ll definitely finish it at some point.

For those who haven’t read “tension”, the short story about the CCG art festival, you can read chapter 1 here. Enjoy!

(Thank you @tokyo-ghoul-out-of-context for proofreading.)


“Huh?” Koori-senpai, what are you doing?”

When Hairu had showed up to work at the S1 squad’s task room, she had found Ui cutting up photographs with a pair of scissors. “Do you have a grudge against those people in the photos or something?”

“Of course not.” Ui said, glaring at his hand. Hairu shrugged and sat down in her seat to escape from his line of sight.

When Ui finished cutting up the photo he had been holding, he began to clean up. Hairu rose from her chair and looked at him again. “Are you making a scrapbook then?” 

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looking at tumblr has been really overwhelming tonight. i am very happy with the majority of the Tony results. i am so proud of Dear Evan Hansen, the musical that has truly had such an impact on my life in a difficult time and the people in it that are such sources of positivity in my life. when i saw it, i was blown away and i have loved it infinitely ever since. it has taught me everyone is human, we all feel the need to belong and we are valid for it. it has shed light onto mental illness, something that i, and so many others, relate to and have struggled with, and we see ourselves in these characters. i don’t think you guys fucking understand that the entire theatre was sobbing during the performance. kids, senior citizens, teenagers, dads… everyone was so connected over this beautiful piece of theatre. everyone jumped to their feet after to give a standing ovation, the amount of love and emotion in that room was more than i’ve seen at every other show i’ve been to. 

this season was tough. there were many great shows that deserved awards. i am definitely a great comet fan, and i wish it had gotten more awards, including best orchestrations. remember though, that these are just the Tonys. they don’t dictate the popularity or success of a show. there were so many shows that deserved so many awards that it was impossible for all of them to win every single one. like many people, i do find it annoying and frustrating that one show tends to sweep the Tonys, but that’s something we don’t have control over, and that’s not something that you should blame on the musical itself. 

brushing aside dear evan hansen in a way that is offensive to the show, the actors, production team, and its fans is not okay. dear evan hansen was successful tonight, and it deserves it - imagine the happiness of the whole production team and actors and their families and friends right now. imagine if that were you, and there were hundreds of people online openly bashing your show and saying it didn’t deserve the award(s) that it got. before anyone know what this show was, i was overcome with emotion for it and knew that it was something extremely special. every single actor and member of the production team of dear evan hansen is so devoted to this show, and they have made it a truly amazing show that has impacted so many, whether you are impacted by it or not is irrelevant, the fact of the matter is that by bashing deh, you are invalidating so many’s peoples love for a musical that may run deeper than you know.

hating on dear evan hansen because of all of its tony wins is immature and rude. dear evan hansen didn’t choose to win these awards, it merely has a wonderful team that put together this piece of art that got the attention of the public eye. even if you don’t connect with deh the way many do, that doesn’t mean mean that it is a bad show, or that it is underserving of all of these awards. obviously, it was deserving, or else they wouldn’t have WON THEM. now, there are many shows that could have easily beaten deh for certain categories and i agree that, for example, comet should have won best orchestrations. but this is not a valid reason to bash dear evan hansen, just because you think a certain show should have won over it. it’s not the fault of dear evan hansen that great comet got robbed.

i hope that in the future, the tonys don’t take away recognition from so many great shows, but please remember that they’re just the TONYS, and they shouldn’t impact the way that you view shows. i am personally in debt to dear evan hansen for the strength and comfort it has provided me, not to mention its beautiful music and breathtaking performances that mean so much to me and so many others. let people enjoy the shows that they enjoy, and don’t spread hate just because your show didn’t win awards you think it should have. again, winning Tony awards does not mean a show is overrated or bland. it got them for a reason. 

anonymous asked:

hey do you know any good kdramas about friendship?

OMG I’m so sorry for not answering this sooner! I’m currently going through my inbox, so please be patient with me.

Hmmm, good kdramas about friendship… I actually have quite a few to recommend! Just to note, this list is not in any order of ranking… just writing as I’m going and thinking of dramas. Hopefully you find drama(s) to your liking!!

1. A Gentleman’s Dignity

If you haven’t seen this drama… then YOU SHOULD!!! If you’re looking for a drama that focuses more on the friends than the romantic relationships, then this drama is the one for you! It’s about a group of guys and their hardships, relationships, challenges, etc. I thought I wouldn’t really enjoy this drama since it was different from the typical kdrama, but I was totally wrong!! At first, I only watched it for Jonghyun from CNBLUE, but then I ended up loving the drama for what it represented and showcased. This drama is very heartwarming and one of the most memorable friendships I’ve ever watched in a kdrama.

Originally posted by thespunkycity

2. Reply 1997 or Answer Me 1997 (The Reply series in general)

Oh man…. I love this drama SOOO MUCH! UGH, so much of my childhood in one drama lol… I don’t want to ruin it for those who haven’t seen it, so all I’ll say is that this is a classic drama about friends growing up together. You get to know each of the characters and how they struggle with growing up, relationships, personal identity, etc. The friendship aspect is just as important as the romantic aspect in Reply 1997. There’s also a very nostalgic and realistic feeling to this drama that will make you feel like you’re growing up with the characters too. I also recommend to watch the other dramas in the Reply series too (1994 and 1988).

Originally posted by doramasamor

3. Shut Up Flower Boy Band

Tbh, I thought this drama was going to be the typical cliche and sickeningly romantic teenage drama… but I was totally wrong, lol. This drama was actually quite deep, despite the funny drama title, that is about a group of boys in a rock band. Likewise, this drama is similar to Reply 1997, in which it’s a coming of age drama that focuses on friendship, relationships, growing up, dreams/passions, and music. I particularly recommend this for those who like Flower Boy Ramyun Shop and Flower Boys Next Door.

Originally posted by umutlardualaraemanet

4. Coffee Prince

How can I not mention Coffee Prince? Lol. Well, even though the main focus of the drama is more of the romance, the friendship quality in this drama shouldn’t be overlooked either. Tbh, the friendship aspect is really important in this drama because it introduces the love aspect. I’m not just recommending this drama because of Gong Yoo, but honestly, Coffee Prince should be watched by EVERYONE. This drama tackled such important topics and ideas that are important in our society today. Yeah, it has the cliche setting of the super rich kid and normal girl, but this drama dives deeper into the main characters’ relationship and how it came to be… how to form friendships and understand each other — also… most importantly… Gong Yoo.

Originally posted by gimme-a-chocolate

5. Dear My Friends

Okay…. so I learned of this drama because it got the “Best Drama” at the Baeksang Arts Awards…. and I was SUPER stingy because I really wanted Goblin to win, lmao. (I still kinda think Goblin should’ve won but that’s another story ahahahaha) Anyways, I HAD to watch this drama to figure out why it won, and omg… it’s such a good heartwarming drama that gives you all the feels. It’s about younger and older people coming together and how they face their challenges, becoming friends, understanding each other, and overcoming their obstacles together. This drama touched on a lot of important topics such as age, abuse, illness, family, and — obviously — friendship. I really liked the realism of this drama, which I believe was the selling point as to why this drama won the “Best Drama” award. The story is very well thought out and propels you to keep watching the next episode. I think this drama was worthy of the award it won and I can kinda understand why it beat Goblin… So give this drama a try :D

Originally posted by jkdramaniac

6. Chicago Typewriter 

Do I need to say anything when I have clearly expressed my love for this drama in my review?? Lol… all I can say is that this drama is the definition of friendship, love, and loyalty. I freaking balled my eyes out, not because of the romance, but because of the friendship!!! PLEASE WATCH THIS DRAMA OMG. This drama is about a writer who experiences a “slump” while writing his book, but two important people come into his life and help him write it… while also a bit of reincarnation and time traveling to the 1930s during the Japanese occupation in Korea. If you’re interested, please read my review on this drama to see whether it’s your cup of tea… but be warned of spoilers… 

Originally posted by letsflytoasiarenata

Special Mentions: (Dramas I’ve watched but not going to give a brief description)

  • The Time that I Loved You, 7000 Days
  • Beethoven Virus (Yo… watch this if you love Classical Music *.*)
  • Man of Equator
  • Cheese in a Trap (Watch it if you love Kim Go Eun!!!) 
  • You’re Beautiful (Honestly watched it for Yonghwa and Hong-gi)
  • She Was Pretty 

Blind Recommendations: (Haven’t watched the drama but other people have recommended it to me lol)

  • Operation Proposal
  • Heirs (Maybe I’ll watch it someday for Minhyuk…) 
  • School 2013 
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I stumbled across these gorgeous miniature ‘sculptures of ancient Greek and Roman ruins, that retain all the aforementioned characteristics, despite being so much smaller in size.The British artist Micheal Simmonds, first prize winner of the Verona International Sculptor Symposium award in 1999 and possessing an education both in history of art and architectural stone carving, uses marble and stone to bring these perfect, tiny ruins to life, giving them a detailed, elaborate form, that seems however somehow to be growing naturally out of the raw material’. They reminded me a lot of my project and has got me thinking in terms of the scale of the objects i have been studying.

Nine Things I Try to Do When I Feel Creatively Drained
  1. I declare a vacation. Usually about a week long. I don’t look at any of my work during that week.
  2. I get out my paper journal and pen and I write in it every day. I just brain-dump, all my complaints and worries and selfish egotistical thoughts. I’m writing to purge myself of the crap that has built up.
  3. And then I read. I read every day. I read in my genre for one story, and then outside of my genre for one story. I’ve been catching up on “great” modern novels this year, but I’ve also been reading historical fiction, mystery, romance, and YA. I catch book recommendations from Stephen King, who hasn’t steered me wrong yet.
  4. I write about what I’ve read. Just free-form stuff about what I like, don’t like, what it sparks in me. It’s all private so I can write whatever I really think; no one is going to look at it anyway
  5. I go out of my way to enjoy art. A gallery or museum visit, getting lost in the met’s website, I listen to genres of music I don’t usually listen to every day but still enjoy. I look for award winning or classic film, but if what I want to watch is Captain America, well then okay.
  6. I read nonfiction. I should read more nonfiction, but honestly I have to be interested or need it for future projects. I read biographies rarely, but I will read about a period of history or something on a subject that fascinates me.
  7. I listen to podcasts. There are literally thousands of them. google “podcast (subject) and you’re likely to find something.
  8. If I get an idea while i’m refilling, i will scribble it down in a bunny folder, but I won’t immediately leap on it to make a story. I need seven ideas for a story, so acting too quickly won’t help…
  9. …But if I get mugged by an idea, then I follow it. getting an idea is one thing. you can scribble it down and forget about it. but sometimes a story comes in and it’s like…I don’t know. an entity. it’s got a setting I can see and characters who were born like Athena and things are happening that I need to write down. There’s no room in my brain for anything else, and I’m compelled to record what I see. 
Late night (or should I say, early morning) thought

Bim Trimmer is probably the type of person to praise the hell out of a kid’s artwork in his announcer voice. Like, a kid that’s super unsure of their art who’s really nervous about sharing it with anyone, so Bim gives them a lil boost? Hear me out on this.

Bim: Aaaaand welcome back to the “Best Art In The Entire World Show!” Today, we’ll be observing the artwork of THIS fine contestant. C'mon, give the crowd a wave! What to we have here, ladies and gentlemen? Such rarity, such style! Absolutely splendid usage of color, and what a display of raw emotion! So captivating! So innovative! Dare I say it… I think we have a winner! Yes, the results are pouring in now, the crowd is going crazy! C'mon folks, let’s give a BIG round of applause for today’s winner of the “Best Artwork In The Entire World” Award! *then gives the kid a small trophy from thin air bc magic*

i dont think ill have the spoons this month to make a post for him, but for black history month: 

andrew foster was the first black person to graduate from gallaudet college (now university) and he was accepted with a full scholarship, and graduated with a bachelors in arts, then later earned 2 masters at 2 different colleges. 

he founded the christian mission for the deaf and went on to create over 40 deaf schools in africa, where when he first arrived to do so in 1957 there were only 12, spread throughout the entire continent. 

he has received many awards and recognitions, including an honorary doctorate, and a grant program in his name for black deaf gallaudet students. gallaudet called him “the father of deaf education in africa” and the national black deaf association presented gallaudet with a statue of him, which was the first time a black deaf person was ever honored

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Request number two! A couple boys with ice and fire breath tried to blow bubbles, ha ha ha what dorks. Sorry it took so long; I had to think of something cute (my twin actually had the idea for this) and I got carried away. X3 A few of you guys didn’t stick to the rules I set, but I guess it was my fault for making you hurry to be the first to request. I didn’t expect replies so fast lol

So I updated my Scenario tab on my page. Most of these I wrote from the end of December til now....

I will get through the rest at a later time so for now enjoy!


INFINITE:

It’s my job as your big brother (Myungsoo+Infinite)

The 2nd law (Hoya)

No rush right? (Sunggyu)

EXO:

Sometimes we grow apart (Kai)

Meet My Baby (Lay)

Something sweet (D.O)

SEVENTEEN:

Don’t Stress (Hoshi)

Bump (Woozi)

Naesarang (Seungkwan)

Cramps (The8)

Jealous (Mingyu)

Half of you and half of me (Fallen Angel! Jeonghan)

The forever child (Vampire!Hoshi)

Precious Secrets (Jeonghan)

Footwork (Wonwoo)

The Bright Red Dinosaur (Dino)

In Charge (S.Coups AU)

To Hold My Heart (Dino AU)

Ask Her to dance (Woozi AU)

My Brother’s Prefect Best Friend (Joshua AU)

No one is safe (Vernon)

Jealousy is a nice thing on you (DK)

Bonus Award (Seungkwan)

Thank the lords the walls talk (S.Coups AU)

HVC aka Vernon (Vernon)

I told you she was real (Seungkwan)

Is it weird that my boyfriend howls (Mingyu AU)

Una tazza piena di amore (Wonwoo AU)

A true work of art (The8 AU)

Don’t worry I’m a professional…..fanboy (DK AU)

The honeymoon phase (Woozi AU)

Goofball (Dino)

B1A4:

It’s not forever (CNU)

My sweet girl (Sandeul)

Just like old times (Sandeul)

GOT7:

Jealousy brings truth (Mark)

100 to 0 and back to 100 real quick (Mark)

My sweet yeobo (Jaebum)

I don’t think I’ll be good enough (Jaebum)

When you wear my clothes (Jackson)

Cheater Cheater (Jr)

Bet (Jaebum)

Props (BamBam)

Rude (Mark)

Make a move (Mark)

Panic Mode (Jackson)

Here’s to the past (Mark)

It’s more cute this way (JB AU)

When you can’t sleep at night (Jackson AU)

You know it’s love when… (BamBam)

BIG BANG:

Big brother knows too well (G-Dragon)

OTP (T.O.P)

Long List (GD)

To those who just like the cover (GD)

For 1000 years (T.O.P)

“My only love sprung from my only hate” (GD)

Hey none of that now (T.O.P)

Jealous Boy (Seungri)

A lifetime together (GD)

Letters for years (Daesung AU)

Fandom chosen, Idol approved (GD AU)

SHINEE:

Baby Steps (Taemin)

It’s A Dirty Job, So I’ll Call Mommy (Taemin)

Fluff With Interruptions (Taemin)

To My Baby Girl (Key)

Stitches (Taemin)

Daddy mode (Key)

ERIC NAM:

You’re cute when you’re mad

Explore

It’s Official

BTS:

Double Trouble(J-Hope)

Little Feet (V)

Suga Daddy (Suga)

The Help (J-Hope)

The Sweetest Klutz in the land (V AU)

Child of Apollo (V AU)

The one place I didn’t look (V AU)

Perfection (Jin)

Favorite student (Jin AU)

My puppy boy (V AU)

Tastes of heaven (Suga AU)

Sorry I’m a bad boy (Suga)

Sweet Sight (Jungkook)

IKON:

A Bobby In Training (Bobby)

Bobby Daddy (Bobby)

BOYFRIEND:

Not a Big Deal (Youngmin)

TOPP DOGG:

No Pain no Gain (P-Goon)

UP10TION:

Jealousy is a dark green (Xiao)

00:00 (Xiao)

BTOB:

I don’t care how old he is (Hyunsik)

JAY PARK:

Risky when frisky

BLOCK B:

Screw Norm (Taeil)

Her (P.O)

I swear you were here yesterday (Taeil)

It was cute at first (Taeil)

The only brother who’s cool with you dating his sister (P.O)

Softie (Zico AU)

SUPER JUNIOR:

Words on paper (Donghae AU)

Ahh young love…hopefully not too young (Heechul)

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Tfw you’re watching a video and you see Jungkook looking vaguely in Jimin’s direction and you think ‘haha, I bet he’s looking at Jimin’ but you can’t prove it because he’s not in the shot and then you watch another video and he’s staring directly at him and you just think, ‘oh’

Their Art

G.D. 

Warning: None. 

Summary: The boys come home after the teen choice awards, and they try to put on a brave face, Grayson can’t take it.

You stared at the screen of the tv in their living room. You had been sitting in their apartment, watching the Teen Choice Awards, enjoying what you could of it, and as they prepared to announce Choice Youtuber you listened with intent, your hands clasped to your chest in a prayer as you squeezed your eyes shut, your heart hammering against your rib age, your stomach fluttering…

“Your choice YouTuber is…. Jake Paul!”

“Wait… what?”

You whispered, the words falling past your lips in a slow tumble, your heart dropping and your jaw following as you stared at the screen, watching a pompous jerk accept their award. Your brows furrowed in anger, and you watched the rest of the show with grit and a sliver of hope, only for it to contain numerous injustices toward your boys. you shut the off the tv at its end after seeing a large white paragraph of voter’s rights that were misplaced. The anger you felt was one of sadness, however, you knew, this was more than a little daunting for Ethan and Grayson.


You sat patiently waiting for them to come home. You took to social media, feeling a swell of pride as a fan, that there were those who supported the boys no matter what, showing their love and making their voice heard. 

“Yeah, I know but it’s whatever…”

A familiar voice caught your attention and you immediately rose to your feet, setting your laptop onto the coffee table and greeting them with a large smile and open arms. It was hard to keep your composure, you could see their defeat, and you could see the sadness in their eyes. It replaced the beaming enigmatic looks they had left the apartment with. You felt dejected. 

“Congratulations on your win, you guys. I’m so proud of you both!”

You offered, hugging Ethan. 

“Thank you.”

He gave his thanks. You turned to Grayson who gave you a quick hug, placing a chaste kiss to your lips and ducked his head, already making his way to his room. 

“Thanks, I’m gonna go to bed.”

He muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. You nodded, and watched him leave, his shoulders hunched and his head down. You turned to Ethan, who sat on the couch, looking as if he were in deep thought. You frowned, the sight of such bright lights in many lives were looking so dim, all because a group of producers thought it was okay to hurt them, to take away something they worked for.


You follow Grayson, turning toward his room, and as you give a couple light raps to the door, you push it open and look for him, your eyes catching his figure in the barely illuminated room. He’s hunched over, his shoulders shaking just slightly as he tries to muffle his own quiet tears. 

“Grayson? Baby?”

You whisper into the darkness. He doesn’t turn to you right away and as you round the corner to see him, his eyes are wet and his cheeks are red. He sees you and the tears fall faster. You look at him in question, immediately going to his side, wrapping your arms around his large frame holding him close as he cries harder, and harder, until he’s shaking and you’re holding him as tight, and still as possible, trying yourself not to submit to your own disposition. 

“I’m so sorry…”

He whispers through nearly silent sobs. You pull away just the smallest space to look him in the eye, wiping his tears and holding his face in your hands. You look at him, giving him a reassuring nod, gently leaning your forehead to his as you close your eyes. 

“For what? Grayson, babe, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

You whisper. Grayson shakes his head and he says nothing. You kiss his tear soaked lips, then his cheeks, and even as he’s crying, you kiss his eyes and his forehead. You hold him once more. 

“Our fans deserved that win.”

He says through deep breaths, clenching his jaw and breathing through his nose, trying to ease his own anger and sadness. You only listen and as he stares at you with a sullen look, his lip quivering at his words.

“An award doesn’t need to be the staple of your fans. You have your fandom. You don’t need an award show, you guys have your fans, and you guys have me. Grayson, you have me. I hate to see you like this.”

You say sincerely and you wrap him in your arms once more, kissing the top of his head repeatedly as he lay in your arms, letting himself be vulnerable. He cries in your arms, where he feels most safe, and as you gently lull him to sleep, as you care for him and hold him, you tell him what matters the most. 

“It’s in the heart.”


As Grayson falls asleep, you fix him in his bed, his eyes puffy, and his chest giving uneven breaths as he relinquishes himself to his own dreams. You get up from the bed, removing his shoes, kissing his head, and tucking him in, before venturing outside of the room. You go into the living room, and when you don’t see Ethan, you go to his room. Like Grayson, he’s fallen asleep on his bed, still fully dressed in their day’s outfit. You remove his shoes as well and put the comforter on his body. 

“I’m sorry, you guys. You both deserve so much more…”

You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest as you gaze at Ethan, who has become like a brother to you, and has been a dear and kind friend. You shake your head, a smile making its way to your lips as you think about the boys who lay asleep and have brought so many smiles and given so many laughs. No award and no other person will ever be able to contradict their work. Their art is in the smiles of the people who support them, and the people who care for them. Their award is the happiness they bring to many, and with that, they’ve won the world.


I saw this from @wonderfuldolans based on a post about comforting the twins, lets be real, with all of the stuff that happened tonight, we all wish to give them what they deserve but they’ve got us, which i can say is worth more than an award. Love you all, this fandom is literally the best and i hope I did the storyline justice.

~Kai xx