i was just reading this magazine

deschanelzc  asked:

Have you seen the article of OK! Magazine called "'New Girl' Co-Stars Zooey Deschanel & Jake Johnson Secretly ‘Can’t Stand Each Other'" that was posted last week ?

My favorite thing about New Vegas, is that the different type of skill magazines, being in the aid section. Like yeah I know the courier is reading ‘em.

But I like to imagine the courier just straight up eating the magazine in full.

It makes me smile.

It’s been a year since and a half since I came to Korea and in that time I’ve met many amazing people. EXO’s Lay hyung is a representative of those people. He is a great dancer and singer, but other than thatLay hyung has his own charm that can not be explained through words. I also want to have my very own charm one day.
—  Winwin (NYLON KOREA, APRIL)

Otayuri Week Day 7: Fantasy
what is this lmao
oh well it took nearly 2 days making this. struggling with designing beka’s armor and yurio’s wings because it’s my first time drawing fantasy AU. I want to make Yurio’s wings look slim but not really have soft edges(???) so i made it a bit spiky and I changed the design like 3 times. and for otabek’s armor…. Idk how to armor btw. so I just make it simple and not really troublesome to draw. I also imagine him wearing and move with it so i make sure to make him comfortable. and WHAT IS SWORD *crying*

actually i was going to draw pirate otabek x merman yurio but i changed my mind. i’ll draw them later tho.

thank you everyone for the likes and comments and even messages I really appreciate it and really happy that you like my drawings. it’s really fun drawing this couple.


oh and yesterday I read tweets from twitter, someone translate Kubo-sensei’s interviews on Spoon Magazine and she said that Otabek is a God of Victory and Yurio is loved by that God. and you can hear me screaming in the distance.

I cant believe otayuri is the 2nd largest pair in YOI and I am really proud of it. like we ship them on the last 3 episodes, got many otayuri official arts and merchandises, and even Kubo-sensei said Otabek love Yuri on Spoon Magazine interview

the question is. when is season 2

anonymous asked:

Have you seen that Japanese magazine interview talking about what they like in a girl? They were asked whether they like darker skin or lighter skin and people are kind of offended by some of their answers. I just wanted to know your thoughts on that. Personally as a biracial girl I'm not THAT hurt but that's just me.

To be honest, I had to look this up since I don’t follow a lot of people on Twitter…But, I’m going to give you my opinion.

I want to start off with establishing that many Japanese magazines publish information about BTS that are just “guesses” or “observations” about BTS. They “research” BTS and then publish articles about BTS as if they had interviewed them. I don’t remember what magazine these translations were from, but it is most likely that this “interview” is not actually an “interview.” I’m stating this with confidence because this happened last September with a Japanese magazine called K-POP TOP IDOLS. They released a lot of iffy information formatted as if they had interviewed BTS, but it was not actually an interview and was just observations. You can read my notice about them here

I can only draw comparisons to trash magazines you see on the rack as you walk to the checkout in a supermarket in America. There are always bogus headlines or columns. If you know some American magazines, this might put things into perspective. Perhaps you could even compare this to “clickbait.” Considering BTS’ popularity, magazines are doing anything they can to be sold. If ARMYs see ‘BTS’ they are likely to buy it.

In my experience, it is best not to trust magazines that do not actually have an official photoshoot with BTS or state EXPLICITLY that they had interviewed BTS. To my knowledge, this magazine did not state anywhere that they had interviewed BTS nor did they have photos with BTS. 

I hope that this helped.
- Kylie

I don’t even know. I was taking a walk today and this idea popped into my head. I swear I’m still writing the bookstore AU, too. Also, *pops confetti*, I hit 2k followers today! Who ARE all you guys? Anyway, this fluff/ridiculousness is for you. ~1.6k words, rated G. Sterek, of course.

now also on AO3

The whole thing starts with Stiles really, really craving a meatball sub from the place across the street.

“God, someone shut him up,” Erica groans. They’re all kind of at their breaking point by now; they’ve been camped out in this meeting room all day, brainstorming. “He’s been talking about the same goddamn sandwich for seven and a half minutes now, and it’s making me hungry.”

“If only our ad campaign were about sandwiches, Stilinski would have it in the bag and we could all go home,” Isaac sighs.

From across the table, Derek rises abruptly to his feet and storms out. (Or maybe it’s just that Stiles always interprets everything Derek does as stormy. With those eyebrows, it’s hard not to.)

Stiles assumes he’s just gotten so fed up with them all that it’s either storm out or kill someone, and he’s just grateful Derek chose Door Number 1. It’s a good day not to get killed by Derek Hale.

Only, fifteen minutes later he comes back in. With a paper bag from the deli.

As soon as he gets within grabbing distance, Stiles practically collapses across the table in his haste to reach for it. “Oh my god, is that what I think it is?”

Derek holds it up over his head. “Who says this is for you? Maybe all your talk inspired me to go get a meatball sub of my own.”

“Oh, please. Like anyone with your abs eats meatball subs.” Stiles leaps to his feet on his swivel chair—because screw safety, Derek will catch him if he starts to topple over—and snatches the bag out of Derek’s grip. Derek doesn’t fight him for it very hard.

“Why don’t I get a meatball sub?” Erica whines, thumping her head down on her notebook. “Doesn’t anyone love me?”

Derek shrugs and takes his seat again. “You didn’t ask.”

“You just like Stilinski better,” she grumbles, and Derek just shrugs again.

Meanwhile, Stiles rips into the bag and takes a huge bite out of the gloriousness that is this sandwich. He can’t help throwing in a few theatrical moans just to taunt Erica, and she suitably rewards him with a glare of death across the table.

“Mmm,” Stiles says. “Derek, I love you so much, dude. Marry me.”

Instead of the grumpy eyebrows he expects, Derek meets his eye, leans back smugly in his chair, and says, “Okay.”

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“I never signed up to be an activist but it kind of came with the territory. And I’m not complaining because I wholeheartedly believe in everything I speak out on. My motivation really comes from the hundreds of people that contact me online and confide in me and tell me how just seeing my image or reading one of my interviews has helped them. I’ve realized that I am somehow now in the position to use my voice to speak for millions who will never get the chance to and I don’t take that lightly…Knowledge truly is power and enlightening the ignorant creates a ripple effect that I believe would be a great start to a better existence.” - Jillian Mercado for @posturemag

Photography by @thekateowen

Ace Keith Headcanons
  • He didn’t know it back then. He didn’t care about it. Ignored all his classmates who were passing around lewd magazines and just continued browsing why on earth pluto was no longer a planet. The injustice! 
  • When his classmates at the Garrison asked him if he ever had a girlfriend 
    “Never had one.” 
    “A boyfriend then?” 
    “Nope. None of that either.”
    “But why?”
    “I was not aware it was a requirement, Charles.”
    Others thought he was a snob and a bit snarky after that.
  • At night he just read books. Sometimes he drew things like spaceships and alien warships. He loved outer space and he was going to be an ace pilot and be the youngest pilot to go on a mission. His roommate gave up inviting him to parties to meet possible mates. “Have fun.” “You too.”
  • When he wanted to be alone, he snuck up to the rooftop just so he could trace the constellations and get more inspiration for his drawings. He liked the quiet and the natural light the moon gave him to see what he was drawing on his skethpad.
    “What are you doing in a place like this at this hour, cadet?”
    Keith looked up to see the one and only Garrison Golden Boy.
    “I could say the same for you, Sir.” He got back to drawing.
    Shiro sat beside him and just watched him draw in silence. 
  • It became a thing. Shiro finding Keith on the rooftop, reading or drawing. They usually didn’t even talk, until Shiro broke their usual silence.
    “How come you’re always up here? Why are you not with your friends? It’s not everyday you get to be in the city and have fun.”
    Keith shrugged. “Hmm. Not really my type of fun or thing.”
    “Huh. Interesting.”
  • They became friends after that. Their feet dangling on the rooftop as Shiro would tell Keith a joke or something that happened to him in class. Keith didn’t draw all the time, he’d have the sketchpad on his lap and just laugh and tell Shiro things too.
  • Their conversation led to talking about crushes one time, because that topic was always interesting.
    “Had my first crush back in elementary,” Shiro laughed. “A bit silly to be honest. Then she liked me back and we became a couple.”
    “Wow. That’s so… young.” Keith chuckled.
    “How about you? Who was your first crush?”
    Keith furrowed his eyebrows. “I’ve never had one.”
    “What?” Shiro asked, a bit scandalized at the revelation. “No way!”
    “I just haven’t seen anyone that way, I guess. If it happens, then it happens. But to be honest, I don’t think anyone will even like me since I’m not into that or see anyone like that.” Keith forced a fake cough. 
    Shiro was silent for a while and then he smiled. “Keith, do you know the word for that?”
    “The word for what?” Keith looked confused.
    “The word for what I think you are,” Shiro smiled fondly. “It’s asexual. Or ace for short. It’s basically someone who doesn’t experience sexual attraction.”
    Keith blinked. “Oh.” Then he smiled. “I like that. Ace. What a nice word.”
    “It is. You’re literally an Ace Pilot.” Shiro laughed.
    “Oh, shut up.” Keith nudged Shiro playfully, causing his skethpad to fall.
  • The next few months they were on the rooftop, Keith started the talk.
    “I think I have my first crush now.”
    “Oh really? Who is it?” Shiro raised an eyebrow, curious.
    “It’s basically someone you admire, right?”
    “Yeah.”
    Keith nodded. “Okay, I’m sure it’s a crush then.”
    “Keith! Who is it? Oh my god. Don’t kill me this way, man. I must know!”
    Keith laughed. “Oh, I’m pretty sure you’ll know one day, Shiro.”
    Shiro sat back, thinking that was probably enough of an answer. “Okay, so you have this crush on someone now. What do you want to do?”
    “I might want to hold his hand one day. If he’d let me.”
    Shiro smiled at his friend. “I hope you get to hold that boy’s hand, Keith.”
  • A few months later, Keith asked Shiro if he could hold his hand.

i want lena and kara ruining cadmus’ plans without even realizing

alana-the evil, subpar assistant, the not jess assistant thank you very much- delivers a small, tiny bomb through lena’s mail?

(not enough to kill. lena always manages to scrape by. her mother needs her.

sometimes lena wonders if this is the first time lillian has ever wanted her, only because she’s useful to her now.)

it explodes. right on time.

except lena’s not there.

“what do you mean she wasn’t there?”

“i don’t know, she just slipped out. . oh. she left a note for me.” 

“what is it?”

“ma’am, there’s . .hearts? on it? she wrote she was going to catco.”

“hearts? what does that even mean? is it some type of code?”

“i mean, she has been reading more magazines lately. i didn’t realize she liked it that much”

and it just keeps happening. they want to keep it quiet, minimal damages.

can’t send in a hitman while kara’s sprawled out on the couch. can’t when they walk out together late at night. every attempt at lena’s office fails because lena keeps disappearing off to catco. they try at lena’s apartment, the bombs rigged to go off when the door opens.

except, they never do. even though the lights are on and there’s laughter and music, and clearly lena got in somehow but didn’t? use the door?

“there’s another note.” a pause.” it’s from the reporter this time. ms.luthor, there’s hearts on this one too with dinner plans.”

“dammit, they are talking in codes.” 

it’s a week later when lillian gets another call, alana’s breath harsh and choppy. “ma’am . . it’s kombucha

“oh god”

What I Read This Week

(12/3/17)

I was pretty busy this week so I didn’t have time to read too much! I’m off for the next two weeks so expect a lot more!

Nerve Endings by Phyona, Explicit, 50k (WIP)
When Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg, they have to work through Yuuri’s anxiety and Victor’s secrets to find their balance. Love this fic so much!

Bottom’s Up by cryingoverspilledvodka, lucycamui, Teen, 4.3k
At the Grand Prix banquet, Victor’s been asked to sign an autograph for a very enthusiastic fan. Unfortunately, there’s a distinct lack of paper around. Fortunately, Yuuri has a suggestion. This is the best thing I have ever read, I’m still screaming HHAHHAHAHAHA

Look Only at Me by ThatDarnOtaku, Explicit, 3.3k
Yuuri overheard a conversation he shouldn’t and decides to take action. SPICY KATSUDON ALERT

how the mighty fall (in love) by braveten, Gen, 9.3k (WIP)
Every Victor Nikiforov fan has three things in common.
1. They have unrealistic expectations for romance.
2. They mark their calendars with the dates of his newest book releases and the premieres of his latest movie adaptations.
3. They either passionately hate or love his greatest rival, a mysterious author whose pseudonym is only two letters: “KY.” I’m… shook to the core I already love this fic more than myself???? READ IT

Kings in Couture by slightlied, Teen, 15k (WIP)
A devil wears prada au in which victor is the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, yuuri’s his new secretary, and instead of talking about his feelings, victor just sends him on a bunch of errands. I LOVE THIS FIC!!!!!!

The Boyfriend Experience by cryingoverspilledvodka, Explicit, 87k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri is an accomplished escort at 23, operating under the pseudonym Eros, in Detroit. When one of his favourite clients sets him up with none other than world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, the delicate balance between Yuuri’s personal and professional life teeters ever closer towards ruin. Y’ALL…. this fic is gold

Like a Fairytale by lucycamui, Teen, 42k (WIP)
In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri. PHICHIT IS A FAIRY GODMOTHER THIS FIC IS AMAZING

Hello, Young Lovers by senorbunnicula, Gen, 1.7k
Five times Yakov thought Victor and Yuuri were kind of adorable, and one time he actually said something. SO cute!

hood & glove by Fahye, hawberries, Teen, 12k
“I don’t mess with the fae,” Otabek says.
“I’m not asking you to mess with them,” JJ flat-out lies. This fic is amazing, the illustrations are STUNNING! 

the gps isn’t working (but we’re still on our way) by zerotransfat, Teen, 1.5k
After Yuuri’s last GPF, Victor and Yuuri take an impromptu road trip. It takes thirty hours, seven playthroughs of the Hamilton cast recording, and an entire bag of snacks, but Yuuri feels like it’s all worth it. Thumbs up!

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

Trouble in Canada // 2

a/n: You all have been so patient and I know I’m a bit late (4 months late soz about that). Every single one of you have been so amazing with the support of this, and it blows my mind every time I get a notification that TiC got another note. And when I posted earlier today that I was posting it, I absolutely loved the response I got in my inbox.  It made my heart incredibly happy and with each message that came in, not gonna lie, i teared up a bit. You all have been so lovely and good sports (especially when i posted that fake TiC2 WHAT A TIME). So from the bottom of my heart, thank you for all the support. I have met some of the most incredible people through TiC and I cherish every single one of you. I feel so emotional posting this, but you all finally deserve the second part to probably the most angsty piece I have ever written (and will ever write omg).  So, please enjoy the second and final installment to Trouble in Canada :)

THANK YA TO MY LOVELY @whitechocolateperfection for reading over this and giving me confidence :) you’re the best and i love you a whole lot 

Trouble in Canada (1)  |  Masterlist

Your name: submit What is this?

“We need to talk,”

        Those four words held a weight so heavy that you lost your grip on your tea.  Your mug dropped to the floor, shattering in pieces and tea spilling all over the hardwood floor.  You immediately went to pick up the broken pieces.  On your knees, you picked up the shards of glass as Shawn was stood in the same exact position; not moving a single bone in his body to help you.

        Collecting all the tiny shards in your hand you swiftly moved past Shawn to go throw the pieces out in the kitchen.  You opened the trash bin, and right as you were about to throw out the broken mug, Shawn’s voice interrupted your movements, “Is that the mug I got you?  The one from our first Valentine’s day together?”

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“We should probably have a PG show tonight. We didn’t do a show for charity just for Gerard to call them a bunch of motherfuckers.” -Brian Schechter, MCR’s manager

Blender, April 2005 by Dorian Lynskey, photography by Lego. (save images to see larger size for ease of reading)

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“I, too, was very affected by River Phoenix’s death. I read an incredible article about him in one of the magazines. I have it in my scrapbook. I saved it. I wrote a long poem about it, relating it to all the people I had known that had just gotten way beyond themselves on drugs, and not being able to get to them in time to save them. I circled parts of it, read parts of the article aloud to my mom, and to a couple of my friends. I called my brother. I thought, ‘If I could have met him, I could have saved him.’ I know that. And, I thought about it for days. He reminds me of someone I know really well”

- Stevie Nicks

I was at the Walmart in my po-dunk Tennessee town, and I just happened to stumble across this:

And I was like, hey, cool, cause ya know, Sherlock.  Then I flip it over and

this beautiful bastard.  So, yeah I spent US $13.99 and bought it (I would have spent $20 tbh)  But I didn’t crack it open until I got home and

March 8.  Hmmm, I thought.  Let me get my tin foil hat out.  

20/20= 40?  maybe I’m reaching…But then

Um 27?  These numbers seem unnecessary to these sentences or am I

seeing things things that aren’t there…  [pictured above: ACD posing for “spirit photography” in 1922]  

Then an article about ACD and his unlikely friendship with Houdini.  They met when Doyle read his book, then went and saw him perform in New York where he made an ELEPHANT disappear, and ESCAPED FROM CHAINS UNDERWATER.

*cough cough* Mark and Darren Brown *cough cough*

So anyway, I may just have a blue car and then am seeing blue cars everywhere, or this magazine (which the earliest date I can see where it hit the stands was feb 8, 2017).  New key? BONUS:

meta meta meta meta meta canon that ACD was King of All Meta.  This magazine has condensed so much SH fun facts (a whole  big piece about about ACD killing off SH) and it makes me happy to have more info I can obsess about.

I’ll tag some tjlc blogs that I fangirl over:

@tjlcisthenewsexy@the-7-percent-solution@teaandqueerbaiting@jenna221b

sex bomb

Harry works at lush and you’re a writer 

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a/n : I hope you guys really like this story. I worked really hard and this story means a lot to me. So if anything I would really like some feedback and what you guys think of it. Thank you

 Today wasn’t the best day of work, sitting at a desk all day and answering phone calls from very impatient rude people isn’t fun. When I drive out of the parking lot and onto the road my mind starts to check off the list of things I have to do when I get home. Cook dinner, feed the cat and do the laundry. Right before I get on the freeway I decide to stop by the little strip mall that is right across the street. I turn and pull in and park right in front of 7-Eleven, I decide to grab myself a treat just to maybe calm my nerves a bit for the rest of the day. I walk out and jog up to the front door, I yank the door open and stride right up to the freezer. I looked at all the types of ice cream bars they had, Snickers, Twix and Hershey. I decide to get a Snickers bar and pull it out of its case. I walk through the aisles searching for anything else that may grab my attention. I decide to not get much more and head up to the front counter to pay for everything. The cashier rings everything up and I hand him the money, he hands me my bag and say thank you. I reach for the door and walk out to the sidewalk, i start to walk to my car when I look to my left and notice a wonderful smell coming towards me. I decide to have a look and to see where it is coming from. When I start to walk and notice that it is coming from this one store that is called lush, never heard of it before. I walk in and decide to have a look around to see what they have.

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