i will never be what you want

guys I missed having canon victuuri feels and I am still rewatching the anime (probably will do until we get second season) and I just noticed something from the ending song

I am sorry if this has been done before but LOOK AT THIS

so we all know the ending song is instagram posts (and idk why I never thought about pausing to see what they have written under the pictures until now) 

so we have this one first and under it victor wrote this

Nakasu in Japan, where is that?

oh look it’s all the way in fukuoka! an hour drive away!

did he drive there alone? he couldn’t have gotten all the way there only to drink alone, take the train?

and trust me you wouldn’t want to take a train to another city alone when you have a Japanese friend to save you the trouble of getting lost 

so yeah why not take yuuri on date, that he doesn’t know is a date, yet 

(notice he is wearing the same shirt from the previous post) it’s already morning

oh time- 

flies so fast

when does time fly so fast? when you enjoy it and don’t want it to end

let’s take a look at how they look at each other again

and I can’t work out what yuuri is holding but I’d like to think its a stuffed poodle they won at an arcade or something

Wayne Brady on Playing Aaron Burr in ‘Hamilton’ and Hollywood: “I Feel His Struggle” (Q&A) (The Hollywood Reporter):

[…] “It’s such an amazing opportunity — on TV, you don’t get to relive the same creative piece night after night, and then make your tweaks and try new things,” Brady tells The Hollywood Reporter. “That’s what I love most about theater: It’s never going to be perfect, but you keep trying over and over again, just like real life.”

Ahead of his last performance on April 9, Brady spoke with THR about dealing with his own Burr-like struggles, performing for his teenage daughter and potentially reprising the coveted role in the future.

What do you admire about your character, Aaron Burr?

I feel his struggle, in terms of being someone who wants to make his mark in this world and go about it in a certain way but is in a profession where perception is everything. Just because your outward persona says one thing, it doesn’t mean that’s who you are, but you get judged on that. And I felt I could feel his pain/glory in the sense of he was great at his job, but he was overshadowed by [Alexander] Hamilton because he wasn’t as flashy as Hamilton.I’m not a very flashy person — I don’t like to talk a lot, I don’t like to go to parties. Even when I started, I was told that the networking is a vital part of this business, and I know that it is. But I come from a school of showbiz where I get onstage and do what I do, and you should leave going, “Holy shit, that was awesome, Wayne’s great!” as opposed to wanting to read about me in a tabloid or waning me to be on a reality show or end up on TMZ because I punched somebody, which seems to be the way to be on people’s lists and get work and be relevant despite how talented you are. I feel I’ve accomplished my job if you leave the show empathizing with Burr.


What’s your pre-show ritual?

I rev up by playing Call of Duty: Zombies. Once I’m at the theater, I have to sing through the music in the first act. It’s self-defense. There are a lot of words and if you miss one word, the whole train goes off the track and everyone is gonna blame the conductor.

What are you doing when you’re not onstage?

I’m either reading my lines in my dressing room or talking to castmates. Ari Afsar, who plays Eliza, and I try to sing along to other characters’ songs, especially [“Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down)”] but we still fail. But by the time I leave, we have to get that entire Hercules Mulligan section right.

Who has been your favorite backstage guest so far?

I was stoked to have my buddy Taye Diggs see it. And I’m so nervous that Christopher Jackson, who originated the role of George Washington, and his wife Veronica are coming [in a few days].But my favorite, favorite guest is my daughter. She loves this show like every other teenager in the country, and when she came backstage, she lost all of her 14-year-old swagger and was just my little girl and jumped on me. We were both crying when I sang “Dear Theodosia.” […]

anonymous asked:

So you finally sold out?

I will never understand why people like to use the term “sold out” when it comes to doing what you love. This isn’t me “selling out” it’s me accepting the fact that I want to do more than just curate other people’s content. 

I posted original stuff before and I have seen them take off. But the problem is consistency and being marketable. The consistency problem can be solved, but the marketability requires people to actually WANT to share.

It all goes back to the name being “problematic”. No one wants to interview a viral content manager when there are blogs calling me “The Stormfront for Colored people” or “a blog lead by a Black Woman that hates White people” (there’s so much wrong with that statement that I’m just going to not even bother with correcting it.). Now, if you’re someone who’s been with this blog from the beginning, you know the blog’s former name is a thought-provoking statement, not a racist one. But nowadays, everyone is like “can you say this another way?” I had actual interviews where I gotta keep fixing what I have to say so it doesn’t become a firestorm (and yet somehow, it always managed to be one.)

It comes down to… what do I want to be known as? W3NK started with the intentions of being an experiment, but now there’s so much confusion, that it gets KINDA annoying that I have to fight these fires all the flipping time. And I have to fight more and more fires instead of focusing on what I want to do.

It is NOT an easy decision for me to make. But if this means I get to produced more meaningful content, then I rather do that.

If that means you see me as a sell-out, then I’m sorry to disappoint. But if I can get more people to get behind me, it would be more helpful than them hosing me down. Cause I’m honestly tired of fighting for air.

anonymous asked:

90% of the larries I know would accept it's not true if Louis adressed it Daniel-Radcliffe-Style but he doesn't which only leads to the conclusion that either Larry is PR or it IS in fact real (or both)

I’m sorry I got very distracted by your statistic. The only thing I could think of for hours was 

I was like, 90% huh?

But then just now I realised I have no idea what you meant by Daniel Radcliffe-Style and then I thought of Daniel Boring/Rad-cliffe for awhile.

Then I googled, “Daniel Radcliffe addresses rumour” and sure enough there it was. In 2010 Dan the Man told MTV, “If people want to say that, they can. I’m not. I’m straight.” in regards to rumours that he is gay. Which is a very appropriate response. Probably second best to Johnny Galecki’s response to gay rumors which he said he’d never addressed because 

The fact that all of Louis’ declarations about his sexuality have not only been on Twitter but aggressively hostile is extremely strange given that it seems to be in stark contrast to the things he does and says out of his face. 

Also especially curious that around the time “I am in fact straight” happened was when he was coincidentally wearing a lot of shirts that would suggest the opposite. 

And I think when he wore this

just after Apple’s CEO Tim Cook came out, it would honestly be insulting to suggest that he didn’t realise what he was doing or that he wasn’t trying to communicate through his clothes. 

This was basically him during that time: 

Considering that immediately prior to Louis’ tweet Liam had told Louis that he would like the article suggesting that his shirt was in support of Tim Cook

it was looking nearly impossible not to infer that Louis was at the very least showing support for the LGBT+ community. This was also five days after

and to spawn a second media frenzy not only about another member of One Direction hinting that they aren’t straight, but for it to be both Louis and Harry was probably always going to have consequences unless this was part of a seeding campaign that would lead to them coming out. That’s genuinely what it looked like immediately prior to that tweet. I was like, “Holy shit. This is actually happening,” and then it was like PSYCH! 

I don’t know what happened. I don’t know anything in regards to the behind the scenes details of any of this, but given the aggressively heterosexual image of Louis that’s been shoved in our faces ever since I can only guess that the shirts and “not that important” were not planned by Sony or Syco’s marketing team.

All forms of soft outing abruptly stopped and coincidentally that is about when we started seeing a lot more of this guy

Which went from cute stuffed animal to holy shit what the actual hell in 0-60

(Photograph is of Larry Grayson, a closeted English comedian.)

Not to mention that Louis can be seen in the reflection of the bear’s glasses in of one of the photos from the official twitter of the bear.

My point is, your made-up statistic aside, I think you are correct in your assessment that Larry is real, but I do not believe that it is used for PR seeing as they could have very simply done that by just having Louis and Harry do an interview together, which they haven’t done since the 14th of February 2012. 

unfortunatelackofaliens  asked:

insecure/clingy victor makes my life 500% better because it makes him so much more realistic and knowing his character, he'd be the clingiest, most worried about losing the other. like, yuuri gets to the point where he's like "okay this is happening this is f i n e. posters? what posters? he's my husband not my celebrity crush" but they've been married for years and victor's like "I LOVE YOU NEVER LEAVE I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU PLEASE I N E E D I DONT DESERVE YOUR LOVE BUT NEVER LEAVE"

Awwww dang you’re right :/ The beautiful thing about their relationship is that they brought out the best in each other without even necessarily realizing what was happening. But if Victor were to slow down and think about that I think he’d realize just how much Yuuri changed his life and how much he wants/needs to stay with him.

I could picture him spilling all of this to Yuuri one night in bed and Yuuri understanding completely because he can relate Victor’s depression to his own anxiety. Then Yuuri is careful to never threaten to leave him/to never take a domestic fight too far and to reassure him that he’ll stay with him forever. But this still does make Victor clingy in a healthy way and Yuuri is happy to cling right back to him <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

I hardly remember the girl in the before picture, but I don’t want to forget her. I don’t want to forget what it was like to feel like a prisoner in my own body. The pain, the powerlessness to change. Change is slow and getting started is hard, but it’s possible when broken down into tiny manageable habits. If you’ve never struggled with obesity, it’s easy to think you just need to muster up a little discipline and put down the fork, but you’re wrong. It’s so much more complex than that. There’s a reason why 95% of those who lose regain it and it’s not because they’re lazy. We probably judge ourselves more than you because we’ve all been taught that it’s our fault. I’m working really hard to have compassion for myself – then and now –and for those who share the burden of obesity. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. But it doesn’t make us bad or lazy or stupid, it makes us sick. and I’m sick of a culture that believes otherwise and marginalizes people who are trying and failing despite their other achievements. Sorry to go off on a tangent, but this disconnect in understanding and compassion pains me. I am strong willed and determined and pursue my dreams with vigor, but when it comes to this, if I let my guard down, I’ll be back there in an instant. Seriously, eff obesity, but more than that, eff anyone who doesn’t have compassion for those of us who are up against it. Excuse my language, it’s the only word that feels appropriate this morning. Keep fighting the good fight babes and never give up. Happy Humpday 🐫

IG : excessmatters

first of all, I want you all to know that the time that I have had here has been great. I am glad that I have been able to help people accept themselves, I’m glad to have helped people start other blogs, and start drawing again. I’m glad that I have  inspired so many people. I never thought that I would be able to do that, ever in my life, and I want you all to know that that means a lot to me.  I appreciate every comment, ever reblog, every piece of fanart, fan fiction, video, and everything that has ever been on this blog!

These things above are why i’ve put off what I am about to say, as I know it is going to hurt a lot of feelings, destroy a lot of friendships and in general a lot to swallow.  but

i give up.

There I finally said it. I GIVE UP. i can’t keep on. I can’t do this anymore. I wanted to see it through to the end, but I can’t. I pushed myself to hard, and the thought of coming back to it, makes me feel ill, because I know I would be doing it half assed. You all deserve someone so much better than me. Someone that can devote the love, attention, and everything to these characters that I can’t any more. It’s selfish and manipulative of me to keep you all waiting like I am going to come back, when in all likely hood, I’ll never be able to do anything rather than a shitty little doodle here or there. You all deserve someone who can stick with things, who can do this the justice it deserves… I am not that person. I have not been that person for awhile now…. 

i’m not right in the head, and i’m getting help, but between that, work and everything else I have no time. When I do have time, I can’t do anything because I lay in the bed feeling how worthless I am. The Opal that started this blog, not knowing how far it would go and how it would impact her, is not the same Opal that is sitting here writing this with tears running down her face.

I’m letting @that-one-tea-anon have control of all the characters on this blog for story purposes. Their art is great and their story telling is a million times what mine would ever be, so, I know they will take great care of them. I suggest if you want to keep up with G and them, going ahead and following them. 

I’ll leave this place up, but i’ll probably turn of asks and notifications in a few days just to keep my mind off of it. IT’s already hurting my inside to quit, just cuz I know how many people I am going to hurt, but I think it is in the best intrest of me and my mental health. 

i’m sorry I couldn’t give you all a proper end. I understand if you cut all contact with me after this. i’m sorry I can’t stick with anything. I never expected to even make it this far, but I think making it this far…and made it hurt even worse.

If you want to catch me anywhere else you can follow me @interstellarimaginations where I draw shitty OC’s and do commissions, or you can follow my main @pupperoni-pizza, where i reblog meems and vent alot about stuff. 

if you don’t, That’s OK too.

again. i’m sorry it had to come to this. I’m sorry.


  • Cora: You two make a cute couple.
  • Ryder: Right here, guys.
  • Vetra: You hung out with a lot of asari. You never...
  • Cora: I never. Their friendship was enough.
  • Vetra: The heart wants what it wants, huh?
  • Cora: The heart, the mind... The other things.
  • Vetra: Asari though. [Whistles]
  • Ryder: Right. Here. Guys.
  • Vetra: Sorry, babe. You're the best. I love you. Who needs a blue tentacle head?
The Younger Marner Part 2 - Auston Matthews Imagine

I’m already requesting a part 2 to the Marners little sister imagine!! I know you just posted it but it’s so good and I really wanna part 2!

This took wayyyy longer than expected… Whoops? Anyway, I’m making this an actual fic apparently ??? I kinda want to so tell me what you think and yes requests are closed, but not for this okay cool. Lol I hope you all like it, I do. Thanks for reading! -Accius

Part One

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The Last Five Years || Conor

Request: could you write a “the last five years au” with connor?



I called Jack to help me pack my bags. I went downtown and closed the bank account. It’s not about another shrink. It’s not about another compromise. I’m not the only one who’s hurting here. I don’t know what the hell is left to do. You never saw how far the crack had opened. You never knew I had run out of rope and I could never rescue you. All you ever wanted was for me to rescue you but I couldn’t no matter how I tried. All I could do was love you hard and let you go. God, I loved you. So we could fight or we could wait or I could go.

You read the letter over and over again, blinked back the tears just to keep reading it, just to make sure you had read it properly. Surely the ring left beside the sealed envelop with your name on it told you that you had.

Conor had left you.

The last five years with him flashed in your head every time you read the letter. You remembered the day you met him, in LA while he was at Vidcon. You hadn’t gone to Vidcon but you were on holiday there in LA and ran into him on the streets. You fell for his eyes first. You couldn’t remember how the rest went. Hell, you couldn’t even remember who gave the other their number first. But you remembered how his eyes shined like the bright California sun.

You remembered meeting up with him once you were both back in London. The coffee dates, the walks in the park, the evening dinners that lead to a little bit more as the night wore down. Then the day he met your parents. The day you met his. The day you suggested you moved in together. The day he said yes. You were so happy to be with him. So happy to be in love with him.

You had dreams of being an actress, but those dreams were hard to make a reality. Failed audition after failed audition, there were so many days that you just came home, curled up in a ball on the couch, and talked to Conor about how you were sure you were destined to fail and become a sad and pathetic housewife for the rest of your life. You remembered one day in particular. He sat you up and sang you a song he had been working on. Classic Conor. His career in music was already taking off. He spent half of his time writing songs and the other half going to meetings and dinners with people on his label.

The song served to cheer you up. He took your hand and the two of you danced around the room. For the few minutes you danced, you forgot why you had been so sad in the first place. He had a way of doing that to you. Once he finished his song, he took your hands in his and looked in your eyes. “I believe in you,” he told you firmly. Then, he handed you a folded up newspaper and said, “Here are all the open auditions in town. There’s about a hundred roles you would be perfect for.” You smiled gently and took the paper from his hand. “I can get Oli to take some great head shots of you. It’ll be perfect. I believe in you.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“I love you,” he said with a smile.

“I love you too.”

And then you got a part in a real show. You were so happy. Conor was happy too, he really was. He was just so caught up in work. That’s how it usually was. After an audition that you thought went particularly well you’d call him. You were almost always brought to voicemail these days. Hours later he’d text you and say he was proud and sorry that he missed your call. Work was just so busy. Gotta finish that album. Gotta talk about shows and a tour. Wouldn’t it be cool to tour? You could go with him. Life on the road.

Then there was the wedding. It was small, just your closest friends and family. God, you were so happy to marry him. You felt like, even though his work was crazy, him marrying you was his way of showing you that nothing was ever more important than you were. 

The honeymoon stage faded quickly. It was always work. It was always his work and never yours. Your auditions didn’t matter as much as a new song he had written. Then there were always those damn parties. His producers and managers and label always threw dinner parties and he always had to go. He would tell you it meant so much for you to go along, but then he’d abandon you almost as soon as you walked through the door. It didn’t always used to be like that. He used to walk with you proudly on his arm, introduce you to everyone in the room. But then the music became more important. The job and the people to impress. It all became more important than you.

You knew he was cheating. The weekends away, the never going to your shows, the missed phone calls and stupid pictures with him and other girls on Instagram. You knew it. You talked to him about it, accused him and fought with him, but he always denied it. Even after smelling the perfume on his shirts or seeing the lipstick stains on his collar, he denied it. You were too hopeful to leave. You were sure he’d stop, sure he’d remember why he loved you in the first place. Sure he’d apologize and change his ways and come right back to you. Sure.

But he never did.

You reread the note again, just to be sure you had read it right. You even looked around, wondering if there were cameras set up. Maybe Jack needed a video idea and thought this sick twisted prank would be a good idea. But there was nothing. Nothing except the note, his set of keys, and a simple gold band sitting on the table. He had new dreams to pursue now, probably new people to meet. Probably a new girl to be in love with.

Looking back, you still didn’t know how it all went wrong, how two people so in love could fall so out of it so quickly. Had it been you? Were you not enough? Did the job consume him? Did your jealousy consume you? Were you just two puzzle pieces that were never quite meant to fit together? Maybe you had just spent the last five years forcing them together. Eventually, with enough forcing, one of them was bound to break. With him leaving, you weren’t sure who had ended up more broken. 

“This is your favorite movie of all time?” Yuuri asks.

When Victor sees Yuuri’s expression, he tosses a piece of popcorn at him. “You’ll like it. I still can’t believe you’ve never seen it before.”

He shrugs as a deep voice begins talking about all known laws of aviation. “I’ve seen the memes before. Isn’t that enough?”

“No, you need to see the real deal.” Victor pulls a blanket over both of their laps and then cuddles against Yuuri’s side, both arms around him.


A while later, Yuuri stares at him. “That was your favorite movie of all time?”

“You didn’t like it?”

“It was… It was good. Save the bees.”

“Save the bees,” Victor agrees, and yawns, falling asleep on his shoulder a few minutes later.

[TRANS] 170322 HARUHANA Vol.41 Jaehyun talking about Winwin

A3. The one member you want to always be with?
Jaehyun: Winwin, my friend. If he is with me, I feel as if I would never be tired.

A5. What are Winwin’s charming points?
Jaehyun: Winwin’s charming point is that he is easy going and also very innocent, but there are some times where he can become serious as well. Also, more than anything else, he is really, really, really cute/lovable. 

*t/n: it’s hard to translate 愛くるしい into english, it means like…lovely? but it can also mean cute, charming, sweet, etc.

trans by me
please take out with credit

“Naruto never loved Sakura because of his rivalry to Sasuke.”

I literally hear that almost every time since after the movie came out back then. Since it’s canon, we “have” to accept it. But it’s not possible because in the manga we just got told over and over again that Naruto indeed had feelings for Sakura.

It’s a bit of a long rant, that’s why I’ve put it under “read more”.

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I want to write probably a million pages of meta because I’ve now spent two months thinking everything through and it’s like it’s starting to make sense to me and I want to share that, but guess whose real life insists on intruding upon my quality time with Sherlock and John.

For now though, just…

I’m on TV. I’m on kids’ TV. I’m The Storyteller. I’m … I’m The Storyteller. It’s on DVD…

(Literally on DVD)

I know you two. And if I’m gone, I know what you could become, because I know who you really are: a junky who solves crimes to get high, and the doctor who never came home from the war.

If Carisi can’t say anything to Barba about the law then the next time Barba tells the detectives what to do or anything about how they handled the investigation then I expect the same righteous indignation because Barba isn’t a Detective, has never had a gun to his head on the job, or had to make a split second life or death decision and has never carried a badge. At least Sonny IS a lawyer.

Speaking of gun to the head, would this episode have aired soon after Next Chapter if they’d aired as filmed? Anyone remember Sonny almost being killed? Could be a bit of continuity we were looking for. (Sorry I giggled as I wrote that but hey, who knows… maybe?)

hallucinatingfantasy  asked:

I'm kinda sad. Tbh I'm not active in anything about naruto anymore. But I saw in FB that crunchyroll poll that indicated the last episode of naruto will be release and it's about the wedding. I felt the same pain when we knew narusaku wasn't the end game :( I thought I've moved on but why. . .

It’s hard to let go of something you love, don’t feel bad. ^_^ Your feelings towards NaruSaku was and  always will be justified. Never forget that.

What happens to NaruSaku and their family is our hands. We can do whatever we want in our corner of the internet no matter what they say.

I’m not sure what you can do to make yourself feel better, but if it still hurts so deeply, maybe you must find something else that can fill the void. Find what makes you happy like NaruSaku used to.

You wanted me all to yourself. You wanted to own me. When I tried to live my life, you tightened your chokehold on it. Living for anyone but you was wrong. Trying to please anyone but you was wrong. So I didn’t, I tried to be right according to what you wanted. I told you where I was going and if you didn’t want me going I didn’t go. Out of fear, I poured all of my love into you until I was empty. When I had nothing left to pour, I carved out the insides of my heart to satisfy you. I gave you all of me, yet always felt like I was never enough. I was a helpless bird that knew about life outside of the cage but was taught not to want it. I was taught that it was wrong, but in the end, it wasn’t wrong. You were.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: A girl breaks up with her girlfriend due to being isolated by the relationship and fear from saying/doing something—anything “wrong” such as hanging out with a friend or forgetting to tell them they’re going to a store. And the feeling of never being enough and feeling helpless/hopeless.
  • Me: What did you want to say to me?
  • My Mom: That we're going to the Panic! concert in less than 50 hours.
  • Me: Is that all you wanted to say? After..
  • Dad: After what?
  • Mom: I insulted "her man."
  • Me: ....(internally) He's not my man. I never implied or said that.
  • Dad: Who? Brandon Urie?
  • Me: It's Brendon. Like Brenden Theaters without the 'e.'
  • Mom: No, Patrick Stump.
  • Dad: You mean the guy who can't sing?
  • Mom: Yeah, Mikayla, Fall Out Boy isn't very good.
  • Dad: They suck.
  • Me: .....*runs out*
  • Me: "proceeds to blast fob louder because I'm feeling petty*