Shy anon here! Do you think Keith has experience flirting? *Cough Lance* I'm a Klance shipper too, but to shy to talk to you :3
Do I think that Keith has experience flirting?
No. I really don’t. The Voltron twitter stated that the thing he dislikes the most is “tomfoolery” and I am 99% sure that in his definition flirting is a part of that. It also doesn’t really fit his character - he is way too honest and open about everything. And he gets embarrassed easily (we all know that he usually has no problems with doing dumb stuff with the team but once it crosses a certain line, he just refuses. that’s what happened in the bad sound effects/laser guns scene hah). Even just the thought of flirting with someone probably makes him embarrassed.
That being said… he can’t be embarrassed if he isn’t aware that he’s flirting ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
There are more than 500,000 words in the English language, but a person who masters only 250 words will recognize more than two-thirds of all words shown in television captions—provided the 250 words are those that are most frequently used. Equally dramatic, a beginning reader could be taught just 10 words—the, you, to, a, I, and, of, in, it, that—and then recognize more than one out of every five words. Mastery of the top 79 words means being able to read half of all words captioned.
Perspectives in Education and Deafness, Volume 16,
Number 1, September/October 1997
Idk if saying this is haram but I'm starting to wonder if the reason life is so difficult for me and nothing ever works out the way I want it to is because God may be upset with me. Idk I just feel like I've made a lot of mistakes in my life and I just feel like things get so difficult and frustrating for me because I don't deserve anything because I'm a bad person. Bad things always happen to me and it's like maybe God is punishing me. Is thinking like this Haram?
I think what we as Muslims have to internalise in times of distress and pain is that the question we should ask ourselves isn’t ‘why did this happen to me’, but ‘how was I when it happened?’. Because in the end it is not the situation we’re in that dictates our well-being, but our reaction to it.
So we are firstly adviced not to assume that certain incidents are either a punishment, a reward or a special test - this is for Allah to decide. So unless we haven’t been specifically told about it by the Qur'an and Sunnah we cannot come to the conclusion when this knowledge is hidden to us. Generally one can say they that life in its own is meant to be a test for humankind, Allah says it in the Qur'an, Surah Al-Ankaboot, Verse 2:
'Do men think that they will be left alone on saying, We believe, and not be tried?’
In Tafsir Ibn Kathir (Explanation of the Quran) it says:
“This is a rebuke in the form of a question, meaning that Allah will inevitably test His believing servants according to their level of faith, as it recorded in the authentic Hadith:
(The people most severely tested are the Prophets, then the righteous, then the next best and the next best. A man will be tested in accordance with the degree of his religious commitment; the stronger his religious commitment, the stronger his test.)”
So Allah tests us with various kind of things in order to distinguish the true believer who is patient, continues with his worship, believes in Allah etc. from the liar who complains about everything that happens to him and in the worst case loses his faith. May Allah make us among the steadfast ones. Also it’s important to note that this does not always come in form of hardships, but also in good times. As an example, poverty does not mean one cannot be grateful to Allah and being rich does not keep someone from being ungrateful.
So ultimately we can conclude that pain or hardships don’t have to be essentially evil as impossible as it may sound in some way. You’re not the only one this happens to. Some people have become greater Muslims by committing horrendous sins and depending later one, some have gone through war and got out of it as stronger Muslims, some like our beloved Prophet Muhammad Salallahu alayhi wassalaam have buried six of his kids and on top lost both his parents, yet Allah made him the greatest man who ever walked on earth. SubhanAllah. So it’s what we make out of it that dictates where we end up and this needs a great amount of patience.
Of course it is to mention that there is something called expiation of sins (kifarah) as the prophet salallahu alayhi wa ssalaam has told us:
“No tiredness, exhaustion, worry, grief, distress or harm befalls a believer in this world, not even a thorn that pricks him, but Allaah expiates some of his sins thereby.” (Narrated by al-Bukhaari, 5210; Muslim, 4670).
However this does and shouldn’t stop you from repenting, not just by your tongue, but also by your actions. If you feel you have committed sins, repent and better yourself. This will give you longer lasting contentment, also in knowing that Allah forgives His sincere repenting servant. He promised this various times in the Quran. Just look it up.
Secondly, what does one do with the information of something being a punishment to him as an example? He despairs, he loses hope in Allah’s Mercy, His fear of Allah overweights his love for Him, he discontinues to do good deeds and worship Allah out of shame or arrogance… All these by-effects have one source: whispers from shaitan audhubillah. Seek constant refugee from him and keep in mind that when something makes you feel absolutely devastated, it is not from Allah, but wicked shaitan or/and your soul.
I won’t say anything about this kind of thinking being haraam bc I am not qualified to answer this, so this is just something I’ve learned from a friend who is a student in Islam.
I hope this has helped you/someone in kind of way. Feel free (anyone) to correct me if I have made a mistake for whatever good that comes is from Allah and the wrong from me.
May Allah ease your affairs and make you among those who excell in patience and gratitude towards Allah.
Hi Wrex! I'm just transitioning from short stories into long form fiction (fanfic), and I keep getting stuck on my draft because I don't feel like it's any good, especially compared with the beautiful stories I see others write. I know I'm supposed to just let go of that, trust that it'll get better with editing, and most importantly, that I will get better with practice. The reason it's difficult is that I'm not sure that's true: I know practice works for art, since it's a physical skill, 1/2
2/2 but with writing it just seems different. Like, what are some concrete ways in which you–or any followers–have been able to improve their writing by practising? A lot of people I see just starting out, often younger than me, are just so good. I’m also more a thinker than a feeler, and maybe to be a good writer, you need to be the latter? Emotion and atmosphere are really hard for me. Anyway, this is like ten questions in one, sorry about that :) Thanks for your inspiring blog!
This more than most is a question I’d like to kick to my followers. But I can tell you two things I’ve done to practice:
1) One thing I do a lot is reread writing I like (pro or fanfic) and try to figure out exactly why I like it. The key here is to stay very technical in my observations and not to get swept up in “well it just makes me feel all these things!” and similar judgments that just make me devalue my own work even more. I try to figure out exactly what they’re doing, word to word. If you’re concerned specifically with emotion, look at a story you like and analyze a paragraph with an eye toward emotion. How does the writer convey the character’s emotions? How often do they even mention emotions? Are they using key emotion-related words? Pick that paragraph apart. Then see if you can extract one little technique they’re using that seems really cool and effective to you and try it out in your own work. Don’t worry if it feels wonky at first. And - this is important - don’t think of that other writer’s technique as “the right way to do it.” Think of it just as a tool you can put in your toolbox. Other writers undoubtedly use different tools, which you’re free to borrow as well.
I mean, look - writing may seem magical, but it’s also highly technical. I have often calmed down my inner freakout of “but they’re all just so much better than I am!” by really breaking things down to a technical level and seeing exactly how my favorite writers are making their gears mesh together.
2) Another thing I do is the exact opposite of this: I freewrite, or as close as I can get. This just means I set a timer for 30 minutes and write literally whatever’s in my brain at the moment. If I’ve got a specific project brewing, I might think about that project and spew out the first things that come to mind, no matter how stupid or irrelevant. Or I’ll ask myself “what do I want for this story?” and crank out an incoherent paragraph of unrestrained wishes and ideas that reads like a six-year-old wrote it. This is actually super hard, because of course my impulse is to judge it all. So sometimes I will do something to distract a part of my attention (music with lyrics usually does the trick) so that my brain just does not have the bandwidth to write and judge what I’m writing at the same time.
Very often, when I’m done, I’ll just throw this writing away. Or I might save it if it turns out to be useful rough notes for the project. The point is, I wasn’t tryingto make it good, so I don’t reread it hoping for it to be good. It’s just an exercise. And the point of the exercise is merely to disinhibit myself as a writer, to gain access to that layer of unpasteurized thoughts, phrases and ideas that I usually filter out when I’m trying to write well. Because frankly, that filter can catch what’s goodas well as what’s bad. And the more you filter yourself, the more difficult it is to reach that spontaneous, irrational, interesting part of you that’s purely creativeinstead of just correct.
It might seem kind of weird that I do both of these exercises: one devoted to removing the filter of judgment, and one oriented, in a way, toward strengtheningit. I’m not sure why it works for me, but the two exercises seem to operate in a kind of dialectic. I know that writing is a technical skill, and that one way to acquire good technique is to become aware of techniques and employ them consciously. But I also know that writing has an accidental, unconscious, one might say id-driven aspect to it, and if I spend too much time obsessing over technique, I risk overinhibiting myself. So that’s why I do both, I guess.
Okay maybe I’m late to the game, but, today let’s talk about this scene in the trailer.
So, a lot of people have said it’s not the red lion, it’s the black one because while there’s still red, the lights inside the cockpit are way less red.
Indeed, let’s compare to the red lion as it was in the first season.
The trailer’s version is way more dark, this is true.
And what about Shiro ?
The screens are purple, but it’s still pretty dark, too. I mean, the idea that it’s actually the Black Lion with Red lights due to Keith’s influence wasn’t bad at the time, that was a nice conclusion.
(Though… Here again, Voltron isn’t that consistent. And we do have some instance where the Black Lion’s cockpit is way more purple than, yeah, black.)
Unfortunately, now that some preview (mainly, Pidge’s) got leaked, it seems we can safely assume wewere on a wrong track. Because as you can see…
Dark. With a pretty dull green. Only the outside lights of the seat are on.
Let’s compare with the first season for good measure ?
So yeah, guys, this ?
This is the red lion. It certainly takes place at the beginning of the season, just after getting ejected from the wormhole. All the lions are somehow damaged and unresponsive, hence why there’s not as much light in the cockpit as before.
Ohno: Fishing of course. Yamaguchi: What do you want to fish? Ohno: Mm… Saba. /muffled laughter/ Ohno: Saba makes noises you know? Nagase: What kind of noises? Ohno: When you catch it in the net, it goes “whee.” /muffled laughter/ Taichi: That’s not just something that happens randomly? Ohno: It’s not random, once I caught 50 of them, and 49 cried out. Taichi: What kind of noises again? Ohno: “whee.” Everyone: You’re lying!
Harry Styles is notoriously wild, red-blooded and in love with the ladies. Or at least that’s as much as Louis knows when he lands his dream job as a junior management assistant at Modest Management.
Louis is fresh out of university, confident, bright and determined to make it in the industry but he’s also slightly confused…For one thing, why is Harry Styles absolutely nothing at all like Louis expected him to be? Why does he look so sad? And why does he look at Louis as though Louis is the answer to a question he doesn’t even understand?
After a misunderstanding with Liam’s mother, Louis agrees to accompany his best friend to a family wedding and pretend to be the world’s best boyfriend. But their simple plan goes awry when he learns that Harry, ex-boyfriend/ex-love of Louis’ life, will also be in attendance. (aka: fake!boyfriends with a twist ft. bromance, romance and cake.)
Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don’t.
“I’m not your personal assistant you know,” Harry says once he gets there and Louis lets him in and he shoves the bag into his hands. “I’m your publicist.”
“I know that,” Louis smiles a devilish grin patting Harry in the middle of his chest as he takes the bag, “but look at you personally assisting me,” he says looking in the bag and pulling out the Cheetos. I also know that my PA turns his phone on silent at night, and clearly, you don’t. Waiting for a booty call or something?”
Louis says turning on his heels and scurrying over to his sofa and plopping down. Harry swears he sees a puff of orange dust soar into the air when Louis opens the bag. He’s amazed that couch is as clean as it looks.
In his final year attending the prestigious boarding school Blake College, Harry, the 17 year-old prince of England, hopes to befriend his new roommate. Louis Tomlinson, the rebellious football phenom, just wants to make it to graduation without losing his scholarship.
“Boss.” The man nodded at Paul, his eyes whipping over to Harry. Harry’s lungs somehow lost every ounce of breath, like a suckerpunch to the gut, winded. The hairs on Harry’s neck pricked with what he thought was fear. He held the back of the chair to steady himself, trying not to stagger, eventually remembering to breathe. Paul cleared his throat. “Tommo, this is Harry, the journo who is joining us. Harry, this is Louis Tomlinson.”
Can Louis, an ex convict with secrets and lies, keep hold of them when he has to share three weeks with a journalist. And does he want to?
“Why exactly are you here?” Louis asked, feigning annoyance and failing pathetically at it. “My publicist told me I can’t go anywhere near you.” Harry said, eyes still smudged with last night’s eye liner. “That makes you my favorite person in the world.”
Or the one where Louis has everything: a lead role in a giant Hollywood franchise, a glittering new house with an entertaining Irish neighbor, and a steady, normal boyfriend who he probably loves. Louis never expected to become a household name among young Hollywood overnight. He also never expected to find something endearing about the enigmatic rockstar who keeps showing up on his back porch.
Louis remembers clearly the night everything fell apart.
There are moments in life you just can’t forget. For him, there are some that just will never leave his mind: singing Torn, his first Award Ceremony, What Makes You Beautiful on the radio for the first time, bus 1 with Zayn, recording Fireproof with Liam and the look on Harry’s face when he told Louis that he loved him, but they were done.
[OR: the one in which my mind goes to a really dark place thanks to this ridiculous reality we’re living right now and Louis cheats on Harry and gets a girl pregnant]
When Cowell Productions acquires an American branch, Louis is saddled with producing Eat It and Weep, the Food Network’s new Kitchen Nightmares inspired reality show. He’s nervous when he finds out that he’s going to be working with Harry Styles, the world’s youngest Michelin-starred chef and an absolutely notorious terror in the kitchen. But it quickly becomes obvious that things will prove difficult for an entirely different reason.
 중2병 얘기좀 하지마 존나 병신같아
무슨 제일 피해자 제일 힘든척
나도 바람직한 사람은
아니지만 적어도 음악 다 떠나서 도리를 얘기하는거야
음악이 대수야? 니가 싫어하는 음악을 다른 사람은 좋아할 수 있어
왜 니 멋대로들 생각해
trans: Don't speak childishly like a damn fool
Pretending to be the most victimized, have it the most difficult
I'm a desirable person, too
But, at least apart from music, say reasonable things
Is music such a big deal? Other people can like the music you hate.
Why not think as you please