idk what this is it's a thing

here are my thoughts on the whole bts copying bigbang discord

do i think it was bts’ choice to have the ‘no signal’ thing as part of their performance? probably not, and thus i dont think we should be blaming the group themselves because, realistically, its unlikely bts have that much creative influence over what they do in performances

so no, i dont think we have a right to be angry at bts, but i do think we have a right to be angry that it happened (regardless who was responsible). VIPs are the only people (excluding those who know him personally) to even get close to understanding how much the Act Like Nothing’s Wrong stage meant to TOP. It had deep meaning for him and likely related to past mental struggles he experienced. He is a vulnerable man with a strong stage persona but decided to show some vulnerability on stage in the form of this performance. He used the ‘no signal’ screen to hide behind whilst performing to show how much it meant to him and how it affected him. It was the solo song he chose to perform as one of his last before enlistment. It was an immensely powerful moment between him and his fans on the tenth anniversary. And thats why i’m annoyed that something with such meaningful symbolism is being taken and used for aesthetic purposes.

its a shame that people have taken this misunderstanding as an excuse to have a go at each other, but i hope this helps some people understand why some of us are quite upset at this

Haunting is the desolate song that weaves in and out of the shadows. Look closely and you will hear the soft susurrus of the eddies that die as soon as they lift their heads into existence. What is built into the ground stands rigid but the trees bend their branches to listen to what the earth has to say. And the earth has dirty things to tell, like how the thudding of feet reverberates along its breast but it is the hammering heart of the boy lost in the woods that wakes the crows. They caw-caw in earnest and fog up all sense of clarity. The trees sway to the melody of haste and hesitation, then the instantaneous decision the boy makes to hide in the thicket. Somewhere yonder the shadows conspire and the boy’s pursuer falls for his decoy. The heavier steps recede and the earth calls to the trees again, resuming its discussion that spurs the droning of the cicadas that carries over the rustling of the bush where the boy lies, exhausted. His lids grow heavy and his sense of time stretches into soft darkness. The trees lean towards him, siphoning nature’s maternal equanimity into his slumbering form. And so he drifts, and so he dreams…


anonymous asked:

What is Shades of London?

it’s an ongoing ya lit series about a girl who moves to london, has a near death experience (IT’S HILARIOUS THO like listen i’ll admit the writing style is nothing special but the series itself is 90% deadpan sarcasm 10% pain & suffering and i really enjoyed it despite the simplicity of the writing) and starts seeing dead people/ghosts. soon, she’s recruited by this ~special force~ that deals with these things a.k.a ghosts/poltergeist occurrences. think ghostbusters meets agatha christi but it’s ya lit. the characters are very likeable and there are two main poc (who are in love!! with each other!!!!! and absolutely amazing), the dynamics are great, the story is pretty gripping + there’s mystery!! crime!! ghost killers!! living killers!! there’s a whole spectrum of ghosties like bad ghosties!! good ghosties!! salty ghosties!! (i headcanon one of the ghosts as ace but idk if it’s canon) and it’s super underrated which makes me sad bc it’s GOOD!! it’s an easy but interesting read and it deserves more love :(

anonymous asked:

y those words eni

OKAY WELL i think jin is complex because hes the oldest right but hes so funny and his personality is rlly youthful and like hes closest to the youngest members but u can also tell all of them respect him and like they listen to his word also like i literally dont know if i can pinpoint his personality he seems so…like many different things that contradict each other its rlly cool gjfdks

yoongi is the moon because i love the moon so much also hes soft and an angel idc what anyone says i love my moon and hobi is the sun bc …i dont need to explain this one ghfjdsk

joon is understanding in like…the sense that when people talk to him i feel like he understands what they mean and like always tries to learn from that and stuff also idk why but i feel like he’s probably a go to when any of the guys are having trouble with anything

jimin is caring bc i dont rlly need to explain but theyve all said multiple times that jimin always like looks after them and he’s a sort of stress relief and always makes them feel better if theyre feeling down!

taehyung is entertaining of course and i dont just mean when hes hyper and like acting out which he tends to do i mean even in his quiet moments and how he interacts with all the other members its entertaining to watch he always makes u feel like u know what hes like or how hes like with others but also like u dont know the full story thats entertaining to me

and ofc jungkook is empathetic he cares so much for all of them and in multiple cases when hes seen them upset or crying hes started crying or has tried to cheer them up and comfort them. hes just…an angel :(

anonymous asked:

thinking about the subject of wrapping presents, it reminds me of how good my dad is at actually wrapping presents (although it takes him forever) and also of how my mom's cousin can make perfect fucking bows like wtf rude (how does she do it), and idk the thought just popped in my head and i thought i'd let you know

my dad wraps presents pretty neatly, too! maybe its a dad thing? hes hopeless at deciding what colours look good together though lmao

so i have an interview tomorrow, and it’s the third and last step in the interview process which i have to shadow the employees for 3 hours but it’s pretty much like a 3 hour interview. i’m gonna learn how to do the things and then have to do them myself a few times and then talk to a manager for a bit. 

and like… i was reading on glassdoor how so many people get to this part and then not get the job, which has happened to me before also. I’ve gone for multiple interviews and then not gotten it. It sucks.

but now I’m like SHUTTING DOWN and I have so much to do for tomorrow but all I want to do is hie under my blanket and cry and sleep.

why can’t i be a real person anymore wtf is WRONG WITH ME.

anonymous asked:

Mikes face after oliver asks if Harvey would really get him a drink and he says no I wouldn't is honestly pure gold. Its a face that says "yep harsh but there's the ruthless bastard I fell in love with" and them being so in sync is great, Harvey knowing exactly what mike was doing, mike knowing exactly what Harvey would do idk man I don't know if any episode going forward can top last week's with all the great marvey moments


Hahahahahahaha it’s my favourite moment, I think. That and the lying on the couch (Not over it, never over it, fucking sue me), in the whole episode, is my favourite. Because it’s such a them thing to do. Team up to fuck with everyone else. It’s what they do to Louis, what they do to any rival, so it only made sense they did it to Oliver, too.

And the fact that Mike knew Harvey would react in the way he expected kills me. Because you just know in his cheeky little head he was thinking, “Harvey’s so gonna tear you a new one”, and then he comes in and does just that.

(The “Did you enjoy that?” “Huh, yeah it felt okay” is also such a funny line to me. Just because it sounds like Harvey solely did it, just to make Mike happy. But then, Harvey’s always doing shit to make Mike happy, so what else is new?)

Bonus mischievous little fucker face:

#teammarvey xo

anonymous asked:

I just want to state my opinion about the hashtag. Like I get why VIPs are doing this. TOP's performance in the concert holds a special meaning to them, and they feel that that background shouldn't be used by anybody but BIGBANG and TOP. However, I think VIPs are being too hasty in trending that hashtag? We haven't had any official statements from YG and BigHit yet but they have already come to the conclusion that BTS plagiarized? Idk what to feel or think anymlre tbh

ok i completely disagree with u bc 1) top doesnt own that thing tvs do when they dont have a signal and 2) its probably completely unrelated and related to btss next comeback i mean they always drop hints like that at award shows,, also someone pointed out that there were tvs like that in dope so its way more likely to have sth to do with that than with tops performance. anyways yeah ppl jumped to that conclusion bc thats the 1st thing ppl always do…

Fanon Lotor be like

i am not even sorry just take this

Part of my Swan Prince Victuuri!AU !!!! And I still don’t know what I’m doing !!! Yuuri finds an injured swan in the woods?? Stay tuned for what happens next (maybe) !!!


Quick PSA

I am not selling my art anywhere except society6 (currently) && I have not given anyone permission to sell/reproduce/distribute my art.

So basically aside from the few (like, 6 pcs lol – and that’s just because people wanted me to put them up for sale) prints up on my society6, I make no money off of my art as I only make them purely for my (and the fandom’s) enjoyment.

If you see anyone selling my art, please do not buy from them as they most likely stole it from me and are unfairly making money off of it. Also I would appreciate it if you report them to the proper personnel (if it is at a con or something) or tell me (if you saw it online).

IDK what to feel about this because I’ve been getting a lot of reports about this happening lately so aaaah ;;; I don’t want to upload smaller res art because I want people to be able to look at them properly so I think I should just make the watermarks more visible? I don’t knowww hahaha omg this is all new to me

Look, chowder definitely is the type to take a picture of you whenever you’re in an embarrassing situation and it is the bane of nursey and dex’s existence they barely have time to process it before chowder’s phone is in his hand and he’s always so??? Cheerful?? When he does it??? They don’t even know why he does it because it’s not like he sends them to the group text or anything, but they know….. that if chowder ever got mad enough he has more than enough to blackmail the hell out of them

The Bet- A Cassian/Azriel/Mor Fic

….Listen my dudes, idk what to tell you, I’ve never written this pairing before, never really felt that inclined to either… But they wanted to bang…so I let them. Bless my dearest, @pterodactylichexameter for betaing!! 

Title: The Bet

Summary: Modern AU, established relationship. Cassian, Az and Mor have somewhere to be and while the boys are up their sleeping beauty is nowhere to be found. Az comes with a novel way of getting her out of bed….NSFW. Sin. Much sin ahead. You’ve been warned. 

Teaser: Az’s dejected form isn’t what leaves their bedroom however. Instead, Cassian freezes in the act of raising his mug to his lips for a drink when he hears a soft, feminine moan escape. He waits for all of a second before the mug and half-eaten breakfast are abandoned and he wanders down the corridor to investigate.

Link: AO3 

Azriel doesn’t look up from the piece of toast he’s slowly, precisely, buttering as he hears the unmistakeable sounds of Cassian sloping into the room behind him. His boyfriend doesn’t stop walking until he crashes, albeit gently, into Az’s back, jolting him against the counter. His thick, muscled arms slide easily around his waist and he nuzzles softly at his neck, still slightly damp from the shower.

“Mm, you smell like Mor,” is Cassian’s dreamy idea of a mumbled morning greeting.  

Az comes as close to grimacing that he ever does at that. “I think I used her shampoo this morning,” he confesses drily, now tipping coffee into the mug in front of him. Cassian lets out a gasp of mock horror at this and withdraws from him as though tainted. He claps him playfully on the shoulder, “Good luck,” is all he says before he heaves himself up onto the worktop, his heels knocking gently against the cupboard door.  

A soft smile traces Az’s lips as he slides the coffee towards Cassian who raises the mug in a grateful salute after grabbing it before taking a long draught. “I don’t think I have to worry about it,” he says evenly, melting out of the way to let Cassian at the toaster and hob, “She won’t be coherent enough to notice for a while yet.

Cassian glances over Azriel’s head towards the door of their bedroom, slightly ajar, revealing the darkness within, then he snorts. “It looks like the lair of some fell beast,” he observes, casually swiping a piece of Az’s buttered toast and transferring it to his mouth. Az huffs but doesn’t protest, considering it a fair trade for the half a pack of bacon Cassian has just slapped into a pan.  

Az makes a business of checking his watch, “At this time of the morning you’re not far wrong,” he murmurs, ambling to the fridge and pulling out eggs which he lays on the counter within easy reach of Cassian’s broad, deft hands.

Cass snorts at that assessment, barely even looking at what he’s doing as he cracks the eggs and transfers them to a bowl to whisk them up, “How long do we have before we need to leave?” he asks, eyebrow raised.

“A few hours yet,” Az replies mildly, taking a small sip of his own coffee, “But she should get up now.”

Cassian snorts again, “You expect her to manage that without some sort of encouragement?” he demands, “Waking Mor up at this time is like waking the dead, we’d have an easier time finding a new girlfriend at the graveyard.”  

Az just smiles at that, watching his boyfriend work, “Mm, I’m quite fond of this one, as it happens,” he murmurs quietly.

He’s fully aware that he already has a plan to deal with their…situation. Cassian never eats his eggs scrambled this way, and his bacon is always half raw. Sure enough, a few moments later, tipping the eggs into a frying pan, Cass grins, “Don’t you worry, sweetheart,” he says affectionately, leaning over and kissing Az on the cheek even as he rolls his eyes at the petname, ”I have just the thing. She’ll be up in a minute, all bright eyed and bushy tailed.”

 It’s Az’s turn to snort at that. Of the three of them, Cass is the one most likely to tend towards optimism but even by his standards that’s stretching the bounds of belief. “Okay fine, she’ll be conscious,” he amends irritably before waggling a spatula threateningly in Az’s direction, “you get to take over from there.”

“If you actually manage to get her up I’ll take over from there,” he promises faithfully, taking another idle sip of his coffee.  

“Ha,” Cass grins, “Just you wait, Az, she can never resist my cooking. Ever.” He reaches past him and swipes the large ‘princess’ mug out of the cupboard, filling it with coffee from the pot before dumping in a small mountain of sugar and half of their milk reserves into it with his customary grimace that anyone would dare besmirch the good name of coffee the way that Mor does.

Azriel just hums as Cassian starts to load Mor’s breakfast onto a tray, leaning against the worktop, saying nothing. As he starts to leave the room however, Mor’s breakfast arranged in the shape of a smiley face with tomato eyes, a bacon mouth, scrambled egg hair and a spikey toast hat however, Az dips down and presses a soft kiss to his lips, “Good luck,” he murmurs.

Cassian waves an airy hand, “Oh ye of little faith!” he huffs irritably as he sets off in the direction of their bedroom.  

Azriel waits patiently and he and his lack of faith are rewarded by a Cassian stomping out of the room five minutes later, caught somewhere between astonishment and dejection, resolutely munching a piece of Mor’s toast. “Unbelievable,” he grumbles, looking sincerely crestfallen. “She’s made of stone, Az, we’re dating a statute, I hope you know that.”

Az just smiles as Cassian helps himself to some of Mor’s eggs, clearly lamenting their wasteful scrambling. “That was never going to work,” he says smoothly.

Cassian lets out a good natured growl, now eating a piece of Mor’s bacon with his fingers. He brandishes it at Az, “I bet you a tenner you can’t get her out of bed before I can.”

Cass watches as Azriel considers this, can practically hear the cogs turning in that mysterious, shadowed brain of his. Finally, with a decisive little nod, he sets down his piece of toast and says, “Deal,” before padding towards their bedroom.  

Blinking, slightly startled by this sudden turn of events he calls after him, “On this try mind you!” Az just vaguely nods his agreement, gently pushing open the door at the end of the corridor. What a well meaning idiot, Cassian muses with a shake of the head, happily stuffing one of Mor’s tomatoes into his mouth. She doesn’t know what she’s missing, this breakfast was up to his finest high standards, but Az is taking part in a truly hopeless mission. Fire-breathing dragons would have been easier and safer to approach than their Morrigan this morning.

Cassian waits, shovelling down more of Mor’s bacon with what Az would probably consider indecent enthusiasm. Mor would understand though, he has to give this breakfast a proper funeral, worthy of her approval. He expects to see Az slinking back to him, defeated, rummaging irritably in his jeans for his wallet to offer him the spoils of his victory. He freezes, another piece of toast halfway to his mouth, loaded with scrambled eggs and dread – if Azriel fails in this task it’ll be his turn to rouse Mor again…He contemplates this for a few seconds then shovels the toast and egg into his mouth, deciding it’ll be worth it. His boyfriend had been so achingly sure of himself and while Cass doesn’t think that Az’s ego needs to be deflated any more than it already is, on the other hand he really does like the idea of him coughing up the bet money.  

Cassian waits some more, still devouring Mor’s breakfast, feeling a slight pang of worry for Az. In her current state, well aimed pillows might just be lethal, and he’s quite fond of Az’s pretty face…He decides to give it a few more minutes before launching an emergency rescue operation. Any second now he’s going to have to kiss that small frown from his beautiful face, console him even as he delightedly accepts his winnings.  

Az’s dejected form isn’t what leaves their bedroom however. Instead, Cassian freezes in the act of raising his mug to his lips for a drink when he hears a soft, feminine moan escape. He waits for all of a second before the mug and half-eaten breakfast are abandoned and he wanders down the corridor to investigate.

Gently pushing open the door, decorated with Az’s careful, neat lettering of their names (Cassian’s idea) and the small stick figures in the top left corner, (a drunken Mor’s contribution) he pauses to properly drink in the scene. Azriel is kneeling on the floor at the side of their bed, Mor’s long, golden legs hooked over his shoulders, his head buried between them. Mor is arching in pleasure, another faint moan spilling from her open lips as her body bows from the bed. Her hands fist the crisp white sheets, clutching at them as Az teases her with his tongue.  

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