if only i could understand this interview

anonymous asked:

could i kindly request moments when namjoon has broken gender roles 'cause i love him and i wanna love him even more

namjoon has broken gender roles several times, not only by openly debunking and stating the fact that wearing ‘feminine’ clothes or colours is just a made up concept and continuing to wear those clothes despite ridicule but also by openly being a feminist.

first, lets look at the time he openly debunked the idea of clothes being classified masculine or feminine

and he wasn’t embarrassed at all and has since then continued to wear skirts in photoshoots as well as #kimdailys and in everyday life.

whenever he’s told that pink is a feminine color and even got made fun of for wearing makeup (4things show, which i think everyone should watch, it opens up a lot of things about namjoon) or wearing pink clothes (hellish weekly idol), he continued to do so without being embarrassed or stopping himself from wearing pink and he’s worn makeup (obviously) and donned pink lots of times regardless.

and i don’t have to remind you all of when he had pink hair.

“Hello, this is Rap Monster, aka PinkMon because I love pink, thank you very much.”

now to feminism. in this interview namjoon said:

The interviewer commented, “Some rappers express hip hop by dissing others, demeaning women, or harsh cursing,” and Rap Monster revealed his point of view. He said, “The hip hop culture can be very open, but if you look at it another way, it’s a closed culture that only those within it could understand.”

Rap Monster continued, “The public needs to respect that culture in part, but I think that the demeaning of women needs to be subdued.”

And this post:

which you can read more about right here, where he said a lot about his thoughts on feminism.

anonymous asked:

louies team is emotionally manipulating you all

I’m okay with that. All marketing is emotional manipulation. Louis’ interview was one of the most honest interviews we have gotten from a 1D member. 

Were they playing only one angle in this one? Yes. Could they have mentioned his strengths and how he came out strong through all that? Yes. Did they outrightly lie about his situation? No. 

This is the start. They have introduced him to the GP and they’ve done it well. I understand that the theme is going to be ‘The underdog proves himself’ and i’m fine with it. The interview actually got a good response and i’m proud of Louis.

I’m going to go all out to support him and so will all the Louies.


Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Fluff (with slightly smutty undertones at the end) and a fail attempt at humor; Soulmate!AU where anything your soulmate does to their body reflects on your own

Soulmate Series: Yoongi | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin | Namjoon | Taehyung

Word Count: 2.6K

Originally posted by jungk0oksthighs

You’d never had a problem with the whole ‘soulmate’ deal, unlike some of your more passionate colleagues. It’d never sparked up much of a reaction in you, because honestly, who had the time to actually care? Besides, it did turn out to be rather amusing, most of the time.

Like when you were in the middle of discussing an important project with your professor, for example, and you felt something ticklish on the inside of your arm. You’d always been susceptible to even the slightest brush of the fingers, so you bit your lip hard to stop yourself from laughing out loud.

When you finally got to leave, you made a pit stop at the bathroom, to get a napkin or something to wipe your cut lip—go figure, you’d managed to bite it that hard—and you looked down at your wrist: the source of your problems. Looking at the squiggles on it, you felt like you were supposed to get angry, but honestly, the basic math problems drawn crudely with black ink made you laugh out loud. Sure, you got some strange looks from, like, one person for doing that, but you could tell your soulmate had to be hilarious.

You looked again, unable to resist smiling when you saw—and felt—more black ink being scribbled furiously onto your delicate skin. Your soulmate must have been having a math test or something soon; why else would they have been writing all that on their hand? Though, really, what an amateur move.

You took great delight in re-telling the story to your friends later, but it seemed like they’d reached the point where they were just tired of hearing you talk about your soulmate all the time. But really, they seemed great—and you really, really wanted to meet them. It’s just…you had no idea how.

Who knew a single conversation could change it all?

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Hearts Don’t Break Around Here l Shawn Mendes Imagine

prompt: (y/n) and Shawn decide to end their relationship and Aaliyah is there for her brother.

Originally posted by bookswift

Shawn liked driving.

It was like he could forget about everything while driving and listening to his favorite tunes, whether it was a cloudy day listening to John Mayer or a perfect sunny day where he turned on the volume at its max and didn’t give a crap about what was going on outside the doors of his Jeep.

But this time was different; the inside of his car was eerily quiet, the only audible thing was his breaths. It didn’t feel like he was actually driving, his eyes couldn’t process the streets or the lights flashing in front of him.

All that was in his mind was tears, yelling and the awful feeling of his heart breaking.

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today i was reflecting in the shower.. where i normally do all of my deeper thinking.. and i couldn’t stop thinking about 2016. i know.. we’re in a new year.. time to let it go.. but i don’t think i properly cleansed myself or made peace with how my year went. and because a lot of what happened to me throughout the year continuously comes to mind.. i knew it was time to sit down and write out my feelings. what has made me the writer or “poet” that i am today.. is i’ve spilled my heart out on paper, time and time again, but lately i’ve been extremely distant. i’m not sure whether it’s because i feel a burden to always be positive and uplifting or because i find myself more afraid than ever. last year i cried. and cried. and cried. more than i’ve ever cried in my 22 years of life. i even made a habit out of watching really sad and emotional movies just so i could find an excuse to. also.. i’ve smoked more than ever before. longing to both - feel.. and be numb. i’d smoke before writing so i could pull certain stories out of me. then i’d smoke after, to forget them. often times.. i just got high enough to make myself fall asleep so i wouldn’t have to deal with anything. in the midst of one of my episodes.. i realized i suffer, and have always suffered, from feeling like nobody really understands me. i’ve always felt like i was someone who was constantly mistaken for an entirely different person. i always feel like i don’t “fit”. i don’t fit around friends.. i don’t fit around family.. i don’t make sense at social gatherings.. i don’t feel at home in my own home. i think a lot of these feelings have come up, from time to time, because i’ve never really known my true identity. all i’ve ever known myself to be is someone that everyone clings to. and not in a “she’s the life of the party” kind of way, but more so, “she’s the person to get advice from” way. and although.. this may sound selfish, sometimes i wish i had someone like me. i wish i had someone who was willing to help solve my problems before solving their own. as i’m typing, i’m starting to cry again. and i’m crying because i don’t know when exactly this will end. or if this discomfort is how i’m meant to live life. maybe this is just the life of an empathic. maybe when i started asking god to “use” me, i signed up for this. the truth is, 2016 should have been the best year of my life. i released a book that hit the best sellers list, i bought my dog that brings an unlimited source of awe to my life, i signed a major publishing deal, i moved out of my parents house and into a new home, i lost friends that never clapped for me, and gained friends who’ve been there for me in every way since, i built this whole “brand” into something much bigger than i ever expected myself to, i found out i was cancer free, i promise the list could continue on. but depression got in the way. of everything. i never once celebrated myself. i never once intervened, and took control. i never even thought to. i felt like whatever i was going through.. i was supposed to. and still.. i’m not sure the reasoning.. i just kept living with a kind of sadness i have yet to find a name for. instead of focusing on all of the goodness that god was placing in my life, i had tunnel vision on everything that i felt was going wrong. i couldn’t see life in a positive light no matter how good things may have got. my parents split up. i was forced to move out. i lost my home base. i went, and still go, months without speaking to either one. my boyfriend was dealing with an ex who continuously threatened to take her life at the account of us being together. all i wanted to do was help her. but couldn’t. i had a new life to take care of, when i could barely take care of my own self. i lost all my friends. literally, every single one. i never ever could leave the house because of how bad my social anxiety was getting. i found out i had a fractured jaw because of the size of a tumor that was holding it in place. i found out i had a fucking tumor that could have been cancerous. i had reconstructive jaw surgery that ruined the nerve and feeling in my mouth. i could not eat or sleep or talk straight for months. i’m still dealing with the pain. i was consistently working and doing interviews right after my surgery. i was and am still extremely exhausted from this. i never properly allowed myself to rest or heal. i started working with a team that could not fully ever understand me which only added to my frustration, loneliness, and sadness. and again, THIS LIST could go on. but more than anything. i was bullied. as my brand kept getting bigger, i was bullied more. and more. and i couldn’t understand how my work, trying to help and heal people, could bring in such negative responses. i couldn’t understand why there were people who were so eager to tear me apart, they would start to attack my image. everyday people attack the way i look and sound. and this kind of bullying brought back a lot of old feelings that i never dealt with as a kid. growing up i was constantly brought down and picked on because of the way i look. i was never skinny enough. or pretty enough. or i was too hairy. or my teeth were too crooked. or my hair was too nappy. or i was too dark. or i was too “black”. or i wasn’t “black enough”. now, i’m receiving - i’m too stupid or i’m too fake. my writing isn’t good enough. my writing is cliche. i look like a monkey. and so on. and so forth. and as i’m typing these things.. i find myself giggling a bit, wondering why i even allow these things to bother me. but truthfully, all negativity from outside sources bothers me. no matter what form it comes in. i always question, “what have i done to deserve this?” and although i often ignore these nasty comments, i’ve realized i harbor the feelings i receive when i see these comments. embarrassment. frustration. confusion. hurt. disappointment. betrayal. i let these statements affect me to the point where i’m starting to silence my voice. i’m starting to be more afraid to speak up for myself. the thought of confrontation makes me nervous. the thought of even receiving any awful comments makes my stomach flip. so i won’t say anything at all. i’ll keep everything to myself if it’ll keep the mean people and their nasty opinions away. but i’m trying to break out of this. i really am. i’m trying to be more understanding of the way people work. i know.. that the way we treat people is a reflection of the way we treat or view ourselves. meaning.. those who are willing to go out of their way to attack a person for absolutely no reason, ultimately feel that they need to. either because, they don’t have enough love for themselves, to be consumed within themselves and their own positivity, or, simply, they hate themselves just as much as they hate me. and not personally, but mainly, their views of life are formed in a negative and hateful way.. more often than not. idk.. maybe i’m getting too ahead of myself. or maybe i make sense and i’m afraid no one will understand it. lol. but anyway. idk. i’m just glad i got to get these things off my chest because i feel like my readers.. and supporters.. or those who just fuck with me, for whichever reason.. are always looking forward to hearing from me. and i’m trying to, again, be more accepting of the fact that not everyone is going to always like my shit. my writing. my poetry. my points of view. my ideas. and that’s okay. that doesn’t make me any less of an artist or woman or idealist.. and that doesn’t make whomever else any less than either. i’m thankful. for these moments of clarity because they really ground me and put me back in my place. i get to reflect on how i’ve sabotaged my own life.. and i pray that god help me heal from it. the reality of this all is.. i’m my own worse enemy. and i have been.. for most of my life. and i know this because i would have never ever allowed myself to go through all the hardships that i did. i would have never allowed myself to not only deal with half the people i’ve dealt with - but also.. i wouldn’t have allowed myself to be as affected by negativity as i was. all i was doing, and all i’ve been doing, is place energy in places and spaces that my energy was never meant to be. 2016 was the ending. i firmly believe this because there is always a storm before a sunny day. there were times last year when i thought i was out of touch with myself and i couldn’t hear god as clearly as i’m used to.. but really.. s/he was with me all along. guiding me to this place i’m in now. this place of - understanding, acceptance, and gratitude. i’m finally understanding that sometimes we go through shit. sometimes a lot of shit. but what we go through doesn’t define us. it shapes us into the people that we’re ultimately meant to be. stronger. wiser. and happier.. if anything. i’m finally accepting that some things, many things, are out of our control. but we have much more control than we think. the way we react to life will result in our karma. we can choose how to react and ultimately this will help affect all of our situations moving forward. i’m also learning to accept people as they are. everyone will do as they please. and not everyone will be considerate of mine, or anyone else’s, feelings. in knowing this, i have to constantly remind myself to not take anything personal. the longer i feed into other peoples negativity, the longer i’ll be miserable. misery is the result of not fully understanding or not fully having control over certain situations. but the more intuitive we are.. the easier it will be to keep away from misery. and finally.. i’m grateful for the one friend i had all along.. whom i never give enough credit to. my best friend and boyfriend. every single tear that came strolling down my cheek.. he was always here to help wipe and then uplift me. the more silence i become the more he encourages me to speak. even if he, himself, doesn’t fully understand. i’m grateful to god for showing up in all forms. people. places. numbers. symbols. etc. i cannot be anymore thankful for my relationship with god. for not only helping me get through one of the best/worst years of my life.. but also.. for giving me the strength to open up about it. knowing.. that everyone’s perception of me is that i’ve “got it all together.”
—  Reyna Biddy
A-Z book recs

Inspired by @macrolit :)

A - Albertine Disparue, Marcel Proust: The Fugitive, penultimate book of La Recherche, and among Proust’s best work.

B - Berezina, Sylvain Tesson: 200 years later, Tesson and his friends decide to follow the steps of Napoleon’s army from Moscow to Paris. Both funny and poignant at the same time.

C - Chartreuse de Parme, La, Stendhal (The Charterhouse of Parma): somewhat similar to The Red and the Black, but set in Italy, and even better.

D - Doctor Zhivago, Boris Pasternak: my favourite Russian novel, probably. Tragic, epic, sad. Perfect.

E - Eugene Onegin, Alexander Pushkin: forget it, this is my favourite Russian novel. Tragic, epic, sad. Perfect.

F - Flucht nach Oben, Annemarie Schwarzenbach: Schwarzenbach may be better known for her non-fiction work, but this novel is one of her most amazing pieces of writing.

G - Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin: everything has already been said about this book. What can I add? Read it.

H - Have his Carcase, Dorothy L. Sayers: one of my favourite detective novels, (my very favourite being Gaudy Night, of course.) If you haven’t read Sayers yet, please do. She’s too wonderful for words.

I - Immoraliste, L’, André Gide: the story of Michel, a Frenchman confronted to his homosexuality in the 1900s. Read it for Gide’s incredible writing and stunning descriptions.

J - Jean de Florette, Marcel Pagnol: a small Provencal village torn apart by the arrival of Jean de Florette, a city man who wants to settle down in a farm in ruins. One of Pagnol’s best works.

K - K, Le, Dino Buzzati: a short story collection. Not among my favourites, but the only book I could think of for this letter.

L - Liaisons Dangereuses, Les, Choderlos de Laclos: forget the Stephen Frears movie, the book is way better. 

M - Maurice, E. M. Forster: one of my favourite authors. One of my favourite books.

N - Nuit sera calme, La, Romain Gary: a long interview between Gary and one of his childhood friends. A must to understand Gary and his work.

O - Other Voices, Other Rooms, Truman Capote: Capote is at his best when he talks about the South, and his first novel remains one of his finest.

P - Price of Salt, The, Patricia Highsmith: once again, forget the movie. The book is way better.

Q - Quatrième Mur, Le, Sorj Chalandon: not translated in English, Le Quatrième Mur is a pretty good novel about theatre, war, and love.

R - Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier: “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.” Need I say more? 

S - Sido, Colette: Colette at her very best. A tribute to her mother and her childhood. 

T - Tender is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald: maybe not the best of Fitzgerald’s novels, but my favourite. I re-read it every year, and love it a little more each time.

U - Ungeduld der Herzens, Stefan Zweig (Beware of Pity): ah, Zweig. The more I read his books, the more I love him. Beware of Pity remains one of my favourites.

V - Vie, Une, Guy de Maupassant (A Woman’s Life): Maupassant’s realism can be harsh at times, but it’s always beautiful. A wonderfully written, heart-wrenching book.

W - Wendepunkt, Der, Klaus Mann (The Turning Point): Klaus Mann’s autobiography, from his childhood and teenage years to his exile, first in Europe, then in the US. Beautiful, illuminating, and heartbreaking.

X - I tried and tried but couldn’t find something for this one!

Y - Years, The, Virginia Woolf: not her best, but still wonderful.

Z - Zauberberg, Der, Thomas Mann (The Magic Mountain): one of the best novels I’ve ever read. Wunderbar.

Bibia Be Ye Ye

A/N: someone asked for another Sebastian x reader but I lost it in my inbox but this one is for you babeee!!! xxxxxx

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

You watched from backstage as Sebastian sat talking to the interviewer about various projects he had been working on. 

A grin stretched across your face as he mentioned you, talking about how much he adores you. “How long?” The interviewer asked, and you still hadn’t gotten use to the general public knowing about you. 

“Oh gosh, nearly 2 years this April.” He smiled, his eyes brightening with every word. “Well let me know if it doesn’t work out, kay?” the interviewer joked, sending Sebastian a wink. 

The audience laughed and you couldn’t help but feel a hole in the pit of your stomach as she said that. Of course, she was a comedian and you knew that it was irrational to think that it was anything more than a joke, but it still stung. 

“I don’t think she’s going anywhere.” Sebastian said, chuckling under his breath. You crossed your arms, Sebastian’s dressing room suddenly seeming a lot smaller than it was a few moments ago. 

The interview continued and you still thought about that one comment. One single comment, and you felt jealously course through your veins. 

It ended and you watched as the cameras switched to a wide angel and the interviewer pressed a small kiss to Sebastian’s cheek. 

“Jesus fucking christ.” You groaned, closing your eyes and sighing as the television went black. 

Of course the interviewer was gorgeous, her long black hair and ivory skin filling you to the brim with envy. You rubbed your temples and attempted to ignore the headache coming on. 

Sebastian was quick to rush into the room, high off of adrenaline and sweaty from the stage lights. 

“Hello baby.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, which you welcomed but felt a bit of nausea accompany it. “Hi.” you cooed back, swallowing your pride and deciding to ignore your jealousy. 

“What’d ya think?” He asked, sitting next to you. “Great, as usual babe.” You smiled, kissing his lips and standing up. “You gonna shower?” 

He nodded, following his usual routine and undressing before hopping into the shower. You heard him humming softly as you looked into the mirror, picking apart your image for what seemed like that thousandth time, wondering if you were good enough. 

You couldn’t understand why he was with you. He said he loved you, he stayed by you with everything and he was excited when he saw you. But, your brain wouldn’t let you believe it. 

You never spoke about your insecurities in front of him because once you thought about saying it outloud, it all just sounded a bit silly. 

Despite how silly it may seem, it still bothered you. A lot. 

“Hey darlin’,” Sebastian poked his head out of the curtain, “why don’t you join me today?” 

You met his eyes, swallowing back more nausea and lifting your shirt over your head. He smiled, watching you climb into the shower and holding your hand so you don’t fall. 

He moved you underneath the water, the warmth enveloping your body as he looked down at you with a grin. 

Your bottom lip trembled as you had a weak smile stretch across your face. 

Concern washed over Sebastian’s face, his hair dripping as you felt a quiet sob fall from your lips. 

Sometimes you just felt like you weren’t enough, and seeing Sebastian standing in front of you with so much admiration, you couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t deserve it. 

He wrapped his arms around your shoulder, skin to skin contact nearly calming you but you still felt anxiety bubble up. 

“What’s the matter?” He murmured, rubbing the lower half of your back soothingly. 

A tear slipped down your face and quickly mixed in with the water that fell from the shower head. “I’m just- you could do so much better.” you whispered, your head on his chest. 

“I did not just hear you say that.” Sebastian said, hugging you tightly between his arms. You loosely hung on him, your arms on his waist as you cried softly. 

“You listen to me,” Sebastian pulled away and met eyes with you, watching as your tears mixed with the water from the shower head, “you are the most gorgeous person I have ever met. Ever. I love you more than anything and you know that.” 

In his attempts to brighten your mood, you could only think about how easily he could act and say the words without actually meaning them. “B- but, you have girls lusting after you. You could have anyone you want in the world. Just- why me?” 

Voicing your frustrations has never been easy. 

“I only want you.” 

“Damn it, Sebastian! Why? That interviewer was practically panting through out the whole thing yet you come back to this mess?” you gestured to your face, which now had mascara stricken cheeks and bloodshot eyes. 

“You don’t seem to understand,” Sebastian whispered, wiping away your tears and holding your face between his hands, “I want you. Especially when you have runny make up or messy hair.” 

He took your silence as an opportunity to speak more, “You are the love of my life.” 

You scoffed, ending it in a laugh as you looked up at him, “Why?” 

“Why not?” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “because your laugh makes me smile. Your hair smells amazing, and you look great in my t-shirts. Hell, even my mom loves you.” 

You smiled softly, “Is that it?” 

“I could keep going, or I could do this.” He was quick to pick you up and press your back against the wall of the shower. You giggled, allowing him to capture your lips with his and run your hands through his hair. 

His hands held your thighs and you felt the water run over both of your bodies. To say your insecurities had diminished completely would be an overstatement, but Sebastian certainly has a way with words that eased your anxiety slightly. It also helped that he had his hands on your body. 

A knock sounded on the door which tore you out of your bliss. 

“Sebastian, you’ve got to get to the Fallon studios soon!” Sebastian’s manager sounded, his voice gruff with annoyance. Sebastian poked his head out of the curtain and nodded, “Will be out in a second.” 

You poked your head out from beneath him, a sly smile on your face as you watched his manager’s face go red, “Maybe two seconds.” 

Without another glance, Sebastian pulled you back into the shower and pressed his lips hard against yours. 

You were feeling better, to say the least.

as someone who loves and supports harry, I think it’s fair to say that the interviews are quite bias towards him. Harry IS the big superstar in the music world so it’s understandable why they would say more to him, but he’s a rookie in the acting world.

All the questions were focused on Harry and the pictures from the interviews didn’t even have fionn in them and the captions were all ‘guys i just interviewed harry styles and he’s lovely!!!’ when in reality they interviewed both harry AND fionn.

I just think it’s unfair that all this attention is on harry when fionn should be getting equal time to speak. Imagine fionn knowing that all the interviewers only care for harry styles. Imagine what that could do to fionn’s self confidence and feelings when he sees his costar get more publicity than him when he worked just as hard. Imagine how he and the rest of the Dunkirk cast might feel towards harry now. It’s just pretty sad.

3.5/5 Stars.

“He wished to be unconditionally alone, exiled to an island of his own creation, an uncontacted tribe of one.”

In 1986, 20-year-old Christopher Knight drove his car to the edge of a forest in rural Maine, abandoned it by the side of the road, and disappeared into the woods for 27 years.

In 2013 he was arrested while burglarizing a local camp. It turns out he had burglarized homes and camps in the area thousands of times over the years for food and supplies. To locals, he was a bit of an urban legend: everyone knew he was out there, but no one had ever seen him.

I remember reading a GQ article about Knight a few years ago and being fascinated by his story. This book, by the same writer of that article, digs even deeper.

It’s a compelling account of one man’s fascinating life, with insights into Knight himself alongside more general psychological insights into the nature of solitude.

There’s a sense of moral grey area surrounding Knight: folks in the community are torn on whether they respect or despise him. Some wish for him to be released from prison so he can retreat to the woods, claiming that he never hurt anyone. Others, frequent victims of his burglaries, speak of feeling violated and terrorized by his crimes. Even the prosecutor admits that the law isn’t set up for outlier cases like this.

I imagine that most readers will fall on the side of empathizing with Knight. There’s a universality about his story in spite of how unique it is: he, like all of us, only wanted contentment.

As interesting as it was, I had a distinct feeling throughout that I shouldn’t be reading it. I felt as if I were intruding on Knight. And despite him allegedly giving the writer explicit permission to write this book, I’m not convinced that’s what he really wanted. Of course, this could be me projecting onto Knight.

And that’s perhaps the most interesting about all of this: there’s an intense desire to understand Knight—by both the writer and us readers—but an underlying feeling that he can’t and doesn’t want to be understood. There’s a coy secrecy about him; in interviews he’s clever, droll, reticent, and immensely intelligent. Maybe he gave the book his blessing because he knew that although it appeared to reveal so much about him, it actually revealed very little about who he really is.

There I go projecting again.

“I was born deaf, and I’m a teacher of the deaf. In my family, only my sister and I are deaf. I was called to Dadaab Refugee Camp twice for interviews as I was promised to be relocated to a different country. I had difficulty finding an interpreter that could understand my language and convey my words but what was much worse was that on the first occasion that I was called to Dadaab, my mother passed away. I rushed back for her burial. The second time I was called to Dadaab for an interview, my father passed away. Since then, my grief turned into depression. I then made the conscious decision to relocate to Dadaab with my deaf sister permanently. We noticed that there were many deaf Somalis who didn’t know the sign language and there was a clear barrier between them and society. I signed up as a teacher for the deaf, and now I teach deaf children from class 1 to class 6. I teach them the Kenyan Sign Language, Mathematics and Creative Arts knowing that they will have a chance in life. I found my purpose and I’m smiling again.”

(Dadaab Refugee Camp)

“Waxaan dhashay anigoo naafo ka ah dhagaha hadana waxaan ahay macalin  caruurta  dhagoolayaasha ah. Qoyskayaga aniga iyo walaashay ayaa maqalka naafo ka ah. Aniga waxaa  dhacaday  in la iga yeeray kaamka qaxootiga ee Dhadhaab laba jeer  si  aan waraysi   la iga qaado,  balantu waxay ahayd in wadan kale aan ka helo dib-u-dejin. Markaas waxaa igu adkaatay in aan helo turjumaan fahmi kara hadalkayga isla markaana gudbin kara waxaan u sheego oo sax ah, laakiin taas waxaa kasi darayd markii kowaad aan tagay Dhadhaab in hooyaday dhimatay  kadib waxaan ku noqday  aaskeedi. Hadana markii labaad ee waraysi la igu yeero Dhadhaab waxaa igu dhacday in isla markana uu dhintay aabbahay Markaas kadib xaaladaydu waxay isku bedeshay mid murugo ah. Kadib waxaan go’aansaday aniga iyo walaashay oo iyaduna dhagaha naafo ka ah in aanu si rasmi ah ugu guurno Dhadhaab. Waxaanu  ogaanay in Soomaali badan oo  maqalka naafo ka ah ay ku noolyihiin xerada Dhadhaab, hadana waxaa jiray caqabado iyaga iyo bulshada u dhaxeeyey. Waxaan saxiixay heshiis in aan noqdo macalin wax bara caruurta dhagaha naafada ka ah inta u dhaxaysa fasalka 1-aad ilaa fasalka 6-aad waxaan baraa luqada calaamadeedka ee Kiinya iyo xisaabta iyo farshaxanka  si ay u ogadaan in ay haystaan fursad nololeed. Waan helay ujeedaydi markasta waa dhoola cadeeya waanan  ku farxaa.”

(Xerada qaxootiga ee Dhadhaab)

anonymous asked:

In your FAQ, you mentioned it's good to be up-to-date on current zoo terms and the like when you do an interview. Could you do a quick list off the top of your head of some of the ones you know are current at the moment?

There are two big ones to come to mind that are more recent, as far as I know

Habitat - preferred over exhibit or enclosure. Usually only refers to area viewable to the public, non-public areas are still called holdings and not habitats.

In Human Care - preferred over captive/captivity.

Why Animals Do the Thing also did a great post on understanding zoo terminology if you just want a general overview of zoo terms.

If you’re going in for an interview, I would peruse their website and their social media posts to see what terms they’re commonly using. Most facilities have certain terms they prefer to use and you’ll usually see those facility specific terms reflected on their website and social media postings. 

Following in the Path of my Hero

(or, When I Grow Up, I Want to be Just Like Amythest!)

I want to start by explaining who my hero is in this context for those that don’t know. Amythest Schaber, known as @neurowonderful on Tumblr, is a self-advocate and activist who was pivotal in two important aspects of my life.

Like many of my own followers, Amythest’s YouTube series, Ask an Autistic, was a significant force in my self-acceptance. The second aspect, and perhaps more salient to this post, is that Amythest provides a blueprint for autism and neurodiversity activism; a blueprint that I would come come to define myself by.

The way I choose to define myself, my identity as it is today, was seeded by my aspirations to be the activist I saw and continue to see in Amythest. Put another way, when I grow up I want to be an activist and help people the way Amythest helped me.

This aspiration led me to create this blog, to attend university nearly twenty years after I had given up on the idea, and it led me to my first published piece as a professional writer - a life-long dream that until recently had been little more than idle fantasy.

Yesterday was a big day for me. I stepped firmly out of the world of self-advocacy and into the world of activism. So what changed?

Well, yesterday I had a meeting with Dr. Hudson, the director of the Student Center for Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion at my university. We talked about autism. We talked about autism awareness. We talked about autism acceptance. Most importantly, we talked about how to position this school as a leader of neurodiversity acceptance, inclusion, and most of all, accessibility.

Not accommodation - accessibility.

As it is right now, there are two events at our school that deal with autism. One focuses on autism awareness the way most people mean it, and one focuses on autism awareness the way we as a community mean it. Dr. Hudson wants to bridge the gap between the two, and he has asked me to be the student that does that.

Dr. Hudson has been seeking ways to expand on the April autism awareness campaigns into a year-round program of neurodiversity acceptance. This program is not meant to be token events, but rather the basis for what will become University mandated policy in neurodiversity accessibility training for professors, administrators, and student facing employees.

I have been asked not only to create a program of events spread throughout the year, but I have been asked to do it in a way that can transition into standardized policy.

How does this work?

Let’s take the issue of closed captioning. There is no requirement for professors to provide closed captioning on anything unless the Office of Disability Services informs the professor of formal accommodations. But why? Closed captioning doesn’t hurt anything, and it could easily be the difference between a B and an A for a student that needs it - perhaps not enough for them to request accommodation, but why shouldn’t they be able to fully understand the video?

I address this issue, perhaps, by presenting a lecture to students and faculty on the benefits of closed captioning for disabled and neurodiverse students. I make the argument that close captioning should be standard; that professors should only be using videos that include closed captioning and it should be turned on be default. Maybe I cite studies, maybe I include interviews of autistics or HoH/Deaf students ruminating on the differences between classes that provide it be default and those that don’t. Maybe some professors take this to heart, but most won’t.

After introducing these things, Dr. Hudson takes them to the administration. He shows them how the professors that listened were able to make the necessary changes, and makes the argument that it should be policy.

To be clear, Dr. Hudson has a lot of power within the school to address these specific issues. His job is explicitly about making this school accessible to underserved demographics in this city - from working class people to undocumented immigrants (we are a sanctuary school!), to physically disabled students, to neurodiverse students.

Let me repeat that - Dr. Hudson’s job is to make this school accessible. And believe me, he understands just what the significance is by saying accessible instead of accommodating. Best of all, when it comes to burden of proof required for him to change accessibility policy, I get the impression the bar is low. As long as he shows that it will probably help people, he has the power to make it happen.

And now?

I am the student responsible for bringing a broader neurodiversity awareness, acceptance, and accessibility to this school. I talk a lot about autism because that is what this blog is, but my role at school is about all neurodiversity. Depression, anxiety, psychosis, developmental disabilities, communication disabilities, learning disabilities, everything.

This is the work I wanted to do professionally after earning my masters degree or PhD. Instead, I start next week - as freshman in my second semester of undergraduate studies.

My wife, @paxardens and my partners @cassandrasimplex and @vulcanfeminist, my friends @alexithymia42, @elliottiguess and @stumble-tumble-bumble… they all played a huge role in helping me come to understand myself, love myself, and strive for more.

My activism? The way I want to approach bringing acceptance of neurodiversity and more importantly bring accessibility to neurodiverse people? That is powered by the support of my family, the women from my regular tea party that are my chosen family, and my friends; but it is built with the blueprint from my personal hero, Amythest.

I can’t wait to see what the next four years bring, and I can’t wait to share it with all of you. Whatever journey is ahead, it starts today; today, I follow in the path of my hero, and I couldn’t be happier.

anonymous asked:

(*) so this is a long rants, maybe dont publish it? Up to you, friend. I just need to talk to someone and I always like reading your response to anything so if you wouldn't mind.. I didn't hear the podcast, only from the transcript. And my readings probably not accurate. But, I have kinda similar experience with my job. Where sometime I couldn't help but wonder what the fuck am I doing here?? I get so frustrated, and Im not one to fume inside so I become very vocal with my bosses decision (**)

(**) concerning my job because they didn’t listen/read my report. And I’ll be embarrassed about my outburst but I couldnt stop and it brought me to tears sometime. And my peers cant understand the problem because they didn’t have to compromised professional integrity doing their job, they all have great relationship with our bosses. 1D come from TXF, a reality show in nature, so its gonna be full of fabricated dramatisation. As we know they were encouraged to act as certain character,

(***) although it could be derived from their true personality traits? Idk. Image is everything, even now 6 years later. I think Savan try to share his take on what happened, from a point of view of someone who already form an opinion and deemed they are not credible and consist of some talentless individual. At the end of the day, he come to do his job while the boys pursuing their dream. Louis got the opportunity to be in a vocal band, but got the least singing part. My point is, the boys

(****) My point is, the boys’ experience might be different from each other. They could empathise and I’m sure of it. They showed us they love and support and protect each other. Again, personality play a big roles on how yau handle hurts, disappointment and anger. So while all of the boys experience the exact same situation, it won’t affect them similarly. I feel like louis’s frustration translate into being ‘loud’ or probably argumentative. Savan’s fond memory of working with harry could also

Dear anon,

I might not have gotten last parts of this ask? If you have them, please send them.

First, thank you for understanding the complexity of the Golan/ Kotecha interview, for reading between the lines, and for articulating that in an empathetic way.

Now that we have all had time to digest it, I think it gives a lot of insight into the group dynamic.

Undoubtedly the powers-that-be have always seen One Direction as a manufactured product. Industry has never respected the band because of this background, despite the fact– the FACT not only voiced by fans but now, explicitly, by these two songwriters– that One Direction is not a typical boyband, that the talent is extraordinary, that their ambitions and their ability to learn the music business (from the creative to the business) was outsized.

And if Industry bothered to listen to pop podcasts, it would know that One Direction songs are actually, within the frame of their pop genre, quite good, considered by critics to be surprisingly good for a “manufactured product.”

I think Kotecha expressed his regret that 1. he underestimated them, 2. he let the psychological “mind fuck” –the antagonism he had with Louis– get in the way of helping them develop as artists, 3. he missed out on the biggest portion of their success, 4. he burned some bridges with them.

Kotecha is an incredible songwriter. I’m really glad he found his success with other big-name artists. He wrote my favorite AG song on Dangerous Woman, “Into You.”

The interview also revealed a lot about the band members’ state of mind through the first three albums. Kotecha states that none of the boys liked the music on Up All Night : it’s not music they are proud of, he says. If they disliked UAN, they would have recognized in the making of Take Me Home that Syco expected them to stay in this traditional boyband mode for all five albums– and perhaps they were already sensing the impetus to find a breakout solo act (Harry) so that the band wouldn’t finish their contract. They sensed it because that was the natural boyband trajectory, and had been for the last 30 years.

We talk about The Beatles being the first boyband, but of course, The Beatles were not put together on a reality talent show. No one expected the talent show band to last. No one expected them to have any creative or business talents. No one expected them to form any deep bonds with each other. No one expected them to do anything except bleat out tunes, look pretty, sell merch. No one expected these things because there was just no precedent. And now Kotecha’s interview basically confirmed all of this.

And imagine being in the boys’ shoes. Obviously they were going to sing whatever they were given in UAN: they were unknowns. They relied on industry experience to get to world-wide success. They would do whatever they were asked to do.

It was only after TMH, when their success became ever more apparent, that they had the courage to demand more. Even then, they were risking a lot to raise their voices. They could easily have been shouted down. And you’re right, anon, I think at some point, Kotecha felt like he was being attacked for doing exactly what he was hired to do. He felt an ownership for the creation of the 1D sound, and there was bloody mutiny from the bleating pretty faces– and not even from the talented one, or the singer.

And if Louis hadn’t been in the band, who knows who would have stepped into his place? Louis took a big risk (never play poker with him– his bluffs are deadly)– he could have been the one asked to leave. He was the loudest voice, but Kotecha sort of made it clear that it wasn’t only Louis who felt this way. Louis was simply the one willing to stick his neck out, to take the brunt of bad feelings. He risked his own career to make sure One Direction was in it for the long haul.

I wrote about “Strong” as a romantic song, but it could also be a song about camaraderie. “Waves try to break it”: it’s as poignant as any other reading.

Not only that, but Harry’s refusing to leave the band to be The Breakout Star also strengthened the band’s argument against management. They needed to be a united front, to argue for their creative independence. Perhaps Zayn’s willingness to give up on this united front is why bitter feelings ran so deeply during OTRA promo.

To Kotecha’s point about Harry’s songwriting chops, I think he is sincere. I think the songwriting community in pop music is a small one, and they don’t blow hot air around just for promo– the public doesn’t care if pop stars write their own songs, tbh. Indeed, it’s not the first time, second time, or even the tenth time we’ve heard from other songwriters that Harry is a pretty fucking good songwriter. I also think he and Harry are no longer in contact, at least not in any meaningful way, by the way Kotecha says “Harry probably would” [contact him]– at least, as of February 2016.

It’s weird, for me, to have this detailed, intimate snapshot of the band members circa 2011-2012. It adds to the complexity of the 1D boys as human beings, and I must say I love them more for this, for recognizing their mutual talents, for refusing to be ground down by the inevitable boyband gristmill, for having the vision to see their unknown futures and for wanting to be taken seriously as artists– risking their fame and celebrity in the process. They are a very special band.

It’s amazing how “readable” Darren can be on a red carpet. I still have to see the interview but I saw a bunch of rc videos and if you give him the opportunity to reply without trying to “embarrass” him, you can have wonderful pieces of interview. I saw two different reactions to the naked pic. The joke with the sun protection could have been good without the pic given to him. He became uncomfortable in 3,2, 1. And the interviewer didn’t understand this and trying to achieve the joke she only obtained a short answer full on second hand embarrassment that I can’t even. Another interviewer chose to do a lighter joke on it, without pic and he almost immediately related it to acs. This did the trick. Darren looked embarrassed as fuck but he laughed on it and talked about the pic, acs and Ryan Murphy. This is the difference between people able to do their work in the media and people who are not.

Like in the fandom: if you are able to see and work on the details with the good amount of “brain"and being respectful and observant the ride here is so much better.

The Frayed Ends Of Sanity

When SES Cruz walked into the offices of the BAU with two other Agents, the team knew something was wrong. Cruz gathered the team in Prentiss'office, a solemn look on his face.

“These are Agents Davidson and Killane from internal affairs. They’re here to interview you all separately. I need you to be honest with them, and not let your personal relationships cloud you.”

“Mateo,” Jennifer look over at her superior. Only she could get away with using his first name in front of other Agents. “What’s happened?”

“Dr Reid has been absent from work these last five days I understand?” he replied, glancing around the room and taking in the expressions of his team. JJ and Alvez nodded whilst the others began to look even more concerned than they already were.

“His - his mom was sick. She’s been staying with him for the past six months and he needed to take a few days out,” Jennifer’s heart had sank into the pit of her stomach the moment Spencer’s name had been mentioned. She’d spoken to him only four days ago, checking in with him that everything was okay. Since then, she’d not made the time to contact him, something she now felt incredibly guilty about.

“Diana Reid was found dead in Dr Reid’s apartment this morning. The ME will be examining the body shortly and CSI are on scene currently.”

Collectively the teams shoulders all slumped, the men in the team shaking their heads sadly whilst Penelope covered her mouth to stifle a sob. JJ tried to speak but found that she couldn’t, her mind instantly concentrating on one thing, that she needed to see Spencer.

Emily was more composed, having taken in the information that in their sudden sadness, the rest of her team had missed.

“Why are CSI on the scene? Why is it a scene, Cruz? And where is Spencer?”

Agent Davidson stepped forward, speaking for the first time since their arrival.

“This is exactly what we’d like to know Agent Prentiss.”

Over the next few hours as the team were interviewed one by one they learnt that Spencer had been missing for four days. The last contact he’d had was with JJ and when the call had been traced, it had put Spencer just outside of New York City. Since that last call, his phone had been switched off and Spencer had seemingly disappeared off the grid.

Had any of them suspected that anything was wrong with Spencer’s mental state, they’d all been asked.

Did any of them have any concerns about his relationship with his mother?

Did they know why he would be in New York city?

Did they believe that Spencer was capable of murder?

Over the next 48 hours, they were called back one by one for further questioning.

Did they know about Spencer’s trips to Mexico?

Did they know what he had been doing there?

Did they have any idea what the large withdrawals from his bank account that he’d been making over the last two years were for?

Did they believe that Spencer was capable of murder?

When the BAU finally managed to find out some information as to why they were being questioned like this, what they learnt was unbelievable to them.

In Spencer’s apartment CSI had recovered a broken syringe which when tested revealed a mixture of potassium chloride, pentobarbital and pancuronium bromide, the three drugs used in a lethal injection. A chemical spill on the carpet by his bed also revealed this drug mixure. In an unlocked safe in his wardrobe, they found bottles of a currently not FDA approved drug that was being tested in use with dementia and alzheimers patients. A drug that Spencer would not have been able to obtain legally. In his desk drawer, notebooks charting his mother’s progress, or rather lack of since she’d been ingesting this drug.

The ME had found traces of Spencer’s skin underneath Diana’s fingernails. Bruising around her mouth, as well as petechiae on the conjunctiva and the discovery of fibres the matched the material of the pillows on the bed led the ME to rule that death was asphyxiation, bringing the conclusion that she was smothered.

The final nail in the coffin was a discovery on Spencer’s laptop. A video made two years ago in which a seemingly lucid Diana Reid proclaimed that if her condition worsened to the point where she could no longer recognise her son or herself, that she wished to be euthanised. The time stamp on the video show that it had been replayed the date Spencer had called in sick to work.

All of these things had only one logical conclusion: that Spencer had killed his mother.

annaanonly  asked:

Hi. I don't know if you have plan to translate Kubo' interview in Pash March. But if could, could you please DON'T translate it? Especially the ep 10 part how she explained about the ring, marriage or club member thing. It's just a suggestion. Because western fans would probably not happy if they know what Kubo said about the ring. And we are all confused why she said that, it's illogic. So just to keep everyone in YOI fandom happy, could you don't translate it or just omit that sentence?

Hello! It happens to be the interview that I’m translating right now (I was too braindead yesterday night so it’s taking longer than I planned). I understand your point, however that’s something I really cannot do. I mean, I cannot skip an interview because it has some contents that might disappoint a part of the fanbase. If the creators meant certain scenes to have a certain meaning, and they decide to say out loud what that meaning is, unfortunately the only thing fans can do is come to terms with that. I personally don’t think that what she says in this interview is ruining their relationship, maybe also because the way I have always interpreted this scene (more exactly, the way I interpreted Yuuri’s reasoning behind his action) isn’t very far from that.

Saying what I think more in detail would require me to make a full post just about my personal analysis of their relationship, and that would be long, but anyway I just want to say that, as a person who likes Victor and Yuuri together, I personally do not feel that this interview is ruining their relationship or making it more shallow…

For the prompt 'Smile'

A/N: This is part wish fulfillment, part my reaction to the frankly amazing recent chapters by Nakamura-Sensei. This is my own kind of headcanon that’s developed about these two characters and is rather heavily dependent on all the character development that has occurred since the Dark Moon Wrap Party until the most recent chapter. This is for the Skip Beat celebration of KyokoxRen week on tumblr. For the prompt ‘Smile’

Also, I use the Japanese honorifics as I’m most used to hearing that from learning conversational Japanese. Additionally, Nakamura-sensei utilizes the inner thoughts of her characters to great effect, so I’ve done that as well. It’s denoted with ‘_’. 

This clocks in at around 9k so yeah…. Enjoy! 

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A lapse in fate | 3

pairing: Jean-François Mercier x Betty

rating: teen and up

word count: 3.5k

Genre: slow build romance, murder mystery

summary: WW2.  When Colonel Mercier recruits Betty for the Special Operation Executives— aka Churchill’s secret army— it’s her chance to escape her fate, at least temporarily. It seems like a good idea until she overhears a conversation she shouldn’t have and she has to work with Jean-François to stop a traitor in their midst.

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Chapter 3: Przedwiosnie

27 February 1942

“Oh, bugger, where’s me lipstick?”

Betty pulled the top drawer out of the bureau and emptied its content on the bed. She needed that lipstick. “Regimental red,” the shade was called. She had to look the part, like those ladies on recruitment posters, they always had perfect make up. She spotted her sister’s tube, but Margaret snatched it up before she could take a hold of it.

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The Importance of the Great Saiyaman

I was thinking about the Great Saiyaman mini-arc in Dragon Ball Super - probably the one and only time we’re going to see that costume in Super in a significant way, if the events of those episodes are to be believed, and thinking about what purpose those episodes served suddenly made me understand the relevance of the Great Saiyaman not only to the story Dragon Ball Super was attempting to tell, but to Gohan’s character in general.

In that I’d say the Great Saiyaman was in fact one of the most crucial parts of Gohan’s character once he ‘grew up’, which helped make him a protagonist that we could legitimately find compelling to watch (even if his stint as protagonist was brief).

People say the Great Saiyaman ruined Gohan? No. I think the Great Saiyaman saved Gohan.

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