Okay, I’m going to address a serious issue you here; usually I don’t post anything serious and about another band. But the picture above is a member of BTS(Bangtan Boys), Park Jimin, the reason why I’m talking about him is because of how skinny he’s got(photo on the left), it’s one thing to weight and gain muscle to be healthy, but he lost weight obviously not gaining any muscle. Jimin has always had some chub on him, he’s known for his cute chubby cheeks and thick thighs. But recently from the latest pictures posted from the airport and award shows there is a huge difference of his physical appearance in two comebacks. The picture on the right was two years ago and that was healthy, he was skinny but almost all of it was muscle. It’s alarming if you ask me, he’s really small now and he doesn’t even have muscle on him any more. Jimin is known for in the past to starve himself because of “fans” telling him he’s too chubby or he’s fat or that he felt like he was too big when he isn’t. He shouldn’t feel like he is too fat or needs to lose weight, and fans that tell him he does and doesn’t appreciate his body aren’t real fans. It’s his body he can have chub, it’s normal to have chub on your body. And saying that he can lose weight, IN A HEALTHY WAY NOT STARVING HIMSELF!!!! But he should be comfortable in his body!!! And not feel like he has to change for us!!! Or for anyone!!! It bothers me he does stave himself because it’s dangerous and unhealthy and I want him to be healthy and happy, and starving yourself doesn’t do that for you. His arms, neck, and face are smaller than before. It kills me to see idols, not just him to starve themselves to please fans, that shouldn’t be the case no matter what. It’s not about Jimin who has a history of starving to lose weight, many exo members, Seventeen members and Girl Groups have a history to starve themselves as well, in general I think it should all just stop together because there will be at one point an idol that will take starving too far and have a serious accident.
It doesn’t matter what we think, we should be glad they are alive and healthy and their bodies are none of our business because they aren’t ours to own or claim. I want Park Jimin to know that he was perfect the way he was and still his but he shouldn’t have to change his body for anything. I, and not just me love his cute personality and himself in general which is why it hurts me to see him starve himself again. You aren’t a real fan if you think that he should lose weight or any idol, let them be happy and healthy and I pray he eats well soon and gain some of bodyweight again because that boy shouldn’t have to feel like he’s fat. As long as he doesn’t lose anymore weight from this he looks healthy but still he is a lot more thinner. I posted this to make everyone aware of the fact that he has lost weight, I really hope it isn’t he’s back to bad habits and to bring light to a serious issue of idols starving themselves, not just him.
there’s an episode in season 7 of my little pony where rarity invites applejack to be on a panel of judges for a little fashion competition she’s holding–she thinks applejack will have a good eye for practicality and give her honest opinions. this goes poorly, of course. applejack doesn’t get fashion and she hates all the clothes because she wouldn’t wear any of it. this is someone who owns 20 of the same hat and basically no other clothes, after all. rarity’s feelings are hurt because she thinks applejack is disregarding all the work that goes into designing clothes and applejack goes “what? i was just giving my honest opinion”
so what rarity does to get applejack to understand how rude she’s being is she goes and knocks on the door of some random pony in town who absolutely hates apples with every fiber of her being. like HAAAATES them. it’s like she’s waited her whole fucking life to smugly tell applejack how much she hates apples. applejack gets frustrated but realizes that’s how she made rarity and the designers feel, yada yada yada they hug the end. but all i can think about is how rarity probably found this apple hating pony years ago and has been waiting a very long time to use this random stranger to her advantage in some disagreement with applejack
Lana Del Rey says Donald Trump helped shape her album ‘Lust For Life’ — and the world needs feminism more than ever. The singer has returned to the world of music with her fourth studio album in five years.
LANA DEL REY’s latest album glitters with an all-star cast. On ‘Lust For Life,’ her most impressive album yet, Lana teams up with heavyweights such as The Weeknd, Stevie Nicks, Sean Ono Lennon and A$AP Rocky.
They are the first collaborations in her career so far, which spans five studio albums, including four in the past five years — an impressive work rate for the Los Angeles-based star.
Hi i was wondering if i could request 13 reasons why imagine where the reader and Jeff have been dating for a couple months or an year…maybe have smut like they made love and then where Jeff passes away and maybe have the reader visit the grave with clay and tony to tell Jeff..that he was a dad.
WARNINGS: Fluff, smut, small swearing
“Atkins!” I scream when I see my boyfriend in the hallway. I jump in his arms wrap my legs around his torso and kiss him as if I didn’t see him in months when in reality is was literally two periods ago. I’m cheesy like that. We’ve been dating for over a year now, but everyday feels like we started dating yesterday. He never seizes to amaze me. He surprises me with flowers and I still get anxious and excited like a little girl when we go out on dates. He still does things like climb through my window even though my parents basically forced a key on him. He even does things like come over at 2am when I joke about being scared. He’s just the best boyfriend in the world.
“Hey baby” he laughs as he kisses me back. “You ready to go”
“Yes, it’s Friday and I’ve never been happier” I slide my hand in his as we walk out the school building earning a ‘bye’ or ‘what up’ from people.
As we walked to my house, Jeff kept telling me corny jokes and pick-up lines he found online last night trying to make me laugh.
“Babe, knock knock?”
“Not another one J.”
“Baaabe knock knock, come on last one I promise.”
“You said that three jokes ago” I whine.
“Oh. Knock knock?”
“Who’s there?” I sigh.
“A broken pencil” he smiles.
“A broken pencil who” I sigh, already knowing the joke.
“Never mind it’s poin-”
“Pointless” I say as I laugh dramatically. He looks at me seriously for interrupting his corny joke.
“Sorry baby, love you!” I try to kiss him the rest of the way home as he pretends to be mad at me.
As we walk in, he stills pretend to be mad when he stomps into my room and close the door. He closes me out my room. My room.
“Babe really” I laugh.
“Do a knock knock joke then you can come in.”
“Well then I’m going to go take a nap”
“No!” I roll my eyes as if he can see it. “Fine babe…knock knock”
“Who’s there” he cooed.
“Al.” I smirk.
“Al strip for you if you open this door” I smirk biting my lip. As soon as I said that, the door swung open and I’m met with Jeff’s lips as he pulls me inside. He shuts the door and pushes me up against it.
“No need to do that” he whispers in my ear. He starts kissing and sucking on my neck and pulls up the dress I’m wearing. He slides his hands under my underwear to my butt and pulls me to him.
“J-Jeff” I moan. He looks at me and bit his lip as he throws the dress off, leaving me in just my bra and panties. He scans my body as I turn my head, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He moves my head to face him and I see such admiration in his eyes.
“You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” When he said that I wanted nothing more than to feel him on me. I throw my arms around his neck and hungrily kiss him. He grabs my legs and I jump on him as he moves us to the bed. He hovers over me as he deepens the kiss. He puts his hand behind my neck to pull me closer to him. He rubs my thigh up and down as he slowly peppers kisses all over my neck and chest. He’s painfully teasing and I can’t take it.
“Jeff” I whisper.
“I need you” he looks at me and simply smiles.
He continues to kiss my neck as he unclasp my bra. He starts sucking my breast and massaging the other as I run my hands through his hair. He does the same to the other and I’m a moaning mess.
“Jeff please” I moan.
“We’re almost there baby” he whispers.
He kisses down my stomach and thigh slowly, never breaking his stare from me. I whine again as he comes back and goes back to sweetly kissing me. I groan from the friction of my almost bare core against his jeans and wiggle for him to get the idea. He does and pulls off his jeans and I hastily pull off his shirt.
“Someone is ready” he giggles. I roll my eyes and roughly palm his member through his boxers making him grunt.
“Someone is hard” I mimic smirking. He tries to keep his groans in until I full on grab him and he does a full moan. Now he’s the frantic one as he rips my underwear off of me. Literally.
“Jeff!” I scream.
“Sorry baby, I’ll get you another one” he smirks. He slides his hands all over my body, making me shiver.
“You like that?” he asks. I nod as he slips a finger in me and goes back to kissing. I whimper from his touch and go for his underwear. I push them down and his member springs out. He kicks them off and slides two fingers in this time. I moan into his mouth as he goes at a fast pace. I let out more moans as I start to get close.
“Jeff baby, I’m abou-” when I said that, Jeff pulled his fingers away and I frown.
“I want to feel you cum, not with my fingers” he smirks.
He grabs a condom out his wallet from his pocket and slide it on. He gives me a look for confirmation and I nod, just wanting to feel him already. He pushes his length into me. At first it hurt, but it always does when we have sex because of his huge size. The longer he’s in me, the more I get used to it. He pushes in slowly and draws out a little. I start to moan as I connect my lips with his. As he picks up his pace, I dig my nails into his back. He hooks my legs over his shoulder and I scream a little.
“Je-OH My fuck!” he’s directly hitting my g-spot and I can’t even think. I moan louder as I grab the pillow under my head, arching my back.
“Fuck princess! you feel good” he moans.
“H-harder J-Jeff!” He goes harder and I start almost full on screaming. As we both are climaxing, Jeff pulls out and puts me on all fours. He pushes back in and grabs my breast from behind. I lean back as he kisses my neck while pounding into me. He moans into my ear as I hold the back of his neck. I can’t control my moans and screams and neither can he. They come out louder as he hits the right spot over and over again. As we get closer, I fall onto my hands and Jeff holds my waist. He roughly rubs me with his fingers as I scream to let go of my release.
“J-JEFF!” I scream.
He cums shortly after I do and collapse next to me. We lay there in a comfortable silence while I rest my head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around me. Both still out of breath, he looks over to me.
“Who’s there” I laugh.
“I love who?” I say, letting him finish it this time for his sake.
“I love you” He smiles as he kisses me.
“My corny boyfriend” I laugh.
“You guys have been inseparable all night my gosh” Jessica drunkenly laughs. Me and Jeff look at each other and chuckle, knowing exactly why. We have been at Jessica’s party for a while now and have been sitting on the couch with Jessica, Bryce, and Zach.
“Leave them alone babe, that’s how we are” Justin laughs.
“Oh, you get me flowers?” when Justin doesn’t answer, all of us start cracking up.
“Well I’m going to get a beer, you guys want one?” Zach asks as he gets up.
“Nah no thanks man, my girl will kill me cause I’m the driver tonight” I smile when he said that, happy that he cares about his well being. We continue talking to our group of friends and have a pretty good time.
“Where is Clay and Hannah” I whisper in his ear.
“Somewhere around here, probably upstairs, I did my meddling for the night and got them together.”
“Aw how noble of you” I giggle, pinching his cheeks. “Thank you ma’am”.
“See! look at them, they are perfect” Jessica playfully whines.
“Shut up!” Justin say as he grabs her face and start full on making out. Everyone starts ewing and shooing them off the couch.
“Get a room!”
“Jess, your room is upstairs!”
“Get it Foley!”
Justin flips us all off, never breaking their kiss and we all laugh. Monty taps Jeff on the shoulder and screams over the loud music.
“Yo bro you still doing the beer run!?”
Jeff got up and nodded his head, “Yeah shit I almost forgot”
I got up with him, frowning and grab his arm before he could go anywhere, “Babe do you have to go? I’m pretty sure there is enough beer, just not enough for every single person to get ass faced drunk.”
He kissed my forehead and smiled, “I’ll be right back babe I promise”. I pick up my bag and turn towards him, “Okay then I’m coming with you”.
“Baby, you have to watch out for Clay and Hannah remember, I’ll be back in 15 minutes then we can leave right after.”
I sigh still not liking this. I know he didn’t drink anything, but I’m still nervous for him to be out this late. What if someone else out there is drunk driving? I tell myself its fine and nod my head.
“Okay fine, just be careful J.”
“I will baby, I love you.”
“I love you too.” he gives me a peck on the lips and I hold onto his hand and let it slide out once he got to far to reach it. I watch him walk out the door and sit back down onto the couch, waiting for his return.
*4 Weeks Later*
Life is unfair. Life is so unfair. Why him? Why Jeff? Why my boyfriend. Such an amazing boyfriend. Is the best. Was the best. I stare down at his tombstone and couldn’t stop my tears from falling. So many tears. I found myself screaming at night. If I wasn’t screaming I was just silent. Completely silent. I mean was there for me to say? He’s gone. Jeff Atkins is gone. Never to hold me again, never to make me feel better, never to get me the flowers, never to throw rocks outside my window. I bend down and touch his stone.
“I-I m-miss you so much” my voice cracks. “Why d-did you h-have to leave m-me?” I start crying harder. This is my first time being at his grave, due to the fear of seeing him. The fear of seeing reality of this situation.
“Y-you would b-be so happy right now” I hiccup as I touch my stomach. I felt the little bump and smile through my tears.
“Y-you would have told him knock knock jokes” I laugh to myself, “or her”.
“Y-you would have t-taught baseball terms” I smile.
“You would h-have been the perfect dad” I cried looking down at him, “the best”.
I put the roses he always got me onto his grave and wiped my tears, even though they kept coming down. I kissed my finger and touched them against his stone that read
World’s greatest son
world’s best companion
Even a better dad
Gone but never forgotten.
“I love you Jeff”I got up and continued crying as both Tony and Clay stood there respectfully and silent, waiting for me to finish. I smile lazily at them and hooked my arm into both of theirs as we walked out of the graveyard. I look back one more time and thought to myself ‘the love of my life might be gone, but he will forever live on in my heart’
A/N - Omgg!! I cried making this ending. It was so sad to me. I hope you guys liked it and love you guys for all your support. Your imagines are not forgotten.
Positive analysis below! Please please please give it a read!!
Interviewer: *giggling a little* There seem to be shippers out there that wanna ship uh, Lance and Keith together. *Lauren giggles a little* So, uh are there going to be any hints of that at all, like okay they’re friends or they’re starting to become friends?
Lauren: I think we have just a very natural arc in mind for those two, which is they start out very much at odds but then they grow to kinda respect each other. And if that leans into people being like ‘they’re spending time together’ then that’s a thing but we’re not trying to bait anyone.
Joaquim: Everyone can have their ship
Lauren: Yeah! Everyone’s allowed, and we’re not trying to cater to or bait anyone into anything, we’re just trying to do what’s right for the story
Interviewer: Okay, okay, that’s fair
*they all laugh*
Joaquim: We also try not to be overtly affected by what popular opinion might be.
Interviewer: Well that’s good, you wanna tell your story
Lauren: We’re working in animation our schedule is so far advanced that even if people shipped Keith and Lance, we couldn’t go back and change the story and be like: ‘Now they’re in love!’
Joaquim: We’re already years past that story line
The laughter. Both the interviewer and Lauren are giggling at the start, and whilst the interviewer seems almost to be mocking klance, Lauren just seems kinda awkward, it’s almost as if Lauren is joining in because the interviewer is doing it. Now obviously, I’m not either of those people so I can’t say for sure, but to me it does not seem like Lauren is mocking klance.
‘Natural arc’ to me seems like a good thing! It shows us that Keith and Lance develop in maturity and respect for each other in a way that is genuine and not at all forced! Gimme that slow burn goodness!!
Lauren seems totally cool with people shipping Klance and even tells us that Keith and Lance will be ‘spending time together’!! That is 100% a good thing!!
For me the most important part of this interview was when they both said that they aren’t trying to ‘bait’ anyone. I think this could mean either two things:
1) They have seen the backlash online when the media queer baits, see ships like Destiel for more info, and because they don’t make klance happen romantically they want to cover their arses.
2) They do make Klance happen and they’re explicitly telling us that it isn’t ‘baiting’ because there is an actual canon queer couple!!
I believe reason number 2, because I have faith in Klance, see @koganya ‘s giant post about klance to see why I feel this way!
Futhermore, the fact that they tell us that they aren’t trying to ‘cater’ to klance shippers makes it clear to me that we will see lots of klance development, and Lauren and Tim want us to know that klance was planned from the start and not because of the massive online following. This point is only backed up by their emphasis on the fact that they wrote these episodes ‘years’ ago.
Lauren’s declaration that they can’t go back in time and change the story so it’s like Bam! ‘Now they’re in love’ only solidifies the fandom’s assumptions that klance will be a slow burn ship, and links back to her earlier statement that klance has a ‘natural arc’. This does not mean that klance is off the table, only that we will have to wait longer to see it become canon!
I hope that you leave this post feeling more positive about klance, feel free to add more comments and theories :)
Can I ask why everyone thinks that Azula is Zuko’s little sister?
Because unless it was stated somewhere that Azula is 14 in the show, I’m kind of leaning towards her being older than Zuko. And I do actually have a few reasons for thinking this.
1. It was stated by Ozai in the episode Zuko Alone that Azula was named after her grandfather Azulon.
And usually, it is the first born child that is named after a grandparent or parent. And if Zuko was the first born why wouldn’t he be named Azulon? (And I know some of you are thinking, uh duh, because Ozai hated Zuko) But Zuko would have been a newborn baby, there was no way for Ozai to know he would dislike Zuko and thus save the name for his second child. That doesn’t make sense.
2. Now, this might seem off point but stay with me here. So you guys remember Tom-Tom?
Yeah, Mai’s little brother. We know that he is 2 years old, and then later in the show, it is said that Mai is fifteen years older than her brother. Making Mai 17. And I just always assumed that Azula would be around her friend’s age. She is the same size and looks no younger than Mai.
Of course, that is more my opinion than fact, but I still feel that Azula would be close to Mai’s age. And she can’t be sixteen because we all know that Zuko is sixteen, so unless they are twins, that can’t be.
And we do in fact know that Zuko is sixteen because even though that was never said outright, when Zuko confronted his father he said “My father, who challenged me a thirteen-year-old boy, to an Agni Kai,”
And in the first season, while yelling at Zhao, Zuko says, “I’ve been searching for the Avatar for three years now,”
Proving to us that Zuko is sixteen. Meaning that if Azula is older she would have to be at least 17 if not older.
3. Now, this is more my opinion again. But throughout the whole show Azula refers to Zuko as ‘Zuzu’, and I feel like that is something an older sibling would do rather than a younger.
Of course, we’re talking about Azula here. So really she is probably doing this just to get under Zuko’s skin, and to make him feel inferior because we all know she is a huge manipulator.
4. Okay, now this is the one that always had me thinking that Azula was the older sibling. So like I said before we know Zuko was 13 when his father burned and banished him.
This is what Zuko looked like at thirteen. And he does look a lot younger. You can tell this was years ago.
Now, look at Azula in the crowd watching.
She looks almost the exact same. Zuko is clearly younger in this flashback, but Azula looks fully grown, and that was three years ago.
And as a kid watching the show, that proved to me that she was the older sibling. And up until recently I still thought that. But now I am seeing all these posts about Azula being a 14yo. Which, is of course freakin awesome, because that means she was that cunning and evil at just 14.
But it took away a lot of the aspects of her that made me really fear Azula as a character.
As an older sibling myself, I found it really cruel and scary that Azula would hunt down and try to kill her little brother. (It is horrible whether she is younger or older) but it hit me harder thinking that she was going after a younger sibling rather than an older.
If you are an older sibling than you know even if you don’t get along with your younger sibs, you still feel protective and want them to strive. And so the fact that Azula was always so cruel towards Zuko made her seem more evil to me.
She also always knew how to manipulate and push Zuko’s buttons. And I always felt that for Zuko that would be a scary and uncomfortable thing to deal with. And if Azula is older, then there would be that want to impress her in some ways, and feeling less than her in other ways. Making him even easier to manipulate.
And that was a main part of why I found Azula so evil. Because she should have felt protective towards her brother, but to her, everything was just striving towards power, it showed that she really didn’t have a lot of humanity in her. And I think that point was shown in her breakdown.
And not only did this make Azula seem even crueler as a character to me. But it made Zuko’s choices more clear as well.
If Azula is older, Zuko would still want to impress her. Just like he strived to impress his father. Maybe he didn’t want her love. But he would want her respect. And as a younger sibling, I can see him trying to also achieve this. He would feel that he had more to prove.
And to me, this showed even more character in Zuko when he did leave everything behind. Because he knew that he would be leaving his sister and father behind (not that he cared about their love at this point) but I think that must have been a terrifying thing to do on his part. Because now he will be on the opposite side again. And even if Zuko didn’t think he would be facing his father again, I bet you he knew he would be facing his manipulative sister again.
And it would have been much easier for him to just leave it be, or to even just go hide somewhere where he wouldn’t be found. Because facing Azula again and again would be hard, especially when she knew right where to hit him to make it really hurt.
And that is why the last Agni Kai felt like the final step for Zuko in redeeming himself. (At least for me) Because he was standing up to someone that must have been scary for him to face, he was putting it to an end, and it a way saying ‘I don’t need to bow down or be scared of you’, because at this point Azula probably didn’t seem as scary to Zuko as she had always seemed while growing up.
So Azula being the the older sibling not only made her seem eviler, in my opinion, it made Zuko seem even braver.
So unless proven otherwise, I think I’ll stick to my headcanons.
Maggie Stiefvater talks 'All the Crooked Saints,' and here's a first look at the cover
Maggie Stiefvater may have concluded the Raven Cyclejust last year, but the author already has a new stand-alone YA novel hitting shelves later this year.
The book, titled All the Crooked Saints, takes place in the 1960s in Bicho Raro, Colorado and follows the lives of three members of the Soria family-each of whom is searching for their own miracle. There’s Beatriz, who appears to lack feelings but wants to study her mind; Daniel, the “Saint” of Bicho Raro, a miracle worker for everyone but himself; and Joaquin (a.k.a. Diablo Diablo), who runs a pirate radio station at night.
Adding to the mystery (and magic) of the book is the book’s intriguing cover-which EW is pleased to reveal exclusively below.
“There are owls in the book because owls are a very scientific creature that gets credited with a lot of magical superstitions,” Stiefvater tells EW. “There are roses in the book because roses are a very magical flower that take a lot of science to truly understand. Put that together and well - as the kids say, that’s it. That’s the book.”
With Stiefvater’s latest novel set to hit stores on Oct. 10, EW caught up with the bestselling author to find out more about what’s in store for readers, her process, and of course, her upcoming Ronan Lynch trilogy.
ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: All three of your characters are looking for a miracle. What do miracles, or the idea of miracles mean to them? MAGGIE STIEFVATER: Miracles! Miracles! Miracles! This book is full of them. I was taught by nuns for the first dozen years of my life, and so I was raised with a pantheon of peculiar saints: decapitated saints who carried their own severed head through the streets of cities, saints who exorcised demons from the bottoms of milk pails, saints who flew unexpectedly.
The Soria family are saints as well, and the miracle they perform for pilgrims to Bicho Raro is as strange as most miracles are: They can make the darkness inside you visible. Once the pilgrims see their inner darkness face to face, it’s up to them to perform another miracle on themselves: banishing the darkness for good. It can be a tricky business to vanquish your inner demons, even once you know what they are, but the Sorias are forbidden to help with this part. They’ve all been told that if a Soria interferes with the second miracle, it will bring out their own darkness, and a saint’s darkness, so the story goes, is a most potent and dangerous thing.
The three cousins in the story all have their own relationship with the family miracles: Daniel, the current acting Saint of Bicho Raro, wants to help the pilgrims overcome their darkness through holiness and empathy. Beatriz, on the other hand, would prefer if the Sorias approached the miracle from a more logical and scientific place. And Joaquin is less interested in miracles and more interested in broadcasting rock & roll from a pirate radio station in the back of a battered box truck.
How did you come up with the name “Bicho Raro”? I’d just finished writing the rather heavy final installment of the Raven Cycle, and I thought it would be nice to switch things up with something playful and - dare I say it? “Feel good”? Does that sound like a Stiefvater novel to you?
So I tried to be as playful in my language as I could. I figured if my words were frolicking, readers might too. “Bicho raro” (“rare bug”) is just a little way to speak fondly about odd people, like “strange bird” or “odd duck.” It’s less about the Soria family themselves and more about the varied pilgrims who come to Bicho Raro.
What inspired the novel’s setting? Three years ago, I convinced Scholastic that instead of flying to all of my tour events for Sinner, the companion book to the Shiver trilogy, I would instead drive my 1973 Camaro to them. Seven thousand miles, coast to coast, just an American girl in a muscle car, seeing the breadbasket of our fine country while hawking a novel about burned-out werewolves - nothing could go wrong.
Spoiler: Everything went wrong. I spent my time evenly divided between meeting readers and repairing the Camaro by the side of the road.
At one point, the brakes went out (for the second time), and I coasted into an auto repair shop in Del Norte, Colorado. The sun was white, the air was dust, and the mountains were sharp as hell all around. While I waited for the mechanic to take a look at my brake lines, the receptionist told me tall tales and ghost stories about straight-arrow desert roads and demons dancing in the dust and strangers appearing in the night.
I thought to myself: This is where my next novel takes place.
What made you decide to set All the Crooked Saints in the 60s? Is there something in the history of Colorado at that time that speaks to you? Music! Music! Music! When I was growing up in the 80s, my father always had the radio set to the Golden Oldies - I didn’t realize, in fact, that it wasn’t contemporary music. I thought Del Shannon and Patsy Cline and the Byrds were everyone’s current groove. Even after I discovered differently, it didn’t matter; that music had become the sound of my childhood. There’s something about 60s music and the 60s in general that I think pairs perfectly with a novel about the teen experience - 60s America was going through an adolescence in a lot of ways, and it was a time of mystical joy, innocence lost, increasingly uncomfortable self-awareness of the limitations of tradition, and colorful agitation for change, all of it emotional and urgent. If that’s not a description of being a teen, I don’t know what is.
I’ve been dying to write a novel steeped with the music of that time for about five years now, and for this one, it made sense. I had an incredibly grand and self-indulgent time listening to the music Joaquin and Beatriz spin in their covert broadcasts.
Your work has always been infused with aspects of magical realism. What would you say are some of your influences? Magic! Magic! Magic! For this book in particular, Isabel Allende, Gabriel Garca Mrquez, Erick Setiawan, Ali Shaw, and maybe even John Irving - I have read a lot of wonderful magic realism and wry, intimate family stories over the last decade, and Saints is my affectionate nod to them. It was also informed by movies, though - I really wanted to capture the mood of films like Big Fish, Chocolat, and Amlie. That whimsy and magic and nostalgia. These are strange, hard times that we’re living in, and I wanted to write about magic - I always do - but I also felt like I wanted to leave readers with something that made them happy, hopeful, and excited about all the odd miracles that exist in the world and in themselves.
Of course, I have to ask one question about the upcoming Ronan trilogy. Is there anything you could tease about it? Insert, Stiefvater said, an enigmatic smile here.
All the Crooked Saints will be available for purchase on Oct. 10.
As a fiction editor, I read a lot of manuscripts by beginning fiction writers that fall flat because they haven’t settled on a clear and consistent point of view for their story. In my experience, many new writers take point of view for granted, focusing instead on plot, character, and world-building. While those elements are important, too, point of view, in my opinion, is one of the most crucial (and complicated!) elements of storytelling. Simply stated, if you don’t have a clear point of view, you don’t have a clear story.
But if you’re struggling with it, don’t worry! Point of view can be difficult and take a long time to master. To get you started, here are 6 questions to answer for yourself about the point of view in your story. (If you’re writing with multiple POV, you would want to ask these questions for every POV character in the story):
1. Who speaks?
Is it a main character? The town gossip? The dog? The author? God?
2. To whom?
Who is the narrator speaking to? A reader? Another character in the story? Their dead mother, to whom they are writing a letter (e.g. if the story is in the epistolary form). To the judge and jury?
3. With what tone or attitude?
Sarcastic? Earnest? Deceitful? The narrator’s personality as well as how they view the assumed listener/reader and how they view themselves will inform this. Think about how different the tone of Lolita would have been if Humbert Humbert were writing to Lolita herself about the events, rather than to those who accused him of a crime. If the story is told in past tense, is there a difference between how the narrator viewed the events while they were happening versus how they reflect upon them now?
4. In what form?
Is this narrative a diary? A journal? A steam-of-consciousness? A straight-forward story? A verbal account? A dispatch?
5. At what distance?
Consider intimacy as well as how much time as passed since the events of the story. Is your story told in the present tense, with the narrator revealing every single thought and emotion to the reader? Or is your narrator keeping the reader at a distance and not revealing too much about their inner landscape? If your story is in the past tense, have the events of the story happened 5 years ago? 25? 100? Yesterday?
6. With what limitations?
Whose interior thoughts and feelings does your narrator have access to? Only their own? Every character in the story? What other limitation might they have in their perception of the story? Perhaps they are 95 years old and their memory is fading. Maybe they are a child. They could be sick and unable to leave the house. Or they could be neurodivergent, like the narrator of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time. What limitations does your narrator have in terms of what they can see, hear, do, perceive, and thus report to the reader?
Hope this helps! More writing advice and other literary nonsense @bucketsiler
Armin: After being attacked by a group of titans that suddenly appeared
within Wall Rose, the cadets of 104th Survey Corps (including Reiner Braun and
Bertolt Hoover) have met up with the Eren Yeager’s troop. While resting on top
of the wall, Reiner and Bertolt confessed that they were titan-shifters. Using
the outstanding power of the Armored and Colossal titans, Reiner and Bertolt
captured Eren and Ymir and fled for the forest of giant trees within Wall
Maria, where they were planning to recover and wait until night falls to avoid
facing the titans scattered around the area.
Reiner: *heavy breathing* We’ve finally made it to here… Bertolt, how
is Eren? Bertolt: Just like Ymir, he’s still unconscious. R: I see. It’s no wonder - both of his arms were gone when I ripped him
out of his titan’s nape. I doubt he’ll be able to go on a rampage when he wakes
up. It was so much harder to deal with him than I had imagined though. B: Yeah. R: I didn’t expect him to use those fighting techniques. I used to hold
back on him during the hand-to hand combat training. B: Maybe he used some of Annie’s techniques? They often trained
together. R: Whatever the case, we only captured Eren thanks to you. I wouldn’t
have made it without you. B: It was only because you, Reiner, lured him to the perfect spot and
gave me a signal. I had nothing to do with that. R: No, you have the strongest abilities of all. You don’t need to wait
for my instructions all the time. You should act on your own, at least a
little! B: Right… R: Ok… I think we should put on the vertical maneuvering equipment we
took. It’s swarming with titans down there. B: If that crowd attacks us, even with our titan powers we won’t be able
to reach the wall, especially if we have to carry Eren and Ymir with us. R: It means we’ll have to wait until night falls. We don’t have any food
or water, and we haven’t slept since yesterday – we’ve been fighting without
any shut-eye. But we won’t let them devour us! B: Yeah… R: It’s just a little bit more… We’ll survive and return home, no matter
what it takes. B: Yes, we’ll return! We’ve at least made it this far. R: So traitors, huh? … B: It can’t be helped! We aren’t soldiers, we’re warriors! That’s who we
always were! R: I know that, but… what will Connie, Jean and the rest say when they
find out? B: Reiner… you’ve spent too much time living together with those guys! I
mean, of course you’d feel this way, we’ve spent 3 long years there, after all! R: Yeah… I guess you’re right… we’ve been through harsh training together,
we’ve had conversations about everything, we even promised to all go out
drinking together if we all managed to get out of it alive… B: Yes. R: Oh man, Bertolt, the way they predicted the weather based on the
unbelievable poses you made while sleeping! I still remember the “garrison
officer is searching for the toilet” one! What a masterpiece! I’ve never
laughed that hard in my entire life! B: When I woke up, I couldn’t tell why everyone was on the floor
laughing… *chuckles* R: So many memories… B: Yeah… But… it’s all in the past now. R: True… You’re right… It’s all in the past… It’s all over–No. We have
to end this with our own hands. B: Yes! R: Hey, Bertolt… do you regret it? B: You just said it yourself – we have to fulfill our duty, even if we
don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong. We have to stay true as warriors and
follow through on the decisions we’ve made until the bitter end. R: Yeah. B: Our fate was decided 5 years ago when we breached the wall and took
all those lives… no, even before that – when we were sent on this mission. R: You’re right. Somebody had to do it. B: Of course, nobody does this because they want to. R: Bertolt… B: When I was pretending to be a soldier, I could escape from what I’d
done for just a little while… I really could think of them all as my friends.
You feel the same, don’t you, Reiner?: Yeah… R: Yeah… B: Not all of our words were lies… I know it may sound like a silly
excuse. But it’s not surprising that they’ve labeled us traitors now. We’re not
the people they used to know! R: You’re right… There’s no point in dwelling upon what’s already
happened. We can’t and won’t turn back now. B: Yeah. That’s why we have to fulfill our mission as warriors and
return home! R: Yes, we’ll do it, no matter what it takes!
Armin: In a few hours, Ymir regained consciousness, and then Eren
followed suit, as well.
I made decision to make my own post each day, so for today it is 99 thought provoking question.
You can use them for your bullet journal, for your followers to ask you or just to help you with discovering yourself. I think it’s important to try answer it, because not that you will just learn about yourself but you will get new ideas and things to think about.
I really enjoy them, so I wanted to share with you.
*Some of them are from internet, some straight out of my head.*
If you could make a 30 second speech to the entire world, what would you say?
If you were going to die at midnight, what would you be doing at 11:45pm?
If you had all the money in the world but still had to have some kind of job, what would you choose to do?
What do you regret most so far in life?
How can you apply the lesson you learned from that regret to your life TODAY?
If you lost everything tomorrow, whose arms would you want to run into? Does that person know how much they mean to you?
Do you fear death? If so, do you have a good reason?
When will you be good enough for you? Is there some breaking point where you will accept everything about yourself?
Is the country you live in really the best fit for you?
What would people say about you at your funeral?
What do you believe stands between you and complete happiness?
At what age is a person an adult? Why do you think so?
How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
If your entire life was a movie, what title would best fit?
If you could ask a single person one question, and they had to answer truthfully, who and what would you ask?
If you could start over, what would you do differently?
Would you break the law to save a loved one?
Are you holding onto something that you need to let go of? What’s stopping you?
Do you ask enough questions, or are you happily settling for what you know already?
When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you have done?
When was the last time you tried something new?
What were you doing when you last lost track of the time?
If you had to teach someone one thing, what would you teach
What can you do today that you couldn’t do a year ago? What will you be able to do at this time next year?
What do you really love to do? Do you do it often? If you answer no, why not?
What is the last thing that you’ve done that’s really worth remembering?
What gets you excited and driven to achieve?
If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you?
If you could ask for one wish, what would it be?
What do you “owe” yourself?
When you think of your home, what immediately comes to mind?
How do you spend the majority of your free time? Why?
What did you want to be when you were a kid?
What have you done to pursue your dreams lately? How about today?
What terrifies you the most?
What are you looking forward to?
Describe the greatest adventure of your life
Where would you like to live? Why haven’t you moved?
What have you done that you’re most proud to have achieved?
If you dropped everything to pursue your dreams, what would you be risking?
What is your greatest strength?
What is your greatest weakness?
What did your life teach you yesterday?
What have you done today to make someone’s life better?
Whose life have you had the greatest impact on?
What makes you special?
How many people do you truly love? What are you doing for them?
What bad habits do you want to break?
When did you not speak up, when you know you really should have?
Describe the next five years of your life, and your plans, in a single sentence
If you spend a day watching movies when you should be working a day wasted or well spent?
Would your life be better or worse, if you knew the time and place where you would die?
What is honor, and does it even matter anymore?
Would you accept the job if you got it with connection?
What would happen if you never wasted another minute of your life, what would that look like?
Do you consider yourself open minded?
What have you given up on?
Are you brainwashed by media?
Think again, are you brainwashed by media?
Which is worse, failing or never trying?
If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?
If the average human life span was 40 years, how would you live your life differently?
Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things?
You’re having lunch with three people you respect and admire. They all start criticizing a close friend of yours, not knowing she is your friend. The criticism is distasteful and unjustified. What do you do?
Would you rather be a worried genius or a joyful simpleton?
Why are you, you?
Have you been the kind of friend you want as a friend?
Which is worse, when a good friend moves away, or losing touch with a good friend who lives right near you?
What are you most grateful for?
Would you rather lose all of your old memories, or never be able to make new ones?
Is is possible to know the truth without challenging it first?
Has your greatest fear ever come true?
Do you remember that time 5 years ago when you were extremely upset? Does it really matter now?
What is your happiest childhood memory? What makes it so special?
At what time in your recent past have you felt most passionate and alive?
If not now, then when?
If you haven’t achieved it yet, what do you have to lose?Have you ever been with someone, said nothing, and walked away feeling like you just had the best conversation ever?
Would you rather have less work to do, or more work you actually enjoy doing?
Do you feel like you’ve lived this day a hundred times before?
What are your 2am thoughts?
It’s not about who you miss at 2am when you’re lonely, it’s about who you miss at 2pm when you’re busy. Who is it?
Would you be willing to reduce your life expectancy by 10 years to become extremely attractive or famous?
What would make you end relationship?
Decisions are being made right now. The question is: Are you making them for yourself, or are you letting others make them for you?
4. What’s the wisest thing you have ever heard, not read, someone say?
Have you had situation that is just like from movies?
Do you say ‘yes’ too often when you really want to say ‘no’? Why?
What do I need to change about myself?
Is it more important to love or be loved?
How many of my friends would I trust with my life?
Do you really listen when people talk to you?
What are your most common negative thoughts? Are they logical?
Based on your current day-to-day life, what do you expect to achieve in 5 years from now?
Do the people in your life bring the best out of you?
How often do you make excuses?
How often do you break your promises?
How would you want people to describe you in three words?
Will you raise your children the way you were raised?
Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour. Pairing: Yoongi | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU Word Count: 7,692 Author’s Note: Now, I don’t want to give away too much of this chapter right off the bat, but I’m giving this chapter an ‘M’ rating for a reason.
A lot of things have changed in the past 2 years—you are the last person who would ever try to deny that.
For instance, you don’t know if Yoongi still likes caramel macchiato with his two shots of espresso, or if he still reaches out to cling for the nearest source of warmth while remaining on the brink of unconsciousness, or even if music is still the most important thing in his life. You don’t know if he can still record the lyrics floating around in his mind as easily as gathering strings of cotton candy, or if he hides his emotions underneath miles and miles of apathy. There’s a lot of things you no longer know about Yoongi. You’ve changed a lot in 2 years and it would be foolish and naive to assume that Yoongi had not.
But there’s one thing you know has not changed over the course of that time, and that was how naturally you could fold yourself into Yoongi’s touch, how his lips could still light all the nerves underneath your skin like fire, sparking you into life, and how readily you could feel yourself responding to him.
When Yoongi dives back into for another kiss, one that contains just as much passion, anger, remorse, and desperation as the first one, you can’t deny on returning the gesture with equal frenzy. He still does good in making your mind spin like a top, your sense of gravity severely distorted as you feel like you might topple over if you don’t grip onto the closest thing that just so happens to be the fabric of Yoongi’s t-shirt. The material is soft in between your fingers, clenching it to pull him closer and he doesn’t protest. The kiss is hard, teeth and tongue and shallow breathing as Yoongi grips the edges of the makeup counter behind you as a means to cage you in and keep himself grounded.
What if Chloe starts being bullied when she enters lycée?
She’s suddenly in a new school and her only two friends (Adrien and Sabrina) aren’t with her. So now she’s alone, walking the halls filled with students who are all older than her. She’s completely out of her element, and she has to build her reputation back up from scratch.
So maybe she tries to make friends by flaunting around the fact that she’s rich and that she’s the mayor’s daughter. Maybe she goes back to her old tricks. And maybe it almost works.
But maybe someone a grade above her overhears her bragging. And maybe she doesn’t appreciate conceited little girls walking around this school like they own the place just because Daddy buys them whatever they want. Maybe she was bullied by someone just like Chloe when she was younger. Maybe this is her moment to humble Chloe before she gets too big a head a starts terrorizing other students.
So she clips Chloe’s shoulder whenever she passes her in the hallway. She stands behind her and loudly mocks her whenever she’s on the phone with her father. She dumps garbage in Chloe’s bag when she’s not looking because “oh it’s not like you care, Daddy can just go and buy you a new one, right?” She waits for Chloe by her locker and follows her to class every morning asking why she doesn’t just buy herself some new friends since she’s sooo rich.
Because, she’s right, Chloe doesn’t have friends. Everyone thinks she’s this conceited, horrible, bratty person and no one bothers to give her a chance. No one in lycée is scared of her. She’s just a little girl compared to everyone here, and no one has time to humor spoiled little girls.
And admittedly it takes a while, but pretty soon Chloe starts to recognize some of her bully’s tactics. Like getting her into trouble, insulting her, sabotaging her school projects. They’re all things Chloe used to do to her classmates back when she was still in collège, and now it’s all backfiring and hitting her times three. She realizes this is what karma feels like.
It’s awful. It’s humiliating. It makes her not want to tell her father because she’s so tired of being called “Daddy’s Little Princess” like it’s an insult or a curse. It makes her not want to tell her teachers because the thought of asking for help makes her feel weak, like she’s letting this bully win. It makes her feel like she can’t do anything but go to school, keep her head down, and try not to let the endless torment get to her until she’s safely in her car at the end of the day, free to cry without anyone seeing
One day, when it all gets to be too much, it makes Chloe stop in front of Tom & Sabine’s bakery and stare at Marinette Dupain-Cheng running the register like she always used to do on Wednesday afternoons. Chloe remembers how she tortured her for three years and feels tears pressing against the backs of her eyes.
She goes inside, stands in front of the register, and waits for Marinette to look at her. When she finally does, Marinette’s smile drops as she grips the edges of the counter and leans away from Chloe. It feels familiar for all the wrong reasons, because now Chloe understands why she grips the door to her locker so tightly whenever that girl comes to make her feel like she’s worthless. It’s enough to make a sob escape from Chloe’s throat because she finally realizes the severity of what she’s done.
Chloe is openly crying in front of her, but she ignores Marinette’s confusion and tells her what she should’ve told her years ago.
After so many years Draco should already know that he shouldn’t piss Pansy off, but, since he doesn’t now he had to suffer the consequences.
It was the week before Christmas break and Pansy was feeling extra inspired by the holidays when she decided to point her wand at Draco and now he had to walk around with a mistletoe hovering above his head.
“What do you mean this will only go away once I kiss the person I love?”
“I mean exactly that, darling” she smirked. “Next time, don’t piss me off.”
“But I don’t love anyone” Draco tried.
“Shut up, Draco, if you didn’t the spell wouldn’t have worked.”
She smiled at him and left him alone, in the Slytherin common room, with a mistletoe on top of his head.
When Draco got to the Great Hall the normal noise of the conversations faded. The Slytherins were smirking at him – Pansy had already told them everything, probably; the Gryffindors were trying not to laugh, but it wasn’t really working; and the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were looking at him weirdly, but amused. Even the teachers were looking at him from the head table trying to understand what was in front of them.
Draco just raised an eyebrow, scowled and, with squared shoulders and head held high, headed to the Slytherin table.
“How are you, Draco?” Blaise smiled innocently.
“When are you going to get rid of that?” Pansy asked and Blaise laughed.
“Shut up, you two.”
That made Pansy and Blaise laugh even more and Draco asked himself the same question his friends had asked him before.
For the rest of the week Draco walked around with the mistletoe, since he didn’t dare kiss the person he wanted to kiss.
“I can’t believe you didn’t get rid of that before the break” Pansy narrowed her eyes at him.
“I told you I don’t love anyone.”
“Shut up, Draco” she hugged him since the train was already ready to go. “We both know who you love.”
“Goodbye, Pansy, Blaise is already waiting for you.”
“Enjoy your holidays, darling.”
Draco wasn’t sure if he would enjoy his holidays. He was one of the five only Slytherins that were staying at Hogwarts for the holidays and the other four were all younger than him.
After supper, Draco went to the library wanting to, at least, study in the holidays since there wasn’t much he could do. He was in the middle of a transfiguration essay when someone sat next to him.
“Whoever you are I’m not going to kiss you!” He said without looking up; he had already had some people going up to him offering a kiss because of the mistletoe.
“What makes you think I came here to kiss you, Malfoy?”
“What are you doing here, Potter?”
“I came here to study, hope you don’t mind.”
“Don’t let me stop you.”
They studied for some time, ignoring each other and focusing on the books and parchments in front of them.
“When is that going to go away?” Potter asked suddenly.
“The mistletoe. It’s very distracting.”
Draco was really confused, not understanding what Potter was trying to tell him with this stupid conversation about the stupid mistletoe, but Potter started packing his things and got up before answering him.
“The answer to your question is that the mistletoe makes me want to follow the tradition” he grinned before exiting the library.
It was Christmas day and the students that had stayed at Hogwarts were having supper together, all sitting at the Hufflepuff table.
“Can I sit here?” Potter asked behind him.
“If you want to” Draco shrugged.
Harry smiled a little and sat next to him, starting a conversation with the Ravenclaw boy in front of him.
“Potter” Draco called when they had almost finished supper.
“Yes?” Harry looked at him.
“The other day in the library… what did you mean?”
“What did I mean when I said what?”
“Stop being difficult, you prat!”
“I mean exactly what I said… Draco.”
“Can people stop saying that?” He muttered. “And since when are we on first names basis, Potter?”
“You better get used to it and start calling me Harry.”
“You didn’t answer my question!”
“You know what I meant.”
“If I knew I wouldn’t be asking.”
Harry grinned and got closer to Draco in order to whisper on his ear.
“I meant that I want to kiss you and that that mistletoe on top of your head is making it harder to ignore the urge.”
Harry saw Draco blush and tried to hide his smile behind a spoon full of desert.
Harry was near the lake watching the sunrise; he had gotten up early just to watch it, the beautiful colours of the sun shining shyly and reflecting on the snow calmed him.
The sound of the snow crunching under footsteps made him rise his head and look at the place the sound had came from. He was surprised to see Draco appear in his view, but his lips curved into a smile when he saw the boy’s nose and cheeks red from the cold, making him look adorable.
“I didn’t know someone was here” he said once he was close enough for Harry to hear.
Draco moved his hand to take the hair out of his eyes and Harry’s eyes were drawn to the mistletoe above his head and his heart warmed with hope seeing that the blond boy hadn’t kissed anyone yet.
“Come sit with me” Harry smiled at him. “We can watch the sunrise together.”
“The sun has already raised, Potter.”
“I don’t care, just sit with me.”
Draco raised an eyebrow, but sat next to Harry anyway and looked at the view with a little smile on his face.
“I see you still haven’t done anything about that” he pointed at the mistletoe.
“Good to know your eyes work.”
Maybe if it was some years ago Harry would have answered in a different way, but now he couldn’t feel offended and he didn’t have the urge to reply in the same way so he just laughed like he never thought he would do with Malfoy.
“What are you laughing at, Potter?”
“It’s just… you’re funny, Draco.”
The other boy just looked at him surprised and, even though he tried to cover it, there was a smile on his lips when he faced the view again.
“What does it take to get rid of the mistletoe?” Harry asked curiously.
“Then why haven’t you kissed anyone yet?”
“Firstly, because I don’t go around kissing random people” he narrowed his eyes. “And because it has to be a kiss from the person I love.”
“And why haven’t you kissed that person yet?”
“Because I don’t think that that person wants to kiss me.”
“So you’re just going to walk around with that on top of your head your whole life?”
“Well, I don’t think this person would ever want to kiss me, but I’m hoping that Pansy has a counter spell.”
“Why do you say that that person would never want to kiss you?”
“Just drop it, Harry” he sighed.
“I don’t see why anyone would refuse to kiss you.”
“I think you should just go for it, Draco. No one in the right state of mind, unless they are taken, would refuse you a kiss.”
Draco looked around with rosy cheeks that were like that not only because of the cold and a confused expression that made Harry’s heart warm and sad at the same time, because Draco shouldn’t be this insecure.
“I’m trying to give you a hint here, Draco. Stop overthinking and just get on with it.”
“Are you trying to say what I think you are trying to say or am I completely misunderstanding you?”
“I have to do it myself, don’t I?”
“Honestly, Draco!” Harry shook his head with a chuckle.
Harry smiled at Draco with shiny green eyes and placed his hand on the back of his head, leaning forward and placing his lips on the other boy’s ones. Draco gasped a little and after a few seconds of wide eyed surprised he gripped Harry’s arms and kissed him back.
“I’m glad to see it’s gone” Harry smiled when the kiss ended.
“Is it?” Draco’s hands flew to the top of his head. “How did you know that it was you? How did you know that I love you?”
Harry sucked in a breath when he heard the other boy’s confession.
“I didn’t know, Draco, but I was hoping that you did.”
“Because I love you, too” Harry said simply and kissed him again.
Draco couldn’t help but think, when they were watching the beautiful colours of the early morning while walking back to the castle holding hands, that Pansy would be extremely disappointed to know that Draco and Harry kissed and he got rid of the mistletoe while she was still home.
No actor has had a longer career
playing a comic book character than Hugh Jackman as Wolverine. He debuted in
the first X-Men movie back in 2000 and played the character for 17 years. Along
the way, the movies he starred in were hit or miss, but he always did justice
to the character. However, the last movie, Logan, is nothing less of a
I’m almost sad it took so long to
make a great film about this character. The X-Men Origins thing was atrocious,
The Wolverine was a slight improvement but had big problems in the third act
and now Logan is really good. This is the best movie so far that truly defines
who this character is. James Mangold, the director, created this amazing
western tone for the film that works excellent with the character.
Also, being rated R, the action
scenes are truly wonderful. We finally get to see Wolverine chop people up with
those claws in a very brutal manner. This is no CGI-fest, it’s down to earth
and gritty. Legs and arms are flying around, and heads are decapitated. And we
finally get to see that berserker rage of his that was promised to us years ago.
This is just a testament that Hugh Jackam and Mangold really understand and
respect both the character and the fans. I have feeling there was little studio
interference with this one.
The movie also introduces new
characters like Laura a.k.a. X-23, a fan favorite. Dafne Keen does a really
good job considering what kind of violent stuff goes down in this movie and she
is truly a revelation. We are talking about an 11-year-old girl who is
extremely violent yet sensible, and it really works. Boyd Holbrook plays the
really charismatic villain Donald Pierce, a reaver who works for the company
who wants Laura. Stephen Merchant also brings a great addition to the movie as
the mutant Caliban, who helps out Logan with Xavier. Also, one of the most
underrated actors out there, Richard E. Grant,
is in this movie in another villain role, and even though he does a
great job, I felt he was a little wasted.
But the true chemistry that
stands out in this one is the one between Logan and Professor Xavier. The
father-son relationship is explored on so many layers and brings lots of
emotion and heartbreak. Xavier is now old and sick, has some sort of dementia
and Logan does all he can to take care of him. More backstory of what happened
will be explored in the film but I won’t give too much away here. It’s really
something you have to see.
Logan is one of the best
superhero movies out there, mainly because it’s not a superhero movie! It’s
just a character’s journey done in a gritty, real manner. Logan is basically
Unforgiven with a mutant twist, and, even though it has some very tiny
problems, it’s a truly amazing experience and it deserves a 9 out of 10. Go see