it's such bullshit that people are actually offended by that song

Your Internet Persona (Midheaven Signs)

Aries: social media is the ultimate way for them to express themselves and their opinions. They tend to make everything about themselves, thinking everyone cares about what they have to say and share. Will pick up fights about their fandom or opinions frequently. The internet is probably the place that makes them most outgoing and confident.

Taurus: laughs about old memes long after they’re out of trend, because they’re too slow to keep up with the extremely quick and short-lived trends of social media. They just want to lean back and enjoy some good old planking videos, for gods sake. Theyre really practical about social media, they dont have the need to brag a lot or to pretend to be cool, they just want to enjoy themselves.

Gemini: over-sharing, lots of liking and commenting and tagging. They hate feeling like they miss something, they want to seem super informed and up-to-date with the cool kid trends. What are the neweste memes? Do people still say groovy and funky?? Ask a gemini midheaven. Theyre the coolest people on the internet.

Cancer: their social media consists of whining about first world problems and song lyrics or quotes that allude to something and them expecting others to know what they mean. Its almost as if their social media accounts are they angsyt teenage diaries for their thoughts and feelings to be expressed.

Leo: social media is the ultimate stage for a leo midheaven, they share lots of selfies and personal info nobody asked for and they’re unnecessarily artsy. Harry Styles has a leo midheaven and his instagram account is a black and white picture gallery of his ~artsy~ lifestyle… and his twitter bio says “raconteur” (which is a sort of storyteller) and his profile picture is of himholding up a camera. Come on, Harry!! Social media is not artwork, stop taking it so seriously!

Virgo: afraid of showing flaws! Perfectionists. They’d rather share too little than regret sharing something, usually quite private as well. Virgo midheavens never want to have anything embarrasing about them online so they think twice before posting something.

Libra: put lots of effort into appearing super cute and super pretty online, and then act all humble “im not that special, this picture is nothing, really, i just took it randomly… actually i didnt notice the camera going of??”. They will be the nicest most sweet people trying not to get into any fights, being super politically correct, because they dont want to offend anyone or be “problematic” (strange new term).

Scorpio: hates giving out personal information, likes using profile pictures that is not them. But if they do post something, you can be sure it’s super deep or a link to a weird documentary. They keep it real, post something that has meaning, cut the bullshit. The internet is not a stage for their ego, its a stage for what they stand for.

Sagittarius: passionately posts about things nobody else cares about, makes a big deal about everything and blows everything out of proportion!!!!! lots of exclamation marks!!! lots of “omg”. They will act as if everything is so sensational, inspirational and motivational. Everything is “hilarious” even though theyre actually staring at the screen with a blank face.

Capricorn: wants to appear professional, their tumblr is a portfolio, their twitter is actual life updates, facebook is a résumé. They will probably actually use the right grammar and spelling on their social media?? weird. Portraying themselves like that on the internet is their source of respect, their way to find a place where they are taken seriously.

Aquarius: social justice fighters online, even if they don’t care as much IRL, pretend to dislike things because they’re too mainstream, online hipsters. They will hop on any brand new band wagon but jump right off when it gets too crowded. They take lots of pride in being the first one to share a youtube video that later goes viral.

Pisces: mostly communicates through emojis, the rest is telepathy. Very vague posts, highly edited pictures. What they portray online is hazy & blurry and doesn’t really say anything about what the person is like or looks like. They might just not have social media at all. Celebrity example #1 for this is Cher, her tweets are sensational but they usually dont make sense

Mental Hospital! Michael

Pairing: Y/N and Michael


Words: 3K

Summary: Michael is a new patient at the mental hospital which Y/N works at. Y/N looks after many patients but Michael is her new favourite.

Sorry if this offends anyone x

Originally posted by ashirtwit

Another day at the mental hospital. No I’m not crazy. I’m a nurse at the hospital, I got my nurse diploma and I look after the people in the home. It’s actually a fun job, you get to see so many people with all different things. This one time we had a man who couldn’t help but keep getting naked and run around. It was a pain as you had to hold him down and shove his pills down his throat but in the end he overcame it and I heard he’s living in LA with a beautiful wife. The mental hospital was quite a large home, we took up to 500 people and had around 95 nurses which worked different shift. My shift was all day and some night. I don’t know what it is but I love working here. I love meeting people and finding ways to entertain people and make them smile. I sometimes think I’m the only nurse that actually give a shit. The other nurse are just to strict and treat the patients like they’re un-human. I think that’s wrong, no matter what is wrong with you, you should be treated equally.

Today I was doing a one hour shift in the medic centre. Which is where all the medicine is stored. Luckily during my hour nothing usually happens as the patients have had there pills after lunch and currently it was 2pm. As nothing happens during the hour it gives me a chance to catch up on ‘Perks of being a wallflower’. It such a beautiful book. It has such a commitment to the ugly side of the truth, it ride’s with honesty and has a lot of captivating drama along the way. So far I’ve gotten half way through the book and it’s one of my favourite books. I don’t usually read but ever since I read The Fault in our stars I’ve been addicted to these sort of books. I’ve also started reading because the shift in the medical centre is usually quite boring. Luckily in the medical centre they have a window with a small window perch. Which you can sit at and the window shines in, in all different shades of orange and yellow. Usually I bring a pillow but today I forgot it. 

I went and sat on the window perch and removed my bookmark. I looked down out the window and all the patients were dressed in all white or blue and white nighties. They were all sitting on the grass outside with plenty of nurses. Even though it looked beautiful, I know that there’s still a massive spiky grey fence surrounding the area and that all of them are only aloud out for a hour a day. As the hospital management are scared that the patents will manage to escape. Which is bullshit because they’re mentally ill and can’t even count to ten let alone figure out how to escape.

I was sitting peacefully until I heard the bell for the desk ding.
I jumped and dropped my book to the floor.

“Crap I lost my page”I picked up my book and walked towards the desk whilst trying to find my page.

“Hi can I help?” I looked up to be met with the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen. There was a boy at the desk, skin as white as snow, his lips were a beautiful rose colour and he had wild blue hair and a eyebrow piercing.
He was the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He started laughing and I shook my head.

“S-Sorry” I apologised. That’s so embarrassing he caught me staring.
“It not a problem, could I have my medicine I have the prescription here”
I looked at his clothes, of course he’s a patient and not a nurse. But there didn’t seem like there was anything wrong with the beautiful man. Shit. I can’t think he’s beautiful when he’s a patient.

“W-well you’re not actually a loud to collect your pills, your nurse has too”

“Oh…I don’t have a nurse”

“Ok hang on, I’ll look in the database and see what nurse is supposed to be assigned to you, what’s your name?”

“Michael Clifford”

As he said his name I couldn’t help but smile, it was said so smoothly and ran perfectly off the top of his tongue. I searched the name on the computer and it came up. He checked into the hospital two days ago, I looked at the nurse. Y/N. I was his nurse, that’s strange I never got a email or text saying I had gotten a new patient. 

“Well Michael it seems like I’m your nurse" 

"Oh, What’s your name?”


He smiled at me and I grabbed his medication. Since it was 3pm, Amber was here for her shift in the medic centre so I left with Michael and we walked to his room.

“So you’re new here?’


“What are you in for?”

“Depression, anger and attempt”

“I’m so sorry”

“Nothing to be worried about I’m alive aren’t I?”

“Barley in this place” he sighed and hummed along with me. We got to his room and he sat on his bed. I opened up his medication and poured him a glass of water. I passed him his pills and he tilted them back. 

“So Michael what do you do?”

“I write..songs, but its hard to get inspired in this place”

“Not even writing about being beside someone? Girlfirend? friend? family?”

“My family sent me here, my friends are in a band and yeah I miss them but they’re just friends and I don’t have a girlfriend”

“A beautiful boy like you doesn’t have a girlfriend?”

“What about you? shouldn’t you be getting home to your boyfriend?”

“No boyfriend I’m by myself”

“What? A beautiful girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend?” he said mocking my words from earlier. I laughed at him and sat crossed legged on his bed.

“You want to hear part of a song I wrote?”

“Yes!” he passed me over his book

“Everybody’s got their demons 

Even wide awake or dreaming

I’m the one who ends up leaving

Make it okay

See a war I wanna fight it

See a match I wanna strike it

Every fire I’ve ignited

Faded to grey

But now that I’m broken

Now that you know it

Caught up in a moment

Can you see inside?'Cause I’ve got a jet black heart” 

I looked up at him and he was smiling at me

“Wow Michael, you have a amazing talent! Keep it up”

“T-thank you”

It had been 4 months since Michael had checked into the hospital and he was by far the best patient ever, he was kind, beautiful and amazing at singing. At first he was shy to sing to me but after I had sang a awful version of Michael Jacksons the way you make me feel. I had also managed to bring in my unplayed guitar to him so he could string the cords to ‘Jet Black Heart’. 

I never felt, that being around someone like Michael I could laugh so much, that I could adore one person for there many insecurities and there in perfections. Maybe I was falling for him, but theres nothing I could do about it. Yes he could get out, yes we spend most of the time here together, but being so close but so far away hurt..there was a reason he was in here although I don’t like seeing the world in that way. Even if I do love him its not like his head is in the right state of mind to feel what love is or decided what he wants. 

“Y/N! Damien wants to speak to you!”

I looked up from my book and looked at Amber she was chewing her gum and leaning on the counter top. 

“Ok look after the medicine” I said letting her into the centre 

“Will do” she yawned

I made my way to Damien’s office. Damien was the man in charge of the hospital and he are sure that everything was in check. His attitude towards the home was the same as mine. His wife was checked in here a long time ago and he spent every moment with her before she passed away. He doesn’t necessary come into the patient part of the home he stays in his office and checks on things.

I knocked on the door to his office and I heard a faint come in.

“Ah Y/N, just the gal”

“Hello Sir”

“Please call me Damien”

I walked in and took a seat.

“Now I’ve noticed a lot of things over the past 6 months, I’ve noticed how your attitude is one of the bests in the hospital and as you can see I’m getting old, I don’t have any children or and siblings so its my duty to pick someone to look after the hospital when I’m gone. So Y/N what I’m asking is would you like to become joint manager with me?”

I couldn’t say a word. I was so shocked, I didn’t realise that my work had gone noticed, I always thought he was flirting with the older nurses. 

“I can see you’re shocked”

No shit.

“I would love to Sir thank you so much”

“Great! You can start today, Your office is over there and you’ll be working on the paperwork and you can go into the canteen and garden anytime you want”

“A-And what about my patients?’

“They’ll be passed onto Amber”

My heart exploded, will I not be able to see Michael? But looking after Michael was the only part of my day I enjoyed now, I was his escape from the hospital and not going to see him could harm him. Leaving him with Amber also, its not that she’s not nice she just doesn’t care.

My promotion in the hospital could not have been better I was in charge and I made sure that the nurses treated the patents like humans. Even though I missed a few of my old patents…especially Michael.

It had been a week since I had gotten to see him, Amber had put restrictions on his door because apparently he lashed out, but knowing the Michael I knew he would never do that. I hadn’t heard any updates with him within the week and I was so worried. So tonight I had the late night shift so I could go check him and make sure he’s ok as Amber doesn’t like to speak to me about him.

I said goodbye to Amber and I walked to Michaels room. I got the key and unlocked the door. I walked on in and he wasn’t in there, he must have been in the toilet (in the room but in a blocked off bit) I walked over to his bed and his journal was lying there. I know I shouldn’t but I want to make sure he’s ok, so I opened it. I skipped to around a week ago and read what he had written.
“today has been the worst day. she’s left me. I’ve never felt like this, she makes me feel human like I mean something to the world and not some depressed kid. she’s so beautiful and I’ve lost her. it’s great she got the promotion and I know I’m being selfish but I love her. I love Y/N” I read the last line over again. He loved me. I heard the toilet door unlock and I placed his journal on the bed. I stood up and sorted out my skirt.

“Hey” Michael whispered as he walked over to me

“How have you been Michael?”

He looked at me with glossy eyes and blinked away the tears 

“I’ve never felt so empty, Ambers not the same as you, she treats me like I’m a dog” I walked over to him and hugged him

“She shoves the pills down and leaves, she doesn’t read me stories, she doesn’t help me write songs and she never talks to me” he sobbed into my shirt.

“She’s not you” he said whilst leaning his head on mine.

I wiped away his tears and left my hands on his cheeks. He looked so sad and I couldn’t help it, I hated seeing him sad. I leant forward and attached his lips to mine. I heard his breath hitch as he responded to the kiss. His lips felt like heaven and he was the Angel that in no way should be in this hell hold. He detached his lips from mine and looked me in the eyes. 


“Yeah” I whispered

“I-I love you, you make me feel real”

“This is against all the rules but I couldn’t help it, I love you too”

“I promise I’ll get out of here and I can take you on a date" 

I laughed at him and reached my arms around his neck.
I kissed his cheek and slowly edged towards his lips. He crashed his lips onto mine once again. He swiped his tongue against my lips and I moaned as his tongue entered my mouth. He picked me up and placed me on the bed as he crawled over me.

I nipped on his lip and reached under his shirt and caressed his sides. He groaned and started to suck purple love bites into my neck. He sat up and removed his white shirt. He leant down and grinded into me, I wined and grabbed hold of his shoulders. His hands came under my shirt and grabbed hold of my boobs.

“Aw baby you’re boobs are so perky” I shot my eyes open and looked at him, he had a small blush on his cheeks as he removed my top. He leant down and kissed above where my bra meet’s my breasts. He squeezed them upwards and licked in between them and sucked hickeys onto them. I reached around my back and undid the clasp. I ripped it away from his grasp and he went straight into tugging on my nipples with his hands. 

“Mikey it feels so good”

I sat up in the bed and he stroked up my chest and he grasped my cheeks and kissed me hard. I reached down and pulled his sweats down revealing his white underwear. I stroked over his bulge as he pulled down my skirt. He leant back and I climbed onto of him. I ran my hands over his tattoos and his pale white arms as I grinded over his bulge. 

“Shit Y/N” he stuttered, I felt his dick twitch as I leant down and kissed his nipples. I made my way to his neck and felt where his pulse was and sucked hard. I felt him whine underneath me and he held my hips still.

“I haven’t done this in so long Im not going to last please just remove the dam boxers” he pleaded

“But Mikey” I pouted whilst grinding down on him

“Y/N I mean it, just make love to me” my heart fluttered in my stomach and he gave me a goofy smile. I removed his boxers and my panties and lined up his dick with my entrance. I sank down on him and we both let out animalistic groans. I rested the palm of my hands on his chest and bounced on his dick. It hit all the right places and I could feel it rubbing up against my walls. 

“God you look so beautiful” he moaned

He reached up and cupped my breasts the pleasure was so good I couldn’t bounce so I grinded down on him. I could feel my orgasm approaching and i grabbed hold of Michael, He brought me down to his face and kissed me. He held onto my hips and thrusted up, he hit my g-spot multiple times and I moaned into his neck.

“Mikey I’m going to cum” 

“Wait I’m nearly there” he moaned, I sat upright and bounced on top of him once again and he let out a strangled moan

“I love you so much, cum for me” I came around him as I collapsed on him. I let my breathing get back to normal and I rolled next to him and placed my hand on his chest and I nuzzled my head in his neck.

“The first moment I saw you I knew I was going to fall hard. I never thought you’d love me back, I’ve never been loved and hearing you say that…I believe you, and I’m unworthy of love so believing you is like believing pigs can fly” he whispered 

“You’re not unworthy of love because I love you more than anything”

“and I love you Y/N” we laid on the hospital bed with Michael stroking through my hair, I knew this moment wouldn’t last but for the moment this was heaven.

Transylvania (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Title: Transylvania

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Word Count: 2076

Summary: Alex loses a bet, and the punishment isn’t really a punishment once it’s all said and done. (Also, ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW!!!!!)

Request: #3 I may be an idiot but im not stupid with Alex please?

A/N: I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE Rocky Horror!!! Nothing else can be said at this point except if you don’t know what Dr. Frank-N-Furter looks like, LOOK HIM UP BECAUSE THAT ADDS THE BEAUTY TO THE STORY (Little self-promo, I have another piece combining Hamilton with another popular musical, & the story is called Land of Thomas, in case anyone likes Kinky Boots)

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callout for blazinaces

i was gonna add this to the masterpost, but this terrible enough that they deserve their own special callout.

reasons: homophobia, antisemitism.

today, an anon told @blazinaces that the ace triangle is antisemetic and homophobic, as it originates from the pink triangle used to mark gay people during the Holocaust. here is the post.

their response (Admin Turtle’s) consisted of:

-saying that it didn’t make sense to call them out, seeing as other ace people/AVEN also do it (as though that excuses anything lmfao)

-sourced AVEN as to why ace people use the triangle (again, as if this excuses anything.)

-literally went as far as to mock the anon by making a random list of triangles and telling their followers to send in more, so they could make a fun contest of it.

in this post, an anon tells them “you should really stop using a symbol of oppression for your icon just saying :/” 

admin sierra replies, saying:

-it was “offensive” to call them out :((((

-”its not like we’re using a symbol specifically used to oppress people”

another post here when an anon tells them they’re homophobic and antisemitic, Turtle replies by saying they don’t appreciate being called that (*plays a sad song on the world’s tiniest violin*). they also again say “imagine being offended by triangles”, showing they’re literally ignoring every explanation of why its fucked up to use it like they do.

here’s a continuation of above post, where Turtle:

-says they’re “normally a fan” of a group of people explaining that they’re offended by something, but a ‘triangle is just too preposterous”. again, ignoring actual explanations of why its not just general triangles but the symbolization of it like that that’s offensive.

-said they just couldn’t understand why Jewish people and Romani people would be offended by triangles, and that they looked it up and found nothing (and i wouldnt be surprised if they just typed up “are jewish people offended by triangles” or some half-assed bullshit like that).

-claimed the anons gave no explanation, except for the fact that there… literally was an explanation. ntm, when an oppressed group tells you something is oppressive, you shouldn’t demand countless explanations, you should shut up and listen.

here is their last post regarding it, where they title the post “End of the Triangle Drama” (isn’t it funny how people can write off their homophobia and antisemitism as petty drama :)?)

here, Turtle says:

-some people were “off-put” by their use of the  triangle (again, writing off anger over oppression as some silly annoyance)

-says they “mean no disrespect to gay, Jewish, and Romani people”, but that they’re going to keep using it even though multiple people explained/told them that its fucking harmful.

-finishes off with “we want this to be a safe, happy space for our followers”. (but fuck any Jewish/Romani/gay followers that find this harmful, right?)

-their apology was essentially  “sorry if you’re offended by a triangle”, which is… not an apology.

there’s also this unrelated post where they explain sexual attraction as “symptoms”, which just… feels gross.

do what you want with this callout, i don’t really care. i would appreciate if y’all reblogged it though 

anonymous asked:

Awe, you have anxiety? Thats so cute!!! <3

Okay so i received this a while ago after posting something about my anxiety and I’ve been trying to figure out how i wanted to respond, but I’ve just been so pissed recently about this topic that I’m just going full rant mode. Grab you’re popcorn kids.

Anxiety is not fucking cute. Anxiety is the complete opposite of cute. Anxiety is possibly the most horrendous and awful thing that someone could be diagnosed with that isn’t a terminal illness. Anxiety isn’t “cute” and as someone who suffers from it I know first hand how shit it truly is. First off you have this. The way people act about it. Not everyone is this way but I’ve met SO MANY people who are just completely two faced when it comes to my anxiousness, which may just be the worst thing about anxiety. When I tell someone I have social anxiety they’re usually like “awe how adorable, you’re all shy and stuff” and I’m just like uh no I’m not but thanks? Now them calling it cute isn’t horrible, it just slightly pisses me off, because when we’re in an actual situation where my anxiety kicks in, such as at a restaurant, their opinion does a total 180 and they will generally say something along the lines of “Why the hell are you stuttering? *laughs obnoxiously* You just have to tell them what you want its not a big deal stop freaking out.” And I’m like wow yeah so cute, thanks for the support now I feel even fucking worse about myself than I did before.

Anxiety isn’t something that people are proud about, it literally tears them apart inside with the simplest of every day tasks. Hell, I can’t even fucking answer a math question in front of my class without becoming a blubbering mess and having a panic attack almost every single god damn time. A PANIC ATTACK. DO YOU FIND THOSE CUTE??? BECAUSE IM SURE YOU DONT FIND  SOMEONE COWERING IN A CORNER WITH THEIR FACE ABSOLUTELY RED AS ALL OF THEIR MAKEUP RUNS DOWN THEIR FACE AND THEY HYPERVENTILATE ISNT ATTRACTIVE TO YOU. AND SINCE I KNOW THAT’S TRUE, WHY THE FUCK IS ANXIETY ATTRACTIVE AND CUTE??

It just baffles me so much that this is actually something I have to address because I shouldn’t have to explain how serious of an issue anxiety is to everyday people. It should just be common knowledge that any sort of mental disorder isn’t supposed to be portrayed as ‘cute’ or 'funny’ because none of them are. You wouldn’t fucking say that schizophrenia is cute, so why would you say anxiety is? What makes anxiety seem so appealing and desirable to people without it?

I know a few girls who have actually said that they wished they had anxiety so that a cute boy could help them overcome it, and It’s like you clearly have no idea what anxiety is like if you’re wishing it on yourselves. 

Anxiety can’t just be fixed by a relationship coming into your life. You have it. That’s it. End of story. No miraculous happy ending, you just kinda get better at handling it IF you’re lucky enough to even get to that.

I have no idea what book, or author, or movie, actor, song, band, person started this whole 'I have anxiety, help me become better’ theme among social media, but who ever it was FUCK YOU. Because its total bullshit.

A relationship doesn’t miraculously 'cure’ anxiety (or any disorder for that matter) and I have personal experiences where it hasn’t, and I know going into those relationships that it won’t.

For example when i was with my most recent boyfriend I had SO many people ask me why I was still depressed and anxious if I was in a relationship. A few even said TO THE BOY that it was his fault i still was and that he should have been doing a better job at being there for me.





In conclusion, anxiety is mOST DEFINITELY NOT CUTE. It is a serious illness, and should be treated as such, not a flaw to love someone for. When you become aware someone suffers from anxiety, do not I repeat DO NOT make them feel as though they are doing something wrong, or that they are stupid because even though you may see it as joking, to them it may seem offensive and they could take it to heart. Don’t create this impossibly unrealistic impression of anxiety, because it offends so many people that its seen as unimportant because its viewed as 'cute’ in the social world. Anxiety is serious, and anyone who suffers deserves to be treated right, not like their a helpless character from a novel.

Thank you and good night.  *drops mic*


WARNING: long and reflective, but please read if you are a Jongdae stan.

In celebration of the birthday of this wonderful human:


(accurate number of reasons approximate to be 10393874829296363829, but this is highly simplified.)

1) He is hardworking and humble.

He is very likely one of the leading power vocals in the industry. The way he effortlessly belts out high notes, pumps emotion into every song, and does vocal riffs like a boss, really blows my mind away.

And yet, he remains humble - he gets all shy when people compliment his vocals.
And instead of going all “Noooo hyung I’m actually not a good singer I suck at singing seriously you are all better” which is none other than utter attention-seeking bullshit, he acknowledges that he can sing, but he knows he still has a lot to learn and that he isn’t the best out there.

Being put in EXO-M was tough for him, because he making a true blue ggyeongi-accented Korean learn idol-standard Chinese within 10 months is a true challenge. But yet, he speaks well and uses as many Chinese words amd phrases as he can during Chinese interviews, in a conscious attempt to do his job as an M member to entertain Chinese fans. He doesn’t get uptight by people laughing at his pronounciation or awkwardly misfitting Chinese sentences (namely when he introduced his family tree on a Chinese talk show) he doesn’t get offended, defensive or self-pitying, as many people in his situation would have done. Instead, till now, he consciously works towards improving not only his Chinese, but his vocals too.

2) He is the true mother of EXO.

We all know Jongdae as a “Master Troll” who is really playful and dorky and does dumb things. And as a member of the disastrously destructive beagle line, he loves to laugh and make others laugh.

But as Chanyeol is known as the “Vitamin” and Baekhyun the “Really noisy moodmaker”, I can’t help but think Jongdae to be the one who’s down to Earth.

Admit it, at times, some EXO members’ jokes can be on the verge of going overboard (poking fun at personal sensitive issues etc) and we also know that their constant jokes on Kai and Tao’s skin colour can go across the blur line of being unkowingly offensive. But Jongdae never makes offensive jokes – in fact, his jokes are always clean, light and painfully, sometimes self-deprecating. But he doesn’t mind, because he puts others’ before self.

Just observe Jongdae and you’ll realise, he isn’t the one jumping to talk to cameras, or frontlining an interview. Jongdae is comfortable with letting others have the limelight, and he watches out for them too (Eg in Showtime, every member scrambled to find their own mic, but Jongdae distributed the mics to each of them and checked that they all had theirs before he took his own.)

3) He appreciates fans.

Its sad and odd how Jongdae is one of the least popular members of EXO. In any case, even while knowing thia fact, Jongdae shows so much love to his fans its lethal.

Just check out the TLP fancams. He does fanservice to 90++% of the Chen fanboards he sees. (By fanservice, I don’t mean smiling. I mean eye contact pointing, rOSE GIVING, bLOWING kiSSES WITH EYE CONTACT)


His laugh is rather similar to a balloon being repetitively trampled by an alligator. But seriously. Its contagious. And other than Kai, Jongdae’s laughter unknowingly makes me grin like an idiot. Its so hearty and bubbly.

If you haven’t heard his signature “WAE GEURAE” then I don’t know what to say to you.

5) Sweetie.

Not sure if you’ve seen the cut of him on Shimshimtapa when his old highschool friend called him up? He recognised his friend’s voice instantly, and instead of being an uppety celebrity talking down to a friend-now-fan, he actually cried from nostalgia and regret from not calling his friend. He asked after his friend and showed genuine concern for him. He even knew what his friend’s ambitions were. And his friend publicly and proudly said to everyone that Jongdae was an awesome friend. This friend is a straight male who was unpopular in high school. And Jongdae had no shame in showing his love for this friend.

Happy birthday Kim Jongdae!! You don’t know I exist but you really cheered me up on days when I felt down, and I’ve learnt so much from your attitude and character. Stay the way you are, and keep being awesome!

Have a great birthday, Jongdae!

Thank you SuicideGirls

When I was like, 14 years old, my aunt bought me a magazine called Shock –a colombian magazine. On the cover was @zeta with another girl and the caption was: “@Suicidegirls”. I read the magazine and 10 minutes later I was shocked! Who were this girls? Why they were so beautiful? My grandparents raised me, so I’m kinda old school with a lot of things in my life. For me, seeing a girl covered in tattoos and so confident, was something totally new. After reading that magazine, all the time I was pretty much like “Man, they are so amazing. I wish I was a Suicide Girl, so confident and beautiful” When I turned 18, the first thing that came to my mind was: “I can apply now”. I told my boyfriend (now exboyfriend, thank God) about it; he was so possesive he said no right away, giving me a stupid discurse about how it would ruin my life, etc. After that, I told my mom and she said: “No. You are my little girl, you can’t do that”. So, I declined… A little bit. I send my application, and a few hours later I got an email from SG; it was something like: “You are so cute, we would love to have you on the site, you need to shoot a set”. I couldn’t believe it! My entire life people told me I was fat, ugly, annoying, etc. Why such an important website would say that TO ME? But I just let it there… A year later, I realize that I was talking about SG all the time, to everybody; and then, @talena wrote me something like: “Hey, I’m going to Colombia and I would love to shoot your first set. If you are interested, let me know” And then, I knew it; it was my chance; a photographer of the staff contacted me. So I said yes. One morning, we meet at @nahp’s house; she was so nice and kind, explained me what we were going to do, showed me some sets of beautiful girls to help me have an idea of what should I do, she put the lights on, told me to choose an outfit and we started. I remember that my first very thought was “Think of yourself like a super model, she is not here, you are just playing in front of the mirror, like yesterday” So I did. About an hour and a half later, my first set was done. I was naked in front of a complete stranger, with three shitty tattoos and blue hair, feeling secure, confident and ready for more. That set was “In rainbow”.

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We uploaded the set and two days latter it went into member review. When I saw the set I was shocked: “That’s me?”, I asked my sister. She said “Seems like, du'h” and I couldn´t believe, it was ME on SG’s website, naked, looking confident, with a big smile, with my teenager body. I thought everybody was going to say: “She is fat, she has no waist, her boobs are so small, no ass…” But no; instead, I got tons of beautiful comments, most of them about my smile. I was naked, yet, what people noticed was my smile. That made me so happy! A couple of days later, I was helping my sister with her homework when I logged in on Facebook and saw a message from Talena: “YOU ARE PINK, YOU ARE OFFICIALLY A SUICIDEGIRL”. I went crazy, I started jumping, screaming and couldn’t believe it, I was a Suicide Girl. I was one of the girls I saw on that magazine many years ago. By that time I was single, so I didn’t have to explain anything to anybody. With Talena, we decide to shoot a new set; one more “elaborated” not just me being there. We shot “Pretty smile” (since everybody was so amazed about my smile); Talena picked that name. The result was amazing, something beautiful. And again, people wrote amazing things about this set.

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By that time, I decided it was time to talk with my mom about it. I thought it was gonna be very difficult and it was! But not full of drama. The first thing I did was to show her the pictures without saying a word. She was shocked and started crying, then said: “I don’t wanna talk to you” and I was okay with that. A few hours later, she came into my room and said: “But you are my little baby” and I told her: “I know, and I’m still your little baby” and then I started to explain her why I did those photos, how is the life of many girls from the site, why it wasn’t porn for me, etc. She agreed and hug me. After that day, she is the one who helps me to decide which picture goes into the set, which one doesn’t; with my sister, they decide my make up, they go with me to buy lingerie and I feel so lucky, because seeing how my family supports me, makes me feel that I’m at a good place. A few months later I decided it was time for college, and even if those are completely different things one of my thoughts were: “What are they gonna do if they find out I’m a Suicide Girl” because Medellín is not like a big town and I study Political Sciences, a career where everything is so serious and grey. And it happened, people fond out I was a Suicide Girl. They put my pictures in all the computers of the building but, by that time, I was a grown up woman. The only thing I said was: “Dude, you can get them in HD and more girls if you pay on the site”. Of course, several people said I was fat, I was a whore, but here comes the best part about SG: “Self-confidence” and I want to make a big enphasis on this point because is the most important thing about SG (for me). When you are a girl, all the time you are being told what to do, how to dress, how to talk; all the time you hear what you’re supposed to be and all those things are ways to control women, to opress them. Another way is with low self-esteem; if you feel ugly, fat, dumb… you will buy thing to “fix you”: a cream, a lipstick, a diet, idk… And if you ever decide to say “Yo! I’m beautiful, I’m hot” people will say you are a bitch and you need to calm down; if you decide to show someting simple as your legs (as far as I know, most of us were born with legs so I don’t understand what’s the big deal) you are looking for attention, you’re an attention whore, you’re a whore who needs sex, and a man in your life… BULLSHIT! Here, you can find girls of all shapes, all colors, all races. SG (not as a lot of people believe) never asks you to be covered in tattoos, with colored hair or piercings; they ask you for a big smile and a super confident set because that’s sexy, that’s different, and that’s radical. Tattoos don’t make you special or atractive, your personality does! Who you are and how you express yourself is what makes you hot! When I started, I had three tiny tattoos and I became a SG because of what people saw on my pictures. So when they started to say I was a bitch, a porn start, fat, etc… I was like “You know what, dude? Fuck it, I don’t even care, I’m not even sorry. That’s me, thats my body I’m proud and if offends you, there is nothing I can do” Later, @anemona came to Colombia, and of course we shot a set together, my first set on the wáter. It was kinda difficult, but I had so much fun!

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It was so different! Short and darker hair, sexy lingerie and since that set, I decided I wanted to grow up as a model. Plus, in that period of time I met @mindi (who is now one of my best friends ever) @ellys @nahp @fernanda and a lot of girls from Colombia who supported me. I was amazed to see how most of them were normal and, at the same time, extraordinary women. Some of them are already mothers, married, have “normal” jobs, etc. So again, like in a long distance relationship, I fell in love over and over again with Suicide Girls. I understood that I was able to study political sciences, be a daughter, a girlfriend, everything I wanted and be a Suicide Girl. And it’s so powerful! I changed, I started to take more selfies with captions like: “Today, I feel pretty” or “Today, I feel sexy”. I started to walk with more decisión, I started to respect my body more and to look at it as something beautiful. Months later, my dear friend Talena came back and we shot another set, one with a mature Kieve, a Kieve with a lot more confidence on herself. I wanted the world to know who I was.

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This set is called “Don’t call me at all”. Its a song from Flatsound and I picked that name because I was done with all the guys who came into my life just because I’m a Suicide Girl. It’s like they assume that you’ll be naked all the time and the only thing you do is to take your clothes off. And actually, as I wrote the the very beginning of this blog, I’m a kinda old-fashioned girl in several things; I do believe in love, as The Smiths said: “I’m a human and I need to be loved”. After that set, I was a woman with priorities, with goals and understood that the most important person in my life is me, and I don’t need any kind of toxic relationship in my life. The set again went to front page and I couldn’t be more happy about it. I was bigger inside, so I decided it was time to do some trips and I traveled to Buenos Aires.

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I started doing photoshoots with some friends, I was part of a video!

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I went to some tattoo conventions

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But one day I had to move with my family to Ecuador

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There I got sick. my depression came back, and I was diagnostic with fibromyalgia. My priorities changed, I used to spend most of the time alone in my room, eating, no showers, no people, no sun, nothing. And I thought “Its over” I lost all my confidence, all my selfesteem, kieve was just a memory. But one day, I met the love of my life, my soulmate.

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He helped me to take the decision to come back to Colombia, so i did, I lived in his house for a few days, I got a job, and everything was okay, until I got sick again, but this time everything was much worse, several nights at E.R. days crying without moving, losing my job, my apartment, everything, and missing Kieve, that confident women.

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But then again, a couple months ago, suicidegirls knock my door again, and came back to my life. I started shooting again

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and this month I had the chance to flight to Chile and shoot again, but not just that, I had the chance to prove to myself, to my fibromyalgia (and neurofibromatosis) that I’m able to do whatever I want, no matter the pain, the fatigue, anything, I will still doing what makes me happy. I’ve grow up so much after this trip, I feel like a bran new person and I’m ready to be back, I’m ready for everything. I met a lot of cute girls there,

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I saw the most amazing places

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All I can say is: THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO MUCH SUICIDEGIRLS! For all those years by my side, for all the support, for all the lovely comments, for giving me the best friends I could ever ask, for helping me to recover, for helping me to re-build my self-esteem and confidence. I’ll be thankful for the rest of my life because this site is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me; I’m so proud to be a part of this amazing community, I’m so proud to be a Suicide Girl. I will stay here for more years, I promise. Now, the next step is to try to fly as soon as posible to L.A. so I can personally thank every single person who has made this posible: @missy @sean @rambo and more. Thank you, guys. And of course, I will show you how hard I worked in Chile. I hope you like my new sets, you’ll see a brand new Kieve, I’m not a teenager anymore, I’m a woman.

I shoot two sets with the beautiful @anemona

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I have the amazing oportunity of shoot with the kind and lovely @frani this set is one of my favorites so far, because she make me feel mature, sexy, confident. Something really different.

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And finally after two years I have the amazing pleasure to work again with my fav photographer ever, @talena

Doctor Strange: Two Wongs Don’t Make A Right - Quill’s Scribbles

Do you like my little pun?… No?… Well fuck you, I thought it was funny!

Yes it looks like Marvel Studios have once again put their foot in it with regards to their increasingly controversial Doctor Strange movie, and I once again have to take time out of my day to talk about it. I mean for God’s sake Marvel, I have other things to do you know. Other movies to hate. I could be shitting all over Suicide Squad right now, but no. Instead we have to do this song and dance again, do we? Sigh. Well come on then. Let’s get this over with.

So apparently Scott Derrickson was going to leave Doctor Strange’s manservant Wong out of the movie for fear of racial stereotyping, only to then bring the character back for fear of being accused of whitewashing when Tilda Swindon was cast in the role of the Ancient One. But that’s good right, I hear you saying. It shows that he’s aware of the controversy and is trying to correct it.

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Let’s actually analyse what he’s saying, shall we?

In an interview with LA Daily News, Derrickson said:

“I was very happy with [casting Tilda Swinton], but I was also very conscious that in doing that I was erasing a significant potential Asian role. I was going to leave Wong out of the movie at first; he was an Asian sidekick manservant, what was I supposed to do with that? But once the decision was made to cast Tilda, we brought Wong back because, unlike the Ancient One, he could be completely subverted as a character and reworked into something that didn’t fall into any of the stereotypes of the comics.”

He’s a slippery bastard, isn’t he? He’s trying to create the image that he’s the struggling filmmaker navigating the minefield of controversy, but in reality it’s a pathetic attempt to disguise both his own closet racism and his clear ineptness as a storyteller. See, if it’s possible to rework Wong into something that didn’t fall into any racial stereotypes, why is it not possible to do the same thing for the Ancient One? I don’t understand. How is that impossible? It would be difficult, sure, but it’s not beyond the realms of possibility. In fact any sensible white filmmaker directing a movie featuring certain Asian cultures would actually hire Asian writers and consultants to assist them. To make sure that they’re not falling into stereotypes or inadvertently offending people. But Derrickson didn’t do that. Looking at IMDB, the writing and production crew consist entirely of white men, and Derrickson’s comments leads to a rather startling insinuation. That it’s okay to put that kind of effort in when the Asian character is only the sidekick to the white male protagonist, but when it’s a prominent lead role, suddenly it becomes ‘too hard’.

Amazingly Derrickson is sticking to his guns about the casting of Tilda Swindon as the Ancient One even though the decision is undeniably racist on so many levels. It’s really quite astounding to think that the original source material from the 60s, with its Asian stereotypes and the mighty whitey trope, is technically more progressive than this 2016 adaptation. I mean sure the Ancient One is a racist stereotype, but at least he’s Asian. Derrickson, on the other hand, decides the best way to deal with the racial stereotyping is to remove said race altogether, rather than put actual effort into making the Ancient One a more three dimensional character that doesn’t fall into racial pitfalls. That is the very definition of lazy. I mean he’s worried about people accusing him of whitewashing, hence why he brought back Wong, but surely a far simpler solution would be to NOT whitewash your Asian characters in the first place.

And yet he still pathetically tries to defend himself with this little gem:

“Diversity in movies is absolutely the responsibility of producers and directors. In this movie, we have about as diverse a cast as I think you can get, and that was a very conscious decision. Tilda was a way of adding diversity in terms of not just an ethereal, enigmatic, otherworldly actress playing an ethereal, enigmatic, otherworldly character, but we’re bringing a middle-aged woman who’s not 28 years old in leather pants into the Marvel Universe in a major role.”

First of all, I think someone needs to educate him on what the word ‘diverse’ actually means. Call it a hunch, but I don’t think there’s an outcry for films to represent the ‘ethereal, enigmatic and otherworldly’ community. I’m pretty sure there isn’t an ‘Ethereal, Enigmatic & Otherworldly Lives Matter’ movement. And second, while he does make a good point about it being nice that we have a middle aged woman in a prominent role, there’s no reason whatsoever why they couldn’t cast a middle aged Asian woman in the role. What about someone like Michelle Yeoh? She would have made a great Ancient One.

I just wish someone at Marvel would have the balls to stand up and say ‘Hey, you’re right. We screwed up. This is racist. We’re sorry’. Instead all we get is lies, excuses and general bullshit. People are still clinging to the idea that the Ancient One had to be white due to the political climate between China and Tibet, even though it’s been proven time and time again that that is categorically false. The film doesn’t have to be set in Tibet, it isn’t set in Tibet as far as I’m aware, the film doesn’t need to take a political stance because the story has nothing to do with that, and there isn’t even any need to mention the fact that the Ancient One comes from Tibet in the first place. It’s a complete non-issue. And yet the Marvel higher-ups, some of the MCU’s more braindead fans and even a few journalists still persist in this nonsensical non-argument to excuse Marvel’s blatant racism.

It’s quite simple really. The reason why the Ancient One is white is because writing a PC version of a prominent Asian character would require actual effort and hard work. But they’re willing to make an exception provided said Asian character is in the background, trailing after the white male lead. Guys, Marvel are not the innocent victims of political correctness here. Scott Derrickson did not make these decisions out of the goodness of his fucking heart. And they certainly don’t have the Asian community’s best interests in mind. I refuse to believe any filmmaker or studio can be this clueless about these issues. I don’t buy it, and neither should you.

How does it feel, I ask Kim, to hear your husband rap about having sex with other women?

“That doesn’t bother me at all,” she answers with a laugh so winning even the Russian judge would give her a 10 out of 10. “I’m usually sitting there in the studio when he’s writing it. I’m not offended. I could care less.”
It’s a rare brush-off, and the message is clear: Kim didn’t fly all the way to Italy to stand next to a wall of flowers inside a 16th-century military fortification just to marry some guy from Chicago. She signed on to marry Kanye West, the volatile creative genius, a man famous for telling very vivid stories about his sex life in rhyme. She did that on purpose.
Which brings us to the time he rapped about Taylor Swift.

I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex, West muses in the first verse of his The Life of Pablo track “Famous.” Why? I made that bitch famous.

Prior to Pablo, West and Swift appeared to have caulked up the rift in their famously fraught professional relationship. She presented him with an award at the MTV VMAs last summer. He sent her a large cube of flowers. Things remained harmonious for almost a full half year, until the release of “Famous.”

Following an Internet-borne convulsion about the song’s content, West issued a series of tweets in which he stated he “called Taylor and had a hour long convo with her about the line,” that she “thought it was funny,” “gave her blessings,” and even “came up with” the lyric. A representative for Swift quickly released a statement crisply denying West’s claim: “Kanye did not call for approval, but to ask Taylor to release his single ‘Famous’ on her Twitter account. She declined and cautioned him about releasing a song with such a strong misogynistic message. Taylor was never made aware of the actual lyric, ‘I made that bitch famous.’ ” A day after the album’s release, Swift accepted the Grammy for album of the year for 1989, and one portion of her speech—“I want to say to all the young women out there, there are going to be people along the way who will try to undercut your success or take credit for your accomplishments, or your fame…”—was widely interpreted as a dig at West.

Kanye and Taylor (or Kanye and Taylor’s rep) may both be telling the truth here—as they see it. Maybe the duo talked “sex” but not “bitch.” Maybe he misinterpreted her noncommittal politeness as implicit accord. Maybe they both hung up pleased they were finally on the same page.

But Kim says Taylor’s deep emotional wound is nonsense—okay, she says it’s a lie—and that there’s video proof, because a videographer was actually filming their phone call. Why? Because Kim’s husband commissions videographers to film everything when he’s recording an album, for posterity (and possibly, one day, a documentary). And this is where it gets sticky.

“She totally approved that,” Kim says, shaking her head in annoyance. “She totally knew that that was coming out. She wanted to all of a sudden act like she didn’t. I swear, my husband gets so much shit for things [when] he really was doing proper protocol and even called to get it approved.” Kim is on a roll now, speaking faster and more animatedly than at any other point during our time together. “What rapper would call a girl that he was rapping a line about to get approval?”

Let’s stipulate here that Kim Kardashian West is not the kind of person who forgets that the tape-recorder light is blinking. But just because a rant is carefully chosen for its audience doesn’t mean it isn’t genuine.
Swift, Kim insists, “totally gave the okay. Rick Rubin was there. So many respected people in the music business heard that [conversation] and knew. I mean, he’s called me a bitch in his songs. That’s just, like, what they say. I never once think, [gasping] ‘What a derogatory word! How dare he?’ Not in a million years. I don’t know why she just, you know, flipped all of a sudden.… It was funny because [on the call with Kanye, Taylor] said, ‘When I get on the Grammy red carpet, all the media is going to think that I’m so against this, and I’ll just laugh and say, ‘The joke’s on you, guys. I was in on it the whole time.’ And I’m like, wait, but [in] your Grammy speech, you completely dissed my husband just to play the victim again.”

Were they in touch after that?

“No. Maybe an attorney’s letter she sent saying, ‘Don’t ever let that footage come out of me saying that. Destroy it.’ ” She sent one? “Yeah.”

I ask Kim how Taylor Swift’s people could have known about the footage, if Swift didn’t even realize she was being recorded in the first place. Kim tells me she isn’t sure, but she thinks someone from Team Kanye might have called someone from Team Taylor.

“And then they sent an attorney’s letter like, ‘Don’t you dare do anything with that footage,’ and asking us to destroy it.” She pauses.

“When you shoot something, you don’t stop every two seconds and be like, ‘Oh wait, we’re shooting this for my documentary.’ You just film everything, and whatever makes the edit, then you see, then you send out releases. It’s like what we do for our show.”

GQ later contacted Kanye’s reps to inquire about the possible video footage and threat of legal action from Swift’s team. While Team Kanye asserted that Kanye and Taylor’s conversation had been filmed and that they had heard from her lawyers, they declined to provide further proof.

—  Kim Kardashian runs her mouth about Taylor and talks about the sexist song Famous to GQ Magazine

I used to really like Jessie J. Back in late 2010/early 2011, she was a singer with so much promise. She was pop with an urban edge, completely down-to-earth, and she just so happened to be quite openly bisexual. As an intro to several of the songs from her first album, Who You Are, she would regale the crowd with stories of her relationships with women and express the importance of love in all its forms, standing up for her right - and all of our rights - to love whomever it was we chose.

Somewhere along the way, I disconnected from Jessie. Not only did her music not do all that much for me anymore (though there are a few songs on Gold that are just that), but the persona she’d suddenly adapted both in interviews and - perhaps much more obnoxiously - on social media began overshadowing what she would continue to say was the most important thing at the end of every rant she made that was about anything but: the music. She wrote lengthy diatribes about what a role model she was, spewing pseudo-wisdom on the world as she explained why she had it all figured out and if only everyone else could, too - an enlightenment she continued to try and disguise under her “be yourself” umbrella - then the world would be a much better place.

To say homegirl has tickets on herself would be the understatement of the year. Jessie J loves herself so much that she was the musical act at her own birthday party, performing a full concert of songs for the family and friends she’d invited along. If that’s not some bullshit, you tell me what is.

Anyway, that’s neither here nor there. Yesterday, Jessie came out of nowhere spouting her cryptic bullshit on Twitter that is supposed to make people care and/or feel like she’s some martyr fighting the good fight about how she has to be true to herself and how it really sucks that people took something she said ONE TIME, many many years ago, to be truthful, because she would NEVER go there now and she simply had gone through a “phase” to discover who she is in life. Of course, she didn’t mention what in the fuck she was ACTUALLY talking about, she just kept spouting off shit about how everyone has such high expectations of her and how difficult it is to “look down on the world” (YES, she went there) and see how insignificant so many things are. Poor Jessie.

Then, someone called her ass out and basically told her to get real and say what she means, and she replied with the above… before deleting it shortly thereafter. Luckily I’m crafty and screencapped that shit, however, because I feel like we need to talk about this.

Look, we’ve all known our share of “four year queers” or whatever you happen to call them. You know, the girls who “experiment” by getting drunk and making out with girls, maybe even sleeping with them or pretending to have a relationship with one for a month or two before going back to dick like they’d always planned to. Fair enough - Jessie wouldn’t be the first and she sure as hell won’t be the last. She’s sprung off Tinie Tempah and has been for over a year, so there are no big shocks there.

But here’s my issue: Jessie did not refer to herself as bisexual once. She said it EVERY CHANCE she could get. She discussed it on talk shows, in magazine interviews, at concerts. She reminisced fondly on her TWO YEAR relationship with a particular girl who’d inspired several of her songs. She pulled the gay/lesbian/bisexual community to her and used them to build a fanbase… and now, when it’s not as trendy to like both men and women, she’s backing out.

To add insult to injury, she’s not just backing out and pretending that this never happened - which… would be fucked up but I can’t dictate anyone’s narrative - but she’s actively referring to a long-term relationship as a “phase”, flippantly claiming that this is something everyone goes through and proudly declaring herself as a dick riding straight woman. Which, girl, do you. But do NOT deride the community you used just to get any semblance of a career.

Here’s the thing that Jessie J doesn’t get. If she had it all figured out, she could find a way to navigate her experience that not only isn’t so final and definitive but also doesn’t offend an entire group of people she used to count herself as part of. If someone feels that they are bisexual - that they love men and women - and is at one point in a relationship with a man, that certainly doesn’t negate their bisexuality. If a bisexual is in a relationship with a woman, that doesn’t make them automatically a lesbian (unless you feel it does, then knock yourself out). But to say “I ONLY LIKE MEN” and put the thumbs up emoji is some self-righteous fuckery that makes me wanna knock this chick out.