no one will explain it to me

Harvey Weinsten sexually Harassed Lupita Nyong’o

Lupita: “I have been following the news and reading the accounts of women coming forward to talk about being assaulted by Harvey Weinstein and others. I had shelved my experience with Harvey far in the recesses of my mind, joining in the conspiracy of silence that has allowed this predator to prowl for so many years. I had felt very much alone when these things happened, and I had blamed myself for a lot of it, quite like many of the other women who have shared their stories.

But now that this is being discussed openly, I have not been able to avoid the memories resurfacing. I have felt sick in the pit of my stomach. I have felt such a flare of rage that the experience I recount below was not a unique incident with me, but rather part of a sinister pattern of behavior.

I met Harvey Weinstein in 2011 at an awards ceremony in Berlin, while I was still a student at the Yale School of Drama. An intermediary introduced him to me as “the most powerful producer in Hollywood.” As an aspiring actress, I was of course eager to meet people in the industry but cautious about strangers, and the intentions of men in general. So I tried to vet this famous producer by asking my dinner-table companions what they knew of him. A woman who was a producer herself cautiously advised me to “keep Harvey in your corner.” She said: “He is a good man to know in the business, but just be careful around him. He can be a bully.” And so I exchanged contacts with him in the hopes that I would be of consideration for one of his projects. I wanted to keep things professional, so I made a point of referring to him as “Mr. Weinstein.” But he insisted that I call him by his first name. In this first encounter, I found him to be very direct and authoritative, but also charming. He didn’t quite put me at ease, but he didn’t alarm me, either.

Not long after we met in Berlin, Harvey wrote to me inviting me to attend a screening of a film — a competitor’s film similar to one he had produced. He said we would be watching it with his family at his home in Westport, Conn., which was not far away from New Haven, where I was living at the time. He would send a car to pick me up. I accepted the invitation.

The driver and I met Harvey in the little town of Westport, where he informed me that we would be having lunch at a restaurant before getting to his home. I did not think much of this. It was a busy restaurant, and as soon as we sat down he ordered a vodka and diet soda for himself. I asked for a juice. Harvey was unimpressed with my choice and told the waiter to bring me a vodka and diet soda instead. I declined and said I wanted the juice. We went back and forth until finally he turned to the waiter and said, “Get her what I tell you to get her. I’m the one paying the bill.” I smiled and remained silent. The waiter left and returned with a vodka and diet soda for me. He placed it on the table beside my water. I drank the water. Harvey told me that I needed to drink the vodka and diet soda. I informed him that I would not.

“Why not?” I remember him asking. “Because I don’t like vodka, and I don’t like diet soda, and I don’t like them together,” I said. “You are going to drink that,” he insisted. I smiled again and said that I wouldn’t. He gave up and called me stubborn. I said, “I know.” And the meal proceeded without much further ado. In this second encounter with Harvey, I found him to be pushy and idiosyncratic more than anything.

We got to his home after lunch and I met his domestic staff and his young children. He took me on a brief tour of the house before he rounded us all up in the screening room to watch the film. He had just produced a similar film of his own, but everyone was raving about this rival version.

I settled in for the film, but about 15 minutes in, Harvey came for me, saying he wanted to show me something. I protested that I wanted to finish the film first, but he insisted I go with him, laying down the law as though I too was one of his children. I did not want another back-and-forth in front of his kids, so I complied and left the room with him. I explained that I really wanted to see the film. He said we’d go back shortly.

Harvey led me into a bedroom — his bedroom — and announced that he wanted to give me a massage. I thought he was joking at first. He was not. For the first time since I met him, I felt unsafe. I panicked a little and thought quickly to offer to give him one instead: It would allow me to be in control physically, to know exactly where his hands were at all times.

Part of our drama school curriculum at Yale included body work, using massage techniques on one another to understand the connection between body, mind and emotion, and so I felt I could rationalize giving him one and keep a semblance of professionalism in spite of the bizarre circumstance. He agreed to this and lay on the bed. I began to massage his back to buy myself time to figure out how to extricate myself from this undesirable situation. Before long he said he wanted to take off his pants. I told him not to do that and informed him that it would make me extremely uncomfortable. He got up anyway to do so and I headed for the door, saying that I was not at all comfortable with that. “If we’re not going to watch the film, I really should head back to school,” I said.

I opened the door and stood by the frame. He put his shirt on and again mentioned how stubborn I was. I agreed with an easy laugh, trying to get myself out of the situation safely. I was after all on his premises, and the members of his household, the potential witnesses, were all (strategically, it seems to me now) in a soundproof room.

Earlier Harvey had sent the driver to the store to buy a boxed collection of “The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency,” an HBO show that he had produced. This was the project he thought I would be right for, he said. (I later found out that the show had not been on the air for some time.) As I prepared to leave his home, he presented it to me. He wanted me to check it out and let him know what I thought. He would be in touch about it. I left for New Haven with his driver.

I didn’t quite know how to process the massage incident. I reasoned that it had been inappropriate and uncalled-for, but not overtly sexual. I was entering into a business where the intimate is often professional and so the lines are blurred. I was in an educational program where I was giving massages to my classmates and colleagues every day. Though the incident with Harvey had made me uncomfortable, I was able to explain and justify it to myself, and shelve it as an awkward moment. His offer to me to be a part of the HBO show was a very attractive one and I was excited about it, especially as I would be graduating in another year. I didn’t know how to proceed without jeopardizing my future. But I knew I would not be accepting any more visits to private spaces with Harvey Weinstein.

I decided to invite Harvey to come to a production I was in at school. Perhaps that way he would really see what I had to offer, and he would see my colleagues, too. He accepted the invitation, but the night of the production, he sent a message saying he had been caught up in New York and would be unable to attend. He would make it up to me. So when I received an official invitation to a staged reading of his new Broadway show, “Finding Neverland,” I was not surprised. I was still debating whether I should accept his invitation, and so I responded saying I was not certain that I could make it because of my school schedule. He responded with exactly the words I needed to hear: Come with whomever you want to come with. And so I invited two of my trusted male friends.

We attended the reading, and afterward Harvey invited us all to a restaurant for dinner with his comrades and collaborators. He sat me next to him, and another actress sat across from me. He had my friends sit at a different table. The talk was shop the whole time and Harvey held court with ease. He was charming and funny once more, and I felt confused about the discomfort I had previously experienced. I looked at the actress who I was informed had just worked with him on a project, searching her face for any sort of indication that she too had been made to feel uncomfortable by this powerful man, but of course I saw nothing. We did not stay very long because we had to catch a train back to New Haven. My friends had been equally charmed by Harvey. He knew when to turn it on if he wanted something. He was definitely a bully, but he could be really charming, which was disarming and confusing. I left feeling that perhaps he had learned my boundaries and was going to respect them.

A couple of months later, I received an email from Harvey, inviting me again to New York for a screening of “W.E.” After the screening, we would have drinks in TriBeCa. I then received a phone call from one of his male assistants to arrange my transportation. Feeling more confident about the new sense of boundaries that we had established in our last meeting, I attended the screening on my own this time. Afterward, as planned, his male assistant arranged for me to get to the Tribeca Grill, where Harvey would be joining us. I met a female assistant when I arrived there. I was expecting that it would be a group of us, as it had been for the reading, but she informed me it would just be Mr. Weinstein. She would sit with me until he arrived. She seemed on edge, but I could only imagine how stressful it was to work for a man who had so much going on.

Harvey arrived and the assistant immediately disappeared. We ordered drinks and starters. Again he was offended by my nonalcoholic beverage choice but he didn’t fight me on it as hard. Before the starters arrived, he announced: “Let’s cut to the chase. I have a private room upstairs where we can have the rest of our meal.” I was stunned. I told him I preferred to eat in the restaurant. He told me not to be so naïve. If I wanted to be an actress, then I had to be willing to do this sort of thing. He said he had dated Famous Actress X and Y and look where that had gotten them.

I was silent for a while before I mustered up the courage to politely decline his offer. “You have no idea what you are passing up,” he said. “With all due respect, I would not be able to sleep at night if I did what you are asking, so I must pass,” I replied.

His whole demeanor changed at that point. “Then I guess we are two ships passing in the night.” I had never heard that saying before, so I remember asking him what it meant. “It means just that,” he said. “We are two ships going in two different directions.”

“Yes, I guess we are.”

“So we are done here,” he said. “You can leave.”

We got up, having not eaten anything, and he led me out of the restaurant. My heart was beating very fast. A cab was hailed for me. I said I would take the subway (I could not afford a cab at the time), but he handed me some money and told me not to be silly, take the cab. Before I got in, I needed to make sure that I had not awakened a beast that would go on to ruin my name and destroy my chances in the business even before I got there.

“I just want to know that we are good,” I said.

“I don’t know about your career, but you’ll be fine,” he said. It felt like both a threat and a reassurance at the same time; of what, I couldn’t be sure.

I did not see Harvey again until September 2013 when I was in Toronto for the premiere of “12 Years a Slave,” the first feature film I was in. At an after-party, he found me and evicted whoever was sitting next to me to sit beside me. He said he couldn’t believe how fast I had gotten to where I was, and that he had treated me so badly in the past. He was ashamed of his actions and he promised to respect me moving forward. I said thank you and left it at that. But I made a quiet promise to myself to never ever work with Harvey Weinstein.

Not long after I won the Academy Award in 2014, I received an offer to play a role in one of the Weinstein Company’s forthcoming films. I knew I would not do it simply because it was the Weinstein Company, but I did not feel comfortable telling this to anybody. I turned down the role, but Harvey would not take no for an answer. While at Cannes, he insisted on meeting with me in person. I agreed to do it only because my agent would be present. In the meeting, he was honest about intending to persuade me to do his movie. I told him I simply did not feel it was a role I needed to play. He said he was open to making it bigger, more significant, maybe they could add a love scene. He said if I did this one for him, he would do another one for me — basically guaranteeing backing a star-vehicle film for me. I ran out of ways of politely saying no and so did my agent. I was so exasperated by the end that I just kept quiet. Harvey finally accepted my position and expressed that he still wanted to work with me at some point. “Thank you, I hope so,” I lied.

And that was the last of my personal encounters with Harvey Weinstein. I share all of this now because I know now what I did not know then. I was part of a growing community of women who were secretly dealing with harassment by Harvey Weinstein. But I also did not know that there was a world in which anybody would care about my experience with him. You see, I was entering into a community that Harvey Weinstein had been in, and even shaped, long before I got there. He was one of the first people I met in the industry, and he told me, “This is the way it is.” And wherever I looked, everyone seemed to be bracing themselves and dealing with him, unchallenged. I did not know that things could change. I did not know that anybody wanted things to change. So my survival plan was to avoid Harvey and men like him at all costs, and I did not know that I had allies in this.

Fortunately for me, I have not dealt with any such incidents in the business since. And I think it is because all the projects I have been a part of have had women in positions of power, along with men who are feminists in their own right who have not abused their power. What I am most interested in now is combating the shame we go through that keeps us isolated and allows for harm to continue to be done. I wish I had known that there were women in the business I could have talked to. I wish I had known that there were ears to hear me. That justice could be served. There is clearly power in numbers. I thank the women who have spoken up and given me the strength to revisit this unfortunate moment in my past.

Our business is complicated because intimacy is part and parcel of our profession; as actors we are paid to do very intimate things in public. That’s why someone can have the audacity to invite you to their home or hotel and you show up. Precisely because of this we must stay vigilant and ensure that the professional intimacy is not abused. I hope we are in a pivotal moment where a sisterhood — and brotherhood of allies — is being formed in our industry. I hope we can form a community where a woman can speak up about abuse and not suffer another abuse by not being believed and instead being ridiculed. That’s why we don’t speak up — for fear of suffering twice, and for fear of being labeled and characterized by our moment of powerlessness. Though we may have endured powerlessness at the hands of Harvey Weinstein, by speaking up, speaking out and speaking together, we regain that power. And we hopefully ensure that this kind of rampant predatory behavior as an accepted feature of our industry dies here and now.

Now that we are speaking, let us never shut up about this kind of thing. I speak up to make certain that this is not the kind of misconduct that deserves a second chance. I speak up to contribute to the end of the conspiracy of silence.”

I’m so happy Lupita shared her story and I have so much more respect for her and commend her for sticking by her morals. It’s disgusting that Harvey would even try something with her while his kids were in the other room, what a sick bastard

A Package Marked “Return to sender”

Story by reddit user manen_lyset

My neighbor is one of those annoying wannabe YouTube personalities. Over the years, I’ve seen him cough out cinnamon, lay flat on the hood of his car as it slowly creeps down the driveway, and douse himself in lukewarm water, all the while screaming epic win, epic fail, or, fuck, epic maintenance of the status quo, for all I know. It can get tiring to watch him go about his shenanigans in the pursuit of viral fame. So, when he knocked on my door the other day, told me he was going away for a few weeks, and asked that I get his mail, honestly, it was a relief. I can’t explain the peace of mind I had knowing I didn’t have to brace myself for any of his stupidity for a while. I was always afraid his stunts would wind up bleeding over into my life.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Leo! What do you think about Keith's "I can't explain it but I think we should attack the cruiser" in the last episode? I thought he had just deducted it but based on this line I guess it was another one of his gut feelings, sooo intuitive Keith strikes again? People say he's quintessence-sensitive, so do u think he somehow sensed Haggar's energy and then put 2 and 2 together and figured it out, or what happened there?

 Okay so, I have been saying Keith’s quintessence sensitive from day one. It’s where I got the whole “druid Keith” idea from, and now that we know druids are more so a creation of the rift, well–I think Keith’s instinctive knowledge of certain things is inexorably linked to that other reality. And its magic. When he contacts Matt, he says, “I can’t explain why, but I know we need to attack that fleet.”

 You know what else that sounds like? When he mentions he can sense the Blue Lion and says, “I can’t explain it, really. I was lost and kind of drawn out to this place. It’s like something…some energy, was telling me to search.” 

Keith just inherently knows certain things, has a sixth sense for it. This goes well beyond good intuition. He was able to feel the Blue Lion’s presence a whole year before her own pilot–sensing her the same way Haggar did. 

He was the only one able to connect with his lion over a vast distance–the only other paladin able to do this is Zarkon, and even then, only with the aid of a druid. In season 1 when that druid attacks him, Keith doesn’t get those same fatal, glowing wounds that Shiro and Thace and Antok do. He’s not as badly affected, and he’s able to heal himself by manipulating raw quintessence–something we’ve only seen from other druids. 

The common denominator here? Haggar didn’t start off as a “witch,” she was a regular alchemist. A scientist. She acquired those abilities though exposure to the rift and all its pure quintessence. And the Lions and this entity of Voltron are from this other reality as well. So honestly? I think Keith was able to sense Haggar’s power and its malicious intent because he has some sort of connection to the rift. 

I’d also like to point out that Keith seems naturally drawn to high concentrations of quintessence. Whether its the Lions or containers of raw quintessence, Keith won’t pass up the chance to investigate it. Keith is pretty much our introduction to quintessence and how the druids work with it. He sees the druids and the quintessence, wonders what’s going on, and decides to follow it. Later, he tells Coran he’s going to grab some of it. And later, when he accidentally crashes into a tank of it, he manages to heal himself. They could have used any character to narratively link to quintessence this way, but they chose Keith.

And then later, Keith starts taking jobs with the BOM tracking these huge supply lines of incredibly rare, pure quintessence. Keith is incredibly concerned about this, and keeps trying to convince Kuron that following up on those leads needs to take priority. Yes, he’s chasing them in hopes they’ll lead him straight to Lotor. But again, he’s following after trails of quintessence again. When discussing the mission, he also says “We have–” then stops, and corrects himself–“I have to take it. I need to be on that mission.” This is very much a personal matter. Even if he can’t fully articulate why, he feels like he just has to be there. And narratively speaking, I think it would be quite interesting if both our half-galra ended up being tied to the rift from opposite ends of it–quite literally. 

So yeah. Considering how Keith seems to be drawn like a magnet to major powerhouses of quintessence, the thing with Haggar’s ship doesn’t surprise me

Barisi Episode Tag, 19x03

(7.9K. Inspired by ‘yummy.’ A canon-compliant story about Sonny and Rafael’s relationship through the seasons. No detail left unexplained, no stone left unturned. Please enjoy.)


Three Years


“Meet me at The Double Windsor. 9 o’clock.”

Rafael can’t stop reading the text.

Carisi’s text.

Rafael can’t stop reading Carisi’s bold, matter-of-fact text.

A time and a place.

Nothing else.

No ‘would you?’

No ‘unless you have other plans.’

No ‘please?’

Just “Meet me.”

Like he’s sure Rafael will be there.

Rafael is there.

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aliensfordonuts  asked:

Hawkmoth and Paon and Adrien "this is awkward."

“Do it!” Chat shouted at Ladybug, his voice strained from the effort of holding the trap shut single-handedly. “Before it’s too late!”

“I can’t! You’ll get hit with the-”

“We can’t let them get away again!” Chat shouted back. “Stopping them is all that matters!”

Grimly, Ladybug nodded, then activated the final piece of the trap they’d laid for Hawkmoth and Paon. The ray swept over the villains and Chat, and all three Miraculous transformations were knocked clean off.

For a moment, everyone-the heroes, the villains, and the assembled police and spectators that surrounded them both-just stared in shock.

“Father?” Adrien whispered. “Nathalie?”

“Adrien,” Gabriel replied stiffly, calmly brushing the dust from his jacket sleeve.

“This is… awkward,” Adrien said weakly.

“It certainly is. Aren’t you supposed to be at a photo shoot right now?”

Adrien’s jaw dropped. “What?”

“He is, I scheduled it myself,” Nathalie said, pulling out her planner. “Well, this explains all your absences and late arrivals over the past few years. I do wish you’d have let me known about all this, Adrien, it would have made rescheduling much easier.”

“You wish I’d told-you’re one of my arch-nemeses!”

“Which is no reason at all to go raising your voice, Adrien,” Gabriel scolded. “Nathalie has never once let her supervillainy interfere with any of her other commitments. You could learn a thing or two from her example.” Gabriel looked around at the surrounding police officers, who were still staring at them in shock. “Well, I’m afraid we’ll have to cut this conversation short, Adrien, it seems Nathalie and I are about to be arrested. We can continue this discussion later. Nathalie, I trust you have my lawyer’s contact information?”

“Of course, sir.” Adrien stared, dumbfounded, as the two of them calmly allowed the police to take them away into custody, and wondered if he’d gone insane or if the world had.

can we talk about how absolutely stupid wrathia’s plan is

“concoct a potion so when i drink it i’ll haunt the next being that is born. i might get like, a snail or a tree or something really frail and weak like a sea cucumber but it’s worth a try” 

“fuck i got a baby. that is so weird. i forgot babies are usually the things that are born. im going to try to convince this infant to form a pact with me. she cant talk yet and wears a diaper but my magnificent leadership skills will surely work on a newborn”

“WHY won’t this toddler playing with toy blocks understand my cryptic messages. what the fuck is wrong with her. clearly she’s the wrong one in this scenario. this fucking tool.”

“OK so i guess i’ll just try to get her to kill herself!! even though now shes a teenager who can talk and will probably understand me now there’s no point in explaining anything. I’ll just torture her beyond repair! makes sense. this will definitely help my case” 

“OKAY NOW SHE’S DEAD AND I CAN EXPLAIN TO HER WHY I’M HAUNTING HER. but i’m stil gonna be fucking cryptic and vague and expect her to find hosts with demons haunting them in this giant expanse of a universe with no clues or help whatsoever. this will all work smoothly im a GENIUS”

Light Sleeper

Rating: T
Chapter(s): 1/1
Relationship(s): Gabriel Reyes/Jack Morrison
Warnings: Disgusting Fluff (N/A)
Words: 1,670
Additional Tags: Soft Old Men, Naps, Snoring, Cuddles (Platonic and Romantic), THE USUAL APOSTAPAL FARE

Summary: Jack Morrison snores. Loudly. And no one’s sure how Gabriel Reyes, otherwise known as the grouchiest person ever woken up from a nap, puts up with it like he does. Not even him.

A/N: Taking a break from sucking at games to write the sleepy old men stuff I keep thinking about when I go into work in the mornings. See full title HERE.


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not my cup of coffee // kang daniel

*˚○ flufffys

*˚○ College!Daniel feat. Brother!Daehwi

*˚○ word count: 1.6k

*˚○ Summary: he uses the coffee as an excuse but he doesn’t even like it.

A/N : I managed to squeeze some time for this and also sorry if its a bit too draggy in the start. My mind goes super saiyan mode when I write in the middle of the night

Originally posted by wooyoungbby


Things seemed to have been going south for you the past few weeks. Due to the death of your grandfather, his restaurant had been bouncing around between his children - also known as your mother and her siblings- and they were debating on who would inherit his restaurant and continue his legacy. And it was far more pressurizing when they came to know that it was the only thing that your grandfather wanted. It was even written on his testament. 

But your mother was busy with keeping up with her job and especially since she was being prepared to take the role of CEO of that company, she didn’t want to give up the chance by to take over the restaurant and start back on square one. Sure, your grandfather was famous among the locals but it simply stopped there. Hence, it explained the hesitation among the siblings and how someone would be able to make a comfortable life by giving up their already-good-enough jobs for a completely different one. So then, the responsibility fell on you and your cousins. 

“Hold on, you want me to run Grandpa’s restaurant when I’m still studying? Mom, I know I’m your favorite but can’t you think of someone else? Like Daehwi for instance. He’s pretty good with luring people in with his deceiving cuteness,” Your sweetest brother Daehwi gasped at your remark as he began to glare at you with every fiber of his being. He attempted to though, and still seemed too cute for his own good.

“(Y/N), I know you’re studying but you’re already receiving amazing grades and on top of that, you don’t have a job to attend to. You can balance things out if you give this a shot,” Your mother debated with you for hours on end. It had been a week since she brought up the topic and it still had not reached your ears. You were just so stubborn.


And things began to change for the worse. Neither of your cousins were willing to take up the role since most of them already had their own families and had jobs that lead them to have a stable and comfortable life. And your other cousins were just too young to take over the business yet. So everything fell on you once more. You had no choice but to say yes. You didn’t want to disappoint your grandfather for not continuing on with his legacy and on top of that, you didn’t want to lose the most important thing in your life. It played a huge role in your upbringing, going there after school to help out your grandfather with serving and just simply hanging out with the nice folks that filled the booths that your grandfather had worked so hard to earn for. Years of painstaking work wasn’t going to waste just like that, you wouldn’t let it.

After the few weeks of signing papers and ensuring that things were handled at the restaurant, it was now officially handed down to you. The nice ladies and men that you grew up with pledged their loyalty to work under your restaurant even if your grandfather had left quite long ago. Reminder to self, treat them to a nice buffet every once a month, they deserve it. Maybe add some promotions while you’re at it.


After a month of managing the restaurant, you came to know that balancing it out with your studies was an exhausting job and you had mentally saluted the kids who worked multiple part-time jobs and still managed to come out with a pretty good score. You, however, had been receiving lower grades and as usual, things were going south.

“How’s my sweetest sister in the world doing?” Daehwi greeted you as the door chimed, announcing the arrival of Daehwi and his friends, Jinyoung, Jihoon, Woojin and Guanlin. You couldn’t forget their names even if you tried. 

“Terrible. I feel like slamming my head on the table,” You groaned as you looked over the expenses and the rent you had to pay by the following week.

“Omo, don’t do that because if you do, you won’t be able to talk to that guy that’s been staring at you for quite some time now. Quite some time as in, for a month.” At the mention of a peculiar happening, your head shot up as you looked over your customers. Nothing seemed unusual. It was all the regulars you see on a daily basis, getting their coffee fix or updating their friends with the latest gossip over your family’s famous lasagna.

“I don’t see any weird guy, Daehwi. If your saying this to mess with me, you better get out of here or I’m- I don’t even have the guts to hit you so just get out of my sight,” You sighed as you propped your head on your palm as you looked at him with an unamused expression. He simply shook his head in return as he leaned over the table, signaling that he wanted his words to be kept a secret from the others.

“I’m talking about that guy from your school. He’s only been going here since you took over the ownership,” He whispered before standing up straight again, but now with a little devilish smirk on his face. A guy from school? You looked over your surroundings once more and one in particular caught your eye. Well only him, since the rest were elderly that frequented the area. If you recalled, his name was Kang Daniel, he majored in Veterinary Sciences the last time you talked to him over pouring him another cup of coffee while he punched on his keyboards, typing out a last minute essay that he had to hand in the following day. He couldn’t be the one staring at you, but who else would other than the elderly ladies who were too immersed in knowing about the recent news around the town. You blushed at the thought that someone was staring at you but it soon brought you back to reality when a thought popped up. Why was he staring?


As you wiped the table of one of your last few customers, you looked around to check on the rest, only seeing Daniel, punching through his keyboard once more no letting out a frustrated huff, wiping his face in hopes that the agitation would be wiped away as well. Well, he was now your only customer, the rest being too old to function in the night. You walked over to him, seeing as his cup was empty yet again and he didn’t look like he would leave the place anytime soon.

“You do know that we close in an hour’s time right? I don’t think you can finish a three thousand word essay in one night, sir,” You teased as you brought the cup towards you, filling it with the black murky liquid. After you had filled his cup, he chuckled looking back up at you as he leaned back in his seat, a wide smile on his face.

“Kicking me out already? It’s only 10 pm. Don’t you close at midnight?” He replied, a little smirk tugging at his lips.

“You caught me. But don’t you feel that pushing it to the very last minute is causing you to bald?” You joked as you slumped into the seat opposite of his. To be truthful, you were only talking to him now out of curiosity ever since you came to know that he had been staring at you with heart eyes, as quoted by Daehwi.

“Don’t jinx it, I might really turn bald and my cats won’t recognize me anymore,” He pouted staring at his phone home screen before looking up towards you. He knew how to pull at your heartstrings, with the most simplest things. But it didn’t distract you from how he was letting a truck load of sugar into his cup of coffee.

“You know your putting yourself at the risk of diabetes, doc? It’s bitter for a reason,” At the mention of his actions, he quickly pulled away from adding the next packet of sugar. His cheeks began to turn bright red from the embarrassment and your melodious laugh didn’t help him at all.


After numerous nights with Kang Daniel still occupying his usual seat in the corner booth, it was now routine that you greet him an hour before closing. You remembered how he had preferred his drinks sweet so instead of filling his cup with coffee once more, you placed a can of red bull by his hand. Your act of kindness was only reciprocated with a confused glance, his head tilted to the side as he looked from the can and towards you in a back and forth motion.

“I don’t want to deal with my customers falling sick, especially since exams are coming,” You sighed as you plopped into the seat opposite of him, as if it was routine.

“Thanks, (Y/N). To be honest, I only drank that coffee out of kindness. I couldn’t refuse you especially with that tired look on your face all the time.” He chuckled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. You were wide-eyed. Did you really look that exhausted? That wouldn’t be good for customer service. You looked into the reflection of your phone screen as you hear his laughter resonating around the room.

“Don’t worry you look pretty, you always do,” He smiled, still recovering from his laughter fest a few seconds before as he pulled your wrist away, pulling your phone away from you in the process. And once he realised his actions, the room was silent. No hitting of the keyboard, no pouring of coffee or the sound of his laughter. Because the both of you were too busy looking into each other’s eyes in shock and embarrassment to even sputter a word.

Growing Fame

summary: A modern AU where the losers are semi-famous for different things, and when they all run into each other at a certain event, all of their fans go bat-shit crazy – wanting the seven to spend more time together. What they didn’t expect even more than that, though, was a well-known and mean journalist to write bad reviews on them all. Their growing fame could soon shrink, they quickly realized.
warnings: nothing, really; swearing.
pairings: not yet decided
a/n: I am excited for this, not gonna lie. To sum up the reasont that they’re famous: Most of the losers are YouTubers. Stan, Eddie, and Bill are this funny famous trio who used to be on Vine. Bev is a make up/FX artist. Mike is a singer on YouTube who’s slowly getting famous. Richie’s in a band. & Ben makes educational history vids with the occasional blog of him & Mike together bc they’re bffs. Hope you guys enjoy!! 

oh & this is like 2.4k words, so beware bc its a bit long.

CH 1 | CH 2 coming soon

Day Off

Mike Hanlon laid on the couch in his apartment – head propped up by cushion, a guitar on his stomach, clothes mismatched from being lazy, and his golden retriever laying beside the couch while the black cat was curled between his feet. He strummed the guitar and hummed a tune of one of his songs with his eyes closed. He was simply relaxing, enjoying the time by himself with his two lovely pets. He could faintly hear his friend in the guest bedroom, an occasional yell being heard that made Mike halt his strumming for a short second before starting again. The dark skinned male had no idea what his friend was doing but he didn’t matter. He had a day off.

A day off from working his ass off to get his EP done for his fans – a surprise for them, actually. Mike was a singer/song writer on YouTube who had just recently been signed a record label deal for the next five years. He had been working on the EP before, but now it’s basically officially official that it will all happen. The work was tiresome, surprisingly. He stood in a studio all day, singing his heart out, and it was fun, don’t worry, but he just couldn’t help but feel that he needed everything for it to be perfect. Besides, he needed one more song plus the name for the EP and he had no idea what to do for those two things.

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kc au week | day 4 · All Human

it’s not his goal to cause any r e a l trouble with anyone who calls, (maybe just a few well-placed inferences to damon being called away suddenly after his results came in for that rash he’s been complaining about??) but all his good intentions are shot to hell when he realizes w h y the woman on the other end has called this number. aside from thinking that this explains so much about the smarmy ass, he can’t help but… rise to the challenge. and maybe he shouldn’t have given his real name (or she hers, as he suspects) but when she’s moaning it in that breathy tone as she comes, he doesn’t regret it one bit.

Headcanons from @candycolamorgan *screams at her too*

Okay I finished The Fractured but whole so now I have time again to write super gay posts about gay boys.

Alright here goes,
I think Tweek and Craigs relationship has added so much more to the show.
It hasn’t hurt the show at all because it is still funny, let me explain why I think it was the perfect decision to make it even funnier.

On one side you have Craig. 
This seemingly emotionless kinda bad boy who you know could get all the girls.
He is just that typical guy you could see breaking heart.

but what makes it funny is.
He is not only gay he is a fucking dork who is shy about saying his feelings out loud. 
And his partner is Tweek of all people.
Tweek is super expressive and dramatic and like a complete opposite of him.

It’s just hilarious what they do to each other, it’s such a genuine sweet love.

Let’s Talk Tarot!

Hey there everyone! I would first like to thank everyone who has shown me so much encouragement and support concerning my tarot deck project! Everyone’s comments and messages have filled me with the inspiration and motivation to keep doing my best! 

That being said, I have also been receiving a lot questions so I thought it would be easier to compile them all into one master post (-: I plan on updating this post as necessary as well, so be sure to check back for any updates if you would like! 


Will you be selling this deck? YES! Once complete, I plan on selling the deck. Although, I’m not entirely sure if I will be including a booklet explaining the imagery or meaning of the cards (I still need to do some research on how to make booklets & such)! 

When will the deck be available to buy? Unfortunately, I don’t really have a set date as to when the deck will be complete. Balancing school, work, and a social life, I don’t feel comfortable making any guarantees. However, my personal goal would be to complete the deck by January or February. 

Can you let me know when the deck is available? Yeah! Just shoot me an e-mail at or message me here on tumblr and I will get you on the list!

How much will the deck cost? I’m not entirely sure. I still need to figure out if I will be including an information booklet, shipping, production costs, and things like that!

What will the back design of the cards be? Undecided! I planned on creating this last once I got a feeling/vibe for the entirety of the deck!

On what platform will you be selling the deck? Errr, I have no idea. If anyone has any suggestion please let me know! I’m a fish out of water when it comes to this type of stuff. Outside of commissions, I’ve never sold anything before!

Do you actually use tarot cards? Yes (-:

Weaver and the Ring

Not many come to the weaver. All had known that she is death and how right they are. But there are a few that knew that she was also the keeper objects better left lost. Cursed crowns, books that told you the future, her loot was endless.

A pretty one with wings appeared, her race was old, older than even the High Fae. At some point they had lost their way.

“I need for you to hold on to this for me. Until there comes a time when it is needed.”

It was not very often one requested an object be held, “Why?”

The pretty one explained, “Rhys is different, he would sacrifice himself for anyone he holds dear to his heart. I want for his wife or mate to do the same. If she is willing to face you, then maybe she will be strong enough and of the right heart for him. And Rhys wouldn’t send just anyone to their possible death.”

I had a mother once, a family, “Do you want me to kill the girl?”

“No, just safeguard the ring.”

“You know it will sit here for centuries and that is only if he survives what the cauldron has in-store for him. And if only his mate survives the trials she must face.”

She blinked with shock, “He has a mate?”

I knew the pretty one’s future, I knew many futures, “Not yet, but the threads show a girl, a girl with a mortal heart.”

“I’ll never meet her will I?”

We were death gods, that is how we knew the future, her death would be the catalyst for a better world, “No you will not, but you already know that since you are here. You would not need me if you did not already know.”

Torn Part 13

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Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Prompt: You’re Parrish’s girlfriend and you catch him getting way too close to Lydia. (whoops)

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader , Lydia Martin x Jordan Parrish, Theo Raeken x Reader


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Formal Affair

A 13 Nights Of Halloween Story

Prompt #13 Domestic- Masquerade Ball
Featuring Finn Balor (guest starring Cody Rhodes)
Requested by @geekoftv
Rated: M-Smut
Word Count- 3500+ (it’s a long one. sorry)

A/N: And so it begins! Welcome everyone to my 13 Nights of Halloween. This was the first one I started on and it’s the first one up. I hope everyone is ready for a spooky, sexy, and exciting Halloween. @geekoftv asked me originally for a very specific prompt and I twisted it into this, so I hope you like this and it’s close to what you were originally wanting Are the tags are all working for everyone? Let’s pray that I proof read this well.

Tag List- @straight-outta-the-asylum @i-kneel-for-king-loki @geekoftv @ladym0xley @satansstrawberry @shieldlovereve @iwannadiehere @vampstampbby @shironichi @blackwidow2721 @the-shy-type @mangagirl232 @wrestingtrash @akihikothekitsune @kanupps06 @kingslayers-angel @isawthesights @castielscamander @shieldsandbulletsandflips @extremelylost @thirstiswet @inamoxbrose24 @reigns420 @bebbyt 

“I don’t want to go.” I grumbled into the phone.

“Come on, Cupcake.” My best friend Cody Rhodes pleaded with me on the other line. “It’s a ball, a company event even, you have to make at least an appearance. I’d hate for you to suffer any consequences if you missed out.”

I sighed, “Code, look, this whole charity ball thing was something I was supposed to have a date to. My date and I just broke up.”

“Yes, I know, (Y/N). But do you really think the big wigs are going to care about that? Please, promise me you’ll still go?”

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anonymous asked:

I know pigeons are crazy smart, but what's something your animals have done that made you go "wow I didn't think you were THAT smart?"

Dude, pigeons can literally learn to read. 

That was the “whoa” moment for me.

Ankhou’s basically just gone through the list of confirming all the different things pigeons can do and understand. 

I’m not really surprised by anything new that he does.

It’s all basically x attempt to communicate y specific thing has clocked for one or the other of us and when we ask to confirm, the other immediately responds.

Like, it dawned on me today that translating Ankhou for people is not as useful as translating people for Ankhou.

I told him today that my niece didn’t want to play with him, but I would, and he immediately stopped harassing her and came to dance on my knee.

He is capable of learning to understand SO much!

And when he has trouble, it’s because I have been talking FOR him instead of explaining TO him.

A lil Keith theory+ character analysis (kinda) ALSO LANCE IS KEITH’S STABILITY EXPLAINED

Ya girl is back with a theory that quite honestly breaks my heart. But it has nesttled itself into my head and oh boy, oh boy does this make me sad. 

BPD, or borderline personality disorder is a mental illness a lot of people don’t really understand. Its also pretty hard to diagnose for some reason and often confused with bipolar depression and autism. 

Lets take a look at the symptoms; 

  • Having an unstable or dysfunctional self-image or a distorted sense of self (how one feels about one’s self).

    Keith definitely has a problem with feeling worthless. We all know that Lance has problems with insecurity, but what goes over a lot of people’s heads is that Keith does too. He assumes people dont like him, the only thing he’s actually sort of proud off are his flying skills. He doesn’t want to lead Voltron cause he doesn’t think he’s any good as a leader, and while he’s not as good at it as Shiro, he defnitely has some leader qualities but he doesn’t see them himself. He came a long way in season 3 in a very short time but he didn’t see it. 

    And his self-sacrifice at through-out of season 4? It could just be the blade of marmora influencing him with their “the mission is more important than the individual” crap, but I don’t think it is. He goes back for other memembers and even tries to fight Kolivan to save the guy when he would maybe be able to throw the guy to safety but never run back himself. And the final eppisode? Keith cares more about anyone and anything than himself. He’s literally willing to die to save anyone else. 

  • Feelings of isolation, boredom and emptiness.

    We all know Keith suffers from not really feeling a connection with others. He’s literally been on a ship in space with six other people for God knows how long and they still describe him as the lone wolf, he still trains on his own all the time. And the common misconception is that he wants to be alone. He really, really, really doesn’t. I cannot stress enough how much this boy would love to join in on the fun all the time, to not be so far away from the rest of them, but he just can’t.  He’s too scarred he’ll be rejected or something along those lines so instead he just… Lone wolfs it. 
  • Difficulty feeling empathy for others. 

    I decided against highlighting this one because we haven’t really seen a lot of it. Although, there have been a few cases of this, like when Pidge tried to leave. In my personal opinion, I don’t think he can summon the empathy very well unless he’s going through or has been through the same thing. 

    When he and Allura went out to space because they both though Zarkon was tracking them he showed quite a bit of empathy towards her but that was also because they were in the same boat (no pun intended) he was sort of going through the same thing. So he understood. When Lance came to him with his issues of insecurrity he got it because he’s scarred of being kicked out too. Of not being a valueable member to the team. 

    But when Pidge wanted to go find her family he couldn’t relate. Cause he’s never really had a family to look for. We don’t know what happened with his dad, whether he died or just up and left like his mum did. But seeming it’s more logical, lets assume his dad did die, he doesn’t know his mother, so… He doesn’t understand Pidge wanting to look for her brother. 

    You may argue that he had Shiro to look for, but if you watch the first episode of season one its pretty clear he wasn’t looking for Shiro. He’s surprised to see him there and he was tracking Voltron before that. Finding Shiro was merely conicidental.

  • A history of unstable relationships that can change drastically from intense love and idealization to intense hate. 

    Again, I didn’t want to highlight this one because, well, we don’t know enough about his backstory to be able to judge if he’s had unstable relationships in the past. 

    However, you cant tell me he doesn’t have and intense idealization of Shiro that kinda turned into a sort of hate (but not really) when he was left in charge of Voltron. But that’s all I got on that one. He doesn’t really seem to hate people or idealise them (apart from Shiro) Some may argue that he hated Lance in season one, but honestly, I call bullshit on that. Annoyance, yes. Hate, no. 

    Annoyed neutrality. 

  • A persistent fear of abandonment and rejection, including extreme emotional reactions to real and even perceived abandonment

    I feel like I dont have to go into this…. So I wont… AT LEAST NOT THE OVERLY OBVIOUS STUFF. 

    Okay so, our boy has abandonment issues. We all knew that. But I honestly don’t think y’all are seeing just how far this stuff actually goes.  When he though Lance hated him (EXACTLY HOW CANNON THE HATE IS IS UP FOR DISSCUSSION, FIGHT ME ANNONS) he really didn’t want much to do with him. Even made a few jabs at him so that he could reject Lance first. 

    With the B.O.M however, we see him literally almost work himself to death during the trails in fear of being rejected to the group. The boy has major issues with self esteem, which is probably why he did so well at the garrison, cause he needs those results to feel okay about himself. He doesn’t think he’s good enough so he works towards being better, yes its pragmatic, but ultimately he’ll end up…. oh I don’t know… sacrificing himself. 

  • Intense, highly changeable moods that can last for several days or for just a few hours. 

    Again, I didn’t highlight this one because, well I don’t have too much to back it up other than that he seems very easy to upset. A little comment like that he’s the lone wolf, even though he’s trying to fit in can really get to him. And just… can people stop hurting my baby please? 

  • Strong feelings of anxiety, worry and depression

    Honestly, this is another one I don’t feel like I have to explain. It just, Keith is a guy that worries a lot, and he definitely has anxiety when it comes to interacting with others. From the way he talks about his mother to the way he looked at his blade when he was figuring out his Galra identity, and the look on his face when the others were pissed off at him in season 4, I think depression is definitely a concept he touches on. Maybe not fullblown, actual depression, but I think he has… issues with feeling like a depressed person feels sometimes. 

    But he’s never actually vocalized this, so this may be me projecting. Though he does show some general symptoms fo depression. 

  • Impulsive, risky, self-destructive and dangerous behaviors, including reckless driving, drug or alcohol abuse and having unsafe sex

    I just, r e c k l e s s  d r i v i n g 
    Yes, he’s a skilled pilot but you cannot tell me he doesn’t throw caution to the wind a lot. 
    Also remember that king he held hostage? 
    Also remember how he worked himself to death during the B.O.M trials?
    Also remember the self sacrifice? 
    Also remember the putting himself in danger to safe his teammates? 
    Also remember how he ran away with Allura in the middle of the night because he THOUGHT he MIGHT be getting tracked and left the team unable to form Voltron without telling anyone?

  • Hostility

    “What? Keith is a total hothead”- Lance, 2016. 
    No but, Keith has said himself that he can be this way.  Even Shiro has pointed it out to him. This one is kinda also just very self explanitory. 

  • Unstable career plans, goals and aspirations

    Well I mean, his plans do kinda seem to be all over the place. He got kicked out of the Garrison… and tracked alien life for a year??? 

    And other than finding Shiro in season 2-3 and joining the blade he never really has a long term plan. His only goal is defeating the Galra, it doesnt go deeper than that. He doesnt necessarily want to go home or settle down. He has no plan. He just kinda floats through life.

With BPD you have these things called modi. Modi are… in simple terms, fragments of your personality. There are five modi, the protector, the strict/punishing parent, the abandoned/abused child, the angry/impulsive child and the healthy grown up. Everybody sort of has these a little bit, but when you have BPD your healthy adult mode is a little… under developed/overwhelmed by the other modi. 

I personally also suffer from BPD and I honestly see a lot of these modi in Keith. The protector is the main one that seems to be present with him. (I also have this one, I call mine richard/dick for short). The protector’s main job is keeping people at arm’s lenght, its hard to get past this guy, esspecially if he’s the main dude running the show. Keith’s protector seems to work a lot with the impulsive child which is why he has such dificulty being a leader. 

I want to give an example here of how Keith’s modi seem to coexist; 

So lets take the scene where he just started leading Voltron and he chased Lotor into the gassplanet. So, he has an objective; get Lotor. His strict parrent modi will lock onto this WITH A FUCKING DEATH GRIP. It doesn’t matter what he has to do, he needs to get his objective. The impulsive child then takes over with the the stirct parent fueling him by telling him he needs to do this, when the team tells him to stop the protector shrugs them off. 

Later, once he failed, and lost everyone, the child and the protector regress, leaving the abandoned child and the strict parrent to yell at it and make the child feel like shit about itself. This is when Keith is vulnerable. That’s why Lance could approach him, and he knows it. And while acknowledging that Keith fucked up, he appeals to the healthy adult in his system to try and get him to move on. 

THAT is why Lance is so good for him and why he stablizes Keith mentally. He is able to tell him that he made a mistake while still accesing the healthy grown-up. Shiro, on the other hand, doesn’t do that. He is constantly trying to shape Keith to be better and sometimes, yes he gets through to Keith’s healthy adult and stuff (patience yeilds focus), but mostly he appeals to the strict parent telling him to be better. 

It doesn’t surprise me that that’s why he saw Shiro during the Galra trials. He really, really, really wants his approval. He might even see Shiro as the strict modi if he were to personify it. 

I hope you’re as sad about this as I am, because it’s two a.m and this suddenly hit me like 20 minutes ago and I’ve been keeping my emotions in check ever since.

anonymous asked:

Mind if you explain a little your drawing process? :3 Like what brushes you use to sketch and how you manage to get such clean and beautiful art

Gladly. First of I only use one brush in most of what I do which is called “pencil” (mind you I use medibang paint pro so the brush might look/work different in other programs) and it looks like this:

The way I get clean lines is kind of hard to explain.. the best way I can come up with to get it clean is to use “correction” which I suspect exist in most programs. I set it around 3-5 so on days I got shaky hands it really helps me out. I also use to flip the image horizontally a lot and rotation and zoom. And then to draw the line I mostly just “swoop” like long (possibly) wide strokes with my wrist. Not small jerks but quick swoops.  

anonymous asked:

Can you rec some anime to me? I'm not picky with genre or whatever, I trust your judgement.

okay leggo, bolds are favs/ones i HIGHLY recommend

hunter x hunter - a masterpiece. starts off happy and cute, u think ur just going to get some pals going on an adventure but then shit gets so fucking real and dark. you WILL cry at some point, probably many times. get ready to adopt some kids. great friendships. the powers in this are very cool and always explained in depth consistently. seriously this is my all time favorite anime and i recommend it to everyone. i really don’t know how to explain just how fucking fantastic this series is. it’s incredible all around (except hisoka, fuck hisoka).


my hero academia - this has gotten very well known so i bet u have heard of it but damn i cried during the first episode. it’s completely stolen my heart. so many great characters (except mineta), u will find it very hard to pick a favorite. sweet sweet friendships. these kids go through a lot, they’re so tough and always learning/growing. their journeys are incredible to watch play out. SUPERHERO SCHOOL BASICALLY BUT IT’S NOT CLICHE/BORING. all the quirks are really interesting. there are some really fucking weird ones, i love it.

death parade - underrated as HECK. literally, i had never even heard of this anime until i randomly stumbled across it one day. after i finished it, i was genuinely confused as to why i’d never so much as heard the name before. gorgeous art and aesthetics, very interesting and thought-provoking.

your lie in april - will give you depression but it’s beautiful and worth it. the music and art are gorgeous, as well. i added some of the music from it to my spotify library and whenever it comes on shuffle, i start sobbing.

fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood - a classic that everyone should watch. i really don’t know what to say, this anime is fantastic.

hotarubi no mori e - this is a movie but FUCK it’s amazing, will make you cry.

madoka magica - What You See Is Not What You Get. you here for cute magical girls? well, you’ll get those but Oh Man, you’ve got a big storm coming. this will fuck with your mind. the visuals are… very unique and i love it.

ouran highschool host club - one of the first animes i watched lol so my memory is hazy but it’s very lovable and cute.

soul eater - i just really love the concept of this series. another i watched awhile ago so i don’t remember everything clearly.

yuri!!! on ice - i’m sure you’ve heard of this lol. the journey of the MC yuuri is lovely to watch and of course, it’s GAY.

gurren lagann - a mecha anime but it’s super interesting. you will probably cry.

noragami - i’ve only seen the first season of this and it was awhile ago so i don’t remember it vividly, but i do remember that i was interested in where it was going and i really loved the art lol.

neon genesis evangelion - the original anime + the end of evangelion, then the rebuild evangelion movies, which form an alternate retelling of the original series. idk nge is psychological and shit, which is my jam.

death note - the original anime is amazing, fuck the netflix adaptation.