of which there are none to my knowledge

taz fandom gf poll

yesterday evening i asked the taz fandom which girls from taz they would most like to date.

from 265 reblogs, here are the responses.

  1. Lup - 147 -  23.9%
  2. Killian - 96 - 15.6%
  3. Lucretia - 79 - 12.8%
  4. Carey - 59 - 9.6%
  5. Ren - 58 - 9.4%
  6. All - 46 - 7.4%
  7. Hurley - 31 - 5.0%
  8. Sloane - 29 - 4.7%
  9. Noelle - 23 - 3.7%
  10. Julia - 17 - 2.7%
  11. Jess - 7 - 1.14%
  12. Antonia - 5 - 0.81%
  13. Cassidy - 5 - 0.81%
  14. Troth - 3 - 0.48%
  15. Lydia - 3 - 0.48%
  16. Istus - 3 - 0.48%
  17. The Raven Queen - 2 - 0.32%
  18. Maureen - 1 - 0.09%

here is a pie chart.

i’m very bad at wrangling with excel.

findings of the study:

  1. people love lup. people really, really, really, love lup. there was even someone who mentioned they don’t listen to taz but still wants to date lup.
  2. our collective taste in women rocks.
  3. there was much talk of wanting to date BOTH killian and carey, although as you can see, more people said killian.
  4. i saw a lot of “lup and ___” - usually killian or lucretia.
  5. people often cast about for favorites and when the favorites kept piling up, just said “all of them.” hell yeah.
  6. some also just said “is this a trick question? all” which, yknow what? tru
  7. i did have one “none” response, but that was from someone saying “they’re all gay” (which is true) and “they’re too good for me” (which… awww buddy i believe in you, you have good opinions from what i know)
  8. the only ladies not mentioned are, to my knowledge: brogden, terra, paloma, hathaway redcheek-fangbattle, hecuba, petrilda, renee, sabine, and june & mavis (which is good, i didn’t have to block anybody).

here’s a couple of my favorite tags. they’re all a delight, but these gave me a chuckle.

conclusions of the study:

  1. you’re all gay.

One of my perennially popular posts is Things That Are Spiritually Abusive. I’ve had a few people (none recently, afaik) take exception to my stance that the doctrine of Hell is inherently abusive, but I was recently reminded of just why I take that view:

In group therapy the other day one of the other participants said that she believes she is inescapably going to Hell for her inability to love and forgive her parents after she learned that they sterilized her without her consent or knowledge. She actively thinks, by which I mean she said, that she will literally burn because of this unless she is able to forgive them.

And one of the other participants… one of the kindest people in the group… affirmed that this was a reasonable fear because she also believes that Hell is real.

Lets talk a little bit about her.

She’s insecure and overeacting all the time, because she was a housewife her entire life and knew little about the world. But when everything falls apart, she pulled herself together immediately because she still has this sorry ass of mine to take care of. She took over my father’s company, worked through its crisis, became a manager at the age of 46 without any knowledge about construction and architecture. It means she had to learn everything from the scatch, with plenty of help from others but still, her will to raise me decently was the only motivation she has.

She’s also very beautiful and charming, which I inherited none (lol) Sometimes I think if I resemble her more perhaps I will be more attractive? She totally agree because she thinks Im so stubborn but she said Im the most beautiful creature she has ever known. She never once thought of me anything close to ugliness, ever. I’m her pride and joy.

She doesn’t believe in drawing can earn a living and pressure me to get a decent job all the time, which I did. But thats also the reason why I’m not so close to her, I dont really share much with her though I know she is there 100% for me. In her time it was so different as she was raised in war, when everyone has to struggle to survive with everything and living a dream is something unrealistic. It’s not her fault to think that way, and I understand that well.

She likes to spoil her children rotten and wants me to rely on her more. Honestly, with my tendency to be fiercely independent and lonewolf, I hate cring to others and vice versa. I am a totally ass if I feel that my freedom was restricted in any way. We fought a lot when I was younger, she wants me to stay close to her, I want to leave. I made her cry a lot. I think if its not because of her great love, anyone would have left me already. Theres no point in reasoning with people like me, but she tried her best. Now I had already left, she just learnt to accept the fact that Im all grown up and take care of my own life. She would sigh sometimes “Why do you have to be so stubborn you can have a easier life you know? I’m so worry”

She’s a super being that I can’t never compare myself to, and will always respect with all my heart.

She’s increadible, kind, strong, loving mom of mine.

cosmic witchcraft 101: where to start? ✨

A lot of people are interested in cosmic witchcraft but don’t know exactly where to start! Here are some of the questions I get from beginners, and hopefully they can help you get started if you’re not sure how to dive in. ✨

I’m interested in/feel a connection to a certain planet/star/constellation. What should I do?

There are a lot of things you can do if you already feel connected to a celestial body! My suggestion would be to figure out why you feel connected to this particular star/planet/etc., and there are a couple of ways to do this:

  • Research. Astronomy, astrology, mythology, everything! Learn everything there is to know about this celestial body. What does science say about this planet? What does mythology say about this constellation? Find out what makes this planet significant and ponder on how these qualities give this celestial body meaning in your life.
  • Look at your birth chart. Not everyone who practices witchcraft uses astrology, and not everyone who uses astrology practices witchcraft. It may not be for you, but a quick look at your natal chart may tell you why you’re attracted to a certain planet. Maybe your favorite planet is in your sun sign, or maybe it’s your chart ruler/dominant. Maybe your favorite constellation happens to be really dominant in your chart! If what you finds resonates with you, your first spell can integrate your favorite celestial body with the area in your life it influences.
  • Stargaze. Nothing better for getting to know the planets, stars, and constellations like looking at them in person. Spend some time outside, preferably during a new moon, unless it’s the moon you want to see! Bring a pair of binoculars or a telescope if you have one. Try to find a place without a lot of light pollution. Stargazing is especially useful if you’ve done prior research. Looking at Jupiter, Sirius, Draco, or any celestial body and having the full knowledge of what you’re looking at can vastly improve your stargazing experience.

How do I integrate cosmic witchcraft with some of my more “traditional” witchcraft practices?

  • Work with crystals, herbs, candles, and intents based on their planetary/constellation correspondences. Check out my celestialcorrespondences tag, which has correspondences for all of the planets! @cosmic-witch has a ton of incredible resources for correspondences. If none of the correspondences you come across ring true with you, figure out what you personally associate with a celestial body. You are in charge of your magic and following through on your personal associations will help make your spells more powerful.
  • Get familiar with the current planetary placements. You don’t have to utilize astrology, but knowing which planet is where in the sky will help you plan your spells. Is Mercury in retrograde? That means it will appear here in the sky at this time. Is Neptune at opposition? Great, it’ll be easy to see when you go stargazing!
  • Design sigils for invoking planetary energy. You can use their astronomical symbols for inspiration, or aspects of their physical makeup and mythology!
  • Don’t use “traditional” witchcraft tools/practices if they don’t feel right to you. There’s no right or wrong way to be a witch, and things like crystals/herbs may not resonate with you. That’s totally fine. Maybe your witchcraft is poetry. Maybe your witchcraft is music. Maybe your witchcraft is crafting, or exercise, or cooking, whatever! If something feels right to you, don’t be afraid to try it because it doesn’t seem “witchy” enough. Your power comes from within; listening to yourself will make your magic stronger.

What sort of spell should I do first?

Any kind you want. If you don’t know what you want, you need to spend some time thinking about what you want out of your practice. Ask yourself: Why have I turned to witchcraft? Spirituality? Self-help? To regain a sense of power? Whatever the answer is, find a way to use witchcraft to achieve that purpose. Channel the moon’s energy for some emotional comfort. Ask the sun for self-confidence. Call on Jupiter’s massive magnetic field or gravitational pull to help you attract positivity. Use Neptune’s energy to help you get in tune with your spirituality. There are no rules in witchcraft except for the ones you set up for yourself. There’s not an ascribed path you must follow, or an order of things you have to do in order to cast a powerful spell.

If you’re having trouble figuring out what you want, I suggest you go stargazing. Look at the north star, or any other star you feel connected to. Watch it move across the sky, or if you’re looking at the north star, watch nearby stars travel in a circle around it. Meditate. Give it some time. It may take you a while to figure out exactly what you want out of this. You’re not wasting time if it takes you a while, this is one of the most important parts of your practice.

Of course, you can always do what i did, which is just dive in. I read a few books, a few resources on tumblr, and decided to do my first spell totally on the fly. Witchcraft is an organic process. If you trust in it, you’ll figure out what you need from it, but trusting in your magic is trusting in yourself. If you feel a little lost, I suggest you start by celebrating yourself. You’re an incredible human being. Ask the stars, planets, the moon, or the sun to send you some positive energy. Celebrate the fact that you’ve decided to endeavor down a path of cosmic witchcraft, and dedicate yourself to continue exploring.

I hope this has been helpful! I’m happy to answer any questions you have for me ✨

I’ve been pretty quiet the last couple days. This is me laying low. But this post and all the lovely comments was brought to my attention this morning and I sort of feel the need to defend myself. From shippers. and yes I’m going to be bitter. I think I’m allowed that. 

There’s a couple things I take issue with because, you see, I was in many of your shoes not even a week ago. Pretty innocently shipping with very little to no threats from antis. Antis being mad made me happy because, for the most part, their anger was empty bullshit. It made me want to ship harder. However. What myself, Jess and Lauren have received is not empty, angry anti bullshit. My last name, Lauren’s last name and my place of work were dropped into my inbox by some anonymous person with the CLEAR message that if we continued to ship the way we do, my job was going to be threatened. That is not an empty threat. Realistically, do I think my boss would care that I ship? No. Does it stop me from being absolutely terrified that this random anonymous psycho now knows my last name? Hell fucking no. The minute you know someone’s name, you know their address, their phone number, their family members names, all thanks to google. Lauren has a child with one on the way. She has a family, a life, all of which are now threatened. And why? Because she ships. I don’t wish our last couple days on anyone and certainly I don’t wish it on any other shippers but you know what? I do wonder if any of you would be doing a happy dance that antis are mad if your privacy was suddenly under attack. I also wonder if you’d be as annoyed as I am that other shippers, who I thought had our backs, were now partying and shipping even harder because the antis are mad. I don’t think you’d be super happy if the tables were turned. Their anger is now threatening real people. Lauren, Jess and I are not just blogs. 

So while all of you are so happy that the antis are mad, we are terrified. We’re scared to ship again. I’m scared to take my blog off private. I’m really paranoid. I made a separate locked twitter account so I can ship in peace without the fear of being quite literally stalked and harassed. But quite frankly shipping is the last thing I’m worried about. In my mind, this has nothing to do with “the ship.” This goes way beyond the ship. 

Are there things the three of us, as shippers, could have done differently? Maybe. Depends on who you talk to. Sam doesn’t seem to mind us tweeting him all the time. None of you seemed to mind that we were so active when he was faving our shippery tweets. Personally? I have no regrets on how I ship. I’m not afraid to speak my mind because, for the last 3 years or so, I didn’t think there was going to be any serious consequence. Which is how all of you are living your lives on this ship. Without consequence. Some part of me is really happy for you. I’m glad you can all ship without consequence, without nasty threats being dropped into your inbox (and that’s how it SHOULD be. But it’s not so here we are.) It’s really easy to “ignore” when the threats are not personal. 

The other part of me though is really sad. I’m sad, I’m frustrated as hell, I’m annoyed, I’m angry and I’m resentful. Partly because I can’t ship the way you guys get to and I miss it. I want to be able to. But also because, somehow through no fault of our own, Lauren, Jess and I have big red targets on our backs. Everything we do is screen capped and analyzed and ridiculed. Everything. Don’t believe me? Go take a gander at some of the more well known “anti” blogs. Just yesterday I was having my name smeared all over one of them for something I had no part in or knowledge of. And before this happened, I was able to laugh at it because it was just so ridiculous but suddenly none of it seems super funny to me. So while all of you get to ship and enjoy and have fun, we have to make a choice. We have to make a choice about whether or not we even want to continue with our blogs. Whether or not this ship, which used to be a happy place for all of us, is worth continued threats, continued harassment, continued bullying, continued screen capping etc. Potentially more doxxing. Spoiler alert: it’s 100% not worth that. Because if we decide to leave, antis are not going away. They’ll just choose new targets. 

I’m not looking for pity with this post so please don’t try it. But I am looking for a bit of understanding, a little less “stay strong” and “just ignore and keep shipping” and a LOT less “YAY ANTIS ARE MAD TIME TO PARTYYY!!!!”

I honestly have no memory of having written this (or: Aaron Sorkin and Julian Fellowes are BOTH going to kill me)

I was Googling around among the old posts for something that needs to go into a reply to an ask when I stumbled across this. Now I’m wondering what I was smoking. Because it’s fun, if I do say so myself.

It started with this comment and reply:


So I just heard that Michelle Obama is such a hardcore Sherlockian
She actually called BBC and asked for season three
And they gave her the sloppily put together tapes of season three
Michelle Obama literally called BBC for season three and they gave it to her

And my reply:

This would be wonderful if there was any way it could be true, as none of S3 has even been shot yet. Shooting starts in March.

Also: to they best of my knowledge the production company does not do the kind of “storyboard video” that a major film might do. So, nothing like that would be making its way to the White House either.

…Sorry. (But what was the source of this rumor, I wonder?“

To which the answer, per remaaarkable, was:

I believe the Sherlock rumor stems from the fact that Michelle Obama asked for Downton Abbey early at some point–but I think it was the Christmas special or something.

And then suddenly this happened:


PRESIDENT JED BARTLET sits behind his desk in the Oval Office. He looks annoyed as LEO McGARRY, his Chief of Staff, walks in.

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Happy Birthday joan-of-park!

Happy birthday wishes for @joan-of-park! To help celebrate your day, @booksrockmyface has written a special Everlark story just for you! We hope you enjoy it :)

Title: The Cook’s Contract

Gift for: joan-of-park

Rated: E

Author’s note: Happy birthday! You wanted a class difference fic and you got it! I hope this lives up to your expectations. Many thanks to writingbutunpublished for help with the title (and for just being an amazing friend who lets me ramble on about my story ideas). Attention: smut ahead!


Peeta hosted and attended several dances and dinners trying to find a wife suitable for his station as the Duke of Mallory. But none of the women in attendance (usually the same batch every time) were interesting enough to entice him to even consider courtship, much less marriage.

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Spoilers ahead!!!

I know it would be wiser to speculate when the actual chapter translations come out on the 8th, but this is really intriguing me. I personally believe that the mystery, one-legged man is someone that we know from the walls. It wouldn’t make much sense to hide the face of an unknown or a minor side character.

I narrowed it down to 3 people who somewhat match the man’s description. He has long dark hair, an eye that is either injured or just a disguise, somewhat tall or just average height, (Which eliminates one of my suspects) and lack of knowledge of the Eldian armband.

As you can see, I believe that either Hanji, Levi, or Eren are this man (I was going to include Connie, but he matches literally none of the traits, besides not knowing whether his hair is black or brown). I know this seems like a stretch, but hear me out.

The only link I could find with Hanji and the man is that their left eye is either gone or injured and that they share the same hair and stature. The only problem is that Hanji’s gender is not confirmed, and we can see the man has beard hair. This would confirm that Hanji is a male, but that would heavily mess with the anime, as Hanji is female. Plus, Hanji wouldn’t prove much in a fight due to the missing leg. Hanji is skilled but without gear, i’m not sure. This eliminates Hanji

Second is Levi, which is highly unlikely to me. The man is taller than average as seen when he is walking with other injured soldiers. Levi is only 5′3. Also, Levi has a unique facial structure, with large eyes and a young looking face. He would be noticeable to Reiner, Zeke, and Piek. Also same thing with Hanji, while Levi is skilled, his missing leg would not be helpful if he were discovered.

Lastly and most likely, Eren. While risky, Eren can easily pull this disguise off. Black/Brown hair? Check. Average/tall height? Check. False injury to the left eye and missing his left leg? Check. We’ve seen Reiner able to slow his regeneration when he revealed his bite wound to Eren when he confessed to being the Armored Titan. It’s possible Eren is able to slow or pause the regeneration process. While its hard to figure out how he was allowed to do this, since he’s the most wanted person of Marley due to him having the Coordinate and Attack Titan, I believe that Eren is most likely trying to infiltrate Marleyan society so he can report back important information. I can’t see him trying to destroy Marley single handedly, even though he has the strongest titan in him, the coordinate. But it’s all just speculation. Let me know what you think.

anonymous asked:

(preemptive apology for the nitpicky, probably irrelevant nature of this ask) So I’ve seen a couple of things bouncing around the YoI fandom and especially directed to you about Vicchan and Viktor, usually either how the way Vicchan is romanized means Viktor should be spelt Victor, or how Vicchan should be written Vic-chan to be more consistent with the usual romanization conventions for honorifics. Well, *takes deep breathe* neither of those are actually the case! (1/4 yikes)

The doubled ’cc’ in Vicchan is actually meant to indicate gemination (“twinning,” like gemini) of the consonant sound. Specifically, the ‘ch’ in ‘-chan.’ Consonant length isn’t a factor in English, but it is in Japanese, it completely changes the meaning of a word—for example, 行け (ike) is go away, but 一家 (ikke) is household. (2/4 still yikes)

In Japanese, Vicchan’s name is written ヴィッチャン. ヴィ is Vi (phonetically ‘Vee’) for Viktor, チャン is ‘chan,’ and the small ッ between them basically means “elongate the consonant that comes directly after this.” So if I were to attempt to romanize that unambiguously, it might be Vi. CHan. But that looks like someone resting their elbow on the keyboard by accident, not a name, so—Vicchan. (3/5 I misjudged)

So the ‘c’ in Vicchan says exactly nothing about how Viktor should be spelt, because all that that marvellous poodle is getting from Viktor for his everyday name is the Vi- part. This makes it less obvious that Vicchan is named for Viktor, but not as much as you might think, because Japanese actually doesn’t have a ‘V’ sound, which is why it frequently is changed to a ‘B’ sound in loan words, though ヴ is in more common use now (which I’m grateful, ‘cause I have a V in my name too). (4/5)
None of this has been to rag on fandom for not knowing this. Hey, I’d be a little concerned about my future job prospects if everything about Japanese-English translation was common knowledge. I just hadn’t seen it explained anywhere despite all the debate around Vicchan. —This has been a deeply unnecessary lecture on the peculiarities of romanization. (qualifications: 3.5 years studying Japanese) (5/5 at last) 


I was aware of this which is one of the reasons that I chose to switch from using Victor to Viktor   

Fic: with just a look (we can rule the world)

Summary:  in which oliver and felicity prove how good of a team they are, even without words.

For the hiatus ficathon by @thebookjumper​ The prompt is:  eye contact

A/N: Thank you @wetsuiton for being my beta and constant cheerleader! This fic includes appearances by your favorite superheroes from the arrowverse. Also disclaimer: I have no knowledge of the technicalities of sci-fi stuff, so just go along with it and have fun! :D


This isn’t gonna work. None of this is gonna work.

Oliver resists the urge to let out a loud groan in front of everyone, knowing he’d only be met with disapproving glares. They’ve been at this for hours now; the arguing and talking over each other and it’s giving him a headache. He tilts his head back, closing his eyes and inhales deeply but his head keeps pounding, the beginnings of a migraine happening, caused by the constant chatter around him.

This is the exact reason why he prefers to work alone.

Well, no, that’s not true.

He has a team and he likes working with them. His team being the operative term. But it’s not just his team in the room right now. Actually, most of his team aren’t here at all. Instead the bunker, his safe place, his home, has been taken over by a few groups of people that are certainly not part of Star City’s resident vigilantes.

In the command center platform stands Sara Lance, looking as intimidating as ever. Next to her are Ray and Jax talking animatedly over each other. There’s also Barry in his Flash suit, sans mask, trying to look patient as Cisco and a woman named Gypsy pile onto the conversation. Then there’s their friend from another Earth, Supergirl, who is trying to keep up with the conversation going around, giving her input from time to time.  

This reunion of heroes is brought on by yet another power laden villain, hell bent on destroying their earth. The metahuman, which Cisco has named Jumpman, has now made his way to Star City. Which is why they’ve all reconvened in his bunker. Just great; another eventful November.

It’s a good thing they have a bigger base of operations now. Oliver cringes at the thought of trying to hold all of these superheroes in the foundry below Verdant. He’s also glad that his team is occupied elsewhere since everyone here has brought their own entourage who are currently loitering around the bunker.

The rest of the Legends crew are scattered all over the place. Nate is showing Amaya – whose resemblance reminds him of his friend in Detroit – the mannequins displaying their uniforms. From the sound of it, he’s more interested in the outfits than she is.

What’s concerning him, though, is that the infamous arsonist, Mick Rory, and their friend who still held on to her evil freezing powers, Caitlin Snow, are lingering around each other. Barry and Sara have assured him that there’s nothing to worry about with those two but the only thing that reassures him at all about the two of them is that Iris is also with them; he’s noticed that she doesn’t leave Caitlin’s side much.  

Oliver is just glad his own team aren’t here to add on to the chaos. Curtis is busy on the main floor; after having drawn the short straw managing his and Felicity’s new business. Dinah is at the precinct working her shift and Rene is back at City Hall, mainly trying to divert people’s attention past the fact that Oliver himself isn’t there to do his mayoral duties.

Besides, the newbies don’t need to be here for this. All he needs is to have his partners with him. Diggle stands next to Sara, also giving in his input whenever the group stray too off topic. Which, between Ray and Cisco, is a lot of the time.

Then there’s Felicity.

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ok so I’ve been thinking about it for a while and though I’ve always, always loved parrots I don’t think I want to live with one. There are a lot of reasons leading me to this conclusion, none of which this post are about.

What does seem like a viable option though is some sort of pidge or dove. I don’t have the resources to take one into my home now, I do have plenty of time on my hands to learn about proper care so I’m going to steep myself in knowledge before I even go looking for a feathered friend.

I’m thinking I want to get a boy pidge if I can (I know birds are hard to sex so I’m not too set) but one thing that has me worried is his mental health? Will he be okay with a male handler? I don’t want him to fret when I don’t lay eggs or am bad at building nests.

I’m gonna tag @tinysaurus-rex and @ramseyringnecks because this feels like a really silly question but I know you folks wont judge me for wondering about it.

Bare Your Soul (SSC/Rosvolio Modern!AU)

((Set before Migraine))

“I’m telling you, Tybalt looked ready to slash my tires.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so pissed before.”

“Yeah, well, you did turn him in for smoking pot in the library, ‘Cutio,” Romeo pointed out from his spot on the floor.  Benvolio chuckled at them, particularly when Mercutio threw a pillow at him from the couch and hit Juliet in the face rather than her boyfriend, who was sprawled out using her stomach as a pillow. 

“I am all for enjoying a joint, don’t get me wrong…but not within the walls of our proud university!”

Livia snorted derisively, and Juliet rolled her eyes at him.  “Oh please, how many times have you lit up in the student center or one of the labs?  You just wanted to get my cousin in trouble and you know it! He almost got kicked out for that.”

“Oh please, like that would actually get one of the golden boy Capulets expelled.  It’s not like your family owns an entire science building or anything,” Romeo pointed out.

None of the Capulet women could argue, which brought a grin to Ben’s face.  The gang had taken over their apartment, almost everyone spread out in the living room studying or working on mid-term assignments.  Even Paris had joined them, helping to test Livia on her anatomy knowledge. The only one not with them was Rosaline; she was busy making more snacks in the kitchen, having already finished her exams for the week.

As if his thoughts had conjured her, the eldest Capulet returned carrying a tray of nachos and bowl of chips and dip.  She paused at the doorway, watching them bicker with a fondly exasperated grin on her face.  Before she could turn her gaze to him, Benvolio returned his focus to the project on his lap.  

“Are you guys seriously still on about Tybalt? I’m pretty sure you all have more important things to do than gloat about fanning the flames of this stupid feud.”

“Sorry, Ros, but nothing is more important than getting a leg up on the likes of a Capulet,” Mercutio teased, winking at her as her sister and cousin scoffed at him.  Ben turned his eyes back to Rosaline, and raised a brow at her when he saw that she was staring at him with pleading in her gaze.  She gestured towards the others, and he smirked.

“Okay, children, time to get back to school work,” he commanded playfully, met with a choir of “oh, come on, Ben,” and “children, really Benvolio?”  With a glare sent to each of his friends, they finally complied with muttered complaints.  When Benvolio glanced back to Rosaline with a smug grin, she rolled her eyes but nodded to him in thanks.

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I don’t get how anyone can hate Jurassic Park 3

It’s literally a movie about Dr.Alan Grant getting progressively pissed off at the stupidity of everyone else. He just looks so done thoughout the entire movie and it’s great. 

Ah just another day of paleontology-ing and not being stuck on the island of my nightmares getting torn to shreds. This is the life.

Alrighty Billy. I’m retired. I’ll let you hear out this clearly deranged man even though I already said no. It’s fine. Cool. I’m retired, no problemo.

Fuck no. We are not going anywhere near that goddamn island.

Okay you got me over the island but don’t you fucking dare land on that island or so help me. We will all die don’t you do it.

Who in the fuck hit me

Tell your wife to shut the fuck up before she gets us all fucking killed

Fuck you too Mrs. Kirby

Okay guys I got this, this is why you brought me I know this guy. He’s cool if you don’t move. He’s got food. We cool.

Why the fuck did you bother bringing me along to this hellhole if you weren’t gonna listen to me

Mrs.Kirby in the 10 minutes we’ve been on this island nearly being eaten because you were yelling, have you learned NOTHING ABOUT YELLING ON THIS ISLAND

*A wild hugeass angry Spinosaurus appeared because once again you were fucking yelling Mrs.Kirby. Why are you still alive*

Well? What are you waiting for?

Are you fucking kidding me I have to tell you to run from the giant dinosaur When I say don’t run you run, when I say nothing you stand there gawking like fucking morons, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE

Billy, you stole raptor eggs? From an animal who’s mother is larger than you and has eaten like half our people? Do you have any knowledge of anything in that fucking head of yours?

Really now. Just to remind you dumb pieces of dino doo-doo as we’re stared down by raptors, Who thought it was a good idea to land on this fucking island? Well it wasn’t me you dumb shits. Now everyone’s dead and our only chance is if I can play this raptor ocarina which I haven’t touched before in my life.

Note to self: Never talk to any people at all ever after this. Vacation in Europe. I bet none of this happens in Europe.

Fun facts about Jamaica 🇯🇲

If you are familiar with Jamaica , I can probably bet you (and win) you never knew half of these interesting facts on Jamaica . I myself was even surprised at some of these findings. Here you go!

Had electricity before the United States
Had running water before the United States
Had phone cards before the United States
Their phone system was so sophisticated it was copied by AT&T
Jamaica has the most “churches” per square mile of any country in the world. Source-Guinness Book of World Records. Over 1,600 “churches” all over Jamaica . That number is growing.
Jamaica was the first country in the Western world to construct a railway, even before the United States ! This was only 18 years after Britain !

Jamaica is the first Caribbean Country to gain Independence .

Jamaica is the first team from the English-speaking Caribbean to qualify for the Football (Soccer) World Cup. This was the 1998 championship.

Jamaica stands strong in 3rd place on the list of countries to win the Miss World titles the most! [Hmmm!]
The only countries to have won it more than Jamaica is India , Venezuela and the UK , but considering the size of Jamaica , you have to say that this achievement is monumental!

On his second voyage to the New World in 1494, the tip of the Blue Mountains in Jamaica was the first land sighted by Christopher Columbus.

Jamaica was the first commercial producer of bananas in the Western Hemisphere .
Jamaica also was the first island in the Caribbean to produce rum on a commercial basis.
The Manchester Golf Club in Jamaica , established in 1868, is the oldest in the western hemisphere!.
Apart from the United States , Jamaica has won the most world and Olympic medals.
2006-2007: World Fastest man and woman- you bet, are Jamaicans [Asafa Powell and Sherone Simpson].
2008/2009 - Olympic/World fastest man and woman - Usain Bolt and Shelley-Ann Fraser
Jamaica has more multiple (two or more) live births than anywhere else in the world.
Jamaica was the first country to impose economic sanctions against the apartheid regime of South Africa .
Jamaica is the third largest island in the Caribbean .
Jamaica was the first Caribbean island to enact legislation, “The Motion Picture Industry (Encouragement) Act” to promote the making of films.
Jamaica is the first country to sign a Global Fund to Fight AIDS, Tuberculosis and Malaria grant agreement.
Jamaica was the first tropical country to enter the IOC Winter Olympics. The bob sleigh team’s efforts inspired the film ‘Cool Runnings’.
Jamaica was the first colony England acquired by conquest. This was in the year 1655 when the Spanish were driven from the island.
They have the second largest butterfly in the world? (The Giant Swallowtail).
Another of the interesting facts on Jamaica is that it was the first British colonial territory to establish a postal service (in 1688).
Jamaica was the first Caricom country to liberalize the telecommunications sector. Since then, other Caricom countries have opened up to competition.
Another one I found to be one of the most interesting facts on Jamaica is that Jamaica was the first country in the Caribbean region to launch a web site, jamaicatravel.com. This was in 1994!
And if you know none of the above, (which is fine) I expect you at least know that Jamaica is the birth place of Robert (“Bob”) Marley [smile]
that the Jamaican Flag is the ONLY flag in the world, that doesn’t share any of the colors of the American flag?

Now my friend, get out and share you new found knowledge of Jamaica

Life is short, Break the rules,
Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly,
Love Truly, Laugh uncontrollably, and
NEVER regret anything that made you smile

anonymous asked:

Hello dear admins, can I request a scenario where Fukui helps Liu in courting the girl he likes by giving him tips and advice, and by those it means teaching him ancient/obsolete Japanese style of courting, and as usual, polishing his also ancient speech style. lol thanks~

Oh boy! Anon, you are seriously testing me on my history knowledge! Which, by the way, is none. I used this as a reference and a few other sites I read through elsewhere.

If there was one thing Liu was grateful for, it was Fukui’s role in matching him with you. He had a strong feeling the point guard would have a good future as a matchmaker if he only took the initiative to help someone other than his teammate. Still, staring down at the portfolio which held his resume, Liu silently thanked Fukui for all the hours they had spent together working on the few pieces of paper that would convince your parents he was a perfect match for you.

Now if he could only get them to sit still enough to read it.

“Liu?” Your voice brought him out of his silent train of thought and his eyes met your concerned ones. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring at your binder.”

He coughed into a closed fist, assuring you that he felt perfectly fine. On the inside though, there was a storm of nervous anxiety building in him; would your parents accept his resume and deem him a suitable match for you as well? He hoped the exaggerations Fukui had made to his words wouldn’t be a detriment.

“Did you kids want some tea and snack?”

From the kitchen, your mother entered with a teapot in one hand and a tray in the other. It rattled slightly, the cups on top of it wiggling with her slight unsteady balance as she placed the tray down onto the table between the two of you. One cup for you and one cup for Liu; was your mother not planning on sticking around? How was he going to get her to read his portfolio now? Or maybe… Did your father make all the decisions instead?

And then he saw it, the little plate of snacks placed delicately in the middle of the tray; two perfectly round mochi pieces sitting there for the both of you.

Liu’s face exploded with color. “‘Tis too early to think about those kinds of things, ‘tis not?”

You were blinking owlishly at him, head tilted as if you didn’t understand the meaning behind the food your mother had set before you. The two mochi pieces, representing her approval of your betrothal to him, seemed to mock his embarrassment.

“The offer is appreciated, trust me in this,” he started, trying to explain the situation. “But we are too young for marriage, are we not? Thy mother hasn’t even read my proposal yet.”

This time your face exploded with color and you nearly choked on the tea you were sipping. “M-Marriage?!”

Hawkmoth vs Gabriel

So… as a result of me posting pics of Kubdel, people keep coming to me about Hawkmoth/Gabriel theories. Either agreeing with me or telling me why I’m wrong. Both are fine–no one’s been uncivil–but I suppose the best thing to do would be to make a post about it. And so I will now attempt to address as many physical points about Gabriel and Hawkmoth’s identities as I can. Not Kubdel because, though I know I use him as an example, I don’t actually think he’s Hawkmoth, lol. 

I will admit that, yes, Gabriel and Hawkmoth have the same shaped cheekbones, chin, and nose from the profile–this was proven in Origins based on the silhouettes - 

Same lower profile —–^

Same cheek structure and ear shape. HOWEVER! Since we’re looking at these pics ANYWAY, I would like to point out some details other people seemed to have missed. Aside from the fact that Hawkmoth isn’t wearing glasses like Gabriel does (why would he take them off? Anyone who wears glasses regularly knows that would be silly), Hawkmoth doesn’t have HAIR where Gabriel does. 

If you look above and below their ears, you’ll notice the lack of hair silhouette. You can see in Gabe where his hair is shaved close to his head. If Hawkmoth had hair, you’d see it. Hawky appears BALD in these areas. So for all the similarities on the left of their faces, I’m not seein’ ‘em on the right. And in a show where the characters don’t change clothes or hair, THIS IS IMPORTANT!

Moving on - 

Gabe the Babe and Hawky do not have the same TEETH. Hawky’s are smoother on the bottom and smaller. This implies that they have DIFFERENT facial models. And do you know what that is? More expensive. And sure, the miraculous can “change things,” but why the teeth, or anything else I’m about to list - 

Their MOUTHS are not the same. When Gabe smiles, his upper lip all but disappears (Gabe never has an upper lip, really), and while his lower one can become more pronounced, it’s not nearly as apparent as Hawky’s. Also, the last two images, another look at those teeth. 

BUT IN THE PROFILE THEIR LIPS MATCH! Well, yeah, in PROFILE! This can be very misleading. Hawky and Gabe may look the same from the side, but once they turn to the front, those angles are clearly very different (if anyone has a strict profile pic of Hawky while he’s tranformed, I’d like to see it. If it doesn’t match up with the silhouette above, then none of this matters because that would prove transforming DOES impact all these small details. However, I don’t think a strict profile pic of Hawky, while he’s transformed, actually exists. To my knowledge, which I’m always willing to admit is limited). 

You see it in his nose as well. Hawky’s profile could clearly support the shape of his nose as well as Gabe’s, but you look at them straight on and Gabe’s nose is rounded more across the top than Hawky’s, which is relatively pointed. And I GUESS it could be the cowl, but, like the teeth, if Hawky is SO OBVIOUSLY supposed to be Gabe, then WHY change these things? It’s only more expensive.  

Their mouths don’t even MOVE the same–Gabe is all severe lines and Hawky has more curve to his lips.

Now we’ll get to the eyes -

Aside from their eyes not even being the same shape, they’re not even the same COLOR. Gabe’s are darker on top and blue, whereas Hawky’s are lighter and a more purple/blue. 

The POINT is that when people say Gabe and Hawkmoth have the same eye color, what we can see of that is WRONG! As we see them separately, Gabe and Hawky have different eye colors. This could be the work of the miraculous, or even the lighting, but, then again, that doesn’t aid any defense of them having the same eye color because we can’t know that for certain. 

Speaking of eyes - 

In both of these images, we see that both men are furrowing their brows in very similar fashions. And yet their eyes are not shaped the same. The corners Hawky’s eyes point up while the corners of Gabe’s eyes point down. 

WELL IT’S THE COWL! Are you seriously telling me that the miraculous is changing Gabe’s teeth, his nose, and the shape–as well as the outer corner placement–of his eyes?

Really? Really? Are you sure?



Yes, these things are true. Maybe Hawkmoth likes silver rings. Maybe Hawkmoth KNEW Mama Agreste. Maybe he’s related to Gabriel. Maybe he was also in love with Mama Agreste. MAYBE he’s related to Mama Agreste (they do have pointy noses and eyes that turn up at the corners, unlike Gabe’s whose turn down). I don’t know. There are a lot of other reasons for the locket and the ring than there are for the fact that Gabe and Hawky’s faces just are NOT the same.

Yes, I know there’s a lot of Butterfly symbolism around Gabriel–when he’s turned into a butterfly in Jackady, Adrien’s shoes, their last name being Agreste. But, at the same time, symbolism is supposed to be subtle, not blatant. Which means that, like so many writers do, they’re luring you down the wrong trail on purpose. Gabe is a red herring, in my opinion. It seems obvious that Gabe is Hawky because that’s what they want you to believe. And I know, it’s a kids show, it’s “not going to be that complex.” Well, I’ll point you to things like Avatar and Steven Universe. Kid’s shows can be plenty complex. 

And yet, we get images like this -

In which Gabe shares similar hair, the same striped theme, similar color scheme, and suit design (elements which I’ve previously explained are important). Yet…


Maybe Gabe is Hawkmoth and his miraculous gets stolen and someone else akumatizes him into The Collector. Maybe The Collector isn’t an Akuma. Who knows?! I don’t, just like I don’t know for certain that Gabe is Hawkmoth. So yeah, anyway, hopefully you all found this enlightening.

I’m clearly too obsessed with this show, but now that I have this post done, I can use it as a reference whenever someone asks why I don’t think Gabe is Hawkmoth *shrugs*

And PLEASE refrain from messaging me with things like “It’s a SHOW! GOD! Calm down!” I’m a literature major with emphasis on analyzation–I do these things because it’s FUN for me. It’s like a HOBBY! So please take your sour attitude somewhere else, because I’m going to keep coming up with theories and analyses because I LIKE doing it. I couldn’t care less what you think about it.


Originally posted by heckyeahreactiongifs

Selfless - 7x05

I was really curious as to what the hell this line was about, so I looked it up and it’s a reference to a short story by Edgar Allan Poe, “The Cask of Amontillado,” about a man named Montresor, who murders his friend, Fortunato. Claiming that Fortunato has insulted him one too many times, Montresor lures him down into a basement, gets him drunk, chains him up in an alcove, then walls him in and leaves him there. As he puts in the final layer of bricks, he hears Fortunato desperately screaming,

“For the love of God, Montresor!” 

Montresor ignores his pleas for mercy, finishes building his wall and then happily goes on with his life.

This is what Spike is talking about when he tells Buffy to scream ‘Montresor’ all she wants. He’s saying, give it up, there’s no point. No matter how desperately you appeal to my humanity, it won’t make a difference because there’s none left.

This is why I love the writing in Buffy so much: even season 7, which really isn’t my favourite, has gems like this, that pack in so much extra meaning. At first, to someone who isn’t familiar with American Romantic literature (like, say, probably 60% of the audience and Buffy), he appears to be talking gibberish but then, once you actually go to the trouble of looking up the damn reference, a passing knowledge of the story suggests that this is an expression of self-loathing. If you go one step further and actually read and reflect upon the scene in question, you become aware of the very creepy similarities between the murder and the infamous attempted rape - Spike could be drawing a parallel between the murder of Fortunato and the AR in Seeing Red - Buffy crying out for him to stop and him ignoring her. More than that, Montresor was supposed to be Fortunato’s friend. In fact, in the narration, he continues to refer to him as ‘my friend’ even when he’s sealing him into the wall. This is more than an act of heartless violence, this is betrayal.

A lot of people accuse Spike fans of being rape apologists. Some Spike fans actually are, sadly. But it’s clear that no one blames Spike more for the attempted rape than Spike himself. Spike is well aware of how deeply he betrayed Buffy and this little throwaway line shows it. Does it excuse the fact that he did it? No. But it’s still heart breaking to see him view himself this way, convinced that there is no hope for him. There’s no point in even attempting to get out of the basement, because he just isn’t worth it. Just how much emotional impact can one stupid literary reference deliver anyway?

Once you’ve even parsed all the layers of what Spike’s trying to convey by saying that, there’s still the fact that he’s somehow managing to dig up a reference to a relatively obscure short story, even though he’s insane and being mentally tortured to the First. I’ve seen people suggest that Spike’s literary pretensions went out the window with his soul when Drusilla sired him and that he didn’t read as much after, but I’ve always headcanoned that he remained a bookworm - although he probably became a lot less discerning in his choice of literature. I imagine that William probably read a lot of the Romantics: their ideas of re-instituting an age of harmony between man and nature by means of a universal transcendental poetry would almost definitely have appealed to him, particularly with their tendency to fixate on romantic love. I can’t picture him enjoying a tale as gruesome as The Cask of Amontillado but I’m pretty sure Spike would’ve loved it. 

I adore the infinite layers of meaning behind this one short line. This kind of writing is why BtVS will never get old.

“First Meetings” Series: Min Yoongi/ Suga

A/N: Here’s Yoongi/Suga/ AGUST D fluff <3 Cause we all need more feels from him hahaha xD

So I wrote this in a different perspective than I did the others. I alternated between first person “I” to express (Y/N)’s thoughts and perspective while I used third person and “you” when it’s in Yoongi’s point of view. Hope it’s not too confusing! Enjoy  ~

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


          Back in middle school, someone once told me that my voice inspired them.

           And so I kept singing.

           Years later and I never did find out who it was that placed those notes into my locker.

           Maybe they meant it. Maybe they didn’t.

           Either way, it became my motivation to pursue my love for singing. Even in the darkest moments of my career, it became my beacon of light. Even if I had no face or name and no knowledge as to whether they were still living or not, the fact was that my voice had touched someone. I wanted to continue to do so. If there was one thing that I was good at, it was singing.

           During my college years, I had found band members that shared my same goals and interest. We formed an Indie band in which I was the main vocal and the main lyricist. None of us wanted to become main stream so we settled for performances in coffee shops, underground clubs, bars, and cafes. Sometimes we took to the streets to perform to reach out to a wider audience without being held down by the barriers of media and contract labels.

           Obviously, it wasn’t an easy lifestyle. Most of us had to sacrifice quality for the bare necessities, but we were happiest performing. And to us, that meant everything. I worked as a waitress during the day and then hurried to the cafe where we were hired as regular performers at the first sign of sunset. Later on, I was there so often even after our performances that they ended up hiring me as a night time waitress as well.

            I wrote during the late nights and early mornings, sometimes sparing sleep to continue the flow of lyrics and beats that seemed to pour out. Some days, it was easy. Most days, nothing seemed to fit amongst my scattered thoughts, scribbles, crumpled papers, and notes. But still, I kept going.

           Music was my life. It was my fuel, my purpose.

           And in my candle lit studio apartment, in the depths of the night when sanity seemed to slip from my fingertips, I was always restored by the three words I kept dear.

           You inspire me.

           Whenever I held a mic in my hand and looked out to the sea of people in front of me, waiting to hear my latest thoughts put to song, everything felt so right with the world. Always there was a mixture of unfamiliar faces but amongst them was always one familiar face; a man with bleached blonde hair and eyes that seemed to have experienced many hardships and difficulties. He was one of my regular customers and consistently sat in my section. He was a man of few words and many mysteries. Without fail, he came every day around the same time, holding a tattered leather notebook, which he constantly scribbled in. He would order a couple cups of coffee and became closed off to the world as his pen moved along the pages. It always piqued my curiosity but he would constantly thwart my attempts to peek with subtlety. He never yelled at me or glared despite the fact that I was blatantly invading his privacy, and when I asked him about what he was writing, he would just give me a shy smile without saying a word. However, what infuriated me the most about this silent man was that he would always leave during the middle of my performance.

           Did he not enjoy it? Did he not like my voice? Why couldn’t he wait until the end?

           After a few months of the same pattern, I decided to confront him, much to his surprise. Before taking his order, I slammed my hand down onto his usual table and huffed.

           "Do you have a problem with me?“ I questioned roughly.

           "Excuse me?” he tilted his head.

           And I realized that it was the first time I had heard his voice in a long time. After our first encounter, I had always just brought him his usual order. His voice was rough and low-pitched. Somewhat attractive. It took me aback and I hurriedly coughed to regain my composure.

           "Do you have a problem with me?“ I repeated.

           "I have never had a problem with you.” he answered, looking straight into my eyes.

           I wanted to cover them up because it felt like I was staring into a deep vortex of emotion that offset his usual nonchalant expression. It was vexing and enchanting at the same time. I had to re-orient myself in order to continue the confrontation.

           "Why do you always leave during my performance?“ I asked. "Is there something you don’t like?”

           His eyes widened in astonishment and his lips parted a bit before letting out a chuckle. I felt my cheeks blush.

           Gosh, he’s attractive when his face isn’t buried into his notebook.

           "I didn’t think you’d notice. I’m flattered.“ he stated and I immediately glared at him, not expecting a cheeky response.

           "I’m serious. I feel offended. If you have any critique for me, I’ll gladly take it.” I stood my ground.

           He laughed and shook his head. “None whatsoever.”

           "Then why do you keep leaving?“ I persisted. I was going to get to the bottom of things.

           "I didn’t think I had an obligation to stay after I finished what I needed to do here.” he replied and infuriated you more.

           "Well, whatever then. I’ll be back with your coffee.“ I grumbled, obviously not pleased that he was right. It still felt rude to me.

           He smiled and gave a slight nod before returning his focus to his notebook. I placed his coffee on his table and was about to wordlessly leave, still holding a grudge, when I felt his fingers close around my wrist lightly. His hand was like ice and I wondered if that was the only reason I shivered under his touch. I turned to glance down at him.

           "Sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean to.” he explained. “Don’t doubt yourself. You have a beautiful voice.”

           I nodded slowly, unsure of what to say to that. It was a different tone than his teasing and bluntness just a few minutes before. He was more of a mystery to me now than he was when he didn’t say anything.


           "You’re welcome.” he smiled and went about his work.

           That day, he left BEFORE I even went up to perform. The entire night I was in a foul mood. It seemed as if he was mocking me. Now that he knew I found it rude to leave in the middle of my performance, he departed even before hearing any part of it.

           The next day, I asked to change sections. I wasn’t about to interact with someone who clearly didn’t appreciate my music. However, he asked my co-worker for me personally when he realized I wasn’t in charge of that section anymore. I walked over at my co-worker’s beckoning, trying to seem nonchalant.

           "Do you have a problem with me?“ he smirked, his eyes glittering with something between playfulness and amusement.

           "What?” I raised an eyebrow.

           "Do you have a problem with me?“

           "No, none whatsoever.” I retorted.

           "Don’t you think it’s a little rude to abandon your long time regular customer like this?“ he replied.

           "It’s all part of the job.” I lied.

           "Then where is your section now?“ he asked.


           "Well it seems you have a problem with me. If you have any critique for me, I’ll gladly take it.“ he answered, throwing my own words from the previous day at me.

           I exhaled. I certainly liked him better when he didn’t speak.

           "Can I make a request?” he questioned, taking my silence as a positive sign.

           I simply glared at him in disbelief, but I heard my boss cough threateningly from the counter and I forced out a smile. “What can I help you with?”

           The man chuckled at my sad attempt to be friendly, knowing full well he was getting under my skin.

           "Perform earlier.“ he smirked as he looked at me intently.

           My eyes widened at his request. I hadn’t expected that. "Wh-what?”

           "You see, I have a sort of curfew.“ he looked at me smugly as he propped his arm up and tucked his hand under his chin. "But I stay all day so I can hear even just a bit of your singing.”

           I take a step back, flustered. What did he say?

           "Don’t play with me.“ I retorted.

           He simply chuckled. "You aren’t caught up on mainstream music are you.”

           "I don’t have time for that. I work consistently and if I’m not working –“

           "You write music.” he finished.

           I nodded hesitantly, wondering if I had mentioned it before or if he had really been paying attention to my introductions every night.

           "You see, I didn’t think I was so important of an audience member that you’d notice me leaving.“ he closed his notebook carefully as he spoke. "So I never thought to ask you selfishly to perform earlier. Until yesterday that is.”

           I blushed at his straightforwardness. Was he serious?

           "I know your name. But you don’t seem to know who I am.“ His lips curled up. He had always been a little happy you didn’t know who he was and that was why he preferred you as a waitress. You genuinely didn’t know what he was writing in his notebook and you honestly didn’t know anything about him other than his facial features and his coffee order.

           "Well you’ve never introduced yourself so…” I mumbled.

           "Min Yoongi.“ he stated.


           "Call me Yoongi.“ he repeated, not taking his eyes off of you.

           "Alright, Yoongi.” I crossed my arms. “Please stop pulling my leg and be serious.”

           He snorted. “I’m serious. Perform earlier or else continue to be offended and grumpy about me leaving.”

           "I’m not grumpy!“

           "So what was this childish antic of switching sections?” he called out.

           I turned to glare at my co-worker who averted my gaze guiltily as she prepared her orders.

           "Okay, let’s compromise then.“ Yoongi clapped his hands together.


           "You play 3 songs right?“


           "Play one song earlier, and the other 2 at your usual slot.“ he suggested.

           I squinted my eyes at him skeptically.

           "I’m really being serious.”

           "I don’t know what your game is…but okay…“ I agreed. I knew it would ease my frustrations if he could finally hear me perform and stay for at least one song. I wouldn’t give up my last performance stage, because everyone knew that that was the time slot reserved for the favorite act.

           "I’ll talk to my boss.”

           "It’s fine! Go perform now!“ my boss called out and I stared at him incredulously.

           Yoongi lifted the cup to hide the smirk that was forming on his lips. Every one of your co-workers and your boss knew who he really was. But obviously the cafe policy enforced them to treat celebrities as if they weren’t, especially since it was an underground cafe, meant for secrecy and exclusivity. He went by many names, but he only wanted you to know one, for now.

           "Well then, I’ll be right back.”

           "I’ll listen well.“ he chuckled.

           I was still wary of him. I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not, but still I gathered my band members and set up on the stage. The other customers were bustling around excitedly. We were a well-known band among the customers, but not everyone was able to stay late enough to hear us. They were enthusiastic and anticipating our performance. I glanced up at Yoongi who was now leaning back in his chair, watching me intently. I suddenly became more conscious than I had ever felt on stage, but I inhaled deeply to calm my nerves. This is what I was born to do. This is where I was born to stand. I clutched the microphone and began singing. My eyes occasionally found their way to where Yoongi was sitting and I became more flustered each time our gazes connected. It was as if he never took his eyes off of me while I was performing.

           And little did you know that the entire time he had come into your life, he would steal glances at you from afar. Only when you turned to look at him did he pretend that he was scribbling something in his notebook. Sometimes he really was in deep thought and had lyrics he wanted to jot down, but most of the time, he came to this cafe with one objective – seeing you. It just worked in his favor that you didn’t recognize who he presently was. He knew it was easier that way, but little by little every day, his self control diminished and he wanted to reveal himself to you. When you had approached him first, his entire discipline crumbled and he knew there was no going back. Now that he had conversed with you and got to know you a bit better, he knew that he couldn’t return to just watching you from afar. After you finished your performance, he gestured for you to bring him coffee and you obliged with a roll of your eyes.  

           "How was it?” You grinned at him with bright, expecting eyes.

           Yoongi gave you two thumbs up. He didn’t want to say anything that could be misinterpreted as sarcasm so he let his actions do the talking.

           "Told ya you were missing out.“ You nudged him and he felt himself blush at your friendliness.

           "Listen,” he started.


           "I’m going to be gone for a month.”

           "What?“ You blinked. "Why?”

           "Let’s just say…traveling.“ he smiled mysteriously.



           "Why’re you telling me this?” You raised your eyebrow and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

           "You might get offended that I disappeared.“ he smirked and you shook your head. "And you might have some more questions for me after today.”

           "Oh please.“ You scoffed. "So where are you going?”

           "Japan. Thailand. HongKong.“ he listed.

           "With family?”

           "With… six other friends.“

           "Sounds fun. Enjoy!” You smiled and patted him on the back. “Oh, and thanks for finally listening to a full song.”

           "Wait.“ he called, stopping you.


           "When I come back, you better still be my waitress.“ he huffed.

           You laughed and nodded. "Well you better hurry back or else someone will take me.”

           With a hint of pink on your cheeks, you rushed away, evidently embarrassed by what you had just accidentally insinuated. But he found it endearing and left him hopeful. Yoongi chuckled, opening his notebook back up and writing once again.

           As always, I watched Yoongi leave during the middle of my performance but this time, he glanced over and waved briefly towards me. I smiled and returned the gesture, now at ease with his departure. He left me puzzled still. There was so much that I didn’t know about him, many things that I was curious to know. He seemed to have many things that he kept hidden that intrigued me. I hated to admit it, but I was a little saddened by the news that he was going to be gone for a month. Just when I finally seemed to have taken a step closer to getting to know him better.


           Yoongi picked up his phone, smiling to himself as he walked through the empty streets.

           "Suga, are you on your way back to the dorms?“

           "Yes, yes Manager-nim. I’m on my way.”

           "Are you all packed for the tour? You shouldn’t have gone out today.“

           "No worries. It’ll take me a few minutes to pack anyway.” he chuckled.

           "Well, get back quickly. Someone might recognize you!“


           With that he hung up, still feeling light and accomplished after his encounter with you today.


           After my performance, I hurried to clean up his table and found a neatly folded piece of paper on top of it. It seemed to have been ripped out of his notebook. Wondering if he had accidentally left one of his unsuccessful scribbles behind, I opened it curiously. My eyes widened and I gasped when I read what he had written inside.

           In the same scrawny handwriting that had been ingrained into my memory for years, was written:

           You inspire me.

Links to the other members: Namjoon | Jin | Taehyung/V | J-Hope | Jungkook | Jimin

In my voice actor quest, I have discovered forbidden knowledge…

Wamuu’s English voice actor is Paul St. Peter, noted for playing the Keramon line, and the Wendigomon line of digimon in the Digimon Movie, which I watched practically religiously as a youngin’.
Now, if none of you are acquainted with the Digimon Movie, there is a scene in the way end that has Willis and Terriermon running to meet Wendigomon in a field. In the sub, him and Terriormon are singing a little song together and it’s actually quite cute…
But you see, I grew up with the dub version on the VHS which results in this

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