“S/he’s so ugly, they ruin the visuals in the group” “S/he’s so untalented, they can’t sing/rap/dance, they bring the group down” “S/he is boring and they don’t fit the group, they should just leave the group.” If you’re going to be THIS blatantly disrespectful towards a particular idol of a group, then don’t even call yourself a fan. If you don’t like the way an idol looks or the way they sing/rap/dance, that’s fine, but keep it to yourself. Your words are fully capable of not only hurting other fans, but also the idols themselves. ALL idols train their asses off to be able to make music and it is insulting to say that they don’t deserve to be where they are just because YOU don’t like them. Most idols are working 24/7 365 to put out music that their fans would like and they endure so many hardships, so saying that they shouldn’t be in a group or even be an idol is absolute bullshit. Some of them don’t get to use their phones and some of them don’t even get paid enough to afford food, but they still work hard almost every day because they love music and they love their fans. Yeah, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but don’t expect anyone to respect your opinion when you’re being so damn rude.
2 May, 2017 |nerdybun’s printable! » click / tap for better resolution
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the chills and thrills that come with baking | yoonji
genre: fluff warnings: none! :) words: 1.6k
a/n: this is a drabble that is in the same au as ‘when I met you’ !! now with more jealous yoonji for the soul!! (sidenote: if u have any requests for my girl yoonji or anyone else, please send them in! i’m happy to write for u if ur respectful and are kind :)!! enjoy!) @cherrimonn for u <3
Your head fell, hands gripping the counter until your knuckles paled to an almost unnatural colour as you stood over the pot on the stove. The contents were burnt for the millionth time, and once again you were faced with failure. Though you didn’t think you were the best at baking, you at least thought you had some skill. However, after these past few attempts, you were ready to give up. And then God in the form of a super hot guy came, and you were saved.
“Hey, you need help?” A chocolate voice came from above you and you lifted your head, eyes watering with a pout on your lips. If anyone asked, you were crying because you kept messing up, and not because what you were making smelled so bad that it hurt your eyes.
RWBY - The Path to Isolation ( Mirror Mirror Part 0.5 ) [ music box ]
“ The path to isolation is littered with the dreams that lay destroyed. ”
.. So I may have or may have not just spent ~5 hours straight making this after the trailer came out ( and I woke up ) Buuuut Weiss is my fave, and any music by Jeff is amazing, so it was completely worth it. Hopefully I did it justice orz
My first post! For @carey-pricemas I hope you enjoy! It’s been a while since I’ve written so hopefully this is up to your standards! (Also I suck at titles so I apologize for the unoriginal title here!)
Word count: 1228 Team: Toronto Maple Leafs Warnings: Violence (But like it’s hockey violence so it’s not too bad I hope)
isn’t he just fantastic?” you gushed to your best friend sitting next to you.
There wasn’t a single game that you didn’t brag about your boyfriend out on the
ice. And of course, being the playoffs, the bragging only got worse.
There is no place for ghosts here in this town,
Only for the doe-eyed youths who have seen too much and done too little.
They dance past dawn, spiraling with madness and pouring their tears onto the ground, screaming and laughing and crying and dying:
Yes, they are dying and they are aware, oh so aware.
Their ephemeral beauty cloaks the trees in a haze of delirium and gentle panic, it lifts their hands and drops their feet in time with a deep, unearthly beat only the cursed can hear, it flows around them in iridescent streams of sound and silk and sorrow.
All of them have come here to die, and all of them will leave the sky shaking with laughter.
No ghosts remain here in this town,
They find the lights too bright and the shouts too piercing,
But most of all their souls are steeped in the regret that they did not dance their last hours away into the rising sun.
Time is fast approaching for me hold my bachelor thesis presentation and then to start packing up my room to move across the country again (’I dooooon’t waaaaant tooooo’, she whined, because she was an adult with much dignity and grace)
Oh well. New adventures awaits and so on, and I’ll bring all of you guys with me, so that’s something.
In her absence your tears are saltier, they carry more pain.
She does not wait for them to fall, she leaves you behind and yet you still pine for her. Look at you.
Her smile, oh, her smile, it bears the children of yesterday and the ghosts of tomorrow and the flowers of eternity.
And yet you still expect her return? She is gone to Paris, look, she sits with a coffee in front of her and another woman in her booth. Silk scarf. Pearl earrings. Oh, she is perfect.
She carries a small purse. In it is a mirror, and on that mirror is written your name. She knows this. Every time she uses that mirror she gives that signature a glance.
As she reapplies her lipstick she laughs at a joke the woman across from her has made. Her lips leave a red stain on her coffee cup.
Salty tears make for ruined makeup. She does not cry for you.