oohs & aahs

  • <p> <b>Lefou:</b> no one's neck as incredibly tHICK AS GASTON'S<p/><b>Lefou:</b> there's no man in town half as mANLY *slams himself down on the table and looks at gaston with love in his eyes*<p/><b>Lefou:</b> *winks at gaston*<p/><b>Lefou:</b> *twirls with gaston and snuggles the fuck up with him*<p/><b>Lefou:</b> *"oohs" and "aahs" while crawling on all fours when gaston talks about "shooting from behind"*<p/><b>Gaston:</b> ...<p/><b>Gaston:</b> how is it no girl has snatched you up yet? :)))<p/></p>

OKAY BUT imagine a future where team voltron is like coming home and Kieth and lance are going to lances family to stay, hunk is going to his family, pidge and Matt are going to reunite with their mother, and shiro is kinda nervous bc last time he came to earth he got sedated and ignored. So. He asks the holts if he can stay over there and they’re like ‘sure why tf not" and so he and Matt and pidge are about to land when they realize they’re surrounded by earth military and shiro kinda flips shit. But. This ain’t the garrison and these guys welcome shiro and the holts back and brief them and basically they say that they informed the world or whatever and that earth is going to thank them for their service with a gala or some shit

Shiro can’t dance very well

And also needs a date

SO he goes and asks Allura bc she’s a ‘leading lady’, and she’s like “what the fuck is a dance” and so they practice and shit and its really cute and couple-y and at the party they get oohs and aahs bc they’re the literal most pretty people in the universe and Keith and lance dance together and pidge and Matt do a nerdy brother sister dance and they also help hunk wrangle shay in too and coran is studying the human interactions off in the corner like a nerd and then some random dude comes up and asks him to dance and it’s all happily ever after

GOD I’m a piece of shit

Wish (Part 2)

[Part 1]

Pairing: Kagehina 
Show: Haikyuu!! 
Summary: Fire demon!AU, in which Kageyama makes a wish upon a falling star, and gets Hinata instead.

Travelling with a fire demon proved harder than Tobio had ever anticipated.

It’s not altogether strange, to see odd beings about the towns—wizards and witches selling potions and spells, spirits and sprites and tiny little fair folk, sprinkling dust in the sun-stripped air, a whole myriad of magical, mystical creatures strewn across the countryside—it’s just, the people throughout the land don’t take too kindly to demons.

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anonymous asked:

Oh...I didn't know you aren't a singer! Reading your posts, I thought that you are. May I ask what your background is in then? I really enjoy your vocal posts. I am a die hard Louie and love his voice. That's what drew me into the fandom. Looking up stuff about his voice on youtube that eventually led me here. It's so unique, if not always on pitch. He seemed more loose and free earlier, even though he had no/less solos. I'm so angry that they shot his confidence down but am thrilled he has +

+ regained (some of) it back with project no control and now his solo effort. I feel his voice conveys so much emotion (sorry niall and liam. I did say I’m a louie!). Maybe because I am always listening more closely because his parts are small. IWTWYAS is so dreamy. LYG draws me in with that yearning and tension. I like watching videos after Z left and he sings almost all of LBD. I like how you can tell when he isn’t singing in the chorus because he really does carry many of them. In DFWYB
++ he doesn’t sing all the words in the chorus and you know. Same with RTR. “Cuz I wanna be” but he doesn’t sing free and I can tell. Of course all the studio versions are produced in a way that it’s harry or a lot of oohs and aahs instead of harmonies (I’m looking at you night changes!). Anyhow, sorry for the long post. It was meant to be about you and what you studied or do and I made it all about louis. Can you tell my love for him? Feel free to add on or tell me to bugger off.

Hi anon,

What a sweet and heartfelt fan message. I can tell your love for Louis, and I completely sympathize with the status he has in your heart.

You’re right, Louis’s voice is unique in its ability to convey so many genuine emotions simultaneously. Take “Just Hold On,” our only Louis solo song so far. The opening always, always takes me by surprise, no matter how many times I hear it, by its raw and honest yearning, its wistfulness. And by the time he sings, “What do you do when a chapter ends/ Do you close your book, and never read it again?”, I’m a mess. Yet he managed to convey a sense of hope and reassurance, too. The song is a musical embodiment of his courage when he sang at the X Factor performance.

The fact that fans can show him some love with Project No Control and Project Home (kudos to those who organized these projects), and give him any amount of confidence, makes me proud to be in this fandom. It’s the only fandom I know where fans consistently and persistently put in enormous effort to raise money for charitable causes, mirroring the enormous generosity of the band members. Even at their young ages, they have shown such genuine love toward charities. Louis, in particular, could be millions of dollars more wealthy if he wants to, but he has given so much, not only money but personal time and effort.

All the songs you mentioned have uniquely Louis contributions. The scratchy solos in “I Want to Write You a Song” reminds me of those nights on OTRA when the boys would perform even if they had a cold, shouting themselves hoarse. He does carry a lot of 1D choruses. His voice provides a unique contrast and “thickness” (as Harry said) to the 1D sound. He sings a lot of second verses because it’s the position in a pop song that needs special attention and interest. And of course, the iconic Louis solo at the end of “Something Great” gives meaning to the song title. The way his voice contrasts with Harry’s voice is a duo made in heaven– it has the beautiful contrast of two distinct textures, like “Leather and Lace” (the Stevie Nicks/ Don Henley song), but his harmonized chorus with Liam in “If I Could Fly” is also something incredibly beautiful.

And that’s not to mention his songwriting ability. We don’t talk much about “Love You Goodbye,” but Louis loves this song, and I really like it, too. It’s just a great pop song in the tradition of 1970’s pop ballads. And I like Louis’s solo, not just for the acrobatics of the octave leap, but also because he sings with the clipped vowels that reflect his Yorkshire accent. It adds personality to the song.

I’ve been involved in music most of my life, in performance and theory. I was a student in conservatory. I actually didn’t like One Direction’s music until Four, because of my bias against their boy band image, and because it was “too young” for me. I would hear “What Makes You Beautiful” on the radio and sneer at the transparent pandering to their demographic. The music video confirmed that bias.

Then I heard “Night Changes,” and I thought, no way is this One Direction. It sounded like an actual acoustic, folk-influenced ballad. The harmonies were a little bit bluesy and I loved that. And I really loved their voices, especially Harry’s and Zayn’s (though I couldn’t identify them at the time– I didn’t even know how many people were in the band). Then I heard “Fool’s Gold,” and I watched a “One Direction Funny Moments” video. The boys were different from what I expected. They weren’t “acting” cute. They were genuine and snarky and mischievous and uninhibited, and their voices were untrained but naturally beautiful. After I watched @freddieismyqueen’s videos on Larry Stylinson for two nights straight, until 2 AM each night, I thought, come on. There’s no way this is true. This is crazy. When I heard the song “Once in a Lifetime,” and the way Louis and Harry sang their verses, I thought, if Larry is true, it’s the most unbelievable, but also the most pure and beautiful love.

So I started evaluating evidence for myself, reading posts everywhere online. I followed the Occam’s Razor test of trying to fit evidence into the least convoluted explanation. I actually wasn’t convinced about Larry for ages. Then I sat at a One Direction concert and heard Harry sing, with my own ears, “And all his little things.” And RBB/SBB. What possible reason was there for all of the education about the history of closeted entertainers, and Stonewall, and the direct, unsubtle tie-ins with band members, particularly Harry and Louis?

But putting Larry aside, there’s no question in my mind that the Louis we see today has been through serious psychological trauma in the process of surviving One Direction’s contracts. Entertainment has notoriously open-ended legal arrangements that can take years to unwind– sometimes up to a decade. The fact is, we as fans can be impatient, but we don’t really know what’s going on, and the pace of resolution can be very, very slow. Just like the sale of majority shares of Syco to Sony– it took almost a year after the fact for the story to come out.

I love the passion of Louies. He really deserves the best fans. I don’t know about other people, but I will be here for as long as it takes, through all the smears, through all the falsehoods tabloids “report” about him. I know who he is. He has shown again and again who he is under duress. In the most challenging circumstances, he stands for those being bullied, he defends those who need to be defended, he is strong and kind, he puts himself in vulnerable positions to protect those he loves, and even those he doesn’t love– because of his ethics and courage.

Thank you for supporting him, anon. You picked a good person to love.

[request] [scenario] destination, seoul

5: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” 
13: “Kiss me.” 

((this was written in one sitting which is an aCTUAL MIRACLE)) requested by @wow-v0gue

Title: destination, seoul

Member: jisoo ft. seventeen (mostly hansol) 

Genre: angst if u squint // happy end // fluff 

Word count: 1845

“You told him you weren’t going to visit - let alone move here,” Hansol scowls, his hands gripping the straps of his backpack nervously. He wore a mask, hat, and sunglasses, but his disguise is what made him more suspicious. He fastens his pace, causing your slow walk to turn into a jog.

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Sailor Moon Casual Cosplay 2017

Alright! I had a lot of positive responses for this, so let’s do it! 

March 19th-25th! That’s this Sunday through Saturday!

I’ll try to do casual cosplays every day, but there’s no guarantee that that will happen. I’ll post pictures daily when I’m able to dress up. Join in if you’re interested! I’ll reblog whatever I find in the tag (#sm casual cosplay). So make sure to tag it so I can see it, and we can all ooh and aah over each other’s creativity! Let other people who might be interested know about this!

You are all such wonderful humans! 

Originally posted by sailorscoutsforever

Dance With The Devil

This is my contribution for @rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts‘s writing contest.

Pairing: Comic!Negan X Reader 

Word Count: 5347

Warnings: Negan’s potty mouth (Duh!), Smut (messy and at times awkward), Religious Themes (used in a sexual way, so if that’s not your cup of tea, don’t read it)

This my first time writing smut. The handcuff cop-out in Through The Valley doesn’t count. So please be gentle.

Dedicated to @redisunamused because she gave me the idea and is of course an overall awesome person.

Originally posted by thepumpkinqueenn

Summer had ended and with the days getting shorter and the weather turning colder and wetter, the residents of The Sanctuary were slowly developing what could only be described as a bad bout of cabin fever. The supply rooms were full thanks to Negan’s deals with other communities and some very talented scavengers, but being confined to the many grey walls of the dreary factory was turning even the mellowest Saviors into irritable assholes.

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Tell it to the Marines - Swan Maiden/Soulmate AU

[A hope-you-feel-better short AU for @tsume-yuki, hope you enjoy it!]

Ace had the mantle for as long as he could remember.

It always appeared in his possession if he traveled too far, materializing out of the air like magic. Falling across his shoulders like he’d never left it behind, nailed down deep in the chest at the end of his bed. The strange looks he’d received while walking into town with a collar of feathers around his neck were too much, so he tried getting rid of it.

Selling it was pointless because it would always come back.

Burying it did nothing.

Throwing it into the ocean, again, did nothing.

Burning it had no effect either, though it was gone longer than usual and he’d fallen into a deep depression during that entire span so he never tried it again.

Sabo had been fascinated, wondering if it had any other powers and overall had been the reason he came to accept the mysterious coat. Luffy just became all starry-eyed and asked where he could get one too. He’d been disappointed when Ace couldn’t give him a direct answer.

It wasn’t until after he left Dawn Island and became a pirate that part of the mystery was solved.

“That’s a Valkyrie’s cloak ,” Marco murmured in surprise, when the cape faded into existence around his person. The black and red feathers were all ruffled in an agitated manner, reflecting Ace’s mood as he sat glowering on the Moby Dick’s deck. “How did you come across something like that?”

It turned out that Marco was much older than he appeared. Much, much older. And knew what the mantle signified.

He’d been chosen, by some divine providence, to be the husband of a Swan Maiden.

A Swan Maiden or otherwise known as a Valkyrie, a mythical female warrior that served as protectors of the King of their choosing.

What the hell?

Ace laughed in the man’s face once he’d gotten over the shock of his explanation, because it was just that ridiculous. Who in their right mind would choose him of all people to marry such a powerful figure? He was the demon child of the late Pirate King. There was no way a woman (or any woman for that matter) would find it beneficial to be burdened with him as a husband. He wanted nothing to do with it.

Or so he thought.

He very much wanted to eat those bitter words the first moment he laid eyes on her.

She was on Luffy’s crew, his little brother her chosen King (because of course Luffy was that lucky, why wouldn’t he be). Riskua was her name, hair the color of a crimson dawn and eyes so startlingly yellow they could have very well been plucked right from a beast’s skull. She was a warrior, fierce and loyal. Vicious as a hurricane in the heat of battle.

And to him, she was as radiant as the sun.

It was no wonder he was tongue tied, the moment she strode up to him and gave a beauteous smile, her yellow eyes melting into warm amber.

“I see my favor has guarded you well. It’s good to finally meet you, I’ve been waiting,” she says, and Ace nearly faints.

He returns her mantle, and the red and black wings that burst from her back only add to her feral beauty. The Straw Hats crew give the appropriate applause, ‘oohing’ and 'aahing’ as she flaps the wings experimentally. Ace smiles as she takes to the sky, her wings beating powerfully through the air, her form shifting to that of a black swan, the crown of her avian head as red as her hair.

His heart soars with her and he knows now that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

They later sit beneath the stars, huddled among the feathers of the mantle, two hearts beating as one at last.

The Contest-Part 21

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, AKA@oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

A/N: The song the reader sings during karaoke is A Thousand Years by Christina Perri.  It’s one of my Favorites.

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Part 1 (all parts are linked)

“Great, there goes my chance to break it to Nikki gently that Mindy’s here!” I said to Jared.  

“This can’t be good,”  Jensen said quietly.  “I’m gonna go get Misha.”

Jared and I found Nikki standing by the bar, her hands on her hips, glaring at her sister.  “I asked you what you’re doing here, Mindy.  I know there is NO way Y/N invited you!”

“Would you lower your voice, please?” Mindy demanded.  “I’m representing the family.  And I’ve told you before, I go by Melinda now.”

Nikki snorted derisively.  “Whatever, MINDY.  Why are you REALLY here? You’ve never given a shit about me my entire life!  You couldn’t be bothered to come meet Misha when he visited Philly, and you expect me to believe you flew to Vancouver out of the kindness of your heart? Bullshit!”

Mindy rolled her eyes at her younger sister.  “Still holding on to that crap from when we were younger, huh Nik?  Are you ever gonna let that stuff go?  We were dumb kids.  It’s ancient history.  Let it go…. Move on already.”  She tossed back the rest of her drink and signaled the bartender for another.

Nikki got right in Mindy’s face.  “You’re not fooling me for a second with this “the past is the past” crap.  Your just looking to meet someone famous.  Your still as mean and as petty and as shallow as you were in high school.”

“You’d better grab Nikki before she loses it and decks Mindy! Where the hell is Jensen with Misha?” Jared said worriedly.

I patted his arm.  “Don’t worry Babe, I’m on it!  Mindy doesn’t scare me anymore.  Can you go find Emily and bring her here, please?”

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Beauty, a Beast, and a Wedding

Braun Strowman/OC: The wedding bells are ringing. It’s time. Continuation of A Beast at Christmas, A Beauty, a Beast, and a Champ, Beauty Loses, Beauty Apologizes, Beautiful Beastly Champs, and Beauty at Disney

Y’all remember that time I said I was done with this series??? I lied. I have another idea brewing after this one BC I LOVE THIS SERIES SO MUCH. Like it honestly means the world to me. So. Here it is.

Tagging my bbies: @lavitabella87 @omgmissmillie @screamersdontdance @everybodyfinnfreeze @shadow-of-wonder @laochbaineann @justtookawaii @sarrahcha @twiistedbliiss @hotspurmadridista @niazha16 @happelu970 @officialbroski10-blog @crowleysqueenofhell @lilmisscrisis @antigonemaia @imnoaingeal @littledeadrottinghood @imagineall-the-fandoms @hiitsmecharlie @fuckyeahbulletclub @macfizzle @oraclegazes @culturalrebel @welshwitch5 @wrasslesmut @actualamyautopsy @blondekel77 @meaganottiz02 @karaboomhower @valeonmars @squirrel666 @livingthestrongstyle @damnbuvky @dmm-wts @caramara3 @abbie03d @roserae527 @superrezzy00 @the-geekgoddes @knowdagirlm @phenominalstyles @panic-angel3314 @that-lolachick @thephenomenonalkingofthebrogues

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No regrets

So here’s the deal. I’m happy to keep this a standalone fic. But if you’d like another part, I’m happy to work on it. Enjoy!

Summary: This is a bit angsty because when the reader finally coughs up the courage to ask Bucky out, it turns out, he’s not that interested. Or is he?

Word count: 1667

Warnings: A swearword or two? Angst.

Originally posted by papertownsy

‘Hey Y/N, Natasha asked me to drop this off for you to analyse, she’s a bit busy on another meeting’ you look up to meet the deep azure eyes. His arm is fully extended and he’s keeping the distance, his eyes quickly dart away too, as if spooked by your stare. ‘Thank you Mr Barnes’ You reply. 'Erm, Bucky. Just call me Bucky, you’re practically part of the team so might as well drop the official titles’ he shoots you a tight smile and drops the USB stick in your hand.

Since the first time you met Bucky Barnes, you tried to remain professional, but let’s be honest, professional is far from what you’d like your relationship to be. It’s his muscles, his strong jaw, his beautiful eyes, luscious silky hair, the metal arm (and it’s abilities) - needless to say, you stupidly let yourself develop a massive crush on Captain America’s best pal. In the unattainable mind of the former Winter Soldier you saw a challenge, because deep inside there’s good in everyone, and come on!, The Captain entrust him and he can’t be wrong, right?

In only a couple of seconds you manage to fully scan the man in front of you - tall and muscly, hair tied back in a low bun, still damp presumably from a recent shower. Your nostrils fill with the smell of his aftershave, it may be a cliche but that man smell just gets you going. And he does (get you going) EVERY TIME you see him. It’s ridiculous how much he affects you and it’s about time you do something about it. You cannot continue to fixate on this man, it’s just not healthy!

There is nobody else in the lab and you smell your chance. Hey, what’s the worst that can happen? He turns you down and you get to move on with your life knowing the two of you will never work out? Okay, admittedly that is a sad prospect, but there’s every chance of a good outcome so surely it’s worth the risk? You take a deep breath and go for it.

'Hey Bucky?’ You stand up from behind your desk and walk towards him 'I know it’s a bit forward but you seem like a nice guy’ his eyes widen in confusion 'So I was wondering if you’d like to grab a drink sometime, just me and you?’ You try to keep a bit of distance between you, as much as you’d like to touch every inch of him, you don’t want to cage him in.

'Gee, Y/N…’ Oh god! He’s hesitating! What were you thinking? Of course he’s not interested! You begin to panic 'I’m not too sure if it’s a good idea, you know us working together and all, it might be a bit awkward?’ He bows his head trying to meet your eyes 'I’m so sorry…’

'Hey it’s alright, yeah, I suppose you’re right. Eh, forget I asked!’ You try to smile but it’s tight lipped and there’s no way he doesn’t notice the disappointment in your voice. You take a step back, turn around and walk back to your desk to finish work. 'I’ll see you around anyway!’ You murmur. Bucky opens his mouth but shakes his head and decides not to say anything opting for a dart towards the door. As soon as he leaves you bang your head on the desk. 'Loser!’ You scoff at yourself. Your mouth feels dry and your eyes are burning but you won’t allow yourself to sulk, not right now. Right now you’re at work and you have to stay strong so try to remember one of the breathing exercises your meditation leader suggested last week. You’re fine. You’re FINE.

The rest of your workday is pretty easy and pleasantly uneventful. The last thing to do is to transfer any new data onto another USB, so it can be used in the Avengers briefing tomorrow morning. There are quite a lot of files to be saved so when you hit ‘SAVE’ the computer tells you of an estimate time of 7 minutes before the job is done. Brilliant, just enough time for a quick refresh and a change of clothes before you go home!

You’re back just in time, feeling much better, surprising what a quick splash of water to your face, and a change into comfy jeans can do! You grab your coat and bag, unplug the USB which you decide to drop off now to save you the job in the morning.

When you step out of the lift on the floor you’re intrigued to hear muffled music and laughter. You carry on to the main lounge and are met with cheer.
'Y/N!’ Natasha practically skips towards you 'Can you stay a while? We’re just having a little celebration, we had a really good mission today!’
'Yeah, I’ve seen the intel, some really important stuff there!’ You scan around the room - all the usual suspects are there: Hawkeye and Wanda, Tony and Rhodey, and the Holy Trinity Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson and, of course, Bucky Barnes. You try to think of an excuse but before you know it Natasha is grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the sofa. Thankfully Bucky is sat across the room, some distance between you so maybe you’ll be OK to stay for a bit?

Couple of hours go by, everyone’s enjoying themselves, drinking and laughing, there’s such a great atmosphere so naturally the conversation topic shifts towards relationships. 'Y/N, we don’t know much about you, are you single?’ Sam is the one to bring attention towards you.
'Yeah…’ you put on a wide smile and take a sip of your beer.
'She’s a right picky one!’ Natasha chimes in 'I tried to set her up so many times but she always finds excuses not to meet anyone!’
'That’s not true!’ You correct her 'I ask guys out all the time, I just get rejected a lot!’ You don’t mean to sound self-deprecating but it obviously comes out that way because Steve gives you a comforting smile.
'I hardly doubt that! You would reject you?! You’re beautiful and smart and any guy would be a buffoon not to take you out on a date!’ He looks around for support, smiling and nodding in a 'Am I right?’ manner. Everyone is nodding in agreement except for Bucky who, being sat behind Steve, escapes his look.
'I don’t buy it either, when was the last time you asked a guy out and he turn you down?’ Clint prods 'I bet it happened long time ago and you’re still sulking!’

As much as you’d like to vent you decide to be the bigger person here and protect Bucky, it’s not his fault he doesn’t see you that way, it’s certainly YOUR fault to allow yourself to develop such feeling for him.

'Okay, it happened this week. That’s all I can say’ you take another sip of your beer.

'No way!’ Sam booms 'Who was it?’ You don’t reply straight away and that spikes Sam’s interest 'Wait! Do we know him? Is he from work?’ The 'oohs’ and 'aahs’ spread across the room and suddenly everyone’s eyes are glued on you, including Bucky’s, who is looking nervous. He’s bobbing his leg and runs hand through his hair. He’s clearly trying to avoid your eyes but when you accidentally meet his gaze he quickly averts your eyes and takes a big gulp of his drink. You look around the room and release a deep sigh.
'I don’t really want to talk about it.. But yes, he’s from work, I asked him to go out for a drink and he said he doesn’t think it’s a good idea because we work together and it may put us in an awkward situation’
A moment of silence is broken by Wanda who must have sensed your discomfort.
To be honest it doesn’t take a genius to figure you’re uncomfortable because your drink is long gone and all of a sudden you’re quiet, replaying the events from earlier in your head. A movement across the room catches your attention and it’s Bucky walking away towards the hall, perhaps to get another drink from the kitchen? You catch Steve looking at you and he sends you a wide smile. It’s so beautiful you swear that smile can cure depression! You’re certainly feeling better already!
'Fuck him, Y/N, he’s clearly not worth it, his loss!’ Wanda walks up and gives you a pat on the shoulder 'I’m gonna head off now, it’s getting pretty late and it has been a long day!’
'Yeah, me too’ you stand up and grab your coat 'Thanks for having me guys, and congrats on a great mission!’
You say your goodbyes and head towards the lift. You press the button and wait. 'Y/N?’ You hear a familiar voice and turn around to see his tall frame jogging towards you. 'Hey, sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to upset you’
'Bucky… it’s alright, I’m not that upset, like I said, I’m used to rejection, I’m a big girl I can take it’ it takes all your strength (or what’s left of it) to smile at him.
'Listen, you seem like a really cool girl, so maybe we can go for that drink after all?’ He’s definitely talking to you, there’s no one else here, but you wouldn’t be able to tell because he’s looking everywhere else but at you, shifting nervously.
The beep of the lift brings your focus back to the situation 'Don’t worry about it, I don’t need a pity ask…’
'I didn’t mean-’
'Bucky’ you cut him off 'please don’t make this even worse, you’ve made your feelings pretty clear earlier and it’s fine. I’m fine’ you stand into the lift and wait for the door to close before releasing a strangled cry. Rejection is one thing but you certainly did not need anyone’s pity. Especially not Bucky’s.

Part 2

Samaa Ahmed

It’s this very weird feeling
watching white people take photos and ooh and aah over the artwork and artifacts
of ancient Chinese dynasties
and walk so respectfully by monuments
built by brown hands
in Egypt
stolen from their natural habitat

to be put in a sterile
I mean sterilized
I mean white
that they would otherwise never give a fuck about had they not been displayed so pretty
with captions
I mean explanations
in English, of course
next to them.

These people
who bring their children here over their summer vacations
and sign them up for ‘cultural’ field trips at school
and buy replicas of our temples
and deities
and fake pashminas in the gift shop
are also the same people who
can’t be bothered to pronounce my name right
or find our countries on a map
they tell us to assimilate
to lose our accents
they won’t hire us
or think about how imperialism is so low key insidious

I’m getting ahead of myself here

I mean these people who
broadcast their anti-immigrant xenophobic hatred
I mean the ones who
sign racist bills into laws

I mean who is on display here for whose entertainment?

Apparently we’re lovely
I mean exotic
in antiquity
and behind glass
and if we are for sale.


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