personal silly thoughts

Man, Genndy Tartakovsky really does know how to make an animated man attractive. I mean

take Samurai Jack for example (the best example in my opinion 👌👀 )  

he has a great body (drawn and animated very well), a cute face, and absolutely charming character and personality traits (plus good morals)

he’s funny, he’s awkward, he’s kind, he’s respectful, he’s handsome - all of his traits make him (according to me at least) one of the hottest animated guys out there. I’ve been in love with him since I was little lol.

Then there’s Lance from Sym-Bionic Titan

(I’ll admit he was a bit much with his shirt off but) Again, drawn and animated well, interesting personality and character (tho a little broody), and, because of this, also very attractive.

Hell, even Anakin freaking Skywalker is mildy attractive in Genndy’s show Star Wars: Clone Wars (well, maybe not his face, but)

and I’ve never found Anakin attractive in anything else!

lol The point is that, from an animation + personality trait standpoint, Genndy does a damn fine job of making fine men.

Let's see why I think Kylo is the beast.

Prince Adam/Ben Solo:

Prince Adam: Privileged, entitled, a prince, proud.
His curse: by a hag/enchantress for being too arrogant and narcissistic.

Ben Solo: Privileged (because he was the son of royalty and politician), entitled (he is a Skywalker, born with the force, has immense power and literally the legacy child), Prince (we can say he is because Leia was).

His curse: basically His fall to the dark side is a symbolism for a curse and snoke being the one to put the curse on him (coerced him to embrace darkside).
Killing his father is the last nail on the coffin

Similarities Beast/Kylo:

* beastly, real face is hidden ugly on the outside (fur/mask)

* isolated-guarded/covered head to toe-untouchable

* throws tantrum + destroys things

* kidnaps the girl + keeps her hostage + calls her dad(father figure) thief

* gets to know her/learns she is force sensitive

* resolve breaks/questions loyalty

* cursed until someone accepts him for who he is/needs someone to pull him back to light….
(Up till this I’m just comparing canon kylo with the beast)

Now why Rey is Belle in this scenario? Because just like Belle, Rey might be the reason why kylo slays his demon(life his curse), someone to believe in him, someone to come home to? I don’t know but as it’s a reylo au. I suppose something down that line. (Emphasis on Reylo AU just talking about aus)

Why I don’t like the idea of Rey being the beast and kylo the beauty?

Why do you want it? What would rey’s curse be, I’d like to ask you? Being poor.
How is she beastly? For not bathing because she can’t afford it?
Or is it her poor eating etiquette, because no one ever taught her?
And why is kylo the beauty? Because he has luscious hair? He would teach her to read? (FYI rey knows how to read, she self taught herself a lot of things.)
And what would be the curse he’d lift off of her? Curse of being poor? Or being civilized?

(I’m sorry 👆that’s not batb au you are picturing, that’s My Fair Lady.)

I don’t see any other way to interpret that to make her the beast. Rey is not arrogant and narcissistic, so someone cursing her for it makes no sense. Also that would be very ooc. It’s as simple as that.

That being said, I know some of us are really losing their shit over Batb reference. It is getting a little irritating. But I guess we are just so hungry for new contents that we will speculate about anything that Disney throws at us.

But to come and call kylo guston or acting like kylo is not the beast or has nothing in common with prince Adam is even more annoying. Reylo theory was based on Batb as well as hades and persephone. Let’s not forget that. ☺ ☺

Only my opinion. Don’t come at me with pitchfork.

*only for my reylo fam, if ants comment that would be ignored, and I’m not responsible for the backlash you’d get.*

every time i see that gun katamari post i get weirded out/uncomfortable by it

cause everyone thinks it’s funny like oh a gun cousin, which it is it’s fun and silly!!! but someone showed the creator and Keita Takahashi was even like “mm mixed feelings id never make something like this even if it were a joke”. he’s a very chill and wonderful person who loves teaching and working with kids and there are a lot of cultural differences between the east and west concerning guns…  : ^ 0



Coming in 2017.

“Queens County Assistant District Attorney Rodney McKay is abrasive, burnt-out, and has long ago dropped any pretenses of wanting anything more than to put the scum of the earth behind bars.  Detective John Sheppard of the Brooklyn 83 is not too far behind, branded a slacker-cop who chases haphazardly after thugs and murders in a never-ending stream of violence and crime.  The two men know of each other through reputation and the rare cross-borough cases that have come their way, but find themselves too busy cleaning up their respective counties to look much closer.

That all changes when the elusive Augustus Kolya and The Gen Family appear to slip up on cross county charges and land McKay and Sheppard working on the same case from two different angles, desperate to take down the corrupt organization and end a decade of mob rule in the outer boroughs.  But nothing is ever as easy (or as safe) as it looks and when you start to mess with organized crime, you’re bound to be hurt.

Will the two jaded public servants be able to get along (or get together) long enough to formulate a solid case against vast public corruption and bring justice to the long-standing mob?  And will the conniving Chief Kolya let them both get out of this case with their lives?”

one of the most fascinating parts of the passover seder—one of the most eminently quotable, as well—is the narrative requirement that you envision yourself as someone who was taken out of slavery. in many ways, this is a call to action, to social justice: we are tasked with remembering the oppression of our people, and we must look around the world and see the oppression of others. we may not close your eyes and enjoy the victory of freedom: we must mix celebration with sorrow, taking wine out of our goblets with our fingers when we remember the plagues wrecked on the egyptians. this requirement shapes many sedarim all over the world, and i think it allows us to emerge as better people from the eight days of passover, hungry for the thick lushness of bread, for complicated meals and flavors and tastes. for the simplicity and comfort of routine.

but this requirement and call to action is not the only part of the passover seder that instills us with the promise of change. and while a lot of people—including myself—like focusing on the mandate to justice almost exclusively, this year i’ve found myself thinking much more about the happily ever after, about the gift of the ten commandments, the burden of freedom, and that elusive land of milk and honey. this year, for a number of extremely personal and emotional reasons, i’ve been thinking about the way passover is a promise of the future, not just a mandate of the past. the way passover creates a template, tabla rasa, for the year to come. the way it’s a beginning, the way it instills hope, and the way it creates structure for the year to come.

this year i’ve been thinking a lot about after. not just about dayenu (”it would have been enough,” we say, noting our liberation from slavery, our release into the desert, the gift of the torah, the gift of god’s presence), but also about the moment moshe looks over into the land of israel, forward and onward and into the future. the moment the children of israel cross into the land, the moment they put down roots and call themselves tribes of judah, reuven, binyamin. the moment they find names for themselves, find homes, find places where they can plant crops and expect to see them sprout. the moment we, as a wandering, placeless people, put down roots. the moment we become more than a faith–the moment we become a people. the moment we stop worrying about yesterday and today; the moment we can start worrying about tomorrow.

i’ve been thinking a lot about that moment. the apex of self-definition, of coming together, of community and of promise. not because it’s the end of the story, barely mentioned in the haggadah. but because it’s the beginning of the story, in a sense. it’s the moment we put down our history books, sweep away the remnants of food and wine, and talk to one another. it’s the moment we stop remembering, and it’s the moment we make plans. what will we do tomorrow? when do you think we’ll wake up? what time is it–do you think our seder was longer or shorter than anyone else’s? it’s the moment that i remember that my father is one of a few hundred heads of my family who have worn a kittel and stood at the front of our table and said we were slaves and now we are free with a voice that is terribly scratchy and getting older and fainter every year.  one day i will stand at the head of that table with my partner, and it will be me making that proclamation of faith. i will be the next in the line of jews who celebrate, commemorate, and then continue

the seder gives us the gift of reflection. it’s a memorial. it’s a lesson. but sometimes i think it’s more than that–it’s the promise that even in the darkest of times, even in the bleakest of moments, there is always an after. there is a the bed that awaits us after the seder, after we put away our plates and glasses and trudge into bedrooms cool, dark, and welcoming. after the matzah crumbs have been swept off the table, after our stomachs are heavy and our hearts are light with wine and wonder. there is a later. there are eight days of dusty crumbling meals, eight days of regret, eight days of difficulty. eight days where we are reminded of the lowest points in our history–of those people who are still at their lowest points. the mandate of social justice, the call to action, the requirement to see suffering and to address it.

but then there is the ninth day. there is the tenth day. there is the week after, the month after. there is the opportunity to begin again, to look at the body of law handed to us in the vast, empty expanse of desert, and say i will, i can, i must. it is the promise of an unbroken chain, of thousands of years of judaism stretching in every temporal direction. it is the memory that wherever you go, the roots of your story will follow you. you are not alone, and you will never be alone.

this promise of tomorrow is especially meaningful to me. i’ve been thinking a lot about freedom blessed by the constraint of law and by the necessity of compromise. i’ve been thinking a lot about the future. both of these things sound difficult and terrifying sometimes–unbearably overwhelming, unacceptably heavy burdens. but lately i’ve also been thinking about the opportunity of the seder to impose order on all of this chaos–on the chance i will have to set aside a short period of time to reflect, to mourn, to dedicate myself to grounding my story in memory. and then i will be given the imperative of thinking about the future, about tomorrow, and about the promise given to the am, to my people. 

my grandfather once told me that jewish history is the promise of thousands of stars that was given to avraham. everything else is a consequence. he never told me that being jewish meant that you will never, ever be alone. you will never be just history. you will always have tomorrow.

now i think he never said this because he knew he didn’t need to. because he knew, one day, i’d figure it out.

I had one of THOSE phone calls again this week. Insisting I had, had a car accident so I played along. Mrs XXXXXX you have had a car accident in the last three months. I told him yes I had and how did he know? The report came to us. “What report I never reported it”, I said. “ you didn’t report it to the police? ” he asked “No I didnt, why would I?” “Madam its the law” he was getting a little flustered. “Yes but I was the get away driver and Bertie the bag, told me the lights were green and they were red, we crashed the car and had to leg it, so no I didn’t tell the police”! At this point he hung up. I might add I’m not a driver and have no car but I do have an imagination😁😃 ladywyldfire jdmookami d-m-jonas munchkin80 eve1978 angryschnauzer ancientfinnishgoddess vampirewithbedsidemanners the-haven-of-fiction clojury snugglyhiddles peskipixi macpetreshock heathermc13 PIC not mine “Bertie the bag” nicked it!

it’s my last day at church tomorrow and apparently everyone wants to pray for me so I’m gonna have to go up in the center of the sanctuary and be Paid Attention To and pretend that any of this moves me emotionally (it never has which is part of why i felt so guilty before), all of which I hate, but it’ll be my last time so it’s endurable

anyway they wanted to “lay hands on me” bc that’s extremely standard when praying for someone in this type of Christianity, but i said no to that because that many people touching me for that long is like……a Nightmare so now Mom’s going to touch me and they’re going to touch Mom, but I don’t actually get why touching is necessary? 

like if it comforts the person you’re praying for, sure that’s a good thing, but like, it clearly doesn’t me, so why bother with the circumlocution? surely if God is all-powerful, He has the capability to hear and understand prayers without the pray-ers being in physical contact with the subject of the prayer?

I’m not mocking here, it’s just weird to me that Mom’s response to “I don’t want to be touched by strangers” is “okay, the strangers will touch me on your behalf while I touch you to pass it on” and not “okay, touching isn’t necessary”.

The NOT funny side of the GoT Fandom.

A close friend of mine is an admin of a Football group on Facebook , he saw this post on the group and sent it to me .I asked him if he could delete it and thankfully , he did! (it was creating conflict btw , it’s not just because I asked).

Not only do I find this stupid and not funny but also very offensive to the Arsenal F.C. , its fans and Alfie Allen himself who’s a huge fan of Arsenal.

I know I shouldn’t be posting such negativity but it saddens me that the person who posted it is an actual fan of GoT and not just some troll. Isn’t this a dead “joke” anyway?!

Is it weird that BTS has actually been helpful to me in some kind of way?

Jin has taught me to be more confident in my person, looks, abilities and that I am important.

Jimin inspires me to be healthier, fit, and dedicated.

Yoongi and Namjoon constantly motivate me to work harder, be passionate, and creative.

Taehyung reminds me to always be kind and that innocence isn’t a bad thing in a sometimes cynical world.

J Hope pushes me to step out of my comfort zone and be positive.

Jungkook teaches me to constantly do my best and to continue to better myself.

It feels silly, but I’m amazed that this group has changed my perspective on a lot of things in such a small amount of time.

I think it’d be nice to voice this to them, but I’ll just cheer them on from here!

  • The Boyfriend (whose 3rd language is English): Can I ask you a question about the English language?
  • Me (thinking it has something to do with spelling or grammar or the like): Yeah, sure. What is it?
  • The Boyfriend: ...... you know when people say "take care"? Is that meant as a threat???
Finale Dream

OMG I totally forgot a dream I had 2 days before the finale!!! It was actually prophetic now that I look at it. 

So it was summer time, and a friend and I were walking towards some building where the premiere of the finale was going to air. We were coming closer and other GF fans were walking to that building from other directions. The closest to the building was a young woman in a red (I think), light summer dress, and in my dream I already knew that this girl saw a pre-premiere airing of the Finale and knew what was going to happen there.  

We asked what was going to happen, but she didn’t want to spoil the whole thing, and only smiled and said “Everything is going to be fine. Nobody is going to die”. 

And I remember the atmosphere of the dream - it was sunny and warm. Just like I feel after watching the finale.