Friendly reminder that NCT 127 came out to perform for fans at kcon and deserve respect like any other kpop group and shouldn’t have to hear people chant another group’s name while they’re still performing. Especially if said group already performed and there was absolutely no reason to chant their name in the first place
so the trailer for miss hokusai advertised one type of
movie, and then the actual movie was …. something else entirely. but the
trailer gave me ideas, so here they
there is girl –
there is woman –
there is a young woman, an old girl, and she has the eyes of
youth but the weight upon her shoulders is that of age. or perhaps it is the
other way around. perhaps she has the eyes of age, but upon her shoulder is the
weightlessness of youth, of ignorance.
there she is, whatever she is.
her name is kana.
she is the daughter of a famous painter, known as juro. he
is a man larger than life, and he paints wonderful things. he takes what is
ugly, and makes it beautiful. he paints an unhandsome woman as a goddess, a
sneering merchant as a king, a dirty city as a glowing capitol. he leaves all
he touches brighter than it was found.
kana is not like her father.
she is a painter, but she is not famous. she has a mother
she doesn’t speak to, and younger sister she visits as much as she can. she has
pushed them both aside to follow her father, to sit with him in dirty shacks
putting ink to paper as she does her best to make beautiful things. she throws
off the expectations of her gender, of her station, of anything and everything
in her pursuit to be a master painter.
technique is easy. she completes half of her father’s
painting while he drinks, while he whores, while he seduces lords and ladies,
while he paints empty things for empty people, while he leaves her alone in
their dirty shacks. she can do the detail work, has a steady hand and a sharp
eye, but when it comes to the whole picture – it is left lacking.
“her work lacks your beauty,” an old man says, talking to
her old father while she kneels in the corner, ink staining her hands, the
floor, ink just – staining.
“of course it does,” her father says, offhand. “how can she
paint what she does not know?”
kana never expected lack of knowledge to be her downfall.
so that night when her father is gone, she does not stay in
to work. instead kana paints her face, wears a kimono that’s too small on her,
and goes to the worst part of the city, to where the alleyways and walls are
stained red by the glow of the lanterns.
I hate everything that is happening in the fandom right now.
I hate that a lot of Klance shippers are spreading hate and making the Voltron fandom be more toxic than it already is. I hate it.
I hate that a lot of Sheith shippers are using “All Klancers are nasty” as an excuse for the fandom to be toxic because there are more people wanting to stop all this fucking bullshit than spread hate.
I was really happy in the fandom, and I really loved Klance with all my heart. But now I just want to quit everything because this fandom is ruining itself.
And now, just because a voice actor said something everyone is losing their shit:
“OH MY GOSH KLANCE IS DEAD, TAKE THAT YOU NASTY KLANCERS!”
“SHADA HOW COULD YOU I HATE YOU SO MUCH!”
“Klancers are nasty fuckers and now that their ship is dead they are all losing their shit.”
“What do you mean brotherly relationship?! Fuck you!”
These sentences are so fucking wrong in all ways and means…
Guys, I’m begging. Not just asking, I am begging for all of you stop this.
Each and every day I’m afraid that I’ll regret watching Voltron because of the fandom, and how many people already regret it? A lot, probably.
Please, please, stop all of this. I love the show and the characters so much that I don’t want to stop loving them because of the fandom.
Summary:college!au Where Tom is a genuine sweetheart trying to make it through college without completely losing his mind; his three close friends make it easier though. However, there’s one girl who wears the big sweaters and seems to have her head more in her sketchbook than anywhere else who changes him after he gets caught blatantly admiring her from afar. Tom takes it upon himself to make her problems his problems, but sometimes it’s just better to not stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. Emphasis on the sometimes though.
Tim’s groceries magically appear on his kitchen table every Monday afternoon. He doesn’t really know how they get there, but he doesn’t question it because he assumes Alfred brings them by. He’s wrong (zombie squad back at it again with the aggressive care taking).
Number of times Wayne Industries employees have walked in on Tim power-napping on the break room couches: nine. In the past month. It’s cool. They’re used to it by now. They know to let him sleep.
When Dick first started hanging around the Batcave, he decided he should design his own secret fortress, but (being an eight year old), his idea of the perfect hideout was… interesting.
“And this is the medical bay, and this is the armory, and this is the moat with the MAN-EATING GUARD CROCODILES.” “I’m pretty sure this where I tell you no.” “No crocodiles?” “No crocodiles.” “Okay ROBOT CROCODILES.” [Bruce sighing]
But it’s still an official blueprint, right? Crayon drawing or not, it has to go with all the other plans. Which means it’s been hanging up in the cave for the last decade and
Yeah, all the other kids have seen it. And they’re keeping the tradition alive with their own designs. Tim and Jason both actually made theirs, if not quite according to the original blueprints (no movie theater, no secret tunnel to Pizza Hut). But they were close enough for Bruce to recognize them the first time he saw. Stephanie is still campaigning to get hers built.
And Damian, with his usual lack of chill, has not only detailed plans, but also construction estimates, a schedule, and a budget spreadsheet. Also he’s been laughing at Grayson’s original for months. (“Robot crocodiles? Really? There are more cost efficient ways to protect your hideout.” “I was eight.” “You don’t even have mechanical blueprints.” “I was eight.” “I could make them if I wanted to. For the record.” [Dick sighing] )
Please help me prove my point, guys, it would mean the world to me.
I need to prove my parents something, but theres a story that goes along with it. Please help me out by reblogging this. It would mean a lot.
In 8th grade, during class, this guy (that I hardly knew) attempted to grope my ass, and he would not stop. No matter what I said, he wouldn’t listen, and since I’ve never been put in that situation before, I had no idea what to do. Class ended (soon after he started, thank god), and he finally left me alone.
Now, I love my parents. I know they love me, I know they aren’t bad people, and we mess around a lot. It’s the summer before my softmore (10th grade) year now, and I just told them what happened that day in class. It wasn’t like I was raped, and I’m not scarred for life or anything, I’m just really, REALLY aware of my surroundings now. Ever since then, I don’t like it when they slap me on my butt “for fun”.
I know they don’t mean it like that, they never would, but it still makes me extremely uncomfortable. Before I told them about what happened, they wouldn’t listen to me, and even after I told them, they still will not listen to me.
Instead, when I sternly tell them to not do that, and that “this is MY body, I don’t like it when you do that, it makes me uncomfortable, don’t do that again”, they reprimand me. They tell me to, “stop this misbehavior”, and take away all my electronics for 24 hours.
I know they aren’t bad people, but this isn’t right, in my opinion. If you agree, please reblog this post. I would really appreciate it. Thank you for your time, and I hope you have a lovely day!
I Know A Lot Of People Are Into Mom!Gwen To Go With Dadvid, But Let Me Suggest My Personal Favourite: Big Sister Gwen
-Max Always Mocking Her Life And Career Choices While Gwen Calls Him Out For Being Young And Short
-Dadvid Trying To Find An Affectionate Nickname That Max Is Comfortable With While Gwen Lovingly Calls Him A Lil’ Shit On The Regular
-Max Meeting Gwen’s Friends In Real Life And Immediately Spilling Every Embarrassing Secret And Story He Knows While She Chases Him Out Of The Room Screaming Threats
-Gwen Holding Stuff Over His Head So He Can’t Reach, Picking Him Up And Carrying Him Around, And Constantly Pestering Him When He’s Trying To Play Games Or Watch Shows
-Gwen Teaching Max New Swears/ Insults/ Creative Ways To Flip People Off, Much To David’s Distress
-Max Ripping Into Gwen’s Friends’ Life And Career Choices On Her Behalf Whenever They Annoy Her
-Watching Trashy Shows Together Just For The Swearing And Drama (Gwen Totally Makes Max Watch Twilight And He Complains Constantly About The Characters, The Plot Holes, The Acting, Etc. But He Always Joins Her To Watch The Next One So He Can Find More To Complain About)
-Working Together To Prank David/ Share Embarrassing Stories About Him (And David Suddenly Regrets Wishing They Could Get Along All This Time)