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Q&A Transcript with Alex Hirsch at MomoCon 2017

Question: Before you decided to make Bill the main bad guy, did you have another character in mind that would have been the villain? 

Alex: Yeah, um that’s a good question. Uh, so, when we came up with the villain of the show, I knew that… I knew that Bill was involved. And I knew that Ford had disappeared due to some deal gone wrong with some villain next to the mystery of how Gravity Falls was all assembled. 

Um, but, I didn’t yet decide that Bill was that character in the very beginning, y'know? I had always imagined it was some sort of evil character somewhere kinda hidden in the woods. I wasn’t sure I could go with the Bill idea cuz I thought it would be too much like Twin Peaks, but as we got further along the series we discussed it among the repairs and we were like, ‘none of our other villain ideas were as good.’ Bill, Bill was weirder than anything else we thought of. Um, I remember there were other ideas. Strange monsters and government officials; some kind of cthulhu– some weird crazy old man. But nothing was ever better than Bill, so it ended up sticking. Probably somewhere around, y'know, season one– midway through season one, we started thinking we might be– might be on point.

Q: Was Grunkle Stan ever aware of McGucket’s connection to his brother? 

 A: Oh, oh that’s such a good question. Wait, let me think about that for a second… Uh… lemme see… I don’t think so. I don’t think Stan was ever aware of McGucket’s connection to his brother. Because, by the time Stan traded identities with Ford, uh… McGucket had already gone off the deep end– Was already y'know, had already created the Society of the Blind Eye; had already lost his own memory. So Stan would’ve really only known McGucket as a local obnoxious fisherman. 

And McGucket, probably somewhere deep in the back of his mind, was eerily just drawn to Stan in a way he just couldn’t put his finger on, because he thought maybe he knew him, but– I don’t– I think Stan was ignorant of that. Um, I think Stan… I think Stan looking through the journals probably should’ve put two and two together, but Stan’s not the best at book-learnin’. Uh, so… my guess is Stan wouldn’t have known despite that uh, that there’s a lot of tumblr art out there showing them as like the Scooby-Doo gang. I don’t think Stan ever really knew McGucket before.

Q: What episode do you believe came out the strongest and the most well rounded overall? And is it the same as your personal favorite episode?

 A: Oh gosh. Um. That’s a great question. Hmm… I probably feel, personally, that the strongest episode is uh, “Not What He Seems” just because it’s such a dramatic episode. Like, we know– We’ve never had an episode that dramatic. But, when we first pitched it to Disney executives… they thought it was bad. [laughs] Um, Because it didn’t have a lot of jokes in it? Like, I remember normally when we’re pitching our episode, executives can usually gauge how good they are by how much people laugh. People didn’t really laugh for that one, because it’s really tense. So we thought, maybe we’d screwed up. But, when the animation came back we were like, 'Oh! It’s GOOD that it’s tense. Like, it worked!’ Um, So, I dunno if that’s my favorite episode, but I think– that’s the episode we should’ve won an Emmy for, and I’m still pissed we didn’t. [laughs]

In terms of favorite episode, like… I dunno. I think the first episode that I really felt that the show was really starting to feel the way I wanted it to– “Time Traveler’s Pig” in season one. Like, that was an episode where Dipper had an interesting story, and Mabel had an interesting story, and uh, felt nostalgic, and based around the summer, and had a big secret callback to even previous episodes, so– I just remember when we first just got that episode back in color, I was like, 'hey I think maybe I like how I’m making this cartoon show,’ so I think that has a particularly fond place in my heart, y'know.

Q: Is Disney bringing you to SDCC or NYCC later this year to promote the journal and other books coming out? 

 A: Right, um, yeah, Disney– Disney… Disney-general and me, have like– we’re divorced. Like, they kept the house, and the pets. Y'know what I mean? It’s… we don’t like get dinner or anything. But, the Disney Publishing department, separate from Disney Television, they’re really cool, and enthusiastic, and energized. And they wanna make new cool stuff. Um, so I think it’s possible I might be at D23 this year, and it’s possible I might be at Comic Con, but I don’t have anything confirmed yet.

Q: In the scene where Bill is trying to convince Ford to join him in the Fearamid, were there any other jokes or story beats that were considered? 

 A: Which episode specifically are you talking about? [Q: The We’ll Meet Again scene.] Yea yea yea, We had a– Every scene that you’ve ever seen in the show has a ton of ton of stuff we’ve thought of and had to cut for time or other reasons. Um, I remember there was definitely a version of that where Bill was a lot trickier. Like, he sort of more successfully lied to Ford about like: 'We’re actually going to make the world a better place. Though I present myself as this chaos lunatic that’s just my personality.' Like, 'here’s ways in which we’ll IMPROVE the universe.' 

Um, but it felt out of character. We thought it was much more like Bill to just draw smiley faces in oceans and eat the sun and just– hope, that the force of his charisma could convince Ford that that was a good idea. But uh, I feel like– I feel like Bill can be really really tricky when he wants to, but by the time Weirdmageddon showed up he’s so impatient, and he’s so convinced that he won, that he was no longer like, this brilliant chess master he used to be. He’s like, 'alright let’s do it! Do what I want or I’ll eat your face.’ Like, no more– No more, like– He wasn’t as smart a tactician as he used to be, y'know?

Q: Was “We’ll Meet Again” always the song you were going to use? 

A: Oh yeah, it had to be that. It was like… I think I’d just seen Dr. Strangelove recently around that time and it stuck in my head. It seems to me, if Bill has a taste in music, it would be, like, old timey music that ranges from either weird to obnoxious to obscure. 

Uh, Disney wanted me to cut it cuz it cost them a bunch of money to get the rights, even though it’s so old, it still cost them money to get the rights. And I just… said, please. Over and over and over again. I would send an e-mail that just said, 'please.’ And send another e-mail that said, 'please.’ And I would send another e-mail that said– Yeah. [laughs] Eventually I wore them down that they’re like, 'alright we’ll spend thousands of dollars.’ [laughs]

Q: Are real comics coming? 

 A: You want comics? Would you read Gravity Falls comics?
[Audience screams]
[Alex leans his ear forward]
[AUDIENCE SCREAMS]

A: It’s a terrifying noise isn’t it, Michael? I was at a… Gravity Falls gallery, and like, they didn’t tell us how many people would show up, and it was like, THAT noise echoing from every corner. And uh like, I think I lost a year of my life. My hair started going gray, and it was like, 'oh my god, this is too much love! It’s terrifying.' 

Comics. I would love to do Gravity Falls comics. Um, I have so many… One of the tough things about a half hour show like Gravity Falls is every now and then we think of an idea that we really liked, but it was too short for a half hour; 'oh that’s only five minutes of story’– Or it’s too specific and weird. And so I have tons and tons of ideas of the show that y'know we’d like to explore this character, we’d like to show this secret, this storyline. So, I’d love to do comics. But, that’s up to Disney Publishing, and I’m trying to convince them. So, hopefully, I’ll have something exciting to announce in not too long.

Q&A with Stan and Soos

Q: Is Dipper adorable or manly?  

Stan: Dipper smells like baby wipes. Even if I cut off all my shoulder hair, and taped it to him, he wouldn’t be 1/10th as manly I am.

Q: What would you do if Mabel told you she had a date to prom? 

Stan: I would… invite the gentleman over, have some coffee, tie him to a chair and interrogate him for 10 hours, and maybe throw him in the pit. [shrug] Hands off my neice, kid!

Q: What would happen if Soos met Giffany again? 

Soos: Oh yea, I recently downloaded this couple’s therapy sim? Uh, I think she and I would have to talk about our issues and pass around a conversation pillow, and really work out these struggles. Cuz she’s got some problems, dude.

Q: Soos, why are you so perfect? 

Soos: Yeah, uh, my grandma said that a whole bunch of doves flew down and formed the shape of a perfect angel over my crib. I dunno, dude I guess I was just born that way.

Sarah J Maas Transcript (1/3)

Finished this last night and posting it before I go to a fair!

This is a transcript for the parts I recorder of the Manchester Sarah J Maas event. The video just isn’t working with me, so here. The visuals weren’t good anyways xD. I didn’t record from the start, heads-up. Also, I wouldn’t super-analyse every word she says because, again, she was talking on stage and that won’t translate smoothly to a write up. There were a lot of ‘uh’s and ‘like’s that I cut out and a lot more laughing.

UPDATE: Next one has been posted!

SJM: I’ve said before, so I can say it now: the wall scene… is in this book [laughs as audience screams]. I had a lot of fun writing writng that – um, if you don’t know what I’m talking about –

Charlie Bowater: Where have you been?

SJM: (laughs) I hope for the parents that have no idea what I’m talking about… you don’t wanna know. [audience laughter]. A Court of Frost and Starlight – ACOFAS, or ACOfaus as you Brits would say – that’s coming out in May.

Talking about the planning of things – with these novellas, I always wanted them to be something you had to read before the last Throne of Glass book. So I knew some big, big things that would go on in this, but then when I wrote it there were actually some surprises – and again, no spoilers – that I didn’t see coming, and they were actually things that I had planted the seeds for earlier in the books. Then I got to this moment and I had this idea and I literally looked back – combed through the books – and I was like, holy. Effing. Shit.

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Help

Max can only think of one person who would help after knocking out her step-brother and stealing his car.

**Let me just state for the record that Billy Hargrove is a terrible, awful person who deserves to be eaten by a demodog…or three. The actor who plays him, however, is fine as hell and I couldn’t help myself. Also, I always wondered what happened to Billy after Max and the Party left the Byers’ house.**

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“Max? What are you doing here?”

“Hi.” She panted as if she ran all the way to my house. “I need your help. Are you home alone?”

“Uh, yeah. Why?” I looked over her head and saw her stepbrother’s Camaro parked in my driveway. “Did he hurt you?” I questioned, my voice filling with concern. “You can hide out here; my parents won’t be back until tomorrow night.”

“No, it’s not that. I do need your help with Billy though.”

She turned when the car door opened, and I saw Lucas and Mike tugging on something. I approached them carefully and screeched when Billy Hargrove’s body came tumbling out of the backseat.

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What it’s Like to Be Asexual

About the flag

The asexual flag was created in 2010 as part of an AVEN competition. The black represents asexuality, they grey represents demisexuality, the white represents non-asexual allies and partners, and the purple represents community.

What does asexual mean?

Being asexual means that I don’t experience sexual attraction at all.

Myths and Misconceptions:

  • People think that we are like plants…no, no we’re not. We are still human, we just don’t feel sexual attraction.
  • I’ve been told that because I’m asexual I can’t find people pretty. Aesthetic attraction is a different thing from sexual attraction. You think that cat is pretty, does that mean you want to have sex with it?
  • People often think/confuse us for robots, being repressed, being scared of everything, being sad and lonely, needing to be fixed.
  • Some people say that Aces are straight. Aces are not straight. I am not straight. At all. In any way, shape, or form. Heteroromantic Aces are not straight. Anyone on the asexual spectrum is not straight. Please remember this next time you talk to an Ace.
  • Not every Ace is Aro, not every Aro is Ace.

What is it like to be asexual?

  • It’s mostly confusing. I get crushes on people but I can never figure out what the crush feeling MEANS. Like, do I wanna date this person? Get to know them better? Draw them? Ruffle their hair? Awkwardly smile at them and never talk? Am I even capable of having a relationship? Is that even what I WANT from this situation? Being ace but not aro is definitely a can of complex emotional worms..
  • Being in school and hearing two of your female classmates tell a boy “we’re all looking at your butt!” and getting confused because you didn’t look at his butt for a second even though he was wearing really tight shorts.
  • I don’t find people hot/sexy/attractive. I find people pretty, but not attractive if that makes any sense. For example, I think my little sister is pretty, I think my friends are pretty, but I don’t think they’re sexy or attractive. My friend will send me a picture of a guy shirtless and go on and on about how hot he is and I just don’t see it.  
  • I don’t experience sexual attraction (don’t think anyone is “hot” in the conventional sense.) Don’t want people in my nether-regions, don’t want to be in other people’s nether regions. My orientation is very personal, and is not all universal (every ace is different). Being Ace means being confused by other people’s actions all the time. Are they flirting with each other or objectifying each other? Is a question I have trouble answering because I don’t experience sexual attraction. Note: Asexuality can be influenced by past experiences or neurodivergence, as well as not. They are still valid. At any rate, it’s none of your business unless the individual in question feels you should know. Also, fluidity is a thing. The first time I came out, it was to my mom. Coming out got easier as I did it more. I’m out to most of my friends, but not all of my family or church. I am not repressed. If I wanted sex, I’d get it. I’m just not remotely interested and honestly kind of bored by the whole idea. My aromanticism and my asexuality are not linked to each other. They are two separate identities which coexist. When you come out, you’re gonna have to give people vocabulary lessons, so prepare yourself for that. You don’t have to come out of course. I’m lucky enough to have friends who understand and care enough to learn stuff about me.
  • I’m a sex-repulsed asexual. Some aces are sex repulsed and others aren’t. There are also aces that have sex and some that don’t, all asexuality really means is that you don’t experience sexual attraction, which I describe as “seeing hotness” when people ask. My sex repulsion (which is on the more intense side) feels like three big eels in my body, one in my spine and two in my gut. When a certain line is crossed in sexual images being too graphic or the sexual ideas contained in anything just gets too vivid, I get this immediate fight-or-flight response. I just need to get away. I also feel queasy and I have a bunch of adrenaline in my system. I’ve slowly gained a bit more of a tolerance as I get older, but when my mom tried to give me the talk in late middle school (then again a year or so later) I just ran away and locked myself in my room. I almost puked. Now that I’m in college, I had to leave the classroom when we watched part of a documentary on pornography, and I could barely handle the discussion when I was in the room. But again, my experience of this is pretty intense and some asexuals aren’t even sex-repulsed.
  • What it’s like being asexual
    • Being told by parents that I must have a hormonal imbalance
    • Being told it must be a result of trauma or heartbreak
    • Having guys say they’ll “fix” me
    • Being told I can’t be ace because I can’t make sex jokes (that’s what she said and the like)
    • Being guilted into sexual situations by my ex girlfriend
    • “You’ll understand when you’re older”
    • Random uncomfortable nsfw things on tumblr
    • Being the only virgin that doesn’t constantly complain about being a virgin (the more light-hearted aspects)
    • Starting sentences with “my asexual ass”
    • Not getting jokes that include clicking on nsfw things because I didn’t click
    • “F*** you” “I’m ace you’re out of luck” “I’m also ace you turnip”
    • Yelling “age of consent” when sexual things happen in movies
    • “Sex is hilarious that doesn’t mean I want to do it”

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Shiro/Matt Fic Recs

Cardboard Castles by Agapostemon   // 35k (series, WIP)

A Very Original Modern AUTM. Mostly Shiro-centric. Lots of fluff (mostly platonic). Lots of mental illness feels. Lots of suffering, but always happy endings.

Keith has BPD. Shiro and Matt have PTSD. Lots of Broganes. A bunch of dorky engineers being dorky. Eventual Klance. Slow burn Shiro/Matt. Like… really, really slow. Like nine years worth of slow.

ok,,, this is like my fave series ever,,, shatt is in it but not a huge part of it (in the last fic it is) but its so goOD 

take my hand, take my whole life too by AlwaysRain // 32.5k (multi-chapter; WIP)

“Matt… can you not remember?”


Shiro can hear his own heartbeat in the long silence that follows. It seems like Matt isn’t going to answer, but then he does- so quietly that Shiro can barely hear his voice rasping with disuse.


“… I don’t know where I am.”


Pure angst and i love it. theres aftermath of torture and future butt stuff so u are warned

Like Rubidium and Water by firepaladins // 6.8k (one shot)

“Hey, have you ever seen what happens when you put rubidium in water?” 

SOME GOOD OLD SCHOOL AU where shiro is a jock and matt is a mad scientist, aka he likes blowing shit up.

thats some gay shit by solllys // 16.6k (multi-chapter)

pidge: lance is a harlot
pidge: but he’s our harlot and we love him
lance: i cant believe youre calling me a slut
keithkogay: when the shoe fits
lance: go away emo hermit
keithkogay: no im taking you to walmart get down here you fucking twink

THIS IS SO FUNNY i love text based fics, but this is mostly klance but shatt is in it and its cuter than a baby with a puppy. as u can read from the description, bad words are used ALOT u have been warned

Pardon Me byeso (cazzy) // 2.7k (oneshot)

“Wait,” Lance says, scrambling on the couch until he’s sitting up. “I do have questions about the derivatives, but I’m dying to hear more about this barista that swept you off your feet!”

“You already know everything,” Shiro sighs, moving to pack up his laptop and textbook. “He works at Castle of Lions and we’ve talked a grand total of three times.”

YALL…. pining shiro is great this fic is so sweet and short but i still love it

Love and Other Questions by squirenonny // 43.3k (multichapter; WIP)

One week after news of the Kerberos disaster broke, Pidge receives a new Mark–proof that Matt is still alive. She breaks into the Garrison to find him, only to find herself caught up in the fight for the fate of the universe.

Keith keeps his arms covered so he doesn’t have to watch Shiro’s scars compounding on his skin–but doing so means cutting off contact with his romantic soulmate, who greets him each morning with a new (and terrible) pickup line.

Shiro and Matt thought they were the luckiest people alive when they found out they were going to Kerberos together. But Shiro hasn’t seen Matt’s untidy scrawl on his arm in almost a year, and he has no idea if his soulmate is even still alive.

[Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)]

im crying,,, this is angsty as heck and is sad but its so good,,,, pls read it. klance is also in this

Holy Shattrimonyby Ikira // 14k (Series; WIP)

Shiro just thought that he was helping Matt out, keeping him safe while they were prisoners, making sure he had enough to eat, that kind of thing. The other alien prisoners, however, see it in a slightly different light. Congrats, Matt and Shiro, you officially just got space-hitched!

this is also a really good series and just… matt and shiro get space married and cute things. smut in the last part of the last fic and skippable

The Trials and Tribulations of Matthew Holt by herekittie // 15k (multi-chapter)

“Takashi Shirogane is my pilot,” he said, voice flat and monotone. “Takashi Shirogane is my pilot, Katie. Takashi Shirogane.”

“Yes…?”

As if someone had flipped a switch, Matt freaked out in a burst of emotion, nearly knocking his head into Katie’s nose when he turned. “Takashi Shirogane, Katie. The Garrison darling! He holds all the records! All of them! Fastest stimulation time, youngest instructor, most liked instructor, and. And.” He looked down at his phone again.

“Right,” Katie said, drawing the word out. “Your crush.”

“Yes,” Matt replied. “My crush.”

A 5+1 thing that started as ‘times Samuel Holt interrupted Matt and Shiro’ but eventually became 'times Matt falls in love with Shiro’

god i love sam holt as much as he loves his peas,,,,, but dang this is cute and i can RELATE TO MATT LOL


ill be adding more to my list if i have time but!!! these are my current fave shatt fics (that i could pull outta my ass in like 10 minutes) but i always want more to read and add to my list!!! 

EDIT: I FORGOT TO LINK THE FICS WHOOPS WOW

anonymous asked:

so...a Victuuri version of that Adam Scott, Mark Hamill clip needs to happen y/y?

“38.7 million views in 24 hours. Do you know what that means? You beat Adele. You beat the Avengers. You beat that Psy video where he wears harem pants and pushes people off treadmills. You are in a very exclusive club, my friend.”

The audience laughs, and Yuuri should laugh too, but Kerry Washington’s skin is perfect and he can’t stop staring. And her teeth are so white that they don’t even look like teeth. It’s like when he was writing his thesis and spent so much time staring at the opening sentence of the discussion section that he had to check four times to make sure he spelled “the” right. There’s a name for that sort of brain malfunction, but hell if he knows what it is. 

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Happy Anniversary (G.D)

Summary: Its yours and Grayson’s 3 year anniversary. You guys couldn’t spend the day together because he was busy with meetings. Grayson made sure to have an eventful day planned out for you, before you guys see each other that night for dinner. 

Word Count: 4, 255 (sorry its long. I have no self control)

Warnings: Fluff. Just pure fluff! 

A/N: This one is for my twin @4odolans / @cassmoreiraxo ! I love you <3

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Reader’s POV

It was Grayson and I 3 year anniversary, and he had plans to take me out to this very nice 5-Star steak house in LA. I told him I didn’t want anything fancy or flashy. Honestly I would’ve been fine with pizza and a movie in my living room, but of course Grayson didn’t listen. Grayson had meetings pretty much all day today, so I wouldn’t see him until tonight for dinner. I wasn’t upset about it because I knew what kind of career he has, and how busy he can get sometimes. Besides, Grayson made sure I had something to do to keep myself busy all day, until we saw each other tonight. 

I woke up this morning to an empty bed because Grayson had to leave for his meetings pretty early. Instead of waking up next to my boyfriend I woke up to pink and red rose petals all over the bed, with tray of breakfast waiting for me on his side. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Grayson doing all this for me. I also couldn’t help but worry a little, because lets be honest Grayson is a shit cook. He loved cooking, but he sucked at it. So I’m kind of nervous to eat it. But still the fact that he put in all this effort was so cute. He made all of my favorites. Pancakes with scrambled eggs and turkey bacon, with a side of fresh fruit, and a tall glass of orange juice to wash it all down with. My breakfast also came with a note, curious as to what it said I opened it.

“ Good Morning Baby Girl,

Happy Anniversary! I can’t believe it’s been a 3 years already. Crazy to think that all of this started because of a follow spree huh? Started off being a fan, than you became my best friend, and you’ve been my best friend for almost 7 years. I love how you’ve been supporting me since I only had 2,000 followers on Twitter. Now I’m at 3 million, and you’re still here supporting me, and everything I do. You looked passed the stupid cringe worthy Viner and YouTuber, and got to know me for me, and now, you’re my girlfriend. I don’t know what I did to deserve you. I love you so much Y/N. I love the way you drag out my name whenever you’re mad. I love how you’re never afraid to call me out when I’m doing something stupid, or being annoying. I just fucking love you so much Y/N. I suck at these things, but I can tell you better tonight. I wish we can spend the day together, but I planned a little something for you today. A challenge if you will. First you’re going to have to get the vlogging camera and vlog everything from beginning to end. Next, I left notes around the apartment with some instructions on them, so just follow the instructions and I’ll see you tonight beautiful. I love you. 

- Grayson ♥ ”

I was on the verge of tears at how cute this letter was. I finished my breakfast, and surprisingly it was really good. There was no way he cooked this. At least not by himself. I decided to go take a shower, and get ready for the day that Grayson had planned for me. 

* * * *

I got out the shower, and wrapped my wet hair in a clean towel, and wrapping another towel around my body. I walked back into the bedroom, and grabbed my phone off the charger and decided to send Grayson a text.

Y/N: Good Morning babe! How are the meetings going? Thank you for breakfast, it was delicious! I saw the note you left me, & I can’t wait to see what you planned. It should be interesting. Btw, who cooked breakfast??

I sent my text, and within seconds Grayson texted back.

Grayson: Our next meeting starts in a few. But your first instruction is in the closet ;) oh and make sure you remember to vlog the day. Have fun babygirl. I love you and I’ll see you tonight! 

Grayson: Cameron came over and helped me cook.

Y/N: I love you too, & I can’t wait! ;) Tell Cam I said thanks for breakfast!

I plugged my phone back up to the charger and started heading over to the closet like Grayson said. There was a note on the closet door. What the heck, how come I didn’t notice this before? Remembering what Grayson said about vlogging this entire day, I walked over to the dresser, and grabbed the little vlogging camera that Grayson got me randomly. I turned the camera on, and I started talking and explaining pretty much what was going to be happening today. I walked over to the closet and ripped off the note that was on the closet door. 

“Start Here” the note read. 

I pushed open the closet door, and turned on the light only to reveal my closet decorated with a bunch of blowed up balloons and confetti all on the floor. I confused at how he had managed to do all this with me here the whole time. He probably did it early this morning when I was still sleeping. I had the best boyfriend in the world. I was looking for something to put it on because I was still in my towel. I didn’t really want to dress up till later tonight, so I decided I’ll just wear on of Grayson’s t-shirt and some leggings. As I went to grab the t-shirt from one of the draws, I saw a pink Victoria Secret bag in the corner with a pink bow on it. It was like he purposely put it there because he knew I was going to wear one of his shirts or something. I held the camera over the bag so I could film myself opening up the bag. There was a pair of gray PINK sweat pants, with a matching hoodie, and t-shirt. As I was pulling everything out, there was a note at the bottom of the bag. 

“Although you look very cute in my clothes, I thought these would look better on you while you’re out. PS, please put my shirt back! Now go in the living room for the next note ;)”

I laughed knowing how annoyed he’d get whenever I’d take one of his shirts. He didn’t mind whenever I wore them, but the problem was I never give them back. I mean technically their mine anyway. I turned off the camera and got dressed in the outfit Grayson got me, and they actually were the perfect fit. 

I got the camera and turned it back on, and started making my way down the hall towards the living room, and my jaw dropped. There were big red letter balloons that spelled out I Love You against the wall, and a big bouquet of lilies and daisies on the coffee table. As I walked closer I saw 2 notes next to the bouquet of flowers. I picked up the note, and read it out loud to the camera.

“Hope you liked the flowers babe. I knew lilies and daisies are your favorite so I made sure to get the biggest bouquet they had! Now on the other note you’re going to see a list of places. I need you to go to all those places that I listed in that exact order, and at that exact time. You’ll be running into a few familiar faces as you go ;)”

What the hell is he planning? I guess I’m going on a little scavenger hunt. Except I don’t think I’m really suppose to be looking for anyting. Or am I? I honestly had no idea. I just know the first place I was suppose to go to is a nail salon. I walked over to the key hanger to grab my car keys, but instead of it being my normal car keys it was replaced with a small remote control looking thing. And of course there was another note.

“Looking for your keys? Yeah well about that, I may or may not have thrown them away. Go to you’re usual parking spot to find your car ;)” 

What the hell does he mean he threw my keys away? Why the hell would he throw them away? Is this a prank? I kept asking questions in my head, as I headed down to the parking garage and to my parking spot. As I approached my parking spot I couldn’t see my car. There was a white Jeep Wrangler with a big red bow on it, in the spot where my old 2003 Honda Civic was. 

No fucking way. Did Grayson get me a new car? There’s no fucking way.

“Oh my god!” I said into the camera. 

I walked closer to the car, and on the windshield there was a paper with my name on it. I was shaking right now. What the hell is happening. I’m honestly so confused. I opened up the paper, and began reading out loud into the camera.

“Yeah I threw your car away too. Well not actually threw it, but I got rid of it. You’re too cute to be riding in that old rust bucket, that literally can stop working any day now! I remember you telling me how much you wanted a Jeep Wrangler. So I thought why not get it for my girlfriend as a anniversary gift. I know you’re going to try and call me and tell me how you can’t except it and all this other stuff. But it’s yours baby girl. You deserve it, and everything else you’re about to receive. There’s no fighting me on this. On any of this. Just get your thick ass in the car, and drive to the nail shop. Have fun princess ;)”

I was crying right now, and it was all on video. Grayson really did this for me. He really got me my dream car. Seriously what did I do to deserve him? I got into the car, and there was no way to contain my excitement so I screamed, at the top of my lungs still recording everything. He even installed a holder thing for the camera on the dash, so I hooked my camera onto there, and started playing with the buttons in the car. The car was push to start so that remote thing makes sense now. I started the car, and immediately the GPS appeared on the screen part of the dash. I guess Grayson set up the directions for all the places he wanted me to go to in the GPS already. 

* * * *

I followed the voice on the GPS all the way to the nail shop. I parked my brand new car out front, grabbed the camera off the dash, and walked into the shop. Grayson’s sister Cameron was sitting in one of the waiting chairs. I guess she was waiting for me. 

“Took you look enough!” Cameron joked, giving me a hug.

“Was I suppose to meet you here? I have no idea what is happening. Grayson got me a fucking car Cam!” I said still shocked. I can see her laughing at how confused I was. 

“You know about this didn’t you?” I asked her, rolling my eyes playfully. 

“Yup!” she replied popping the p.

“So what are we doing here?” I asked.

“We’re getting our nails and feet done, but we’re waiting on my mom. She said she’s parking so…” Cameron began to trail off when she saw her mom walking through the door.

“Hey girls!” Mrs. Dolan cheered, giving both of us a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

I guess you can say that I have a pretty good relationship with his mom. I mean I’ve known them since they were like 14. We’re both 21 now so 7 years is a pretty long time. Throughout those 7 years of knowing each other Grayson and I have been dating for 3. I still remember coming over for Christmas after being his girlfriend, everybody was saying how it was about time we got together. It was good to know that his family supported us from the beginning. 

The 3 of us were having a little girl talk, and getting our nails and toes done. I was currently sitting in the massage chair enjoying the vibrations of the chair against my back. I was enjoying myself a little too much because I didn’t even realize that they were already done with me. I got up to go pay, but Cameron told me that it was already taken care of. 

“Grayson?” I asked her, getting a nod in return. 

I looked at the time, and it was 2pm, I needed to be at the hair salon by 2:30 so I needed to leave now if I was going to get there on time. 

* * * *

I arrived at the hair salon to see one of my best friends Miranda in the front with 2 Starbucks drinks in her hand.

Was she waiting for me? 

“Miranda what are you doing here?” I asked her, as she handed me one of the Starbucks drinks.

“Waiting on you. Come on, you gotta get your hair done.” she said, opening the door, and I followed her inside. 

“You’re in this with Grayson aren’t you?” I asked, and she nodded, smiling ear to ear. 

Okay seriously what the hell is going on? All of this is cute, but I was honestly so confused.

The hair stylist sat me down in her chair, and handed me the book of hair color and styles and told me to pick. I starred at Miranda who was still giggling like she on laughing gas or something. 

“What?” I asked her chuckling a bit.

“Oh nothing, you’re just so cute.” she said, pinching my cheeks causing me to laugh.

I picked out the color I wanted, and told the hair stylist I just wanted a little trim, and maybe a blow out. She started going to town on my head, and about 2 hours later I was done. 

I looked at myself in the mirror, and was completely satisfied with the results. My hair was so soft, and the color complimented my skin completely. Just like at the nail salon, I tried to go pay, but Miranda told me it was already taken care of. So of course I knew it was Grayson. It was now 4:30pm, and I needed to be at my next stop at 5. Which apparently was some dress store. 

When I got in the car, I decided to give Grayson a call. I figured he’d be done with his meetings now, since its 4:30 and he left for his meetings at 7 this morning.

“Hello?” a voice sounded through my new car speakers. 

“Ethan?” I asked, recognizing that it was Grayson so it most likely had to be Ethan.

“Yup thats me! Whats up Y/N?” he asked, clearly trying to be funny.

“Ethan, where’s Grayson?” I asked.

“Uh you’re not allowed to talk to Grayson right now. He’s busy pooping right now” Ethan said, and I could hear Grayson in the background yelling at him.

“Ethan I can hear him in the background you ass clown! Give him the phone!” I yelled at the idiot on the other end of the phone. 

“No can do Y/N. You’ll have to wait till later to talk to him.” he said, clearly not gonna let me talk to my boyfriend. 

“Whatever asshole.” I said jokingly, as I hear Grayson yelling I love you in the background before Ethan hung up.

I arrived at this little boutique, and I had a feeling someone I know was going to be here to meet me. As I was getting out of my car, I spotted a familiar car parked a few cars in front of me. It was my other best friend’s Leena’s car. 

I still didn’t know why Grayson wanted me to vlog this. I guess it’s for a video or something I don’t know. I walked into the boutique and as suspected Leena was there. She had a few dresses in her arms, while she was looking through a rack. But when she saw me she ran over and instead of giving me a hug she hand me the dresses, and took the camera out of my hand. 

“Leena wth?” I asked, yet again still confused.

“Shhh! Just try them on. Hurry! she shooed me into the fitting room, and I started trying on the different dresses she handed me.

We tried 5 out of the 6 dresses she gave me, and she didn’t like any of them. 

I didn’t even know what I was trying on dresses to begin with. Maybe it was for the dinner?

“Am I suppose to pick a dress for dinner my anniversary dinner tonight?” I asked, going back into the fitting room trying on the last dress.

“Yes, now hurry!” she said, rushing me. 

I looked in the mirror, and my jaw dropped. The dress was beautiful. It was a beautiful red lace cocktail dress that stopped a little above my knee. The dress hugged my curves in all the right places. I stepped out of the fitting room, and Leena nodded in approval!

“You know you can’t wear underwear with that right?” she said kind of loud, causing everyone in the store to look. 

“Oh my god.” I said burying my face in my hand. 

I stood in front of the mirror admiring the dress some more, when Leena came over with a pair of shoes to go with my dress. They were a nude pair of open toe strapped heels. They were really cute, and look perfect with the dress. Just like at the nail shop, and the hair salon, Grayson had already paid for everything. Okay I’m defiantly going to talk to him tonight, about spending all this money on me. I know he likes buying me things, and as he always says he wants to treat me like the princess I am, but I can’t help but feel bad. I mean the nails, hair, and dress is one thing, but he got me a brand new car. I mean I can only imagine how much that car is! I shook away the thought, when I felt Leena tap my shoulder. 

“You need to go home and get ready! Someone will be there to pick you up at 8, to take you the restaurant to meet Grayson for dinner.” she said, before giving me a hug, and handing me back the camera.

I left the boutique and started making my way home. 

* * * *

I made it home around 6:30, and it was now 7:30. Someone was suppose to be here to pick me up at 8. I was currently putting the last touches on my make up, and all I needed to do was get dress. I laid my dress out on the bed, and pulled the zipper down on the side. I stepped inside the dressed, and pulled it up, putting in one arm first, than the other. I zipped up the zipper on the side, and patted down any wrinkle that was on the dress. I pulled my heels out the box and put them on. Once my shoes were on, I walked back over to my make up table, and applied on some nude colored lipstick. I sprayed on some perfume, and ran a comb through my hair. I didn’t have to do anything to it, since it was still nicely done from earlier. I finished just in time, because I heard a car horn honking downstairs.

I grabbed my purse, locked my apartment, and started heading downstairs. I opened the door of the apartment lobby, and saw a car that looked a lot like Ethan’s BMW. I stood by the door starring at the car for a few seconds, until I saw the front window going down, and Ethan stuck his face out the window.

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping.” he said mocking Mean Girls. I crinkled my eyebrows in confused, but couldn’t help but let out a laugh. 

“Are you suppose to be my Uber?” I asked, getting into the front seat. 

“Pretty much, yeah.” he said flashing me a goofy smile.

“Well I’m not paying you.” I said laughing at him.

We were blasting music, and jamming out in the car as we were on our way to the restaurant. 

We arrived, and as I was trying to open the door to get out, Ethan stopped me.

“No, I’m suppose to get door.” he told me, as he got out the door and ran to the other side.

“You didn’t have to open my door E.” I said.

“Oh don’t worry this was a once in a lifetime thing sis.” he said. I found it cute how he called me sis. I mean Ethan and I always considered each other like brother and sister. But I don’t know I just thought it was cute when he said it,

“Thanks Eteeweetee!” I chooed at him, while I patted him on the head. 

I walked into restaurant, and you can just feel the romantic vibe going on in there. The lights were dim, and they had soft music playing quietly throughout the restaurant. I told the host, I was meeting someone here, and I gave him Grayson’s name, and he started walking me towards the back end of the restaurant. As we were walking towards the back, I saw Grayson sitting at cute little table reserved for just 2. He was holding something in his hand, I’m guessing it was his phone. He saw me coming and started to get up from his seat.

Finally, I get to see my man after a long eventful day! He cleans up pretty nicely. He was wearing all black jeans, with a white collared button down shirt. Simple but yet so effective. His hair, was so fluffy, and his curls fell effortlessly to the side just like I love. 

“Hey beautiful.” Grayson said, pulling me into a hug and giving me a peck on the lips.

Like the gentleman that he is, he pulled out my chair for me, and helped me push myself in closer to the table. He sat down, and I couldn’t help but smile. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. No matter how many dates we go on, or how long I’ve been around him, I can’t help but get nervous still. 

“So how do you like your new car.” Grayson asked flashing me his signature smirk.

“Grayson, I love it so much! But why did you do that? I was fine with my old car.” I said.

“That car was going to break down at any minute. Besides I’ve been wanting to get you a Jeep for a while now.” he said, smiling at me.

“Babe, you didn’t have to do that! Seriously, you didn’t have to do none of this. I would’ve been perfectly fine with eating pizza in my living room.” I said truthfully. I didn’t need any of these fancy things, and Grayson knows that. We can be in a sewer somewhere, but I would’ve been happy as long as I was with him.

We ate our food, and had our normal everyday conversations. We talked about his meeting, about how my day was, and just everything in between. Grayson paid the bill, and since he drove here, we made our way to his car and started heading home. 

As much fun as today was, I couldn’t wait to get back to the apartment, and cuddle up with my boyfriend watch a few movies, and go to sleep. We pulled up to the parking garage, and Grayson handed me a blindfold. 

“Put it on.” he directed. 

I knew there was no point in questioning him or trying to protest against it, so I placed the blindfold over my head, and sat there in the passenger seat. I heard a car door close, and quickly after that I heard my passenger door open.

“I’m going to carry you upstairs, okay babe?” Grayson said, as he carried me out the car. 

He carried me to the elevator and once we were in he put me down. Grayson was quite the whole time, so I was getting a little nervous. I was blindfolded and I had no idea what was going on. For all I know I could be walking to my death trap right now, and this guy isn’t even Grayson. I heard the elevator ding, meaning we must be at our floor. I felt Grayson life me up again, and after about a minute, I was put down again. I heard some keys jingling, so I assume that Grayson was opening the door. He lifted me up again, and once I was put down again, my noise instantly got hit with a wave of vanilla, and flowers.

“Hold out your hand.” Grayson said as he took my camera from me. His voice was soft, and a little shaky. As if he was nervous or something almost.

I held out my hands, and felt a couple of skinny twig like things in my hand. 

“I want you to count to 3 and take your blindfold off.” Grayson said, but his voice was started to fade out. 

“1, 2, 3 …” I counted out loud, removing my blindfold. 

I removed my blindfold to the most beautiful, and cutest scene ever. The apartment lighting was dim, there were candles throughout the room, and there was a pathway on the floor made out of rose petals, and little candles. I looked to see what it was Grayson had put in my hands, and it was a small bouquet of a dozen roses. Sticking out was a little note that said …

“On each rose, I wrote something that I love about you. When you finish reading all of them, come into the bedroom, for your final surprise.”

On each rose there was a little strip of paper, I was suppose to read all of them, and come into the bedroom after to get my last surprise. Jeez Grayson I wonder what that can be. I went red at the thought, but I needed to focus on one thing at a time. 

I removed the first strip and it said…

“I love your smile.” 

I felt myself cheesing reading this. I removed the next strip and read it. I continued to do that for all of them. 

“I love the way your eyebrows crinkle together when you’re mad at me.”

“I love when you play in my hair when I can’t sleep.”

“I love that you’re so nice to all of my fans.”

“I love you because you make me feel wanted.”

 I continued to read through each note, trying my hardest to hold back my tears, but this was the cutest thing that anyone has ever done for me. There was only 2 left, and I get to go see what my final surprise is. Although I’m sure I had a pretty good idea. Good thing, I didn’t wear any underwear. 

I picked up the next strip and read it out loud.

“Will” 

Will? What does that mean? Who’s Will? 

I pulled off the last strip of paper from the rose, and placed the small bouquet on the kitchen counter with the rest of the notes. I started walking towards the bedroom door, as I read the last strip of paper.

“You” 

You? It went from cute to confusing. What is this note an the last one suppose to mean? I couldn’t help but think that maybe I was about to get pranked as soon as I opened this door.

I took a deep breathe, and placed my hand on the door knob twisting it slightly and pushed the door open. 

“Grayson what ar-” I was cut off by everything that was in front of me.

What I saw in front of me was not what I was expecting at all. Grayson was kneeling on one knee. Behind him were the same big red letter balloons from this morning, but instead of saying I Love You, it said Marry Me with a question mark. I looked down at the 2 strips of paper in my hand. 

“Will” “You”  

Oh My God. Is Grayson purposing to me? 

I looked up from my hand, and saw Grayson still in the same postion, but this time he was holding open a little box. My heart started pounding through my chest, when I was able to make out that there was a ring in that box. 

Oh My God. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t say anything. I stood there frozen in my spot with the tears building up in my eyes as Grayson started to speak.

“Y/N. I love you so much. I can’t even put into words, how much I love you. You’ve been in my life for 7 years now, you’ve always been my best friend. But these last 3 years, you opened your heart to me and you let me be something more. I don’t know what I would do without you. You keep me sane through all this craziness. When I’m feeling down, you know just what to say to make me feel better. You take away all my worries, and all my doubts. I’m a better person because of you. You’re the sunshine whenever I’m feeling gray. And I don’t ever want to lose my sunshine.”

Grayson got up and started walking towards me.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N will you marry me?” he asked, searching my face for an answer.

I grabbed his face, and crashed his lips onto mine. After about a couple of seconds I pulled away.

“Yes! Grayson of course!” I said, and he kissed me again, as he grabbed my waist and spun me around. 

We pulled away from our kiss, and Grayson held out my hand, and slid the ring onto my ring finger. As if on queue, his mom, Cameron, Miranda, Leena, and Ethan, all came out of the closet, with awes and loud chants. I hid my face into Grayson’s face, trying to hide how red I probably was from all of this. He kissed my forehead, and held me in close to his chest. 

“I love you” he said. 

“I love you too.” I replied. 

well played svt, well played with the teasers =-= (theory time!)

So tHEORY TIME AGAIN YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH WHOOP

The damn vocal unit did it again and im so mad at seventeen in general right now for making the teasers fit in with this whole thing, freaking hakuwefhkuawheufauwA. 

Anyways I love the vocal unit! :) and Seventeen :))

Okay so I’m pretty sure a bunch of you noticed that the song is called pinwheel and woozi was holding a compass. THIS WAS ALL IN VERNON’S AL1 TEASER WHAT THE HELL. 

The thing I circled is the compass that Vernon throws to Woozi aksjhdakjhduawh cries. I literally can’t even write this theory without fangirling ahhhhh
And instead of pinwheels, it’s windmills, so the thing is it could be a language translation thing or it could be that the pinwheel/windmill represented each other cuz they are super similar.

Jeonghan’s trailer. Y’all thought the camera was the important thing? WRONG.

Guess who decided to freaking draw/write a thing?

The YOON JEONGHAN OKAY.

I bet you’re like okay Mingyu’s teaser doesn’t have anything to do with it anyw- WRONG WRONG WRONG (btw im going in order for the teasers)

um yes, Mingyu and Woozi have really nice hands bUT BY THEY WAY, THEY ALSO ARE BOTH PLAYING THE PIANO AHHHH AND NOT ONLY THAT, MINGYU NEVER PLAYS IT, BUT WOOZI DOES AND THEN…

MINGYU FALLS INTO A FULL POOL, AND WOOZI IS WALKING OUT OF AN EMPTY POOL??? COINCIDENCE??? I THINK NOT.

Y’all remember Joshua’s call in the Jun’s teaser, I know you do. Like who couldn’t forget that?? We all thought it was with connected to Hoshi’s teaser cuz of the phone in there, bUT WE’VE BEEN PROVEN WRONG LIES AHHHH

Nice that they have the same phone fOR CALLING BELOVED ONES HUH. BECAUSE JOSHUA’S LINES IN JUN’S TEASER ARE

Hey. How are you?
Hmmm?
I don’t know why I called you but…
Will we see each other again?
No…nevermind, bye.

He was calling a bELOVed ONe.

And then Jun holds letters and stuff which could represent whatever Jeonghan was writing???

oooo DK’s teaser he run faaaaaaaast but his time stayed the same. So he drops the stopwatch, and Seungkwan picks it up.

Guess who dropped his compass, but no one came to pick it up? Woozi :’D

Nice nice seventeen ;w;  Not to mention that all of the vocal unit is running again in the song close to the end of it.

I’m gonna skip over Woozi’s teaser and get back to it later. 

In Dino’s video he has that little game thing, that keeps telling him to go back to the start. 

How convenient is it that Woozi is running back towards the camera while everyone else was running away?? Going back to the start for Wooziiii omg

Even S.Coups is running away but KEEPS ENDING UP AT THE SAME PLACE.

So this is just the beginning kids :’D This was only proof that the trailers were connected to the song. 

Next lemme tell you a secret about Trauma and Pinwheel. The lyrics of Trauma talk about singing away the trauma, or singing/listening to music to help themselves not drown in it right? Well guess what DK was doing.

SURPRISE! IF YOU DIDN’T ALREADY REALIZE IT, DK IS TRYING TO DROWN OUT THE FEARS OF BEING ALONE YAYAYAY.

Next, next. Something that all of the songs (the unit songs + Smile Flower + DWC) have in common with the trailers is the theme of being alone and also very important, TIME. So we all guessed back when the teasers were released that something was supposed to be with time. At least one thing we guessed was true lol ;w;

So Smile Flower being alone and all, fun right? It also has a theme of time because they sing about smiling no matter what, FOREVER. Yes, forever is a time word because it takes on an infinite amount of time. Even though they were SEPARATED AND ALONE, they would be okay. (Lololol they were sooooo wrong about it haha)

Next in line is Trauma. Trauma was about realizing that they might have actually been left behind and are now alone. In Trauma they throw in a lot of time phrases, but it’s really subtle. All of them rap/sing about the fears they had and things they did in the PAST and how the fears are connecting to the PRESENT situation, which is being left ALONE for good. They also have a bunch of sand in the MV that they used.

They literally represented an hourglass yay. Wonwoo is guiding a stream of sand down, and Vernon’s room had this huge mound of sand. Time is passing slowly.

Then Performance Team had Lilili Yabbay aka 13 Month’s Dance. They also told a looooooooot about the song in their SVT RADIO broadcast.This time the song is about the FUTURE, hoping to meet the person again and reunite on the 13TH MONTH because they only see them in dreams. But we don’t have 13 months in the calendar, which means that they are referring to the Lunisolar Calendar, where they add an extra month on leap years that occur every two-three years. That means they realize that it will be a while till they can actually meet the person again, but they think that they are guaranteed to meet them again. Maybe they do also realize it could be the last time they see the person again since one of the lines from the song is Open up the time where only the two of us can exist. There is only a time for so long that they can exist together but eventually they will have to part. I think that they’re trying to accept it and be hopeful but it doesn’t work out. Also we have to talk about the choreo, because they mentioned that it’s super meaningful

The performance unit does this cool flower thing and I mean Smile Flower much?

They also said that Dino’s part has a lot of things that can be interpreted.

If you remember the video, the hands were going clockwise, and really fast unlike Trauma’s hourglass. They were speeding up time into the future because they wanted to meet the person. Dino also mentions that the thirteenth month was a special time for Carats and SVT to exist.

So this could also mean that Carats are the the subject they always sing about (they do like to say that everything is about us anyways xD). I personally think that it means that Carats are Seventeen’s future and without them they would be alone and hopeless. 

And then we got Vocal Unit’s song where basically everyone’s a mess beCAUSE DAMN. I’m pretty sure the Vocal Unit’s song is about the PRESENT instead. In the lyrics, Jeonghan sings I’m looking forward to seeing you, which way, is it that way over there? It’s like the cold wind that keeps blowing. He knows that she exists somewhere but doesn’t know which way to go to find her, just like how the wind blows wherever it likes. Seungkwan sings after that The small pinwheel that’s standing there, It’s like staring while waiting for someone desperately, It’s like me doing things breathlessly. This is like S.Coups’ part in Trauma where he raps Barely spit out my breath, it’s like I’m forgetting how to do it and The8 and Jun’s part where they sing Where I’m thirsty and cold, I’m standing at this place which means that in the cold wind they wait for the person and barely catching a breath. DK then sings after that It’s like I’ve done nothing wrong which is again similar to Trauma because all of them rap about how they feel that they’ve done something wrong to make her leave. Woozi sings To you in the distant future, I won’t be sorry always waiting. For me, yeah that easier. He promises that he won’t regret waiting for her and basically pleading for her to come back. So Pinwheel is like a combo of both the Future and Past and connecting it with the Present.

Skipping over the teasers, Don’t Wanna Cry happens. They don’t want to cry because if they do they might lose sight of the other person.

Going to the beginning of the song, Vernon sings

Funny that Vernon sings that there aren’t enough words because he’s a rapper. As a rapper, he puts his emotions into rap lyrics to make them meaningful, but he can’t even say them in this case. And in Trauma he says Imma sing this song, anybody listening? He’s literally talking about the part in DWC.

And then Hoshi sings…

He says that he only cared for the other person and wonders why they left, just like in Lilili Yabbay where he sings I’m waiting, you made me wait. He doesn’t want her to make him wait and wonders if she just left him because she was tired of him or because he did something wrong, like in Trauma and Pinwheel. Dino also sings My eyes only see you, which implies that he only cared about the person, no one else. 

Then Woozi and Joshua sing that they knows that the other person still exists somewhere.

So he keeps waiting for her to come back to him. Possibly waiting for the 13th month where they sing Open up the time where only the two of us can exist?? And in Trauma S.Coups says To me, the extent of missing of you is the hardest since he’s waiting for so long. In Pinwheel Joshua sings Turning round and round as long as you find me in the distant future. He keeps staying in the same place because he wants her to find him.

And you know how S.Coups sings that one part?

We can tell from this that Pinwheel is directly related to DWC because in Pinwheel, they keep looking around like they are lost, especially Woozi since he holds the compass.

In Pinwheel, Joshua sings Losing the way here, even if it takes a long time. Even though the place should be familiar, it isn’t because they’re so focused on finding her again.

Jeonghan sings that he hopes she’s looking for him while he’s looking for her.

Interesting cuz he literally sang the same line in Pinwheel. I’m looking forward to seeing you, which way, is it that way over there? It’s like the cold wind that keeps blowing.

Then Meanie enters (:D) and are trying to not miss her.

They have to actually lie to themselves to feel better which supports what Mingyu states in Trauma, Why can’t I forget? 

Jeonghan even goes similarly off of this proving that his heart won’t let him lie to himself.

Seungkwan sings for her to come back which is basically in every song so far. And Wonwoo then sings

which is a pretty cool line if you ask me. It’s also interesting because Mingyu’s teaser was about everything being double, and then his reflection in the mirror stays when he leaves.

Cool right? 

Seventeen is awesome and I hate them so much for making me spend like 4-5 hours on this but it’s totally worth it. The best part is I’m not even close to done but I’ll make a part 2 on how the teasers connect to the songs and how change up might be part of this whole game too because this one is too long and you’re dead already. I’ll try posting it soon! I hope you didn’t die after this lol
If you haven’t seen my other theories you should check em out :)) (just use the my theory tag)

whatamidoinidk  asked:

(please bear with me) Okay, so, I'm a 15 year old freshman in highschool, and I've wanting to create some sort of series, whether it be a comic, or something else for a few years. I haven't too serious about it, but after one my of my friends showed me your video, for some reason, i was especially inspired. Now, I already have one character... but that's all i got. How did you come up with the things in your film? And did you ever experience "writer's block"? and if so, how did you deal with it?

No worries dude!  So okay, I’m gonna’ be honest, when I read this, I was hit with such a weird mix of, like, “god this is literally impossible to answer”, and “man I remember feeling that way when I was 15″.  So I guess the best thing I could do is elaborate.

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anonymous asked:

Just came back from my local CB store for my weekly run and this woman with her young son and daughter reprimanded her girl because she wanted to buy comics too. She said, "it's not for you". You backwards-ass fuckers, let little girls read comics, it's 2017 for fuck's sake.

i liked comics ever since i was a kid. my uncle would drive me to the nearest convenience store because my neighborhood didn’t have any comic book places and i’d spend solid minutes searching their lackluster comics section trying to find something that sparked my interest. i wasn’t specifically reading just DC or Marvel comics, i would grab stories about superheroes one day, fairies and witches the next, unending quizzes and riddles the other. i liked the shapes and the colors and the speech bubbles and the fact the letters were always capitalized for some unexplained but cool reason. it’s why i started reading actual books from a very young age, and how i picked up drawing so religiously. i still remember the exact picture that helped me learn how to draw shoes

when i was around 12, i had a friend my age (let’s call her katie), this girl who wasn’t going to the same school i did, but because she was living in my neighborhood, me, her and a bunch of other kids were constantly out every afternoon to play until sundown, so we were close. i had only three hobbies at that age: creating superhero battles with my dolls, readings my comic books and magazines, and playing outside and getting dirty because i was certain i could turn a local soil dumping ground into an actual water park (i got the neighborhood kids, including this guy five years older than me, to actually believe in my project and help). katie, i had noticed, was pretty much interested in the same things i was, but every time i’d bring my comics with me and offer her an issue, she’d shut me down fast. at first i thought she didn’t like reading/prefered to actually play (or help me become a genius, self-made multi-billionaire at the ripe age of 12), and that was okay so i didn’t pressure her, but i quickly found out she was not allowed to read comics

when one of my birthdays creeped around and everyone and their mother got invited (literally, they were all young kids, their mothers had to be there), katie’s mother got a tour of the house including my brother and i’s shared bedroom. i remember her making a backhanded comment about how my brother seemed to read a lot, and when my mother said, “oh no, that bookcase’s actually my daughter’s, she’s driving her uncle broke with all her comics”, that lady just… lost it in the most comically dramatic way. something about how it’s ridiculous for me, a girl, to read comics about angry men fighting each other, about how these activities are for boys and not ladies, and maybe if i had more dolls to play with, i wouldn’t be like this. now, my natural response at my current age is, “chill the fuck out you spoiled nutmeg”, but back then, i remember just getting… surprised, offended, ashamed, sad. scared my mom would listen to her and take away my comics or not allow me to read any new ones ever again. then i looked at katie and realized she had to live with that spoiled nutmeg 24/7. is that why she was downright terrified of my comics?

the whole thing didn’t have a happy ending. Spoiled Nutmeg & Co. left the party after a while, then the years passed, we grew apart, i moved houses at some point, we lost contact, my water park business was completely ruined because the same company that dumped all that soil just took it away like the self-entitled little fuckers they were. two years ago, through some weird and questionable means and circumstances, katie got in contact with me again. through it all and after i mentioned something about batman (imagine? me? sneaking batman into every conversation?), she asked me if i still read as much as i used to. i managed my best impression of, “no, i don’t have an entire blog dedicated to superheroes”, and told her that i’m still into comics. after she explained to me she’s been actively avoiding any kind of comic book material because of her childhood days being filled with every relative repeating that kind of stuff is only meant for boys, i convinced her to try some DC stuff out. and she did. i also gave her some fun facts about the comic world she appreciated. leaque ― spoiled nutmeg: 1-0. fuck you, ma’am

this isn’t the first time i’ve seen this sort of gatekeeping caused by hilariously wrong societal views and “rules”, but it’s the one closest to me because i experienced it so actively. i experienced it from my family too when it came to other aspects of that long-winded “some games are meant for boys and not girls” rhetoric that resulted in me trying out things much later in life (ie video games), but they were never assholes about my books. the amount of girls with similar experiences to katie is a much larger number than some of you may realize. it’s insane to think about, but this gatekeeping culture, ranging from family to your local asshole who wants to protect his little boys’ club, exists. it simply exists. this bandwagon of ridiculousness has to stop at some point

Midoriya, Bakugou, & Todoroki Headcanons

Headcanons that no one asked for!

Next up is Uraraka, Tsuyu, & Momo!

Enjoy!

Midoriya Izuku

  1. Really likes sweets but gave them up to focus on his physical advancement
  2. Is The Master™ of the perfect blanket burrito
  3. Has excessive knowledge of the United States because he wanted to know exactly what All Might’s special moves were named after
  4. Had an Eraserhead phase when he was a kid & consequently has Eraserhead neck bandages/bindings & goggles, both of which he has in a box in his closet along with a rare Eraserhead poster
  5. Aizawa knows about said box because of the dorms & secretly put one of his spare pairs of goggles in there & is waiting for the day when Izuku opens the box so he can deny putting them there & see what Izuku says
  6. Wants a rabbit so bad, like gosh golly gee, give this little baby a rabbit
  7. Is very worried about his mother but doesn’t want to make her worried that he’s worried, he calls this the Worry Cycle
  8. He actually really likes drawing. He’s drawn costume ideas for his classmates, animals he finds interesting, & so much All Might
  9. Doodles his classmates during class when he’s not taking notes, usually whenever he hears them answer a question 
  10. Has bunch of little angry Bakugous cuz he’ll doodle him whenever he grumbles 
  11. Bakugou is who he’s best at drawing because he grumbles so much

Bakugou Katsuki

  1. Will bite KitKat bars as a whole when he’s pissed instead of breaking them then eating them like a civilized human being, but only when he’s mad
  2. Likes to look people dead in the eyes & eat them like that sometimes because he knows it makes them uncomfortable
  3. Secretly really likes animals because they like him, calm him down when he’s upset, & keep him from feeling alone & unloved
  4. He likes dogs because of their energy but he loves cats because of how sassy but sweet they are
  5. Has been known to stop on his way home from school if he sees a cat & has intense staredowns with them
  6. Will pet them regardless of if he wins or loses said staring contest
  7. Cooking is his stress reliever
  8. His counters are covered in sweets during exam week 
  9. He can’t eat all the sweets he makes so sometimes he’ll go on super covert missions to leave them outside of his classmates’ dorm rooms
  10. Hums the Mission Impossible theme while on his covert ops
  11. Saw Todoroki get teary-eyed when he left a small cake outside his dorm one time so he makes a point to always leave something for Shouto when he’s got extras

Todoroki Shouto

  1. Is really self-conscious about his smile & laugh
  2. Doesn’t understand why people are intimidated by him? Like ??? He’s just doing his best???
  3. Has considered dying his hair all white or at least dying his red something else
  4. He is very sentimental
  5. Receiving home cooked food is an honor to him because he recognizes the effort & care put into said food
  6. Another reason homemade food is so dear to him is that it always reminds him of his mother
  7. Sitting down to eat surrounded by those he cares about never fails to put him in an amazing mood
  8. Give this precious boy a good luck charm & he will protect it with his life, remember it always, & somehow return it in better condition than he received it in
  9. Has a bunch of old tubes of scar cream that he doesn’t use anymore because he’s accepted that his scar, like his red hair & blue eye, are part of who he is
  10. Knows origami & not just like the simple stuff, this boy is advanced
  11. Likes movies that are so bad they’re good, The Room is one of his absolute favorites & he can quote it


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Inked (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: After spending the afternoon drawing all over your legs in sharpie, you’re worried a certain supersoldier won’t be a fan of your new tattooed look, but if nothing else, Steve Rogers is a man who’s full of surprises.

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N- inspired by “Ink my Skin” by the wonderful @fvckingsteverogers (their story is super cute- read it HERE) and by the fact that this is how I actually spent my afternoon today… well the drawing all over myself part anyway ;) (seriously my legs are covered in sharpie and I have work tomorrow.. thank goodness for long pants) Enjoy the fluff!

Warnings: none, I don’t even think I swore in this one!

Words: 2,833

You looked around your apartment and sighed contentedly, it’d been ages since you’d had time to really go through and clean the place, but since Steve had been on mission for the past week you could finally dedicate some time to clearing out your embarrassingly cluttered apartment. It’s not that you couldn’t clean when he was around, but when he had a day, or hell even an afternoon off, all thoughts of cleaning and productivity were thrown out the window. Even if Steve insisted that he didn’t want to distract you from your work, you just couldn’t keep your hands off of him if he was within arm’s reach.

You reached down and pulled up on the black trash bag lying at your feet, tossing it over your shoulder with a grunt, you carried it towards the front door and plopped it down by the other two trash bags that you told yourself you’d take out later. It was rainy and crummy today, and the last thing you wanted to do was run across the parking lot of your building just to throw out the trash. With Steve away you knew it was more than likely that you’d leave it there for a few days- with no one around to impress, your motivation to keep things super tidy waned, to say the least- but at the very least you knew you wanted to take out the trash before Steve got back from his mission, just so he wouldn’t have to do it.

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A little bump here and there

There’s so many things I’ve been wanting to do for a long while now, but I’ve let a pretty bumpy year get the best of me.  I’m human, and not perfect, sometimes things bring me down too.  My outlet to de-stress used to be games for the most part, but since starting Youtube I rarely have time to play things to just to chill / unwind.  That’s not to say I don’t have fun recording games for YouTube, I just miss out on so much stuff that I’d normally just geek out about by myself with no commentary or anything to de-stress.  For example, I still haven’t played more than an hour of The Witcher 3 when I was so hyped about it.  One short term goal I have is to make sure that I don’t let that happen to Fallout 4, I need to play it.

I do want to say though that this whole journey on Youtube has ultimately become one of the proudest achievements in my life.  I've put everything I have into it, and pushed through so many challenges along the way like doubt, and near endless uncertainty.  Way before I could even call this a job I just loved hearing how just watching me play and have fun with something brought a smile to your face, or made you think a little bit less about something that was stressing you out.  I know that my content can vary quite a bit with all of the different games I play, and with friends swapping in and out often, etc. but it’s so awesome to know that you guys always have my back as we experience this journey together. 

With that said, I really do need to find a way to find some balance, and pick myself back up as I’ve been feeling a bit down for a while.  There were a lot of bumps in the road that I didn’t anticipate surrounding the move, and even when the move stuff was mostly taken care of it felt like a bunch of other things fell off track.  I’m trying to fix that, but there are some things with dependencies that I have little control of.  Still, I’ve been doing my best, and while I might not have the solution to all of the challenges just yet I’ve always been strong, and adaptive.

No matter what though I always want you guys to know how much I appreciate you.  For some of the very difficult things I’ve had to go through in the past (I’ve shared a few bits), and even with some things still on my plate in the present (maybe one day I’ll do a draw my life to go into more), having had the chance to experience all of this in my life has been a true blessing that I will be forever grateful for.  Seriously, it is still hard to believe how far we’ve come. 

So to all of you out there that have been here for me thank you all so much for supporting who I am, and what I do, and for helping me work towards what’s essentially a dream.  I care so much about this community, and I feel like every day I get to know more and more of you a little better as I read your comments, tweets, emails, and everything else.  I may not have met you in person, but I’ve come to know many familiar names and faces over the years.  Remember that I read almost everything, even if I can’t always respond.  

Again, thank you for everything, I mean it from the bottom of my heart. 

anonymous asked:

Would you ever consider uploading your Kekkai Sensen piece onto Redbubble? My friend and I are massive fans and I would love to own a print or tshirt with it on it!

Done! Just click on available products to see all the stuff it’s on! :D and thank you for liking it!!!

Anon said: YESSSSS qlu is such a good fic!!!! literally the writing is…. so good and so in char!!!! loved seeing art of it!!!!!!

YAH!!!! Asma’s one of my top favorite bakushima writers, she’s got such a good grasp on them and her storytelling style is always incredibly on point, I love reading her stuff so much !!

Anon said: I highkey love your art.

And I highkey love you omfg !!!! <3

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Irony; Johnny

Request: “Can I ask a scenario with Johnny? Your family and his are neighbors and really hate each other but you and him end up working at the same place (not as idols)? You see each other as rivals and enemies but then you fall in love but don’t know how to tell the parents? Thanks 😊”

Genre: Angst ⤑ Fluff.

Warnings: Cursing.

A/N: The request is pretty clear, I know, but there were a few things that I didn’t understand, but I still feel satisfied with the results. I hope y’all enjoy it!


You were cuddling by his side now, both of you in silence, lost in your own thoughts while caressing each other’s skin softly. He let go a loud groan and sat on the bed, running his fingers through his hair showing clearly how stressed he was feeling. I sighed and sat beside him, hugging his back.

“I’m so sorry for everything, Y/N. We deserve so much better.” His words were sincere and his voice tone was sad, and looking at him like this was breaking my heart. How would say that I’ll have such strong feelings for the person that I spent years hating.

“I-I don’t want to lose you, Johnny.”

“And you won’t because there’s no fucking way I’ll leave your side just because of such a stupid reason like my parents opinion, and the same thing with my goals in life, I’m not going to give up on those.”

Both of our parents hated the news of me and Johnny being on a relationship just as much as they hated our dreams of us wanting to become big artists. We wanted to show the world the best of us and test ourselves in the process, but they never liked that, how ironic that they hated each other so much. But Johnny was a lot more determinate for this kind of stuff, unlike me who’s always doubting of my decisions and feeling insecure every time someone gives me a bad opinion of something I choose.

Johnny turned around and placed one of his fingers in my chin after I took my arms off his body, making me look right into his eyes that tried to look comforting but only made me feel even worst.

“We’ll find a way to make things work out, Y/N. I promise you.” I only nodded quietly and accept Johnny’s hugs and kisses.

 

It was our third night sleeping together after moving out. Insomnia was by my side, keeping me company while Johnny was sleeping beside me with his arms and legs around my small figure. That scene kept replaying again and again in my mind and for every second it past, the mental and physic tiredness would be worst. I felt like crying my eyes out but at the same time I felt like I wasn’t able to shed any tears.

Different memories kept coming to my mind the whole night, only giving me twenty minutes of sleep before the alarm started to sound.

“Since when do you work here?” You asked with a surprised expression, silently trying to calm down and not say anything stupid.

“I started like a month ago, but I don’t want to waste my time with you just order quickly and go away.”

“No, actually I’m going to start working here too, today is my first day.” His eyebrows raised and his mouth opened a little in surprised for a few seconds, and after doing a disgusted expression he would give you a warm welcoming.

“Then stop talking and playing around and start to work already, we have a bunch of dirty cups that you could be cleaning right now.”

You remembered that day perfectly with a smile on your face, giggling every time it would come to your mind.

“What are you laughing about, you weirdo?” You heard your boyfriend said as he put you closer to his body and started to leave kisses in your neck and jaw, making your smile grow even more.

“It’s because I remembered my first time working in the cafe, when you hated me and always obligated me to clean cups every day, and how it’s such an irony that I still have to do the same thing every morning with the tiny difference that now we’re in a relationship and we live together.” You could feel his smile while he continue placing his warm lips in your neck and a few moments later another one, this time on you cheek.

“I remember I felt like an idiot when you suddenly started to act so nicely with me and I finally realized that telling you to work faster wasn’t going to be as useful as me actually helping you. Good thing that I finally learned.” He said grabbing some paper of a high shell and drying your wet hands in a delicate and caring way once you finished cleaning the dishes.

“What is this, Y/N?” Johnny asked with a confuse expression while looking at the cup of coffee that was in the table where he sits every day, ready to scold you.

“I made it for you. Even from my house I could hear you studying your Korean out loud at 3 a.m., I though you would be tired.” You tried to sound as natural as possible and to hide your now blushed face from him as you would clean the coffee machines slowly, without being able to see how Johnny’s entire face changed when he felt a warm feeling in his heart and butterflies in his stomach for a few seconds.

“U-uh, thanks.”


“And do you remember when I confessed to you a few months later, Y/N?” He asked while placing his hands in your small waist and looking at you with a small smile in his face and nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes.

“How could I forget? It was the day were you saved me of give up on my dreams and goals, and basically of myself.” You said while slowly putting your hands in his shoulders and enjoying the way he started to caress your back from up to down under your pajama shirt. “I’ll never be able to describe how grateful I am to you for everything you have done to me, Johnny.”

“Don’t be silly. I don’t feel like it’s right to say that after you literally escaped to a complete different country that’s in the other side of the world where you knew nothing about the language or culture just to be with me. Uhm?” He would kiss your forehead and look at you one more time.

 

“You already finished the whole book? And you’re still studying?” He would laugh at your comment and smile at you.

“Korean is not an easy language to learn, Y/N.” He would say, slowly bringing his hands closer to yours that were busy grabbing his book of notes.

“You should teach me a little someday. And how’s your pronunciation? Can you say something in Korean?”

“Yeah, I could say something like 나는 너를 좋아해.”

“And what does it mean?” He would take a deep breath before finally grabbing your hand, drawing nonsense shapes with his thumb in your palms and leaving some kisses too.

“I like you.” You could felt your heart beating faster as you saw his sincere eyes while he pronounced the words, finding his blushed cheeks adorable but at the same time feeling yours turning in an even brighter shade of pink.

“I-I like you too, Johnny.” He smiled widely as soons as he saw a little smile forming on your lips as you lowered your head and hided your face with your hands.

“You’re precious, Y/N.” 


You couldn’t believe how happy you were just by being by this men’s side. You wouldn’t have much money and you didn’t even have a normal job. But you had each other, and that’s everything you need to feel like you were in home again. You knew him since forever and better than anyone else in the whole world and it was the same case with him. You felt complete every time he was by your side, the way you had the perfect height to hug him or how every time you hold hands it would fit so perfectly. Both of you were mean to be and you couldn’t be more happy for spending the rest of your days with him.

anonymous asked:

Wait, American here. What's happened? Why are we fighting with the Australians. Everyone knows not to fight with the Australians, they're our allies ffs. Oh god, he's going to start WW3.

G’DAY MATE LEMME SORT THAT OUT FOR YA. Scroll to the bottom for a TL;DR.

*Clears throat* #auspol, please correct me if I’m wrong on this, I’m just repeating what my mother told me and I’ve read absolutely nowhere about the Central American refugees thing, so let me know if I’ve totally cocked this one up.

Right. Before we get started, lemme tell you about Australia’s version of the Mexican Wall (detention centres! Human rights violations for everybody!), and how this relates to Trump throwing a tantrum on twitter and Malcolm Turnbull either being the most unimpressed politician ever or the biggest doormat ever, depending on who you ask.

See, the big issue in Australian politics (when it’s not the annual Leadership Spill) is the People On Boats.

Because of that whole “island nation” thing, we don’t have people fucking over here over the border because our border’s the fucking ocean, so they have to get on a goddamn boat to do it. To get on the boats, they pay people smugglers, go across a few countries, then get on more boats (possibly not in that order, I don’t know, I don’t have a bachelor’s degree in this), and then wind up here.

There’s a couple of problems with this, “AAAAAH BROWN PEOPLE!!!” from the racists in the peanut gallery notwithstanding:

Problem #1 – People smugglers know that those boats are one-way-trip only, so they give refugees the shittiest possible boats they can. Every now and then, one springs a leak earlier than intended. (Yes, “earlier than intended”, more on that in a tick.) So every now and then we’ll see on the news that the navy found an empty boat or one full of corpses or answered a distress call only to find no boat at all. Either way, refugees can and have died to get here – either as an accident, or as a tragic consequence of – 

Problem #2 – I don’t know the specifics, but the Australian navy, when it intercepts boats, is… I don’t know if they’re supposed to somehow turn the boats back, all I know is that they can’t let the refugees on board.

Unless the boat is in distress.

The solution to that? Blow a hole in the boat.

IDK if this still happens, or if this is just my Liberal mother filtering it, but what I’ve heard is that the only way the refugees can get rescued by the navy is if they’re in danger. So the refugees sabotage their own boat, and the navy has to rescue them.

As you can imagine, sometimes this doesn’t go as intended. Sometimes the navy’s too late, or someone slips – there’s families on board those shitty boats. People’s children have died.

Anyway, because of problem #1 and #2, there’s a real risk of people dying. Now, look, a lot of people who don’t want refugees here are just plain racist and could actually hardly care less about drowning refugees, and all of this could be solved by the navy just rescuing them anyway before the refugees are desperate enough to kick a hole in the hull, but fact of the matter is, there’s people profiting off the life savings of vulnerable people, greasing the wheels of corruption and putting people in danger, all the while promising that they’ll get settled in Australia if they remember to blow a hole in their own ship.

and then we stick them in a detention centre for years or more anyway.

So basically, all Australian politics ever talks about is Stopping the Boats (or not stopping the boats).

So somebody – IDK if this was the Lizard King or Turnbull’s idea, or even Obama’s. But at some point, Aussie politicians made a deal with Obama.

And, again, correct me if I’m wrong because the only source for this is my Liberal (as in, right-wing Liberal) mother, and I’m too lazy to google, and have heard nothing about this anywhere else, but – 

The idea is that we’d swap refugees. America gets our refugees, and we get Central American refugees. Two thousand, I think. I expect that’s just to start off with because I would’ve heard about it earlier if this was a thing that had been going on for a while. Either we end up with a few hundred extra refugees or it’s one for one, I don’t know, all I know is that it was two thousand on each side or less.

Anyway, this is win-win! 

  1. People smugglers (hopefully) get less business because it’s kind of bad for business if you tell your clients they’ll go to Straya and they wind up drawing a short straw and winding up in Murica instead. (Word gets around, refugees find this stuff out so the people smugglers could only bluff for so long.)
  2. People who are genuinely concerned about refugees not drowning are soothed because hopefully less refugees coming = less drownings.
  3. Closet racists have to deal with brown people anyway and have no choice but to shut the fuck up or out themselves as actual racists.
  4. People who are all for accepting refugees will be satisfied as the refugees get to go to a better life than the one they left behind anyway.
  5. Basically the Australian government probably thinks it’ll get some peace and fucking quiet from all sides, when in reality we’ll just move on to marriage equality.

Now, again, I don’t know if this is actually what it is or not. I live in a Liberal (ie Republican, not left wing like it means in the States) household. I’ve never even seen left wingers here talk about people smugglers so I don’t even know how much of that is or isn’t true.

Whatever it is, we were supposed to ship a bunch of refugees over to the States and then the Carrot’s ass got elected, started going on about banning muslims etc and Washington DC Canberra went, “Oh, fuck.”

So! Turnbull, our PM, called Trump or vice versa to chat about it.

Then Turnbull told Straya that the deal was going ahead and that he Stood Up For Australia during this phone call. 

Australia went, “umm…. sounds fake but ok” because we’re Australian, not stupid, we got more coverage about the last US election than we do about all our elections ever combined. We know perfectly damn well that you either stand up to Trump or you get your own way, not both.

Then the Washington Post leaked what actually happened on that phone call a few days ago and now the Australian media is losing its shit.

What happened?

Apparently Trump went on about his penis size inauguration crowds, pitched a fit about the deal and how he “intended” (note the wiggle room that word gives you) to follow through on the deal, called that phone call with Turnbull “the worst” phone call he’d had that day (yes, to Turnbull’s “face”), and then hung up on him 25 minutes in out of the hour that call was supposed to take.

The Washington Post leaked it a few days later, and the Australian media lost its shit.

And after the Washington Post leaked it, Trump (ETA: oops, fixed that error, it was definitely Trump!) complained publicly on twitter that the whole deal was “dumb” and implied he was gonna try get out of it.

Australian media lost its shit again.

Now, regardless of your opinions of Turnbull – I think the guy actually did stand up to Trump. (I shouldn’t have said that out loud on tumblr, that’s like the Australian equivalent of saying “well I heard Trump petted a dog once?”) He can be a bit of a people pleaser and seems to be pretty laid back rather than go-for-the-throat. Or so I’m guessing because political news has been a lot quieter since the Lizard King was deposed.

But look, first off, we’re fucking Australians. We despise rank, it’s in our blood, our ancestors were convicts who wanted (and frequently tried) to shank their British overlords. Ranks are formalities on paper that should stay on paper. You wouldn’t even dream of the President of the US making chitchat with, say, a garbage disposal man, but in Australia if we found out our PM didn’t treat one as his equal we’d lose our fucking minds at the politician’s arrogance. Unless the garbage person was brown, because at the end of the day, Australia is p damn racist. Even the biggest doormat of a PM would have their inner Australian chomping at the bit the second Trump so much as insinuated he was more important than them. 

And come on, even people who live under rocks just know how big Trump’s ego is and how long Trump can be expected to go before he insinuates someone is beneath him even a little bit.

Secondly, the American pro-Trump media is implying that Turnbull pissed Trump off because they spun it as “well, Trump’s other phone calls went fine!”

And thirdly, I really don’t think a manchild like Trump would hang up the phone on someone unless that person was acting with a sliver of self-respect. Like hell, Turnbull could breathe too loudly and Trump’d be offended.

But then, Turnbull might’ve stood up to him and still been a doormat by our standards, because he is not telling the media his side of the story. At all. Probably because he doesn’t want to piss off Pence whoever winds up in charge after Trump goes, because at the end of the day, sucking up to the States is a sport that’s even more popular than our annual leadership spills.

Also, Australians hate politicians in general, so we’d probably call Turnbull a doormat if he bought a plane ticket and pissed on Trump’s hair personally, so.

TL;DR – Washington Post leaked that Trump humiliated our PM over the phone and now Australia’s going “Oooooh, shots fired!”

Wish You Were Here (Part 8/?)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Your high school sweetheart moves back into town, and you reconnect for the first time since college.  You both have gone your separate ways, but a series of events places you back in each others lives.

A/n: Tagging is open!

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A month after your meeting with Brock and relationship change with Bucky, you were flying high.  Everything was going great, you were working a lot, helping more clients than ever and Nat and Steve were confident they had found something to break Brock’s case against you.  Bucky was just as perfect as you remembered. Life was good.

You made your way down the street to Maria’s, you were meeting Natasha for a coffee and quick chat before she gave you an update on the lawsuit.   You sit down at your favorite table and Maria greets you with a smile and brings you a cup of your usual order.  It wasn’t long before Nat arrived dressed in a smart all black pant suit.   Plopping down across from you, she smiles gratefully when Maria brings her a coffee.

Nat fixes you with a hard stare, “So how are things with Bucky?”  

You give her a smile and shrug, you can’t help but let your mind wander to all the wonderful times you have spent together. “Things are…Things are amazing.  It is like nothing has changed.”

Nat looked almost pained, “Y/n…You and Bucky are two different people now.  You can’t expect everything to be the same.  I just don’t want you to get too attached.”

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Sketchy Behaviors | PACOLLI (San Francisco,CA)

Working as a producer in MTV Brazil, self taught artist Patricia Colli (Pacolli) started out hand drawing her own calendars and silk screening her own shirts. Making her own way through a mostly male dominated São Paulo art scene, Pacolli’s natural creativity, unique eye for color and composition, and ear for the lyrical made her work stand out from the rest. Not only did her colorfully spastic, psychedelic, and angsty work catch our eye, but also her “go-getter” attitude and DIY ethic which permeates in everything she does: from silk screening her own gear, self publishing her zines, managing her online shop, High In The Bay to the recent opening of her new art space–Bendgy in Brazil.  We got to chat with this chill artist about her new space Bendgy, her artistic processes, and about the magic of zines.  

Photographs courtesy of the artist. 

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In my country, moral policing is a real thing. You could be arrested for kissing your heterosexual (imagine how afraid a gay person must feel) partner in public. There’s no legal justification for it, so technically such arrests are against the law. But it receives support from some elements of society because it claims to protect the innocence of, and cultural values of, society at large. Because it says kissing is ‘offensive’ behaviour. 

I know the spirit of moral policing. 

So having given you that context, I want to talk about something I’ve seen increasingly happen in fandom culture–particularly, I think, tumblr fandom culture. 

I’ve thought (and on occasion, even talked about), how I find tumblr a rather unfriendly, toxic website. It’s easy to be offended on tumblr. The slightest misstep from some kind of ultra-left, ultra-liberal ideology could get you in hot water with swarms of SJWs who bully, abuse, and intimidate, all to defend an idea of a “safe space”. (I’ll get back to this in a minute.)

I’ve started seeing the same behaviour creep into what was initially one of the most open online cultures: fandom. Suddenly, you can get in trouble for just about anything. Shipping high schoolers with high schoolers, writing age differences (even if they’re above the age of consent, like 19), I was once even called out in a review for having “too many heterosexual ships”, even though the main storyline involved two m|m ships. 

Fandom didn’t used to be like this. And I’ve been in fandom since I was 14, I remember what it was like. (I’m 22 now.) 

Look, I can’t provide a solution. Personally, I’d LOVE to see less incest/shota stuff on my feed, because I think that sort of thing is repulsive, and I shudder to think of the people who enjoy it. There is content out there that absolutely normalises and almost romanticises abuse and trauma, which is reprehensible. So on one hand, I understand and even support those who actively criticise such content creators.

So just…let me collect my thoughts for a minute, because I know that my inbox will be flooded with vitriol after I post this, so I want to get this right. 

I do not like how fandom has become a self-policing unit. 

Partly because I think it’s stupid. By calling out and abusing problematic content creators, you are giving them a bigger platform and audience than they previously had. You’re giving them more attention that they would have received in the first place. 

But more that that, I detest how fandom has become another place for us to watch where we step. People know me in the Hetalia fandom as a spamano writer. But now someone could very well argue that since I am neither Spanish nor Italian, me writing spamano is cultural appropriation. That in itself would signal the end of the Hetalia fandom, as the whole concept revolves around a bunch of personified countries, and writers don’t necessarily write about their own. (Aph India barely exists in canon anyway.) 

As a content creator, I now have to look at every angle to see if what I write can be construed in any way as problematic. I’ve discarded several fic ideas because I’m afraid someone will call me out on like, writing a High School AU. 

And you know what? That’s fine. I’m an experienced writer, and I know what’s happening in fandom right now is silly. I’ve more or less moved on from it, and my work now focuses on other stuff. 

But here’s the thing: fandom is a platform where inexperienced, young writers learn to write. 

They don’t necessarily realise how toxic fandom has become, and they don’t necessarily understand that most of this is ideologically motivated - to see who is The Most Liberal Of Them All. They make what antis consider “mistakes”, and will be bullied for it. Many of these young writers will then give up before they even start. 

Policing creativity is not how writing works. You do not encourage a young writer by saying, “create a story, but do not involve 124893204821 problematic elements. If you do, you’re a homophobic, racist, trasphobic pedophile.” 

Most of these kids will drop their pens and run for the hills. It’s scary enough when you’re trying something new. It’s utterly terrifying if there’s an angry mob at your doorstep, waiting for you to make a mistake. 

Tumblr has become unsafe. In its rabid search for safe spaces, it has become its own worst nightmare. People come here to feel comfortable, look at a few memes, write/draw stuff that inspires them. But fandom antis have turned every single piece of fandom content into a final judgement on people they do not even know. 

Like I said, I cannot offer a solution. I believe that content that glorifies or romanticises incest, pedophilia, and trauma are worrisome and there definitely should be an effort to reduce it. But for this we need an actual strategy and possibly even the help of the people behind AO3 and Fanfiction.net. By publicly calling out writers of such content, we are doing nothing but helping them get a wider audience. It’s self-defeating. 

But I also believe fandom is becoming an inhospitable place, particularly for young writers. Bear in mind that a lot of the stuff antis consider “problematic” are themes that some of the world’s greatest writers have written about. New writers need to have the freedom to explore their own voice, and allowed the chance to write about whatever they want without feeling attacked. 

Personally, I don’t care about fandom as much as I used to, and the opinions of antis do not worry me. But I am relatively old compared to fandom’s median age group, and have explored my craft as a writer beyond fanfic, enough to know that fanfiction is not the be-all and end-all of creative writing. I’m not as vulnerable to toxic antis policing my work, but younger writers–a fandom’s lifeblood–are. 

So for those of you who engage in fandom policing, look, I understand where you’re coming from. I’m not going to sit here and say that the work you’re doing is evil, because you’re acting from good intentions, and you want to make fandom safer, particularly for those who have been traumatised. But please consider that you’re probably doing more harm than good, and if you really want to make fandom a better place, you should come together and think of a formal strategy, possibly rope in the people who host fandom-centred websites, and come to a proper solution. Because bullying and calling out mostly good people, for writing what inspires them with no thought to what YOU think is “problematic” (by which I mean, high school AUs or whatever innocent tropes) make you the same as the moral police in my country. And if that is who you want to be, then I do not have any respect for what you stand for.