see the contrast between the two

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Here we see a nice parallel and contrast between the relationship between Hakoda and Sokka, and the relationship between Zuko and Ozai. 

We have a nice camera framing parallel between our two pairs (for the most part, I left out the lingering shot we get of Ozai after Zuko parts the curtains), with the way way Zuko and Sokka are shown parting the curtains. And immediately, we see how the show runners tried to contrast the atmosphere between these two scenes. 

In “The Guru” the atmosphere is welcoming and familiar. We see Hakoda planning with his generals, and Sokka smiles as he sees his father for the first time in two years. For a few moments, the nervousness he felt earlier vanishes and we get yourself a really nice, happy family reunion. 

In contrast, the way we see Zuko reunite with Ozai paints a much different picture. It’s dark, Zuko is nervous throughout the entire scene. and the way the camera focuses on Ozai, even when we see his face, paints Ozai as a far more unkind than his Water Tribe counterpart.

And, to top it all off, we later see how Zuko and Sokka’s insecurities play out, with Sokka being reassured by his father that he’s always bee proud of him, and Zuko feeling like he still needs to make sure he has his father’s approval. 

star crossed rivals

this post is not only about princess allura and prince lotor being foils, but also keith and acxa being set up as rivals season 3

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Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 2/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Depression, angst and fluff throughout the whole series, suicide attempt

A/N: Im so happy at how much support part 1 got?? Thankyou all so so so fucking much ily all also!! credit to @finn-got-tall for an idea in one of the scenes!! (I wont reveal which scene bc i want people to just read) but ty lovely

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Eddie and Richie blinked at each other, stunned to see one another in such a strange coincidence. Eddie still had his hand up, but Richie still hadn’t took it. Richie merely brought his hand up that held the cigarette, taking a drag and allowing the toxic waste to decay against his lungs. Eddie visibly cringed at the sight, but stayed silent; he only continued to watch in hope that Richie would somehow step down. Richie took away the small stick, blowing the smoke out slowly and staring at Eddie through his large obnoxious eye glasses.

“Why are you here, Eds?” Richie asked, as if a day hadn’t passed since they last talked.

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Some of my favorite Zodiac pairings

Not all signs included. Just a quick drabble of mine.

Virgo x Pisces: Okay, so I’ve got this huge weakness for opposite signs pairings but Virgo x Pisces holds a special place in my heart. Pisces goes with the flow, and Virgo likes to plan things out. Pisces is a dreamer, while Virgo is an analyst. They have so much to teach one another and if they can put their differneces aside, or tolerate them, their relationship is tender, loving and incredibly fulfilling.

Aries x Gemini: These two are all about the action and the fun. They have such an easy understanding between the two of them and everything seems to come natural to them. Aries is passionate and brash, Gemini is an intellectual and sure to keep their easily bored partner interested, and I just love this little contrast between them. Also, the sex is crazy. 

Leo x Sagittarius: This is the couple everyone will be talking about. They both love being the center of attention and they both like giving lots of admiration to each other. They spark each other’s best sides that people don’t normally get to see all that often like for Sag a sense of security and confidence, and for Leo tenderness and trust. They’re also equally passionate and impulsive so they rarely misunderstand each others moves. Love this pairing.

Scorpio x Pisces: Oh my god, cuteness overload. Big bad mysterious Scorpio falls for dreamy, sweet Pisces. Both are emotionally intense water signs, so this is a relationship full of empathy and understanding. Scorpio is a very complex person and never fails to intrigue Pisces, who loves an intellectual challenge. These two are inseperable and really encourage on another to chase their dreams.

My Top 5 Reasons for Shipping Root and Shaw

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(Previously: Top 5 Root Moments/Top 5 Shaw Moments)

In no particular order: 

1. They have sizzling chemistry.  

Root and Shaw were never meant to happen, but the writers immediately noticed the chemistry between Amy and Sarah and decided to play into it. They organically crafted a slow-burn romance just for them, and it became integral to the main plot as well. 

2. Root and Shaw are fully realized, complex individuals.

It’s all too easy for shows to fall into the trap of reducing characters to love interests. POI, by contrast, never does that. Root and Shaw’s relationship is an important part of their characters but it’s not all there is to them. They are both highly competent women with other important dynamics too. Root is also a prophet and spearheads POI’s AI mytharc. Shaw is also a soldier and is constantly involved in saving numbers. They are both neurodivergent, and Root has a disability. Shaw is Persian, and POI honours her heritage on multiple occasions. There are so many facets to each of these women. Their relationship is the icing on the cake, giving them an added layer of depth.

3. Root and Shaw are the fundamental exceptions to each other’s rules/beliefs.

Root begins as a misanthrope who regards humans as “bad code.” With the Machine’s help, her view of humanity changes, and she begins to fall for Shaw. Society has continuously scorned Shaw, dismissing her as bad code because of her muted feelings; yet, she’s always chosen to try to protect people. She was a doctor, then a soldier then an ISA operative who killed terrorists. She goes through extensive lengths to protect Root and the team (e.g. biking across the state to save Root in 323, killing herself 7053 times in simulations rather than risking Root’s life). Shaw is a shining example to Root of good code. 

Shaw, meanwhile, insists several times that she doesn’t do relationships; however, she slowly but surely enters one with Root. Root respects Shaw’s boundaries and never asks more of Shaw than she can give. She’s content with the bare minimum – look at how her countenance brightened at the mere possibility of her and Shaw being together in 411: 

Root doesn’t demand that Shaw change, but Shaw still does in that she becomes more receptive to Root’s flirtations. Innuendo that would earn Root a characteristic “Shaw eyeroll” and an exaggerated huff in early seasons is now met with a grin in 510. Shaw might recoil at the idea of holding hands with Root in seasons 3 or 4, but she readily laces their fingers together in 510.

It’s endearing to me that these two lethal vigilantes who have tased/shot each other in the past are now so soft with each other.

4. Their love is unconditional and steadfast. 

Root and Shaw’s relationship is the only one on the show that fits the Machine’s definition of love: being seen. I’d like to draw a contrast between two instances of hand-holding (or “hand-holding” for the first one): 

This relationship begins with deception as Root tricks Shaw by pretending to be Veronica Sinclair and drags her to the chair to torture her. But then in 510, we are presented with a rare moment of openness, honesty and vulnerability between these two as they hold hands. Root is not hiding behind any identities here. She’s just Root. She’s telling Shaw with this gesture that she needs her, and Shaw reciprocates.  

We see perhaps the most blatant declaration of unconditional, unwavering love in 513. Root has always loved Shaw for exactly who she is – an arrow. While other people in Shaw’s life, such as the head of Shaw’s medical residency, have made her feel like there’s something wrong with her “because you don’t feel things the way other people do,” Root appreciates her and finds the beauty in her unique way of experiencing the world. To use Amy and Sarah’s words, this is true love. 

Reese/Jessica and Finch/Grace, on the other hand, aren’t nearly as healthy as Root/Shaw. As the Machine said, Jessica would have left Reese once she saw the darkness in him. Finch and Grace’s relationship is based heavily on lies. 

5. Their relationship is normalized.  

By “normalized,” I mean that no one fusses about Root and Shaw both being women. Coming-out stories are great, but it’s so refreshing to see Root and Shaw’s sexualities accepted in the show just as they are. Moreover, they get to be unabashedly explicit in their interactions. They allude numerous times to their kinks, they have kinky sex on screen, and the line “Oh there was plenty of sucking” is uttered between them. They are two women who just happen to fall in love in the middle of an AI war and find hope in the darkness, and every single team member recognizes the depth of their feelings for each other.

Heaven In Hiding

Summary: Nat decides that you’ve been single long enough and decides to set you up with the one and only Bucky Barnes. But what she doesn’t know, will make for an interesting turn of events

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (College-ish AU)

Word Count: 2223 words

Warnings: All fluff! Enjoy!!

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You hear her speak before you actually see her.

“Hey Y/N, you should try online dating.”

You shriek in shock, whipping your head around to see Natasha, millimetres away from your face. She laughs, grinning as she takes a step back.

“Nat, you damn near scared me to death! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You scold, crossing your arms tightly.

“C’mon, we’ve been trying to get you a date for a year now, the least you can do is try finding somebody by yourself.” She tells you, pulling her curly red hair into a ponytail

You snort, rolling your eyes. “What if I don’t want a boyfriend? Plus, my Tinder bio would be absolute shit.”

“Please?” She whines, dragging the word out as she grabs your shoulders and shakes them back and forth, “just give it one shot-“

“No.”

“Please?”

“I said no, Nat, now go away and scare, I dunno, Wanda,” You sigh, turning away as you plop yourself down on the couch.

“Fucking spoilsport.” She grumbles, furrowing her brows in deep concentration. She seems to be muttering something along the lines of, ‘who do we know is single, who do we know is single.’

Suddenly, she looks up and flashes a brilliant smile at you, which makes you really damn worried.

“Ya know what? I’m gonna try set you up with Pietro.” She claps her hands gleefully, and you groan in annoyance, shaking your head.

“No way am I dating Pietro!” You protest loudly, flicking through tv channels.  

“Yeah, my best friend cannot date my brother!” A faint cry comes from the other room, and you look pointedly to Nat. She huffs, sitting down next to you and stealing your blanket.

“Fine, I’ll choose somebody else.” She considers, and you should’ve known that she wouldn’t have given up so easily.

After a moment, she blurts out, “Oh my god, I know, I’m setting you up with Bucky.”

“Alright, you do that… wait… did you just say Bucky?!”

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Morning Surprise (Remus x Reader)

“Hi! I might’ve already sent this in and I’m terribly sorry if I’m repeating my self but could you do one with Remus where you stay the night in his dorm and when you wake up the boys find you and they are all like shook. :,) thank you! I love your writing by the way!!” this made me laugh out loud when I read it! hope you like it!

Saturday’s were usually spent with your boyfriend in the library or by the Black Lake, curled up with a book and content with each other’s company. Today was no ordinary Saturday, it was a Quidditch Saturday, which meant that you and Remus had to postpone your usual activities and go and support James since Gryffindor was playing against Ravenclaw.

“Hurry up, lovebirds!” Sirius exclaimed, a few steps ahead of Remus and you.

You’ve been dating Remus for a year now, and you both kept the PDA to a minimum, the marauders knew that and often teased you both, but little did they know that behind closed doors, Remus and you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

Remus rolled his eyes at Sirius, sending you an apologetic look.

“Sorry, we don’t take the dog out too often, we think he might get lost…” Remus whispered to you, and you laughed.

Soon you and the rest of the marauders were cheering James on, Gryffindor was winning by a landslide, and somehow Sirius had taken over as commentator half way through the match.

“Ms. Lillian Evans, if the handsome Chaser scores three consecutive goals, you have to go on date with him, it is the law. Dumbledore said so.” Sirius decreed into his enchanted wand, McGonagall stood from her seat and tried to pry the wand from his flailing arms.

“I’m so glad Sirius didn’t meddle with the two of us…” Remus uttered as you nodded in agreement. You witnessed as James scored three consecutive goals and how your roommate Lily was glaring at the boy, you could see that she was trying to fight off a growing smile on her face.

“Well bloody hell, Sirius does seem to have a future in matchmaking.” You said, pointing down at Lily, Remus shook his head in a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

It was no surprise when Gryffindor won, due to that Sirius and James announced that there would be a celebratory party tonight, (they would’ve thrown a part either way).

“What are the chances of us sneaking out of the party without being noticed by those two?” you asked Remus as you reluctantly made your way to the party.

“Just wait until they both had enough Firewhiskey, then we can go to my dorm and relax, there’s this new muggle book my mother sent me, I think you’ll like it.”

“Sounds perfect.” You said pecking his lips as you both joined the party.

It didn’t take long for Sirius and James to finish off a bottle of Firewhiskey, you nudge Remus and he stifled a laugh as he saw how James was drunkenly orchestrating a conga line.

“And that’s our cue to leave, love.” He said, chuckling at his friend’s failed attempts.

He led you up the boy’s dormitories, everyone was having fun so they didn’t see the two of you leaving.

He opened the door to his room which he shared with the rest of the marauders, you were always in awe of the contrast between Remus’s side of the room and the rest of the boys.

“I know what you’re thinking and I agree, they’re pigs.”

“Trewlaney better watch out because you might steal her job, your seeing eye just read my mind.” You joked, he chuckled as he walked towards his drawer, pulling out a jumper and a pair of boxers, handing them to you.

“I don’t think you’ll want to go back to a room full of tipsy girls later tonight and the guys will probably pass out in the common room.” He said as he handed the clothes to you so you could change into something comfortable. You beamed at him and thanked him, and headed towards the bathroom to change. You came out feeling extremely cozy, Remus was much taller than you so you basically swam in his jumper, it came down to your thighs.

“Well that’s not fair.” Remus said as he saw you wearing his clothes. You arched an eyebrow, confused.

“Now every time I wear that jumper I’ll know I won’t look as good as you do right now.” He said grinning, a bubbly laugh left your lips as you ran towards him, tackling him down to the bed.

“You’re so cheesy.” You mumbled as you buried your face in his chest.

“But you love me.”

“That I do.”

You both spent the rest of the night reading the astronomy book that his mother had sent him. Astronomy was your favorite subject, Remus liked it as well, and he loved seeing the way your face would light up as you looked at the pictures of the stars and constellations, and read about them.

Neither one of you realized when you fell asleep or if the rest of the boys came back.

Hours later, you were both woken up by a scream.

“BLOODY HELL, REMUS HAS A GIRL IN BED WITH HIM.” Sirius screeched.

“I’m pretty sure that’s Y/N…” Peter said.

“Keep your voice down you gits, I wanna study them more in their natural habitat.” James whispered.

“I can’t believe he did it, I didn’t think he had it in him.” He continued.

“Our little boy is all grown up.” Sirius sniffled.

You were woken up by Sirius’s scream but decided it was better if you feigned sleep, hoping that they would go away soon. Remus began stirring next to you.

“No PDA my ass, guess his wolf side won last night, huh?”

“Sirius Orion Black, if you don’t stop it with the crude comments I’ll make sure that you never procreate.” Remus snarled, his eyes still closed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“My dear, dear, Remus, how do you possibly expect for us to remain calm when we found you two in such a compromised position?” Sirius quipped back, smirking.

“Oh shut up Pads, nothing happened, we just fell asleep.” You said, enunciating the word sleep.

“OH Y/N, I SURE HOPE HE TREATED YOU RIGHT!”

“SIRIUS, GET OFF HER.” Remus exclaimed when Sirius dramatically threw himself at you.

You were trying your hardest not to laugh because if you did they would continue and you were not going to encourage them, you could see Remus trying hard not to as well. Who knew that the rest of the marauders would make such a big deal about you spending the night in their room.

“Does that mean Y/N is our mummy now?”

“JAMES, FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM NOT YOUR FATHER DURING THE SCHOOL TERM.”

After ten minutes of nonstop teasing, they finally left you and Remus alone as they went down for breakfast.

“They are way too chipper considering they probably have a raging hangover.”

“I’m pretty sure the opportunity of teasing us gave them the strength they needed.” Remus sighed.

“If I lock the door, they would just knock it down with Peter or something…how about we get dressed and head to the lake for a bit?” you asked him, sitting up.

“But I’m comfy…” Remus whined, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back onto his chest, burrowing his head on your hair.  

“Okay, okay! You win, but just until they come back, I don’t think I have any patience left for their teasing.”

“Agreed.” Remus sealed the deal with a kiss that left you breathless.

Luckily the boys found Filch on their way back and he interrogated them for a full hour about the loud noises that were coming from the Gryffindor common room the night before. You and Remus enjoyed a full hour of peace and quiet before they came barreling in, goofy grins on their faces when they saw you and Remus intertwine, sleeping peacefully.

“I guess the shock wears off the second time around.” Sirius mumbled, James nodded from besides him.

earnestly yours | pjm

summary: it doesn’t matter if you and park jimin hate each other’s guts, because you will always get cast opposite each other for the school’s drama productions, and you will always have to kiss.
{enemies to lovers!au, high school!au, actor!au}
pairing: jimin x female reader
word count: 8k
genre: fluff
warnings: none!
a/n: god was this an impulse write. i actually got the inspiration for this because i hang out with all of the drama kids in school. the play that they’re performing is the importance of being earnest by oscar wilde, and the piece used for the reader’s audition is from all’s well that end’s well by willy shakes. 

Park Jimin and you have a… rich history, most might say. One that extends far past the most recent years of your life, down to the beginning of your schooling when the two of you were competing for the role of Peter Pan in your kindergarten play. Both of you were adamant about playing the role, but it sort of goes without saying that the part went to him because ugh, the patriarchy.

Ever since then, things have always been a little tense between the two of you.

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UNDER THE CLOAK (M)

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: smut / harry potter au

word count: 7,741

description: Gryffindor’s star seeker is in danger of being disqualified from participating in their upcoming match against Slytherin due to his less than stellar grade in potions. You’re forced into tutoring him… however you didn’t know that would entail the two of you being at the library, after hours, underneath an invisibility cloak, where you quickly learn that quidditch isn’t the only thing Kim Taehyung excels in.  

You felt yourself racing down the corridors as the thoughts of today’s lesson fueled the excitement in your steps. Professor Snape was going to be showing your class how to concoct wolfsbane potion. The thought of being able to reduce the madness that comes along with lycanthropy pumping excitement throughout your entire body—which in hindsight is probably how you managed to run smackdab into the wolf himself; Kim Taehyung.

Your vision flicked upwards, locking onto the obvious smirk of his lips as his hands made their way to your sides as he steadied your body. You immediately roll your eyes as you throw away any attempt at the fake apology you were going to issue him. You swiftly grab his arms, yanking them from your sides, before shooting him a venomous glare.

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Some babies from a current Silvermane litter :) Painfully cute and only three weeks old!

Silvermane Fun Facts:

It’s a relatively new variety - first discovered by Squeaks and Nibbles in 2012

Silvermane can show up as early as 3 weeks old but can show as late as 7 weeks. These babies are 3 weeks old so we have some very early bloomers :)

Baby rats are near impossible to photograph - they got places to be and things to do so forgive the less than perfect focus in some of these. Each photo has more info :)

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totally late for the party xD but just wanted to appreciate how preciously perfect and adorable this shot of Betty & Jughead are together at Poptates, especially since these two have no concept of personal space whatsoever, even when they were just platonic friends! *heart eyes* Look at her arms wrapped over his knees that’s propped up on the booth chair…. she’s just a shy away from sitting on his lap xD…..with his arms draped behind her as usual. They look so happy and blissful side by side and have to say, they are such a perfect fit for each other, physically, intellectually and emotionally that it’s hard to imagine them with any other people after this. 

Regardless of how Bughead will end up or their fates after the season finale, the level of development these two characters have undergone since the first episode is tremendous, especially the progression of their relationship with each other. The fact that they didn’t even have any interactions with each other in the first episode, and then when they first lay their eyes on each other in that second episode at Poptates….it was such an iconic heart eyes inducing moment the way his eyes & face light up like he’s found his angel….truly makes the audience (or at least me xD) feel like they are soulmates who’ve finally found each other, two contrasting personalities that need each other to be whole. They simply belong together and it’ll be such a waste after all that development…for something to tear them apart…. but then again, this is a tv show and what’s a relationship without some angst and drama ey? 

Plus, even if something happens between them to break them apart, the fun of shipping is seeing the possibilities of them finding each other again knowing that they truly belong together. It’s amazing how far they’ve come….from the point when Jughead lamented how he’s the invisible one in the booth eventho there’s four of them, saying that Archie is the luckiest redheaded guy in the universe, which then, we didn’t realise that he’s actually giving us an insight to his feelings that he could’ve been holding a torch for Betty all these years….(especially when he released that huge sigh of relief and contentment after he kissed her in her room..like he finally had the guts to do something about it)..….and wanting some of that attention which Betty has always given to Archie……to finally feeling that he belonged with them and that he actually got his girl, the happiness that he’s been secretly craving for…. Seriously. Betty & Jughead’s relationship on Riverdale has been such a surreal dream come true….especially for those of us who have been rooting for them for years in the comics…be it as platonic friends or more…as long as it makes them happy. <333 Sorry for the longass post. 

GoT S07E01 Thoughts

I don’t know if this will be a regular occurrence, but for the first episode, I’m going to be laying out my thoughts about the premiere in what will probably be a lengthy post that’s half gibberish and half maybe something substantial. Undoubtedly, not eloquent. These are just thoughts and nothing more that I’ve jotted down while watching and am now about to elaborate on. 

Let’s begin with what has to be one of the most epic intros in Game of Thrones ever. No, I don’t want to hear your counter. You will not sway me on this. I don’t care, mate, because this scene was bloody awesome. The minute Filch Walder Frey’s face popped up, I knew it was Arya and I knew shit was about to go down. Now nobler humans might be like ‘Oh, Arya is going down a dark path; this is bad’ but her gathering all of the Freys in one room was poetic justice. What they did at the Red Wedding warranted retaliation and this has been a long time coming. 

It was beautiful the way it happened too – a dark sadistic glee washed over you as you watch a room full of men choke on their drinks as Arya stands there telling them they should’ve killed all the Starks, and “leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe.” 

Look, people really hated that line prior to the premiere, but in context, it was wonderful, it was justified, it was so unbelievably satisfying. Then when Arya goes, “tell them the North remembers; tell them Winter came for House Frey”, you bet I got goosebumps. Like I’ve said time and time again, ‘Winter is Coming’ is not just a warning, but it’s a battle cry for the Starks. This is their season. When the world dies, the lands become barren and the knights of Summer struggle to survive, the North prevails, and the Starks are at the helm of this changing tide. It’s their time now, and beginning it with Arya avenging the loss of her family is a truly poignant way to set the tone for the rest of the season. Yes, we’ll see Cersei and Dany duking it out, but at the end of the day, this is about the Starks. 

The next thing I jotted down was ‘zombie giants’, which is just to say that: holy shit, there are zombie giants! Seeing the sheer number of White Walkers, it makes you realise how utterly inconsequential Cersei and Dany’s fight for the Iron Throne is. There won’t be a kingdom to govern when those icy bastards get past the Wall, and believe you me, they will eventually. No matter what anyone says, that Wall is coming down probably at the end of this season. 

Seeing Dolorous Edd as Lord Commander gave me goosebumps as well. I adore him; I love him, and I swear to god if he dies, I will kick someone’s ass, so he’s probably going to die. But him meeting Bran and Meera made my heart race. They are so close to Winterfell and we’re so close to another Stark reunion. Also, hey Bran, I know the world is ending but cheer up, pal. 

Now we get to the highly talked about scene with Jon and the Northern houses. First of all, I felt so euphoric when Jon told the North that they would need every man and woman, boy and girl fighting in this battle. Even more so when Lyanna spoke up and basically told the men in the room to shut up about it. Her “I don’t need your permission to defend the North!” speech was seriously my top five favourite moments of the episode. The look of pride on Brienne’s face as well. I wonder, however, if this means Sansa might learn how to fight? I don’t see it. She’s a diplomat, a politician, but she should know some self-defence. Jon should teach her. Late at night. Alone. Some flirty teaching…. I’m getting sidetracked. 

Speaking of Jon and Sansa though, can I just say to that redditor who apparently saw the first episode: ‘Hey buddy, you were wrong! And if you interpreted that scene as Jon putting Sansa in her place then you really are a sexist creep.’ Because while yes, Sansa does argue with Jon in public and Jon does tell her his word is final, he in no way puts her in her place. And there is no moment where the other Houses laugh at her. In fact, going by the murmurs of agreement, quite a large amount of lords and ladies wanted Jon to give Umber and Karstark lands to the houses who didn’t fight for Ramsay. 

I also want to clarify something here before anti’s get all up in arms about this scene (not that I think any of them follow me or stalk my blog but if you do: hi, how are ya?). While I do agree with Jon’s decision, in the end, I also understand Sansa’s opinion on the matter. If I had gone through what she had under the ministrations of Ramsay and knew that these Houses who have sworn up and down in the past to fight for the Starks sided with him, I’d be furious. There wouldn’t be a damn thing anyone could say to me to get me to forgive their indifference and compliance in the trauma I went through. Sansa has every right to want to strip the Umbers and Karstarks of their land. I can even understand being angry with Jon for not understanding this, but here’s the thing, she wasn’t.

Immediately after this extremely public argument, it cuts to a scene of Jon and Sansa talking about it. They didn’t fight, let the emotions fester and build up resentment. No, Jon and Sansa talked it out. He told her not to undermine him in public and she told him a king needed to be questioned lest he ends up like Joffrey. Then when he asks her if she thinks he’s like Joffrey, her eyes lose that fight and there’s fondness in it, as she tells him firmly that he is the furthest man from Joffrey she had ever known. Although they’re arguing and disagreeing on important political decisions, there’s fondness and trust and respect in the way they talk to each other. 

What I find interesting is that after Jon and Sansa’s scene, they cut straight away to Jaime and Cersei. Two pair of (sort of) siblings and yet two vastly different relationships. The placement of these two scenes is no coincidence. The two relationships act as literary foils for one another. Both are fighting and arguing, but in contrast, Jaime and Cersei are clearly on very different paths from one another. There’s wariness, disbelief, and disappointment in the way Jaime looks at Cersei; and she is so consumed with her grief, anger, power, she can’t see that he is questioning her very right to be on the throne. They are shot as two opposing figures circling each other with lots of space in between them. On the other hand, Jon and Sansa were shot close together, always within inches from another, with dimmer lighting, and more physicality (ie. Sansa touching his arm to assure him and let him know she may argue but she is on his side). 

Don’t dismiss the sequence of these scenes. Nothing in this show is a coincidence. 

Moving on, I love Sam and I am so excited to see him again, but dear lord, that was the most disgusting series of shots ever. I felt physically ill. Please never again. But I wonder if he discovers the dragon glass at Dragonstone this early in the season, what else will he uncover in the Citadel? There’s definitely more in store for Sam’s storyline and I wonder if it might be something to do with R+L=J. People have theorised about Sam confirming it somehow. We’ll see, I guess.

Nothing really of substance to say about the Brienne, Podrick and Tormund scene, but it made me laugh out loud. Tormund is the physical embodiment of the heart eyes emoji. And his “you’re a lucky man” to Podrick when he gets knocked down by Brienne was such great comedic timing and brilliantly hilarious. 

I wish I could play this next scene on a loop. Sansa telling Littlefinger off has to be the greatest ‘screw you’ to all the people clambering for StarkBowl just because they don’t like Sansa. I love when she says to him, and I’m paraphrasing here, “you don’t have to get the last word. I’m sure it’s probably something clever” and just dismisses him like he’s nothing, which he is. It was so queenly, so regal and so cutting. It was exactly like Sansa. She may not have a sword, but her tongue is sharp enough to wound. 

The biggest surprise of the episode was seeing bloody Ed Sheeran. When we heard the singing, I said that whoever that was had a great voice, and low and behold, it’s bloody Ed. I knew there was a huge musical guest star but this totally surprised me. I love this scene though. Arya’s always been on a very rigid path for vengeance. Those who serve the Lannisters are in the wrong and there’s no grey area about it, but you can see her sitting there listening to these men caught in someone else’s war longing to be home with their fathers, wives, daughters, etc. and realise that they are victims of this war just like everyone else. I wonder how that’ll change (if it does at all) Arya’s journey towards vengeance because truth be told, I am worried about her this season. Next on her list is Cersei, but we all know Cersei will either die by the hand of Jaime or by Tyrion (probably Jaime), so where will that leave Arya? Will she give up her quest and head home to Winterfell? Or will she die trying? 

You know what? I do like the Hound. I like his redemption arc. And although I don’t believe it makes up for all the bad shit he did prior to it, I am intrigued to see where he goes from here. Also, this line is hilarious: “it’s my luck I’d end up with a band of fire lovers.” 

Now, what I’m about to say people might nitpick with me being an anti-Dany person, but honestly, I’m not. I just thought the whole Dragonstone sequence was incredibly boring. It was exciting the first thirty seconds, but it dragged on for so long. Then when she stands at the table and says, “shall we begin?” it was just so anticlimactic. It was the dullest part of the episode and I’m hoping it gets more interesting for her soon. Actually, no doubt it will be considering this is her make or break moment, but let’s be honest, that sequence was way too long. 

Anyway, I’m done. Those are my thoughts. Let me know what you guys think!

nonidol!bts

author’s note: i know the word civilian makes it seem like they’re background characters in the marvel universe or some shit but i don’t know else to describe it rip (ps: some of these are inspired by the dope vid, other’s are just for fun). these are all so long i’m so sorry i got carried away if i had the time and motivation to make all of these full length 6k word fics, i would buuuuut i don’t so, do what you will with these, instead~~ feedback is always appreciated, and requests are still open!
disclaimer: all gifs are credited under each boy’s name as cr., none of the gifs used here are my own; they are cropped for uniformity and easy reading


KIM SEOKJIN
doctor • cr.

“Jin, I have the flu, not tuberculosis,” you whine for the umpteenth time today. And for the umpteenth time today, Jin simply shakes his head and shoves two pills into your hands.

“Your fever is finally going down, but it’s still over 100,” he frowns, “Take the ibuprofen and I’ll get you some more soup.”

“You can call it Advil, you don’t have to go all Dr. Kim on me,” you joke.

“Sorry. Force of habit.”

The seriousness in his tone causes you to frown. He’s been like this all day, and for the life of you, you can’t figure out why. It’s just the flu, you think, nothing drastic or life threatening. If you were single, you’d have to fend for yourself and you were far capable of doing so. But anytime you so much as hinted at a minor immune system invasion, Jin was on you faster than you could blink.

He comes back into your bedroom with soup, as promised, more pillows. He adjusts the already overflowing pillows in your bed, and places the new ones under your feet. He hands you the soup and quietly tells you to eat, whilst placing the back of his palm on your neck to check for swelling.

Kim Seokjin is a warm man; he’s your bubbly, friendly, dad-joke-telling, loud, singing-in-the-shower boyfriend who goes on nonstop about his pretty face and who begs for kisses in the comfort on your home. But Dr. Kim is a stoic man; professional, efficient, and concerned only with the safety and health of his patients and staff.

Most would think that having a doctor as a boyfriend would be convenient in times like this—and it was, for the most part—Jin usually ensured that you were happy and healthy. But right now, you weren’t dealing with Jin; you were dealing with the very stern doctor within him, and he only became that person at home when he couldn’t shake off something from work.

You place the soup on the nightstand and sit up before Jin can protest. “Jinnie, what’s wrong?”

Jin opens his mouth to speak, but once he sees the look in your eyes, he knows better than to try and lie to you.

“Even with that fever, you’re still sharp as a tack,” he smiles softly and sighs, “One of my patients died on the table yesterday. It was all a matter of timing—if we had gotten him into the ambulance earlier and I had gotten to the operating room just a bit faster, maybe we could have saved him.”

He looks up at you and takes your hand in his, “And then I came home to you being ill and I couldn’t help but think that if I had better timing when I took you out, maybe we could have avoided the rain and possible food poising and you wouldn’t be sick right now.”

“Jin—”

He brings your hand to his lips, and kisses it gently, “I know I’m over thinking everything but, I feel like a little piece of me goes every time I lose a patient. And you—if I ever lost you,” he pauses, “I don’t know what I’d do without myself.”

You shake your head and lace your fingers with his, “I’m not going anywhere, Jin. I promise.”

“Good,” he tightens his grip, “Me neither.”

After a few moments, he gets up, “Now, don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t take those pills before. Open up, missy.”

MIN YOONGI
police captain • cr.

“Yoongi-hyung, Hoseok is here.”

“Tell me something new, Jeon,” Yoongi sighs, looking up from the paperwork. Jungkook hands Yoongi a yellow slip of paper, then bows shyly before leaving his office.

Yoongi shouldn’t be surprised at this point. Hobi practically keeps the police station open with the amount of traffic violations and underground shit he brings in here. Yoongi ought to let the rookies write him up this time.

Besides, that rascal’s case is bound to be more interesting than the phone taps he has to read over, so he leaves his desk in favor of greeting Hoseok for the umpteenth time this month—if you can call it that considering it is a police station and Hoseok most likely is here under arrest.

“Alright, Hoseok,” Yoongi’s voice is monotonous and routine, “What is it this time? Spray painting a government building? Speeding? Noise compl—”

“Actually, Captain, I brought something for you this time.”

With a raised eyebrow, Yoongi lifts his head, surprised to see you standing next to Hoseok with a lunch bag in hand.

“Y/N? What—did you come with him?” Assuming the worst, Yoongi’s hand flies to the baton strapped around his waist. Yoongi may be (begrudgingly) fond of Hoseok, but if he’d touched you, he could say hello to house arrest.

“Woah, slow down there, big boy. I saw this one on her way to bring you kiddie meal, so I thought I’d be a nice guy and give her a ride.”

Yoongi flashes between Hoseok’s sly grin and your bright smile. The contrast between the two of you is almost comical; you’re dressed cutely and comfortably, with a homemade meal in your hand while Hoseok sports overly ripped jeans, a dark shirt, a leather jacket to match, and nurses his McDonald’s fries in his left hand.

Once Yoongi rules that Hoseok is in fact telling the truth and that you have no signs of foul play or kidnapping printed on your body, he relaxes a bit.

“It’s true. Hobi saw me on the way here and offered me a ride,” you smile.

“And you willingly got in a car with this delinquent?” Yoongi questions.

“Yah! I’m a good driver, Min!”

“He calls everyone a delinquent,” you wave away his words, “I thought the two of you were friends, no?”

“Yes.” “Absolutely not.” The two answer at the same time.

You chuckle and walk forward to hand Yoongi his lunch. His dark bangs graze over his eyelashes as he leans down to look at you and accept the bag. There’s no peck—you know better than to try that while Yoongi’s at work, although his coworkers know just how ridiculously in love he is with you anyway—but he does give you a soft smile, an even softer thank you. But because Yoongi’s feeling brave today, and Hoseok’s presence proves to be more provoking than usual, he kisses you on the cheek for good measure.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Yoongi nods before you turn to walk out of the station.

“Hey, want a ride?” Hobi quips, keys already dangling. He walks towards you before he’s stopped, choking on the collar of his shirt as Yoongi pulls on it from behind.

“Over my dead body,” Yoongi grunts, dragging him into his office, “Let’s go, Hoseok, you still owe me three parking tickets and an explanation as to why you think you’re now my girlfriend’s personal chauffeur.”

JUNG HOSEOK
street racer • cr.

“Hobi, I am not getting on that thing!”

Hobi pouts and attempts to grab you hand, which you pull away quickly. “Baby, come onnnnn. It’s completely safe!”

“Don’t you “baby” me right now, Hoseok. Don’t you need some kind of special license to drive that?”

“No, baby. Come on, it’ll be fun! I thought you wanted to try new things?”

“I meant like taking a cooking class, or learning a language, or traveling to new places—”

“This technically is traveling,” Hobi interjects, only to be silenced by your glaring.

You cross you arms and continue to shoot daggers at your boyfriend across the garage. He’s unbelievable. He’s the only man you know who’s three parking tickets deep and one write up away from points on his license who would still insist on toying with the law (and the city’s unnerving police chief). He’s the only man you know who has three different cars (“well you can’t just drift in any old Audi, sweetheart”) and would still go out and buy a motorcycle. And he’s the only man you know that would try to convince you to get on said motorcycle.

“No, Hobi.” Last time he took you on a ride he insisted would be fun, you swear you got whiplash and lost hearing in your left ear for a week.

Hobi’s a good driver, there’s no denying that. He certainly knew how to handle any car on any road (and it was quite attractive, if you were being honest, the way he would concentrate when taking a turn, or the way he would stick his tongue out and wink at you before cranking up the acceleration, and even the way he came home from time to time with grease stains from fixing up something with Namjoon); but you knew Hobi to be good at driving cars, not the two wheeled death machines people called motorcycles.

“Baby,” Hobi walks over, wrapping his hands around you from behind. He kisses the back of your neck then nestles his head into the crook, “I would never let you get hurt, you know that, right?”

“I know, Hobi.”

“And you know I’m always safe.”

“Yes, I know, Hobi.”

Hobi gently spins you around so that you’re facing him. “And you know you look really hot in my leather jacket, right?”

“Hoseok!”

“What? It’s the truth,” he grins, “Come on, let’s get a helmet on you.”

KIM NAMJOON
mechanic/engineer • cr.

“No, baby, you have to turn it clockwise, like this,” Namjoon crouches down behind you and adjusts your grip on the wrench.

You can feel Namjoon’s short breaths on your neck as his body molds into your yours whilst he fixes your mistakes. You crane your head slightly, getting the perfect view of his side profile. God, your boyfriend is hot. And oblivious.

“You got it now, baby?” He asks, standing up to hover over you.

You nod mindlessly, more focused on the way his jumpsuit fits him in all the right places; the way the edges of his hair stick to his face with sweat; the way his scarred, blackened hands look once he slips off his gloves.

Namjoon had to be the smartest person you know. Smart enough to rewire the heating/cooling system in your house to be more efficient. Smart enough to do the most complicated of math equations in his head in seconds. Smart enough to build you an entire car if you wanted him too. But goddamn, he was dumb when he wanted to be.

Like right now, for instance. You had absolutely no reason to come over to Joon’s garage and ask him to how change a tire. You couldn’t name one time in your life where you’d actually need to change a tire, or care to know how. You just wanted your boyfriend to bend you over the hood of a car. But clearly, that would be harder than you’d imagined.

“Hey, Joon, can you show me how to check the oil?”

“Sure, baby,” he smiles. You’re going to fucking lose it if he calls you that one more time.

With ease, he pops the hood of your car and bends over to the unscrew the oil cap. He begins to explain to you how to check for low levels and how to put new oil in, but once again, everything he’s saying is going over your head, and your mind is instead filled with images of your shirtless boyfriend.

When turns around to get more engine oil from his desk, you’ve decided you’ve had enough of his lessons. You grab the sleeve of his jumpsuit and force him to face you. “Joon, you know I love you, but I couldn’t give less of a fuck about any of this car shit.”

Namjoon’s eyes become as big as saucers and his eyebrows scrunch in confusion, even as your hands find their way to the nape of his neck. “Then why’d you ask—”

“Are you dumb, or are you dumb? Namjoon, all I want is for you to take me on the hood of one these cars.”

When he finally understands your motives, his signature smirk grows on his face. He reaches into his pocket, brings out a small remote, and presses the green button on top. You hear the garage door begin to close as his hands rest on your hips.

“You should have just said so, baby.”

PARK JIMIN
ceo • cr.

“Chim? Are you okay?”

Your boyfriend doesn’t even spare you a glance, simply nodding and sipping on more of his over priced champagne.

“Alright, let’s try this again,” you say, turning to Jimin as much as you can in your seat and as much as your dress will allow. You gently grab his face and force him to face you, “What’s wrong, Jimin?”

For some reason, your usually confident boyfriend is a nervous wreck. He’s a people person; people love him—and what’s not to love? Between his handsome face, celebrity-status hair, sweet soul, and charming smile, there really is no reason not to like Park Jimin.

Park Jimin, however, doesn’t seem to understand that, despite him being South Korea’s most successful CEO under twenty-five, your constant reminders, and it being one of the most basic facts of the universe.

“You know me so well,” he says with a soft smile.

“Well, I would hope so, we are dating,” you tease.

Jimin smiles and laces your hands under the table. “I’m nervous.”

“Nervous?” Jimin nods again, and licks his lips, to which you squeeze his hand for reassurance, “Hey, it’s just like any other of your presentations. You’re gonna knock these snobby motherfuckers right off their feet.”

Jimin smiles, big and real this time, and hangs his head while chuckling. “I’m not nervous about that, baby.”

“Then what?”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing if it’s got you shaking under the table, Park Jimin.”

He blushes, having been caught. “It’s just… I’ve been thinking about asking someone to make a really big merger with the company for some time now. I was going to ask them tonight, but,—”

“You’re nervous?” you finish for him. When he nods, you grip his hand a little tighter. “Jimin, they’d be stupid to say no, okay?”

“You think so?” he searches your face desperately for an affirmative, relief washing over his face when you nod in return.

“I mean, I don’t know a lot about business, I can’t imagine someone being stupid enough to reject the opportunity to merge companies with Park Jimin. I certainly wouldn’t turn that down.”

“You really think they’d be stupid to say no?”

“Absolutely idiotic.”

He looks at you for little, with that beautiful smile and that never-ending support of yours, and thinks to himself, that yeah, he’s going to do this tonight. Because he’ll be damned if he has to spend one more day living in uncertainty.

“Okay,” Jimin says.

He gently unlaces your fingers, pushes his chair back and finally, finally does the one thing he’s been waiting to do for three months now; he gets on one knee and pulls out a little, velvety box from his back pocket.

When he looks up, he sees the shock in your expression and the tears already forming at the corners of your eyes. But it was the good kind of shock, and if he knew you as well you knew him, those were happy tears. So he doesn’t fret, doesn’t shy away, and smiles instead. He pays no attention to the crowd forming; it’s just the two of you in the room as he takes your left hand in his right, and holds the open ring box in the other.

“Hey,” he smiles quietly, “Don’t say anything stupid when I ask you, okay?”

KIM TAEHYUNG
firefighter • cr.

“Jin, I love you, but if you tell me to calm down one more time, I’m going to fucking castrate you.”

Jin sighs, backs away from you slightly, but still keeps a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Hey, this is, Tae, we’re talking about,” he reminds you, “He’ll be fine.”

His words are pretty and comforting and extremely hard to believe given the chaos burning in front of your eyes. But this is Tae, you’re talking about; and that’s what worries you the most.

There are at least three ambulances on the scene, treating family members for smoke inhalation and minor burns; all the neighbors have come outside, pajama-clad and all to assist in (and gossip) in any way that they can; Yoongi is busy controlling the crowd of reporters on the scene; and the once adorable cream-painted two story house that you drove by every day was crumbling before you.

To your left, you see Mingyu and Seokmin being ushered towards EMS. There were part of Tae’s team, so where the fuck was Tae.

“Said he had to do one last check, had something else to find,” Seokmin explains to you.

From the looks of the house, there didn’t seem to be much left to find, you think. You watch as the left side of the house starts to completely collapse into itself. Jin tries to hold you back at the guys in the fire truck move into action.

“Jin, let me go! Where is he?!”

“(Y/N), you have to calm down, I promise you—”

“You can’t fucking promise me anything!” you cry, “It’s not your husband that’s stuck in a crumbling house, for fucks sake! Somebody has to help him, he could be buried under rubble or something, we can’t just—”

Jin suddenly spins your body around, and a plethora of emotions swarms over you, most prominently, relief; but concern is a close second.

Because there’s Taehyung, your Taehyung, covered in ash, heaving heavily, limping slightly, but smiling through it all, as he sets an equally ash-covered puppy down on the concrete to be taken care of by EMS.

You can’t stop the tears from welling as when you run to hug him and he flashes that boxy, dust-covered smile admits all the smoke and ash and chaos surrounding you—when you finally, finally know that he’s okay, that everything is going to be okay.

“I’m so fucking happy you’re okay,” you whisper, as if your words could hurt him if they were any louder.

“I told you I’d always come back to you, right?” Tae squeezes you closer, ignoring the pain that shoots through his body. When he feels the desperate nod of your head he kisses your hair gently.

“Besides,” he pulls you away, while wiping your tears, “I’d have to be a monster to let a puppy die in a fire.”

JEON JUNGKOOK
police officer • cr.

“Aw, come on, why not?” Jungkook whines, following you around your shared apartment like a lost puppy as you try your best to ignore is absurd ideas.

“Because, Jungkook, those are police-issued handcuffs! Do you even have a key for them, on you?”

“Um, yes? I think so, let me go—”

“Jungkook!”

If Jungkook really thought he was going to get you to agree to him handcuffing you to your bed using police-grade handcuffs, he had another thing coming. This has to be the most fucked up of all of his cop related fantasies.

“It’d be hot!”

“I don’t think having to call Yoongi to uncuff me from our bed after we’ve just had sex fits into my definition of ‘hot,’” you retort.

“What, you don’t think threesomes are hot? Because I kinda—”

“Jeon Jungkook!” you take to hitting him with the closets object within your reach, which happen to be a pillow from the couch. “This is not the time to get kinky!”

“Um, yes it is,” he hops over the couch, “This is, like, the perfect time to get kinky.”

Jungkook grabs your wrist and pulls your body on top of his so that you’re fixed in his lap with his arms around you. He’s got that same shit-eating grin on his face, and that same cute crinkle around his nose.

“So, what I’m hearing is that if I were to buy fake, plastic, baby handcuffs, you’d let me tie you to the bed?”

“Jungk—”

“It’s a yes or no question, baby.”

“Is this how you interrogate people at the station?”

“I usually don’t have them sit on my lap and I’m usually not asking them about their preferred method of handcuffing, but yeah, pretty much.”

“You call them ‘baby?’”

“Well somebody has to be the good cop, right?”

“Hm, are you saying, Yoongi isn’t the good cop?”

“Yoongi-hyung is definition of—hey, hey! You’re distracting me!” Jungkook exclaims, tightening his grip on your waist, and tickling you as punishment.

“Alright! Alright!” you beg for mercy as Jungkook continues to ruthlessly attack your sides.

“Not until you say ‘Jeon Jungkook is the sexist cop in Seoul.’”

“What are you, twelve? I’m not—” but Jungkook doesn’t give you the opportunity to finish, and continues to tickle you.

“I’m going to murder you, Jeon Jungkook,” you claim instead. Jungkook finally lets up, and just when you think he’s done imparting his idiocy on you for the day, he opens his mouth to speak again.

“Threatening a cop? You know, that’s technically, a crime, babe. I might have to use those handcuffs for real.”

3

Some overwatch characters. 

I’ve got requests to draw these characters together. I just fell in love with the diversity of Overwatch female characters.


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Hello. I usually don’t write a long comment on my own post, but I have to say something.

First, I got the point that Sombra and Pharah look brighter than they should be. However, my intention was ’not’ to them look more like ’white’. As you can see, I made Zarya’s skin tone comparatively brighter than Pharah, also Widowmaker vs Sombra.

I don’t play this game. And when I drew them, I simply used few images as references to figure out overall colors. With the photoshop, I put some effect to look them in the light, as a result, they kinda went bit brighter than I originally painted.

After I read a comment, I searched for images that all Overwatch characters standing together to see the comparison. And I realized they are actually darker than I thought; especially Pharah.

I don’t want an argument over this. You can get your own opinion over things you saw on the internet, but I have to give you some explanation since I drew them.

It’s kinda sad to see someone call my stuff out as ’white washing’.

Also, the waist. As you can see, I didn’t draw Zarya’s waist so small with Pharah. And yes, I drew her waist tiny at the one on the top.

I really appreciate of the diversity Overwatch characters have on their body shapes, age differences and ethnicities especially, female characters.

Bottom two pieces, I was focusing on showing the differences between characters like their faces, height, body types….

The one on the top was more freely drawing. I never drew Zarya before this request, and I simply wanted to draw her for my own. She seems like a super strong badass fighter type kinda woman, and I loved it.

Thing is, I love to draw ridiculously tiny waist either for men or women. I like it because it makes curves and contrast of shapes. It is fun to draw. If you check my other stuff, you can see I draw tiny waists a lot. It’s just my style. I honestly was more focusing to make her arm and back look strong and big….

@sujimoon89 This is my twitter and I have more stuff here. You’ll see my point. I am guilty drawing specific body types over and over. But I’m also aware that many artists deliver a certain type of body shapes when they draw female characters and it should be changed. So I admit I have a habit and I think I should show more diversity on my drawings.

However, I’m also saying I made her body looks like that not because I think female body only supposed to look like that nor only small waist with big boob and hips are attractive. Thanks. -Please, be understanding about grammar. My first language is not English.

Just Hold On, ii

We learned through promo that Just Hold On was not written specifically in response to Jay’s illness, but was a song that had been written on 2016 after Louis direct-messaged Steve on Twitter.

Then the video came out yesterday. The story of the video is of two people who meet as strangers, spend time doing fun things together, become romantically involved, get fun-married, and speed through a space-time warp to different parts of the world.

I thought it was super cute. The actors were good together, there was international and racial inclusivity, and the message was upbeat.

In the meantime, I learned more about the structure of EDM songs, which is a little bit different than a typical pop song.

Pop:
Verse 1
(Sometimes pre-chorus)
Chorus
Verse 2
(Sometimes pre-chorus)
Chorus
Bridge
Chorus
||: Chorus :||

EDM:
Verse 1
Pre-chorus
Chorus
Verse 2
Pre-chorus
Chorus
Pop Drop

An EDM song has no bridge. Instead, there’s a pop drop moment when the electronics take over—in JHO, the kind of soaring-into-space sound. The distinction between sections also tends to be less pronounced– the bass of the first verse might become the focus of the chorus, for instance.

With the above in mind, I listened to the lyrics of “Just Hold On” again, asking myself these questions.

1. Why is this song a love story?
2. Why is there a contrast between the positivity of the video and the sadness/ need for reassurance in the lyrics? Does the time frame in which it was written matter?

The following is my personal opinion.

The lyrics clearly address someone, “Darling.” The video has offered one interpretation that this person is a love interest.

The singer seems to be poised between two times, the future, which he wishes he could see (via a time machine), and the past, the “chapter” that has “ended.”

It’s a time of flux and open possibility. “You can be who you were/ or who you’ll become.”

The present, or the near future– what he can see of it– is not so great. Something bad has, or is about to, happen. “If it all goes wrong/ darling, just hold on.”

At the time the song was performed, we thought Jay’s illness was the sad event referred to in the song. And it still may be. There isn’t only one interpretation to a song. But the video explicitly associates the song to romantic love, and we can’t just ignore that this love is linked to these lyrics.

It’s not over ‘til it’s all been said‬
‪It’s not over ‘til your dying breath‬
‪So what do you want them to say when you’re gone?‬
‪That you gave up or that you kept going on?‬

The tone of the lyrics is one of persistence through suffering– the “dying breath.” It’s not about fun or partying or dancing or gambling. It’s not about a hook-up or a casual fling.

It’s about fighting back. It’s about surviving and returning to life. The fact that there’s a marriage in the video shows that the relationship goes deeper than momentary fun. It’s about commitment, hope, mutual support.

The “pop drop” moment is the moment when the main message of the song is repeated over and over. In this case, the singer sings to the second person– the love interest, according to the video. Or it could be the love interest singing back; both make sense. “If it all goes wrong/ darling, just hold on.”

The implication is that all WILL go wrong. The lyrics anticipate disaster. And the singer says, don’t let disaster break your relationship. Be strong. Hold on.

It’s a brave, kind, reassuring message. Given the events in Louis’s personal life in the last two years, culminating in the ridiculous, terrible charade at LAX airport that resulted in his being dragged through the criminal and civil justice systems– of all the participants, he was the most innocent one who was there that day, and unbelievably, the only person arrested– I marvel at his inner strength, his moral courage, his tenacity, kindness, intelligence, and sangfroid.

I want to thank Louis and Steve for making this amazing song.

Jay, you raised such a great person. You’d be so proud.

@thesmollestofbeanz @melonsodafizz That is correct! I don’t believe fusion colours should always just be the midway point between A and B. Obviously they should take some features from the two (or more) characters, but should be something new and different.

For a L&P fusion especially, its so rare I see one that isn’t teal coloured in some form. There’s nothing wrong with them, but I just like to make my fusions unpredictable. The hair colours in particular were picked as such:

And so I went for a dark mauve colour to contrast with her bright neon coloured hair, teal just didn’t work and blended weirdly with the cyan. I also liked the look of these kinds of Spectrolites in particular, which have a lot of purple:

Obviously this isn’t a tutorial on how to do fusions “right” or anything, its just how I like to do them. Hopefully this makes some sense!

Fragility {Part 1/3}

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Photographer Yoongi AU, angst, fluff, smut in second chapter

Warnings: Yoongi swears basically every other sentence, minor character death

“There are a lot of fucked up things about me, you know? And there’s a lot of fucked up things that have happened. But when I’m with you all of those things, yeah they still exist but it’s like they’re a lot further away, I don’t feel as if they’re eating me alive”

Part 2, Part 3


You met Min Yoongi, photography major and self proclaimed genius in your second year of college.

Even now every detail of that first encounter remained clear in your mind. That alone was almost a miracle considering your drunken state, normally any events of a night such as that would fade into a distant haze.

It was strange really, he had snuck up on you out of nowhere and like a hurricane, he was completely impossible to ignore, leaving havoc in his wake until he was all you could think about. It hadn’t been love at first sight, definitely not, but from the moment you laid your unsuspecting eyes on him he had consumed your thoughts until there was no room for anything else.

You often felt as if your entire life before Yoongi had simply been the calm before the storm.

He hadn’t even so much as formally introduced himself before he was shoving his beloved camera in your face, the white flash nearly blinding you. When he was done taking the picture, he stepped back and smirked, and you, bemused by the entire situation, smiled back. He then stepped out a little and with his nimble fingers, flicked the camera onto display mode, the photograph he had taken of you painting the small digital screen.

The colours were garish, the startled look in your eyes almost comical and the framing wasn’t quite right. That didn’t matter. You soon learnt that wasn’t what Yoongi’s photography was about at all.

He fiddled with the settings of his camera whilst you stood and watched him, unsure of what to do and whether you should introduce yourself. Your body was jostled by people swarming past and you silently wondered whether it would be okay for you to casually slip away along with them. However, just as you decided that you would, Yoongi looked up from his camera, staring directly at you.

“So, the two of you finally meet” you heard a voice coming from your right and you turned your head slightly to see your friend Seokjin approaching. He sidled up to the two of you with a strange smirk on his face. Seokjin had been trying to set you up with a date for months and you could practically hear the cogs in his brain ticking right now as your body filled with dread. You didn’t need this. You didn’t even want to be here. Your friend Taehyung had dragged you the entire walk down, insisting that you needed a night out after being pent up in your room studying for “aeons” as he called it.

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at Seokjin and gave him a pointed look. One that the older boy ignored.

“Not really, I don’t even know his name” you mumbled, practically edging to get away. Seokjin could sense this too and you knew there was no way in hell he was letting you get out of this situation.

“Well Y/N this is Yoongi, Yoongi this is Y/N” Seokjin said and you nodded awkwardly in Yoongi’s direction, refusing to make eye contact. Seokjin chuckled at your clear discomfort ”Taehyung and I have been anticipating the two of you to meet for months but it just never worked out” Seokjin explained.

Yoongi frowned, his eyes scanning over you quickly before focusing back on Seokjin. He had seemed just as uncomfortable as you did.

“Why?” you asked after a few moments of awkwardness.

Seokjin had an evil glint in his eye, one that you had quickly learnt to fear, because it always meant he was up to something devious. “You see, Yoongi here is a photography major and you Y/N, are a fine art major, I figured the two of you would have a lot in common”

You were about to protest when suddenly, for the first time, you heard Yoongi speak. For some reason you hadn’t expected his voice to be so harsh and dismissing, you’d expected it to be soft and gentle sounding. The contrast between his appearance and voice was actually a little startling.

“You seriously think that just because we’re both doing arts degrees that we’re going to get on well? Sometimes I can’t believe you’re older than me” he spoke, his words for some reason, felt like venom running through your bloodstream. Just as Seokjin was about to interject and defend himself, Yoongi started talking again “Besides, photography is nothing like fine art, all they fucking do is paint a few lines on a white canvas and act like it has some deep meaning. What bullshit”.

“Hey!” you cried out instinctively, the urge to defend yourself getting the better of you “You’re one to talk, studying for three years just to learn how to press a button? Anyone can do that”

It was strange. You weren’t usually the type to engage in those sorts of petty arguments. Neither was Yoongi, as you soon learnt. You didn’t generally get angry, instead you would choose to simply walk away and not concern yourself with other people’s stupidity. His harsh words that night had made your blood boil.

It had continued for a few more minutes. Vicious words flying back and forth between the two of you. After a while Seokjin finally took you away to the drinks table and Taehyung took Yoongi over to another group of people.

It was clear you were not going to get along. Your personalities clashed violently.

And that was that.

Your interactions with Min Yoongi should have ended there.

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Waverly Overhears Wynonna "Talking About Wayhaught":
  • Waverly: *About to go into police office, but stops outside the door because she hears Wynonna talking*
  • Wynonna: "You two actually make the best couple. Like, you're made of the same goodness but there is still a nice contrast between you guys."
  • Waverly (internally): "Wait is she talking to Nicole about our relationship!?!!?"
  • Wynonna: "You fill a whole in her life, and it makes both of you complete."
  • Waverly (internally): "Wynonna, it's getting a bit too mushy..."
  • Nicole: *Walks down the hallway* "Hey Waves! How are you doing?"
  • Waverly: "Wait what the hell if you're here then who is Wynonna-" *opens door*
  • Waverly & Nicole: *See drunk Wynonna giggling and holding a donut in one hand and a donut hole in the other, putting them together and making kissing noises*
  • Waverly: *Closes door slowly*

knight-bishop  asked:

You said patchface is the true prophet of the drowned god, could you elaborate on that please?

With pleasure. Patchface is among the most accomplished prophets in the story, up there with Maggy, Quaithe, the Ghost of High Heart, etc. He directly foretold the shadow-babies…

“The shadows come to dance my lord, dance my lord, dance my lord. The shadows come to stay my lord, stay my lord, stay my lord…”

…the Battle of Blackwater…

“Under the sea, smoke rises in bubbles, and flames burn green and blue and black.”

…and the Red Wedding… 

“Fool’s blood, king’s blood, blood on the maiden’s thigh, but chains for the guests and chains for the bridegroom, aye aye aye.”

…but no one around him had enough information (or took him seriously enough) to realize it. The grand irony, as many have noted, is that while Mel struggles and repeatedly fails to make sense of the images she sees in the flames, there’s a far more accurate prophet right there under her and Stannis’ noses. 

So where does this power come from? We know that Patchface was once a jester in Essos, brought over the Narrow Sea by Steffon Baratheon, and went down with the Windproud in Shipbreaker Bay. He washed up two days later; as Cressen tells us, no one can explain how Patchface survived, and indeed, the man who found him swore he was deathly cold to the touch. 

There’s one motif that Patchface hammers on like a piano key: his third eye was opened “under the sea.” I think the reason he survived, and the reason he can see the future, is that he encountered the Drowned God underneath the waves. When a mere mortal actually beholds the Lovecraftian thing-in-itself, the result is a divine knowledge too much for the mind to handle. Aeron Greyjoy, I think, is meant as a deliberate contrast to Patchface in this regard. Damphair believes he communicates with the Drowned God, but all his POV chapters make clear that it’s a projection; he’s talking to himself. Patchface, by contrast, is what a mainline to the divine really looks like. This theme runs through a lot of GRRM’s examinations of magic, religion, and the intersection between the two. Take, for example, the Undying of Qarth: their projected image of oh-so-high-fantasy kings and queens and wizards covers up their true form, which is what it really looks like to sell your soul to the voices in the flames, in the trees, in the water.