she is just that humble

I know everyone remembers Alix as the reckless angry one who’s always ready to fight, and she is, but like… she’s also, in canon, really dorky and sweet?? Like how excited she is to get the pocket watch as her birthday present after seeing how cool it is, and reassuring her dad that she’s not gonna ditch him, and waving at Marinette’s parents, and just… look at this sweet happy child

And at the end of the episode when she thanks Ladybug for fixing her watch and says she’ll take better care of it next time and will try not to be irresponsible, it’s so Pure and Humble, she’s just such a Good

And Christmas episode??? Where she’s so happy to get sweets??? And happy to see Adrien’s okay??? And just generally so adorable and happy??? I’m love this child so much???


In conclusion: Alix is an adorable precious bean in addition to being a terrifying little monster, this has been a PSA

Auston Matthews - Part 32

81440 words, 159 pages and countless followers later, this is my last post for my first story and I could not be more grateful. 

“Oh, come one! One more dance,” I beg Auston, pulling on his hand in a failed attempt to get him to stand. “Please,” I pout, giving him the full effect of my too big of eyes and pouty lip.

               “You’re a pain in the ass,” Auston grumbles at me before getting to is feet much to my delight.

               “If my parents weren’t here and watching us like a couple hawks, I could give you a really good dance,” I whisper to him and he makes a face at me.

               “Why you gotta do that? We are in the middle of a reception where I can do nothing to you,” Auston complains, letting my drag him back out onto the dance floor.

               “Well,” I start, putting my arms around his neck as a slow song picks up. “My parents are staying here in the hotel tonight… I told them that I would just stay at the house and go home early in the morning…” I cock my head to the side and give him a grin.

               “Are you saying that your childhood home is going to be vacant for an entire night?” Auston asks me, raising his eyebrows at me.

               “I am saying that,” I nod, licking my lips as he puts his hands on my waist.

               “So I get to take this dress off you a second time?”

               I laugh. “Technically you just unzipped it the first time,” I correct him and he rolls his eyes. “But yes, you can take this dress off for me. But I have something else in mind that I will need to put on,” I give him a smug look and his goes still.

               “What do you mean?” He asks and I can see the excitement in his eyes.

               “I guess you’ll just have to be a good boy for another…” I look at my pretend watch on my wrist. “Thirty-two minutes.”

               Auston sighs dramatically and starts swaying me to the soft music again.

               “I hate you sometimes,” he mumbles and I giggle.

               “Hmmm, I don’t think you do,” I say softly, leaning my forehead against him.

               Auston breathes in deeply and his brown eyes meet mine, glowing with affection that makes my heart ram against my ribs.

               “I think you’re right,” he whispers and goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

               “I love you,” I say, kissing his lips softly.

               “I love you,” he whispers back, moving his lips to my forehead as I rest my head against his chest, even as the song comes to an end and a more upbeat song pulses through the speakers.

               “Mind if I cut in?” My mother’s voice says behind me and I lift my head off of Auston to smile at her.

               “Be my guest,” I tell her, moving out of Auston’s arms as my mother takes his out stretched hand.

               I smile to myself as I back away from them and back into the maze of tables surrounding the dance floor. Watching them twirl around the dance floor and Auston’s cheek turn pink at something my mother says to him.

               “There you are!” A loud voice says making me jump. I look over to see Melissa barreling towards me, white dress billowing out behind her looking like a goddess.

               “Here I am!” I exclaim, taking her hands in my own as she reaches me.

               “Oh, Y/N, tonight has been so perfect,” Melissa says, her eyes aglow and her cheeks a pretty pink with excitement.

               “I know! Everything is so beautiful and everyone is having so much fun! And…” I raise her hand up so the lights above catch the ring on her finger. “I’m so incredibly proud of you.” I say and tears well behind her eyes.

               “You’re going to make me cry again!” She wails and I pull her into my arms, tears in my own eyes. “I’m just happy we both found someone, me a wife and you… that glorious boy wooing your mother right now.”

               I giggle and pull away from her to look over my shoulder to see Auston pull my mother up from a low dip, her face is cherry red and she’s giggling like mad.

               “I think she’s had a little too much to drink tonight,” I laugh and Melissa nods.

               “I think so too, but hey, at least she’s having fun and it hasn’t turned into Aunt Cassie’s birthday party yet,” Melissa smirks at me.

               “True, all the poles seem untouched,” I say.

               “There you two are!” Another voice says and I look over to see Emily, Melissa’s brand new wife sauntering over. “Keeping my wife from me I see,” she winks at me and pecks Melissa on the mouth.

               “My bad, she’s all yours Emily,” I grin, squeezing Melissa’s hand once more before releasing it.

               “Nonsense! I came over here to dance with my two favorite girls,” Emily exclaims, taking both Melissa and me by the arm and dragging us out onto the dance floor. I laugh as they dance around me, both a little uncoordinated due to the amount of wine both of them have had. Auston joins me once again after a few more songs of dancing with my mother before passing her off to my father. His hands slip to my hips, my back against his front and I wiggle against him making his hands tighten around my waist.

               “Y/N, don’t you dare,” he whispers in my ear and I bite my lip.

               “What am I doing?” I ask him and he scowls, tapping my nose with his finger.

               “You know exactly,” he says and then he smirks at me. “If I had known that sleeping with you would unleash this kind of attitude, I would have been more persistent a few weeks ago,” he whispers. I swat at him and push against his chest.

               “It’s just because your friends aren’t here for me to babysit, mama needs to let loose sometimes,” I grin at him and he laughs.

               “I can loosen you up whenever you want,” he says and then is interrupted by a commotion by the door and I know it’s time for the newlyweds to depart, which means Auston and I get to do that same shortly after.

               “Come on,” I say, taking his hand and tugging him to my rightful place as maid of honor and secure Auston at my side.

               We wave and throw the rice, kissing my favorite cousin and new second favorite cousin on the cheek as they make their way down the steps to their waiting chariot, or in this case their waiting Mercedes. We wind through the crowd and finally spot my parents who are already heading back inside to continue the party.

               “Mom! Dad!” I call after them, Auston and I hurrying up the stairs to them. “We’re going to take off, gotta leave early to get Auston to practice in the morning,” I huff at them, out of breath from the six stairs I had to climb to get to them.

               “Oh so soon?” My mom pouts and engulfs me in her arms. More tears well in my eyes, which has become a norm every time I talk to her on the phone or anytime that I caught a glimpse of her on the dancefloor.

               “Unfortunately,” I say, rubbing her back gently.

               She puts her hands on my shoulders and takes a step back, her hands going to my cheeks.

               “You really look so beautiful,” she whispers and I blush.

               “I look like you, mama, of course I look pretty,” I smile and she winks at me.

               “And you’re just as humble as your mama,” she kisses my forehead and hands me off to my dad, taking Auston into an embrace as well. I can see her whispering something to him but before I can make it out my view is cut off by my dad roping me in a hug.

               “Miss you, baby girl,” he whispers and I close my eyes, burying my face into his neck.

               “I miss you more,” I whisper back and raise my head, giving him an up and down look. “Forgot to tell you that you clean up good, dad.”

               He chuckles and pats my hair much to my dismay. “What can I say, you watch hockey players get to the rink every day, you learn,” he winks at me and I giggle.

               “Take care of yourself, kid,” he says gruffly and I throw my arms around him once more before taking Auston’s hand and leaning into his shoulder. My father and Auston shake hands, my dad gazing at him fondly but sternly.

               “And you take care of her as well,” my dad says and I roll my eyes.

               “Of course, sir,” Auston stammers, nodding at my father. I find it hilarious that Auston is intimidated by him.

               “Come on,” My mom says, rolling her eyes at me as she takes my father’s hand and drags him back into the hotel.

               Auston and I make our way to his car, complete with two overnight bags in the backseat. The second I’m buckled in, Auston roars out of the parking lot. I grab at my seat and give him an amused look.

               “Eager to go?” I ask sweetly and he throws a filthy look my way.

               “If you think for one second that your words left my mind once the last hour you are dead wrong,” he snaps at me.

               “Well that’s saying something given you were dancing with my mother half of that time,” I muse, fighting a smile.

               Auston just shakes his head and rockets towards my parents’ house. He had been there earlier to get ready, but I hadn’t allowed him to go into my bedroom. Instead, making him change in the spare room. Now it seemed I wouldn’t get a say in if could go in or not.

               Once we pull in the driveway, Auston grabs both of our bags from the backseat as I pull my dress up to step through the damp yard, all the snow recently melting. It feels odd walking in the garage door and not having two fur balls running like mad men towards me, instead they were home in Toronto, being babysat by Uncle Mitch and Uncle Morgan. I cringe just thinking about what my living room must look like right now.

               Auston wastes no time and goes straight up the stairs, though he hesitates by my bedroom door, allowing me to open the door for him and enter first. His eyes ravel around the room, most of my childhood things were still here, having bought mostly new bedroom furniture for my house in Toronto. I let him look in silence, though I do stand in front of the closet so he doesn’t go in there.

               “Good enough?” I ask him and he glances at me.

               “Lot different than Toronto,” he says and I laugh.

               “I was a tween at one time, and if I remember correctly, last time I was in Arizona a certain someone still had NHL sheets on his bed…” I smirk at him and he laughs.

               “Hey, it got me here didn’t it?” He asks, taking off his suit jacket and laying it across the chair to my vanity. I stare at it, it looks so odd. “So… what were you going to show me?” He asks quietly, not meeting my gaze and I laugh again.

               “Eager much?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow at him and he gives me a pathetic look.

               I walk over to him and he eyes me warily, standing up a bit straighter.

               “I wanted to thank you,” I start and he tilts his head to the side, confused. I take a deep breath and continue on. “That first week, I was a complete and utter mess, the only person not telling me how smart and brilliant I was, was you. You kept my head on my shoulders and didn’t try to put me up on a pedestal. Every time I cried, you were there, whether it was through texting or tapping on my wall…” I trail off, tears overflowing from my eyes as Auston stares at me.

               “When I came home after that week, my mom said that she thought there was something different about me. A new ‘air’ is what she said actually. She knew before I did, she knew I loved you…” I wipe at my face with the back of my hand. “And when they dropped me off at my house in Toronto, she told me that I was home, where I’m supposed to be, but she never said Toronto.”

               I finally bring myself to look at Auston and his face is slack, staring at me in awe.

               “She was referring to you,” I whisper, twisting my wrist and listen to the charms clink again each other.

               The silence in the room is deafening, we stare at each other, his eyes are red and I realize there are tears there, though none fall. After what seems like an eternity, Auston reaches out to me and I gladly step into him arms nuzzling into his neck.

               “You know I’m not the best with words,” Auston whispers into my hair, his voice crackling slightly.

               “I know. Sometimes actions are better than words,” I whisper back, squeezing him tightly as does he.

               “I love you,” he says.

               I pull back to look at him again. “Show me,” I whisper.

               Auston blinks at me and smiles slightly, leaning down and kissing my so sweetly that the silk of my dress is a mirror of my insides. His hand slowly goes to the zipper, he doesn’t have to ask where it is, and just like before, he takes his time pulling it low to my waist. Taking his hand, I let it fall to the floor and step out of it. Auston drinks me in before wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me, laying me on my bed.

We take our time, this is slowest and sweetest moment we have shared together, our bodies moving as one. And when we are done, we lay together fingers entwined and our breathing and heart rates settling down back into a regular rhythm. Auston drifts off to sleep and I let him for a short while, but my surprise is still sitting in my closet.

“Auston,” I whisper, gently running a hand down his back. “Wake up,” I say a little louder when he doesn’t wake and he jerks up.

“What? What?” He asks and I erupt into giggles and he scowls at me.

“What did you wake me up for?”

“You forgot about the surprise I had for you,” I say, slipping off the bed and making my way to my closet. His face instantly brightens up.

“Your coach made me think of it,” I tell him and he frowns.

“Babs made you think about something for the bedroom…” Auston asks slowly and I laugh.

“Just something he said, Auston,” I roll my eyes at him. “You have to close your eyes until I come out.” I demand, pointing my finger him. “Close them!”

Auston sighs and obliges, closing his eyes and raising his eyebrows high on his forehead.

“Good boy,” I say and slip into the closet, slipping off Auston’s shirt and putting on another thing that he once wore.

“Eyes still closed?” I call and he answers quickly.

“Yes ma’am.”

I peek quickly to just make sure and then step back into the room, walking to the front of the bed where he’s sitting and take a deep breath.

“Okay,” I say and his eyes open, focusing in on me and taking in the item of clothing I had chosen. A slow smile forms across his face.

“I thought you would never,” he quirks and eyebrow at me and I shrug.

“Well, when you happen to fall for a certain boy on a certain team with a few certain teammates, you learn to love… or dislike less,” I grin at him.

“And the name and number?” Auston asks, a smirk replacing the smile.

“I raided your closet, didn’t expect to find a number sixte-“ I’m cut off by Auston pouncing off the bed and silencing my words with a kiss.

“Better get used to that last name on your shoulders,” he whispers against my lips and I smile.

“I already am.”

anonymous asked:

What do you think Feathertail and Crowfeather's kits would've looked like if they had any?

tbh i think the kits would be raised in riverclan with feathertail. i think that feathertail would be open abt who the father is and tell leopardstar (i mean feather is ½ thunderclan and ¼ windclan so). they’d probably be born around twilight/early sunset. it would be really interesting to see how the dynamic plays out if crowfeather still had kits with leafpool and nightcloud.

Stormrunner - black smoke tom 

Silverbreeze - black silver classic tabby tom

Otterfang - chocolate smoke she-cat 

Brookwing - blue silver classic tabby she-cat 


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anonymous asked:

Hi I'm a new Normani fan. I've always watched DWTS but I really never paid much mind to Fifth Harmony. I'm much more into Rap/Hip Hop than Pop groups. But I've see a lot of fans saying finally Normani is shining and she had to put up with a lot in the group saying she wasn't the best dancer or idk what else. Could you explain why she supposedly never really gets a chance to shine in the group? Becoming a big fan of her personality and how hard working she is. Thanks!

I READ THIS ON MY PHONE AND GOT UP SO QUICK TO GRAB MY LAPTOP TO ANSWER THIS THAT I TRIPPED OVER A CORD. but i am so happy you are becoming a fan of mani!! i think the show is doing a really good job of portraying her character on the show, like she is just so genuine and humble and so hard not to love. 

but yea mani has rly been through it in this fandom and honestly the main reason is literally is bc she’s a black woman?? like at the end of the day the shit she has been through is stuff her bandmates would never have to deal with. like there has been so many ppl who undermine her talent, or she’s not given proper solo distributions and basically just pushed to the sidelines bc ppl are/were obsessed with lauren and camila. i think also normani is more lowkey bc of all the hate she has received, so like ppl may not see as much of her as they would the others you know? 

but yeah regardless if she wins or not dwts has given the the opportunity to be seen for everything she is and can be and that makes me so happy :-)

Oblivious (Shigezane X MC fluff)


“Hey, M/C!” He called out to her, grinning from ear to ear as she stopped abruptly just outside Lord Masamune’s chambers, documents in her hands.

“Ah… Good afternoon, Lord Shigezane.” She bowed to him.

“What’s that?” He asked, looking straight into her eyes, making her nervous and look down at the documents to hide her blushing cheeks, letting her long locks fall into her face before answering him, repeating the mantra in her head.

Calm down, M/C

“Calm, down M/C. Ah yes, Lord Kojuro asked me to bring these documents to Lord Masamune.” Shigezane pretended not to hear the first three first she just said, he just chuckled afterwards, making the girl in front of him blush.

“You always seem to blush these days, our little M/C seems to be in love, huh?” He teased, making her smile.

“Is it Masamune? Or perhaps our ol’ Kojuro?” He teased again with a cheeky grin, but this time she kept a serious expression and she politely excused herself to deliver the documents for the Lord Date.


How can he be so oblivious?!

She was sitting outside the porch one night, drinking sake while gazing at the full moon. Pondering on why would Lord Shigezane would tease her between Lord Masamune and Lord Kojuro? Does it look like she’s in love with one of them? Because to be honest, she looks up to Lord Masamune as a respectable and gentle leader. While Lord Kojuro is sometimes for her, is like a big brother but most of the time as a teacher and someone she respects highly.

But with Shigezane… Well, she sees him in a romantic way.

His smile, his laugh, his playful and carefree attitude. She just loves everything about him

“Ah! M/C! You’re not asleep yet?” She heard the familiar voice ask, as she sees Lord Shigazane walking towards her.

“Good evening, Lord Shigezane.” Oh wow. That came out smoothly. She thought to herself.

“You’re drinking? Can I join you?” He sat down next to her, she put her hand in her chest, trying to calm down once again. She nodded in response as she poured out a drink in his cup.

“Ah, drinking under the moon sure is nice.” She smiled as he gazed at the moon. His profile with a touch of the moonlight might be one of the most beautiful things she has ever seen.

“Yes, we have a splendid full moon tonight, Lord Shigezane.” She smiled, making him smile in return.

“Being with you here makes it more beautiful.” He said quietly.

“Hm? Did you say something, Lord Shigezane?”

“No, I didn’t say anything.” He grinned. “You look so sullen, did something happen? Family?” He asked worriedly, she gave him a smile. Hoping that at least it can conceal the pain in her eyes.

“Nothing happened, I just felt like drinking, that’s all.” She’s getting drunk. But she can’t stop yet.

It’s now or never.

“Love life then? Kojuro or my dear Masa?” His question made her made up her mind. Okay. That’s it.

“Lord Shigezane.” She called him. “It’s not what you think…”

“Hm? Then…” He trailed off as he looked at her flushed face, her eyes staring deep into his brown ones.

“I…” She hesitated for a moment, she doesn’t want any misunderstanding anymore. She wanted to tell him how she really feels about him, even though she knew that they would never had the chance.

He’s the heir of the Date Clan, while she’s just a humble cook’s daughter.

She knew that. Yet she can’t stop her feelings for him.

“I… Love you, Lord Shigezane.” She bit her lip, trying to control her tears. But before she knew it, she was sobbing in front of him. Shigezane has no idea how to respond but despite his silence, M/C continued her drunk confession.

“I’ve been in love with you for a while now, I…knew I never had a chance but, I just wanted to tell you to clear up the misunderstanding. I only love you, Lord Shigezane. I’m not asking you to feel the same way for me, I know this will make you feel awkward every time you see me around the castle but I just have to tell you now. I’m so sorry!” She quickly bowed her head before standing up and ran into her chambers, leaving Shigezane dumbfounded at her sudden confession.

“So…that’s what happened.” The next morning, Shigezane told Masamune about M/C’s confession.

Masamune quietly drank his tea, a ghost of smile playing in his lips. Shigezane raised a brow at the behavior his cousin is showing this morning.

“Well, how do you feel about her, Shigezane?” Masamune asked as his cousin looked away, hesitation in his eyes.


Masamune smiled, immediately knows the answer.

“Then tell her, Shigezane.” He said confidently. Shigezane sighed in defeat.

“If you won’t… I’ll disown you.” Lord Masamune added with smile.

“You would go that far?! Fine… Fine. I’m leaving.” He said, before leaving the room.

He walks down the corridor, thinking deeply about what he really feels for the woman. He’s still confused. He needs something that may help him know his true feelings.

And that’s when he saw M/C, with Lord Kojuro, who is unusually close to M/C while laughing at what he’s saying. A moment later, Kojuro leaned at her ear that made M/C blush.

For some reason, his blood boiled in anger, and before he knew it, he’s walking towards them.

“M/C.” He called her name with a stern voice, his eyes showing anger. Shigezane didn’t even heard Kojuro’s greeting.

“G-good morning, Lord Shigez-zane. C-can I help you with something?” She tried to speak to him normally, but she just can’t bring herself to do so. She looked away from his piercing gaze. But Shigezane grabbed her hand and before she knew it, she’s following him, leaving a stunned Lord Kojuro behind.

He brought her in his chambers, she shuddered in fear at Lord Shigezane’s sudden change of behavior. She has never seen him this angry, and he didn’t even say a word at her ever since he dragged her away from her master.

“L-lord Shigezane?” She called out to him, the tight grip in her arms finally gone, but his back still faces her.


“Lord Shigezane, if this is about what happened last night, I’m sorry. For my behavior and for everything I’ve said. I…didn’t mean to-” She stopped talking as he finally faced her, a second after she was pinned on the tatami floor. His face a few inches from her, she can feel his breath tickle her skin. She closed her eyes as he brought his lips close to her and claimed it for a hungry, passionate kiss.

“Mmn…” She moaned as he licked her lower lip, asking for entrance. She willingly opened her mouth for him and his hands in her hair and her arms wrapped around his neck, making their kiss deeper, their bodies warmer than usual.

Shigezane was the first one to break the kiss, but he trailed his lips to her ears, nibbling her earlobe as she elicited another moan that made Shigezane smirk.

She felt weak under his touches, he slips a hand under the hem of her kimono and slowly caressing her smooth legs while she clings to his kimono like her life depended on it.

But his teasing lips didn’t stop there, he trailed wet kisses again down to her neck and sucked on the sensitive skin, marking her as his.

“L-lord Shigezane…” She whispered his name like her new prayer.

“There, everyone will know that you’re mine.” His voice hoarse and thick with lust and love. His eyes met her tearful ones, enough to make him go back to his senses.

“I love you.” He said quietly, still looking at her eyes.

“Please…I don’t want to wake up from this dream.” She smiled sadly, wiping her tears with the sleeves of her kimono. But he cupped her face and Shigezane let their foreheads touch.

“I love you, M/C. This isn’t a dream. I’m sorry it took me this long to realize…” He kissed her tears away.

“I won’t let anyone have you, even if it’s Masamune or Kojuro that wants you. So don’t look at any other man, okay?” He said.

She smiled lovingly at him as she put a hand in his cheek. He leaned into her touch as she whispers the words she wanted to hear from him the night before.

“I love you too, Lord Shigezane.”


“It seems like our Shigezane finally understood his feelings for M/C.” Masamune said to Kojuro. Kojuro smiled as he answered him.

“It’s all thanks to your plan, M'lord. He was raging with jealousy earlier that he didn’t spared me a glance. You should have seen his face.” He chuckled, remembering the events earlier that day.

“I would’ve loved to see that.” Masamune said, smiling to himself as they drank their tea.

Yeeey it got pretty loongg~
A Shigezane fluff bc i felt like writing one. Voltage pls give our baby Shige a route. 😢

One of the best achievements so far with Senjo has been that I got her to the point she doesn’t anymore fear when I cut her nails. She was VERY fearful and sometimes aggressive when I even tried to cut her nails. She’s so humble now and I am just so against of struggling the dog when you cut your dogs nails. It just causes more anxiety for the situation.

Senjo was whining, kicking, and biting at one point whenever she new I would clip her nails. Now I can just ask her to come and lay on my lap, clip her nails and pet her through it, she won’t even leave after I have finished because she’s so relaxed. I may loosely keep her there and she won’t do a thing. I’m just so impressed how easy it actually is to train afghan hounds even if they had past issues and traumas.
I love sighthounds so much, they are always so humble and loving. Senjo does whine a little bit while bathing still but mostly she just stays there and she lets me comb her coat and air it very well. It took me some years to understand how to make dog comfortable at these situations where they have been highly anxious before, but now I’m pretty confident of how to handle dogs in general. I’m glad I learned so much while working as a groomer. It was horrible sometimes because most of the clients dogs absolutely hated grooming, and I had to work with very difficult dogs. Now I understand how the touch affects the dog. It’s very interesting how many people struggle at these basic things with dogs, when it’s actually quite easy to teach the dog to just lay there patiently while you groom or clip their nails. I don’t miss some of the clients dogs but I definitely feel like I learned a lot by having those experiences in past. It made me more comfortable even working with aggressive dogs. I could almost say that favorite thing about Senjo is that I can groom her as much as I want. I love bathing her and seeing how much nice products affect the coat. I wish I had a dog that needed cutting though, I absolutely loved grooming show dogs such as cocker spaniels. They have very nice coat and they look absolutely stunning if you groom them well. Poodle might be fun dog to own someday but I feel like their coat is too extreme for me since they have very specific coat type and it takes more time than afghan hounds coat does…

I think we need new conditioner though. I’m not sure which conditioner would be best for soft coat though, I don’t want it to tangle easily and good conditioner lessens tangling by a lot. Recommendations?

list of reasons why i love chungha:

- she amazing at dancing but is still humble about it
- she’s not just an all rounder she can rap dance sing but excels at all three???
- always took care of ioi members and is so kind to everyone
- she’s so funny and has a cute laugh
- an unproblematic fave
- is only 5'4" tall
- is definitely NotStraight™
- she’s soooo good at singing she even featured in amber’s shake that brass at kcon paris last year which amber normally gets people like ailee and wendy to do
- at pd101 auditions when she was asked to freestyle she got nervous but then caught everyone off guard when she started dancing
- she loves dried sweet potatoes
- queen of osts
- she’s choreographed so many of ioi’s dances and also the choreo for her own solo debut
- she wrote the lyrics for her pre release track “week” about trainee hardships
- the most beautiful and talented girl on earth!!!!!!!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

1) Harry has complemented Taylor many times for her work in the media. Would it kill her to do the same for Harry? Why can't she just humble herself down and say something nice about him? They don't need to get back together. They don't need to be friends. But I don't get why she can't show him the same respect he shows her. The party line about how the "media and fans would bash Taylor!" is invalid. Nothing can be worse for her image than the Kanye thing and Calvin and Tom breakups were.

“2) Saying something nice back about Harry would show maturity, that she’s grown up, that she doesn’t hate every ex-boyfriend.”

Although I would love for her to speak up about Harry, I don’t think she should. She’s never said anything about her exes in anything directly but music and I really like that strategy actually.

anonymous asked:

Don't you hate how people completely miss the point of why Susan couldn't return to Narnia? She chose not to believe anymore, and let materialism take over her life. It could happen to anyone. If Lewis had chosen to reverse the roles of Edmund and Susan, Edmund being the one who chose to lose belief because he focused too much on something material, like wealth or fame, he too wouldn't be allowed back. People make a big deal out of it because Susan is a female, but it could happen to anyone.

(cont’d) That was the point that Lewis was trying to make, especially in terms of the Christian faith. I doubt anyone would have complained if Peter had chosen not to believe because he cared too much about insignificant things, but because Susan is a female, people cry “sexism!” It frustrates me how people refuse to see beyond gender and look at a person for their actions and who they are.

Ahhh, The Problem of Susan. It will forever remain a major talking point of the Narnia series (I believe the other one would be Edmund and his entire character arc).

I agree entirely with your point, that Susan was refused entry back into Narnia and Aslan’s Country, at least at the conclusion of The Last Battle, because of her loss of faith. You make a fair point about the fact that if it had been Peter, there wouldn’t be as much of a fuss as there had been. The problem I think lies in the way C.S. Lewis chose to portray Susan at this point.

I believe his point here is that if you lose faith, you are no longer permitted entry into Heaven. Where I believe he goes wrong, however, is that he didn’t merely portray Susan as a woman who lost faith, but as a superficial, silly woman, concerned only with nylons and lipstick. I believe he could have made his point clearer if he hadn’t muddied the waters so to speak. You want people to understand that Susan didn’t get into Heaven because she lost faith? Then make that the point. Don’t make it sound as if she didn’t get in because she was silly and superficial. At the end of the day, Susan and Peter were told they were not going back to Narnia. It is therefore not wrong for her to invest in her life on Earth. So she wants to look nice and she might have been a bit materialistic – is that a sin? Isn’t the bigger problem the fact that she no longer has faith? If that’s the case, focus on that.

To be honest, I think he painted Susan in a wholly negative light in The Last Battle. She is described as being superficial, yet we ourselves only gain a superficial look at the woman she has become. Remember that she herself does not make an appearance; all we have to gauge the woman she has become is based on what the other characters say about her, the entirety of which takes up about the space of a page. She does not get to speak or defend herself, and none of the characters offer any sort of positive side to her, not even her own brothers and sister.

My main question, however, is why couldn’t he have left her as she was, but no longer a believer? Susan is often portrayed as being logical and pragmatic – keep that aspect of her characterisation, her logic has forced her to no longer believe in God but, like Lewis himself I believe, she is capable of finding her way back to Him after the end of the story. You don’t need to paint her as a simpering, materialistic woman who talks down to her family in order to make her a non-believer. She can be interested in things like fashion and still have faith, just like she can be a humble person who doesn’t. You don’t need to paint her as two negative things in order to drive home the point that she doesn’t get into Heaven.

To go back to your point about Peter, I think the main reason why, if Peter and Susan had been swapped, not as much of a fuss would be made of it is because C.S. Lewis probably wouldn’t have portrayed Peter in such a negative way. What could he say about Peter that would equal the way he described Susan? He sleeps around? Is only interested in going to the gym and buffing up? Likes to spend money on fancy brands and drives around in a fancy car?

I think it’s far easier to portray a woman in a superficial, negative light than it is a man (a by-product of sexism that continues today), and I think when people accuse C.S. Lewis of misogyny, this is why: because he bought into this negative portrayal of women and perpetuated it, to the extent that to this day people still buy into it. The fact that The Problem of Susan is still a talking point is evidence of that. The other major problem is that he took away something that women have fought long and hard to gain: her voice. As I said earlier, she is not given the opportunity to speak or defend herself, she does not even make an appearance. How should we interpret this? Is it really any wonder why some people accuse him of sexism, when a woman is spoken for and about, rather than being given the opportunity to speak for herself?

You make an excellent point about the fact that it could happen to anyone and that you should look at their actions and who they are. The problem is that C.S. Lewis didn’t do that: he dragged Susan’s gender into it and made it feel like part of the problem. At the end of the day, C.S. Lewis sought to write a Christian allegory, not a social commentary, and I think he made a mistake by blurring the lines and attaching something like materialism to a woman who, at this point in time, has been ‘locked out of Heaven’ because that makes it easier to miss the point I think he was ultimately trying to make: that loss of faith, not materialism and superficiality, was what kept Susan out of Aslan’s Country.

(Can I make a final point here that I don’t really think C.S. Lewis was misogynistic; he has a few progressive elements in the story regarding gender and it is important to remember that both Lewis, and therefore Narnia, are products of their time. That does not, however, mean that there aren’t a few worrying aspects regarding gender in the series.)
Tell Her - Part 2

Word Count: 1505

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of domestic violence, description of injuries, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of possible mental illness

A/N: You guys demanded a part 2 and I have no idea why so here you go! Not incredibly happy with how this turned out though if I’m being honest. 

Written for @one-shots-supernatural ‘s hiatus challenge. Prompt: “With this face I can get away with anything.”

Tell Her - Part 1

I picked her up off the couch and took her to my bed. The intent was to let her have it and I’d sleep on the couch, but she wouldn’t let go. I tried to break away from her and tuck her in, but every time she lost contact with me she’d whimper. I didn’t want to scare her if she woke up next to me, but I wasn’t seeing another choice. I crawled into bed next to her and I held her gently all night, mentally kicking myself for how badly I really wanted this.

I must’ve fallen asleep at some point, but I woke up to Y/N’s audible gasp. I felt her push away quickly, catching her as she almost fell off the side of the bed. “Jensen?” She questioned. “What are you doing here?”

“I tried to put you down last night.” I sighed. “You wouldn’t let me so I laid here with you. I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“Wait…” She shook her head and glanced around the room, a look of realization on her face. “This is your room. In Vancouver.” She’d been to the apartment a few times before so she definitely knew the room, but it scared the hell out of me that she had seemingly no memory of last night. Before I could say anything else my phone started to ring. The caller ID showed Zach, Y/N’s brother. I’m sure he was frantic, but I didn’t want to worry her.

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