thanks to everyone who’s been supporting this blog by following it/ reblogging/ liking my shit. i truly am thankful to each and everyone of my followers.
Chag Urim Sameach! Happy Holidays to everyone!
here’s a massive shoutout to my very first follower
@martziplier98. i remember i couldn’t believe that you actually followed me, i’ve been fangirling so much over your blog (I still do though). u gave me hope and inspired me to keep blogging.
EXPLAINING COMMON SENSE TO ANTIS AND OT8 STANS (1/??)
fact: when working on a film or a drama, the person hired does not work under the group’s name but as an actor, as an individual person. this is not only the case with yixing, but also with chanyeol and kyungsoo. where was the outrage then? or is it only bad when it’s a Chinese member?
this guy in his late thirties came into my work yesterday and asked me if i could help him pick out some new makeup for his wife. he showed me a picture of her and i was like “wow she’s pretty!!” and he was like “i know, she’s just so beautiful” and showed me the palette that he bought her last time and told me what she likes to do with her makeup, her favorite colors, etc etc. so we picked out some stuff based on what he told me about her and i asked him if there was any reason he was getting her this stuff (like birthday or whatever) and he was like “no reason, i just love her.” and i’m just….. like wow. i love love dudes.
I did mention that Dagny couldn’t possibly have a simple scanbot… Of course Dagny likely abandoned it shortly after it was finished, so I imagine the poor little thing just sorta hangs out in the bay, battling against the tide of clutter one screw, bolt or nut at a time.
i am so much quieter these days. that need to disrupt, to create chaos still lives here, still has impulses i struggle to fight and some ugly things to say. but i am quicker to silence it, to calm it, to preserve the peace and the steady nature of who i have since become. though let it not be taken for granted that this peace is always pleasant, that there aren’t times i am close to catatonic and want deeply to go wild in rebellion. there would be more pleasure in doing the crazed and ill-advised thing than there is in taking the deep breath. i am not always interested in being calm, but equally, i must be good to myself. i must be good to myself. i must go cautiously. i have done more than my fair share of damage. to myself and unto others. i am not an innocent party. but i am better now. i have learned, haven’t i? i am quieter these days. even when the aching thing, the violent and destructive thing within me, would like a platform from which to be better heard. i refuse to hand it the microphone.
“My father was called Ned too,” she said. “I know. I saw him at the Hand’s tourney. I wanted to go up and speak with him, but I couldn’t think what to say.” Ned shivered beneath his cloak, a sodden length of pale purple. “Were you at the tourney? I saw your sister there. Ser Loras Tyrell gave her a rose.” “She told me.” It all seemed so long ago.