Danla Bilic hakkında bir şeyler saçmalamak istedim.Bu kadını seviyorum çünkü ilk önce kendisiyle sonra da HEPİMİZLE dalga geçiyor 👌 Makyaj ve kozmetik üzerine çekim yapan tek ya da en ünlü yotuber değil kendileri.Nefret edenlerin çoğunluğunun erkek olmasını ise yaşattığı ‘sizin deyiminizle türk kızı’ kalıbının ilk defa bu kadar gerçekci ve ağır olması diye düşünüyorum.Üstelik farklı yaşam tarzına sahip kadınlar tarafından sevilebilmesi daha da endişe yaratıyor olmalı 😊 Allah aşkına gelinin kız kardeşi makyajını niçin izleyelim ya da stalk yapan kız makyajını…Bu insanlar sokakta yanımızdan geçen herhangi birisi, en yakın arkadaşımız, sen , ben,biziz…Bu yeni nesil eğlence anlayışı.Oldukça akıllı bir kadın umarım sıradanlaşmaz ve aşırı dozdan öldürmez.Eğer biraz araştırırsanız danla bilic'in günlük hayatta bu kadar dikkat çekici makyaj yapmadığını görebilirsiniz, 'oldukça’ sade takılıyor.'Ay kız Danla “umarım piyasaya kendini kaptırıp saçma sapan işler yapmazsın.
Bugünlerde şuna kafayı taktım : ’ neden herhangi birinin unutamadığı insan’ değilim.İnsan kimi unutamaz? Ya çok güzel şeyler yaşamışsınızdır ve artık hayatınız da yoktur , yoksa neden unutmak zorunda hissedesiniz ya da size unutamayacağınız bir kazık atmıştır, gerçekten unutamıyorsunuzdur :D Güzel şeyler yaşamışsanız ve o da böyle düşünüyorsa sebebini neyse de ayrılmamışsınızdır. Burada bahsedilen genellikle 2. seçenekteki insanlar galiba.Bu nedenle bunun için üzülmeyi bıraktım ya da Özge beni bu şekilde ikna etmiş de olabilir asddghkllşlpş
Tanrılar, her yerde ne çok tanrı var.Neden bu kadar insan? Politik sorunları ayrıştırdığımızda aklıma gelen en büyük soru bu.Yoksa bu da başlı başına politik bir sorun mu?Zannetmiyorum, buna bir son vermeliyiz.Tanrısı olduğunu zannettiğiniz hiçbir şey bizim değil.Kendi bedenlerimizin, hislerimizin, düşüncelerimizin…bile hakimiyeti elimizde değilken gereksiz.
Bir de şu var ’ kadınların benden hoşlanmaması’.Burada gördüğüm en saçma şeylerden birisi bu.Çünkü çelişiyor.Sosyal medyada en marjinal takılan kesim tumblr olmalı. #love wins yapmakla bitmiyor hiçbir şey.O ön yargılar var ya onların hepsi köşe başlarında bekleyen trans bireyler olup karşınıza çıkıyor işte.Güya özgürsün ve bunun da bedelini ödemelisin durumu…Yani bizden uzak olsunlar da ne bok yerlerse yesinler öyle mi…
Ben mi? Açıklamaya gerek yok.Hani rengini belli et bizi de kasma diyorsunuz, peki.Siz böyle düşünüyorsunuz diye gökkuşağı kaybolmayacak. Ben ne homoseksüelim ne biseksüelim ne de hetero…Ben insanım, gerekirse de ötekiyim.
Bu kadar korkmanıza ve saçma şeyler yazmanıza gerek yok. O sebeple de cevap bile verme gereksinimi duymuyorum hiçbirine.9 yıldır (doğal olarak) kız yurdundayım.Cinselliğimle ilgili herhangi bir sorun yaşamadım bu zamana kadar.Bu nedenle burada partner arayışına girmişim gibi benimle iletişime geçmeniz çok komik oluyor.Özellikle benim gibi aseksüel birisinin hiç mi hiç ilgisini çekmeyen şeyler bunlar ne yazık ki.
Aseksüel olmak kolay mı? Ne yazık ki hayır.İlk önce insanın kendisine yakıştıramama durumu oluyor.Bundan kastımın ne olduğunu anladığınızı düşünüyorum.Toplumda 'güç ve sahip olunması ’ gereken bir şeymiş gibi görünen-bizce zaaf- birtakım şeylerden mahrum kalıyorsunuz.Hatta heteroseksüel kavramı dışında kalan cinsel yönelimler gibi kendinizi doğal olarak anormal hissediyorsunuz.Bunun yanında hem bir kadını hem de bir erkeği sevebilmek ve arkadaş olabilmek, duygulardan etkilenmeden bunu başarabilmek gibi üzülmemeniz için birçok sebebiniz oluyor.
Aseksüel olmanız libidonuzun düşük olduğu anlamına gelmiyor, bu bir beceriksizlik değil.Sadece sizi de uyaran şeyler farklı o kadar…O şey her neyse bunun keşfine çıkmaya değer.
Ekstra olarak beni zerre etkilemeyen bu şeylerle dalga geçebilmek güzel bir duygu.İnanın dünyanın en büyük sorunu , başımızın en büyük dertte olduğu şey 'cinsellik’ gibi geliyor çoğu zaman.Yapmayın…
So, I saw green day on Sunday.
(Holy crap I know right)
And myself and a few others were waiting around side the venue early to see if we’d would see green day or their tour buses.
(This is while someone held my space in the line to get in)
After hours of waiting we saw a tour bus come around the corner. We all sprinted but I stupidly ran across the road and was starting to get yelled at by security that I was gonna be hit by a bus and I just replied with, “if I’m going to be hit by a bus it might as well be one with Billie Joe Armstrong in it.”
Moral of the story is stalk green day and don’t get hit by a bus
Stalker or dedicated lover: Will Bollywood never stop glorifying harassment and stalking?
Alia Bhatt and Varun Dhawan’s Badrinath Ki Dulhania trailer is full of their desi charm, but one thing seems certain. The film is quintessentially Bollywood at its core, in the fact that Varun’s character relentlessly stalks Alia until she falls in love with him. Sample this: Varun seems lovestruck, and when his friend asks him about it, he says, “Prem ka samay toh kab ka gaya, hum toh seedha shaadi rachayenge.” Alia’s character is having none of it and when he sends a rishta to her house, she even threatens to get him jailed if he doesn’t back off.
Varun enters the bus which Alia is in, and even as she puts him in his place by pointing out that she is much more educated than his “dusvi pass” qualifications, he does not leave without, “Hum kal phir aayenge,” adding that he is a nice guy who will take care of her; so where is the problem?
And then, we have the problem. In Bollywood style, the stalker is seen through rose-tinted glasses as the die-hard romantic, and the girl eventually begins to return his affections.
How many times have we seen stalking being passed off as “sachcha pyaar” in Bollywood? If the girl rebuffs such unwanted advances, the ‘voice of reason’ tells her that she wronged her “sachche dil se chaahne wala” and how anyone else would be lucky to have such an ardent admirer. And by normalising what can only be considered harassment and reinforcing the idea that persistence pays off, our films are setting dangerous examples.
Take the much-publicised kidnapping of the Snapdeal employee Dipti Sarna last year. When the accused was caught, he revealed that he was inspired by the Shah Rukh Khan-starrer Darr and that he wanted to be seen as a “hero” by the object of his affections. Similarly, the accused in the murder of Infosys techie Swathi in Chennai was also inspired by films. Refusing to take a no for an answer, he stabbed her to death with a sickle when it finally dawned on him that she was simply not interested in him.
Amitabh Bachchan-starrer Pink, which made it clear that “a no is a no” is a rare Bollywood film; the prevalent message is “hothon pe na, dil mein haan hoyenga.” The entitlement of the stalker is perhaps best explained in these lyrics from Shahid Kapoor and Ileana D'Cruz’s song Tu Mere Agal Bagal Hai - “Haan tujhpe right mera, Tu hai delight mera, Tera rasta jo rokoon, Chaunkne ka nahin… Tera peechha karoon toh rokne ka nahin…”
Sonam Kapoor and Dhanush-starrer Raanjhanaa had the hero routinely stalking the girl, and she is impressed by his consistency, proving right his friend’s advice - “ladki ko itna thaka do ke woh thak ke haan bol de.” He even slits his wrist, hoping to persuade (blackmail?) her to say that she loves him. Now compare this with the real-life incident of a model who was “married” to Abhishek Bachchan in her head and slashed her wrists outside the Bachchans’ bungalow on the day of Abhishek’s wedding with Aishwarya Rai Bachchan because she was apparently in love with him. Is there really much of a difference between the two?
Crores are influenced by Bollywood films, and given that consent is not a living room discussion in most Indian houses, youngsters turn to films for inspiration. The subliminal message that “every no has a hidden yes, you just have to bring it out” is a monster that needs to be stopped. NOW.
*SIGHS* do we really have to go through this again..
Dan and Phil are on an exhausting tour, away from home, family and friends, probably not sleeping well, and they do not, repeat DO NOT want to be stalked or ambushed or put in any kind of awkward situation being forced to meet phans because certain ppl can’t understand what RESPECT AND PRIVACY means.
For those of you that don’t understand, NO hanging around the theatre door casuing a scene, they are tired after performing and the last thing they need is hoards of ppl screaming at them.
And if you SERIOUSLY think its ok to follow the tour bus and stalk them then you are in need as a reality check.. bc that is STALKING and creepy.
I understand not everybody got VIP tickets, but at least you get to see the show which is more than a lot of other ppl did.
Put your seflish needs and wants about meeting them to one side, grow up, stop embarrassing yourselves and leave the guys alone.
There is a reason they leave as soon as they finish the show and its to AVOID A MEET AND GREET please respect that.
and to those of you literally following them from place to place.. GROW THE HELL UP. or you can bet their management are going to step in and you really don’t want that to happen.
A/N: Yes, yes I know this is shorter than normal. I’m a firm believer that simplicity can speak just as many volumes as the most fleshed out and complicated idea so that’s what this represents. This was a dream I had one night so I guess that explains the cuddly Luke… I hope you like it! -S 💛
From the sofa in the front of the tour bus, I heard Luke stalk down the narrow corridor as he exited the bathroom. His steps slow and heavy with exhaustion, sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his otherwise bare frame. He finally flopped himself on the cushion next to me and dropped his head lazily on my chest.
“Aww, are you sleepy buddy?”
Luke’s skin was pink and still radiating heat from his shower. His eyes were puffy, threatening to fall permanently shut as I circled my fingertips over his scalp. The damp hair over his ear stuck to my baggy sleep shirt as he nodded in response.
The band’s tour manager was just finishing his nightly, post-show rounds. He looked down at us and said in passing, “No girls in the bunk Hemmings!” “Yeah yeah,” Luke mumbled waving his hand through the air. He slumped to his feet and tugged me up into his side, “C'mon bug.” I hesitated into his grasp, “I’m not going to be the one to cause trouble around here.” “He won’t actually do anything, it’s fine,” Luke assured.
His hands cupped around my ribcage as he helped me climb into his top bunk. I pressed myself against the back wall in order to give Luke ample room for his lanky limbs. He situated himself on his back and grasped at me like a toddler who longed to be held. I smiled down him, “Does my big, tall rockstar need cuddles?” The edge of Luke’s bottom lip poked out, “Mmhmm”, he whined.
I straddled my knees on either side of Luke’s thighs and lowered my torso onto his. His breathing slowed gradually until the rhythm indicated that he had fallen into beginnings of slumber. A harsh beam of light cut between us from the back of the bus. I lifted myself to pull the dwarfed, velvet curtain closed. An acute shock of pain ran down my spine. Apparently, the ceiling was lower than I thought. “Shit,” I hissed. Luke stirred under me, “Are you okay?” He mumbled with a throaty giggle, never one to pass up amusement at my misfortune. I patted his bare tummy, “Shh I’m fine. Go to sleep, bud.”
Ashton emerged from the bathroom in my peripheral vision, he shrugged on a loose tank top and shook out his hair before climbing into his own elongated cubby. He peeked through the bit of space between the wall and the curtain I’d left open. I flinched slightly at the sound of his voice. “You two are disgusting,” Ashton scoffed, “such cute rule breakers.”
After a moment of stagnant silence, Ashton broke in once again “Psst,” I raised my eyebrows at him, “He really loves you ya know?”
My heart wrenched for a second in my chest. Of course I knew that. Luke never let more than half an hour go by without me knowing that but to having his affection validated by someone who knew Luke better than almost anyone was a new experience. I tilted my head up, Luke’s face twitching as he dreamt. The freckles sprinkled over his broad shoulders resembled constellations in the faint yellow light, further proving that inside of him existed a vast galaxy of goodness. Half of Luke’s mouth quirked upwards unconsciously at the feeling of my lips against his jawline.
The comfort of his heartbeat against my ear fell over my back like a warm blanket. Thumps of his rushing blood kept time with the bus’s humming engine as the night slowly shifted to another sophomoric morning in an anomalous city.
Okay so what happened today was not exactly what looked to be a date… Regina was in her normal purple dress, nothing fancy and Robin Hood only has one outfit sooooo… Haha. I couldn’t hear a thing and couldn’t see much but what I did see was it looked like Regina said something and he got upset/stressed by whatever she said. Yes they were at a restaurant but Regina and robin were sitting at the bar part so not a cute romantic table :( oh and this happened in New York so this is either a flashback or a scene for an earlier ep that they just hadn’t gotten around to filming yet. That’s all I think! Better explanation will be in my vlog and all that happened with the Agnes and Lana scene will be in vlog too. Short description of what happened: they’re on a bus stop, stalk for awhile, Regina poofs away in magic smokeness. Okee, I’m super tired so I’m going to bed! Goodnight!!! (x)
I’m still trying to understand why in the first episode of Gossip Girl Chuck and Nate rode the bus to school??? And then ask Dan is he stalking them. Like was that the first time they rode the bus? It’s obvious they knew which bus takes them directly to school so that means they’ve probably been on it before so that means they’ve probably seen Dan before too so why would Chuck ask Dan if he’s stalking them? Why did we only see them ride the bus once? Why were the Rich kids taking the bus to school?