support her and buy it!

Ya’ll weren’t talking all this shit when Remy released Another One which was a flaming pile of garbage (the fact that she said “cash me ousside” & “make your head red like lil yachty” or something like that,  but ya’ll ignored it tells me a lot). Also, no one wants to point out how different shether was compared to another one (flow, rhyme scheme e.t.c) cuz then we’d have to discuss the possibility of them being written by 2 different people. 

Nicki made a smart business move which is what I expected from her. You don’t spend almost 10 years at the top of the game by making emotional decisions. Emotional decisions like like hopping on an instrumental, making a diss track, & putting that shit on Itunes without even getting permission from the owners. Now she can’t even perform it live :( 

Nicki gave Remy about a minute & 20 seconds on No Frauds which is more than she deserves tbh. Remy gave Nicki 7 minutes of fan fiction & read it over a Nas beat. Nicki could’ve easily done the same but 1) whose really trying to get some “tea” (real or fake) on Remy 2) that’s lazy.  

i love taylor swift wholeheartedly but this taylor swift tix thing is incredibly unfair for die hard fans who support her on social media and buy her music but cannot afford the merch or the preorders, not only are fans saving up just to go to the tour but now they have to spend money to even get the opportunity to get those seats they’ve saved up a lot of money for… the whole thing just seems unfair to me and i know taylor is doing this so the fans get the tickets and not bots but maybe the tickets should be going to the most dedicated fans rather than her richest fans

a truly brave leftist woman who was standing up for what’s important and fighting against fascism was just killed by a white supremacist, and yet we still have taylor “won’t say anything about trump because she wants his supporters to buy her music” swift out here attempting to profit from playing the victim in her new song over what amounts to the downsides of fame and being caught lying.

can wealthy apolitical white women who only care about feminism when it suits them please stop. they never acknowledge their own privilege or what’s actually happening in the world beyond their own narrow non-intersectional viewpoint. there’s more important voices that need to be uplifted right now. and there’s definitely more important voices i want to support.

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i’m so confused right now? all i did was ask her a simple question about Raphael, and she just blocked me. i have no idea how this could be problematic or offensive. it’s very unfair because i’ve been supporting her, and buying her books since i was in 6th grade. this made me do a little research about her, and it really opened my eyes. she’s such a horrible person, and honestly, it’s a damn shame.

anonymous asked:

FYI that anon is a liar. Jaynia does not steal any content from your website. She supports you and the author and wants people to buy the official release. Instead of witch hunting people; why not hire her considering she translates faster than you and take advantage of all the free advertising she sends to your website. I found out about your website through her and I buy every chapter to support the author because she sent me to your website to help support Koogi.

Hi there, first we’d like to say that we aren’t “witch hunting people,” and we’re sorry if that’s the way you feel. We know people are going to do what they’re going to do, but how about a little perspective from the corporate side? 

Lezhin is a start-up – we began as a little fish in an ocean of corporate webtoon giants. Many of these companies offer their comics for free, which is great for readers. But what you may or may not know, is that a career as a webtoon creator has historically been, pretty much since its advent, a fairly unsustainable one. Creators had to make bestsellers to make money. They had to keep readers happy, and for the most part, they had to make stories that would appeal to the general public to even get onto one of the major platforms.

That’s where Lezhin came in. We became one of the first webtoon companies to ever offer its creators a livable salary, regardless of how well (or how poorly) their comics ranked. How did we do this? By creating a premium webtoon service. Those Coins help us create a sustainable system that supports the creators, the art of webtoons, and a whole company and all its parts. Because we don’t adhere to any sort of ranking system (and because we genuinely like comics), we have the added freedom of hosting comics that fall outside of the generally appealing, into what could be described as subversive and controversial. This is why we can host comics like Killing Stalking, H&H Roman Company, You Jin, etc.

So yes, we are legally obligated to try and dissuade people from pirating our comics, but that simply isn’t the whole picture. Pirating affects our entire system. Releasing a comic for free to hundreds or more readers on the Internet after you’ve paid for the one comic yourself, doesn’t make it right. It may not affect you now or even directly, but enough pirating and we would no longer be able to even bring you content to pirate (and hey, I’d probably be out of a job – just saying). 

As our service expands, so does our team. Unofficial translators are more than welcome to go through our official channels if they wish to work with us. We’ve already posted about job openings here. As for the speed of our translations, we’ve addressed some of the issue here and it’s something we continue to work on. Again, we manage many comics and are doing our best. 

Please don’t misunderstand, we love and respect all our readers – we would be nothing without you all. But pirating does not equal support, nor does it equal free marketing or free promotion. 

To all our readers: you keep doing you. Just try and do it legally.

Not Falling For Your ‘Jeojangs’

Wanna One’s Park Jihoon X Reader [fem ver]

Lee Daewhi ver

Fluff

Word count: 3270

• as much as you love your best friend, Park Jihoon, you’re not super impressed by his job choice for the summer
• and the fact that his new job involves interacting with other customers in the most heart racing manner
• but he’s your best friend? That’s all he’ll ever be, right? ;)

hey anon, I hope you still like this even though I added bff - bf even though it wasn’t mentioned by you but I had to come up with a plot. ( I am so cliche I shld quit ) You can re request when my request box opens again! Thank you, anon.

- admin L
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When your best friend - whom you had known since middle school and of nine years - Park Jihoon, told you that he applied for a job at the new flower boy cafe near your house, you laughed and told him not to joke about things like that. You nearly shoved him off his bed when he said he was serious about the matter.

“What? Y/N, you don’t think I’ll make a good flower boy?” He exclaimed, mildly offended. “Yah! All my hyungs call me the flower boy.”

“Full offence but Sungwoon is the flower boy,” you replied, pulling up your phone to show Jihoon photos from Sungwoon’s latest photo shoot. “I mean, look at that. This is pictorial evidence. How are you the main flower boy? Once, you wore a yellow t-shirt and daisy patterned pants. I think that’s the closest-”

“Okay! Thanks for the information,” Jihoon shouted, the tips of his ears going red when you brought up his dark past and terrible fashion sense.

“Okay, but seriously, why do you want to work there? Didn’t you say you were traveling for this break?” You took a sip of Jihoon’s drink before planting the bottle back on his bedside table. Your tongue swiped over your bottom lip and Jihoon caught that, he shifted his gaze as heat rose to his face. 

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“You really don’t wanna have people sneak pics of you buying a pregnancy test, do you?”

catch up here

// Just Pee!

March 22nd, 2019

“You should wait in the car,” Sophia said while checking her face in the little mirror of her visor.

“I need some stuff, too. I’ll come with ya,” Harry said while he watched Sophia trying to get her hair under control and furiously dabbing her thumbs under her eyes to get rid of mascara smudges.

They’d worked out together that morning and Sophia had been sweating like a pig trying to keep up with Harry and the result was that ten minutes in her makeup had started running down her face and her hair had tried to free itself from the headband and bun she’d tried to contain it with.

Sophia hated working out and the only reason she’d agreed to go with Harry when he sprung the idea on her was because he promised later in the day he would hold her hand while she would be waiting for two fine lines to appear that could change her life forever. Had she known it would be this exhausting, she wouldn’t have agreed. Or at least taken off her makeup beforehand.

The “two-week-wait”, as her gynaecologist Dr. Ferraro had called the time frame it can take the uterus to accept the fertilised eggs, was over and she couldn’t wait one day longer to find out if the procedure had been successful. The second she woke up that day, she felt tense and nervous and all kinds of nauseous. At first, she blamed it on the prospect of having to take a pregnancy test, knowing the result could flip her world upside down or break her heart on the spot. Then, she realised she had been feeling nauseous for a couple of days but she didn’t dare hope that the need to vomit she’d been feeling was actual, pregnancy-related morning sickness.

Now, sitting in Harry’s car outside a drugstore after their workout, the nausea came back full force. She looked at herself closely in the mirror, her slightly damp hair was falling over her shoulder in thick, dark waves. She ruffled it once more and put on some chapstick. It wouldn’t get any better than what she saw right now without a shower and she regretted not having showered at the gym like Harry had. She sighed deeply. At least her face didn’t resemble that of a panda any longer.

“You really don’t wanna have people sneak pics of you buying a pregnancy test, do you?” she asked him, pushing the visor up and out of her face and turning her head to look at him.

“What?” she asked Harry as she noticed he’d been looking at her already. She reached her hand up immediately to comb through her hair again, self-conscious under his gaze.

“Nothing,” he said accompanied by an awkward cough. He really was peculiar sometimes, Sophia thought.

“Just tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you.”

“Are you sure you wanna go alone? Maybe no one will notice.”

“Come on, you know that if we go in there together at least one sneaky pic will end up on the internet. And it only takes one person taking a closer look into my basket and they will twist it and make it seem like you’re making your hook-up buy her own pregnancy test or something else equally as dumb.”

Harry chewed on the inside of his cheek as he listened to her. He hated that she was right. All he wanted was to be a good friend and go in there, buy a pregnancy test or three and support her like he promised, from start to finish. But, like she said, chances were high someone might spot him and if they saw what the two of them were going to buy, they’ll spin this into something it’s absolutely not.

They’d been there before. Ever since Harry and Sophia had become friends, there’d also been rumours about them dating. Harry could, according to the media, not be in close proximity to women without them tripping over themselves to get into his pants and vice versa. Every now and then a fame-hungry journalist would turn any of their coffee runs into a romantic date and up until now it was easy to ignore these rumours.

However, now that there was maybe, hopefully, a baby on the way, Harry felt more protective of Sophia than ever. It was a subtle change at first, that he noticed about himself. He’d check twice if she was buckled in properly when she rode in his car with him. When they crossed the street, he’d caught himself holding his arm out in front of her body until he was sure walking on was safe. The other day he even insisted on carrying her groceries upstairs for her. He hoped she hadn’t picked up on it because, frankly, they didn’t even know if she was pregnant yet and also Harry had no clue why suddenly he felt the need to take care of her. Then again, wanting to take care of your friend is not a bad thing so he decided not to think about it too much.

“So, what do you need?” Sophia asked again.

“Uh, it’s fine. I can get it tomorrow,” he mumbled.

“Oh Harry please what is it?” Sophia groaned in exhaustion. He could be so difficult sometimes.

“It’s nothing. It’s not important, forget it. Go and get your pregnancy test,” he said and pushed a button that unlocked the car’s doors.

“What is so embarrassing that you cannot tell me?” She teased and laughed at him, his cheeks colouring slightly. “Come on, just tell me! Don’t be a baby.”

“I said it’s fine and now please leave my car or I will flick your forehead,” he grumbled.

“It’s condoms, right? You ran out of condoms?” she teased him further and the pink flush adorning his cheeks was answer enough.

Harry refused to acknowledge her and Sophia rolled her eyes but did as she was told. Inside the drug store she came to think that it was odd that the pregnancy tests were in the same aisle as the condoms. If you were in need of getting a pregnancy test you definitely should have thought of the condoms sooner.

Because she was a little shit and getting Harry flustered was a beloved pastime activity of hers, she grabbed a pack of Trojan Magnum condoms for him. At the checkout, the cashier looked at her and Sophia knew the girl was thinking the same as she’d been minutes before.

‘Too late to be thinking of condoms, innit?’

Of course the cashier couldn’t have known that Sophia’s situation was different so she just shrugged and bagged her stuff after paying and jogged back to Harry’s car. She got in and put her bag on her lap, reaching her hand inside.

“I got four different kinds, just to be sure,” she explained. “And I got these for you.”

She grabbed the condoms and dropped the box into his lap, giggling to herself. Harry’s eyes were wide as they flickered between her and the XL-sized condoms in his lap.

“What is it? Did I get the wrong kind? Do you prefer flavoured or ribbed ones? You know, for her pleasure,” she teased and her giggle had now turned into a dirty cackle.

“You’re a pest, you know that right?” he asked rhetorically and threw the box of condoms behind him onto the backseat. “But at least you got the right size,” he added with a smirk.

Now it was Sophia’s turn to blush.

She and Harry had never been that kind of friends. Of course Sophia wasn’t blind, though. He was gorgeous and fit as fuck and also seriously packing. She’d known since he was Miley Cyrus for that one Halloween party years ago. Drunk Sophia had ogled him all night in his tight and tiny orange briefs that left nothing to the imagination, and dreamt of a world where he wasn’t one of her best friends and she could just go for it, even if it was just to scratch an itch.

“Please, the whole world knows you’re packing. It’s hardly a secret,” she said but kept her eyes forward. She knew if she looked at him now he’d have one of those crooked smiles on his face that ever so often made her knees go a tiny bit weak.

“Good to know that you know, too,” he said and started the engine.

Sophia rolled her eyes again and willed the blush in her cheeks to disappear.

An hour later, after Sophia had showered and changed clothes, Harry and her were both sat on the sofa with the four different brands of pregnancy tests on the coffee table in front of them. Harry watched Sophia closely, her eyes wandering over each box several times. He could see that she was nervous and he wanted to offer some comfort but he felt his own hands shaking with nerves and had no idea what to say.

“I’m scared,” Sophia finally said and it was Harry’s cue to wrap his arm around her shoulders.

“No matter how this goes… we’ll find a way to deal with it. I’m here, okay? All the way,” he spoke softly and pulled her closer.

“Alright then. I’ll start with this one,” she said and grabbed the test on the far right of the table.

“Good luck?” Harry offered, his face contorting into a grimace that was actually kind of cute but Sophia didn’t have time to think about it.

She locked herself in the bathroom, pulled her joggers and knickers down and sat down on the toilet. With shaky fingers she pulled the test out of the box it came in and placed it on the counter next to her. Of course she knew how a pregnancy test worked but just to be sure, she read over the instructions once. And then a second time and a third. Just in case.

She was just about to hold the stick to where she needed to pee on it, when she heard a shuffling outside the bathroom door.

“Harry?” she shrieked.

“Y-yeah? How’s it going?” he asked through the wooden door.

“How’s it going?” Sophia shrieked even louder. “Get away from the door, you creep!”

“‘M not a creep,” he argued and she could tell he had rolled his eyes. “Just checkin’ up on you.”

Hadn’t it been a super weird situation with her sitting on the toilet about to pee on a stick that would determine her whole future, his concern for her could have almost counted as sweet. Almost.

“I can’t pee with you standing right outside. Go away!”

“Come on just do it!”

“Harry… GO AWAY!”

“Just pee! JUST PEE ON THAT FUCKING STICK!”

“ALRIGHT SHUT UP!”

When she was sure he was finally keeping his mouth shut, she placed the test back between her legs and closed her eyes, attempting to just pee.

“I just zipped my mouth with an invisible key and threw it over my shoulder,” Harry spoke again suddenly. “I realised you couldn’t see so-”

“HARRY SHUT UP AND COVER YOUR EARS PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!”

“Mouth zipped and ears covered. Now pee,” he said and Sophia waited a minute or so to be sure he actually kept quiet.

When she was done, she took a bit of toilet paper to clean herself up and then some more to put the test on top of on the counter. She quickly washed her hands, got rid of the joggers around her ankles and pulled up her knickers before she rushed to open the door. As he’d promised, Harry stood there with his mouth closed and his large hands covering his ears. He even, unnecessarily, had his eyes closed and Sophia smiled at the dork in front of her.

“Harry,” she called and his eyes flew open.

“Are you d-”, he stopped mid question when he noticed she wasn’t wearing trousers. He really didn’t want to look at her legs as long as he did but he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Harry had always thought she was beautiful. When he’d first met her she was a pretty girl who he thought was far too cool to be friends with him. Over the years she’d grown up to be a gorgeous woman, a good portion of her body covered in ink, and more intriguing to him than she probably should have been. He’d only ever caught glimpses of the tattoos on her legs when she’d worn shorts, or on a rare occasion even a dress, but now he got the full view and, well, her legs were a sight to behold as were the few tattoos that covered parts of her skin. He’d never tell her how beautiful he really thought she was because they were friends and he was afraid she’d take it the wrong way. It would remain a secret only for him to know.

“Can you get the other ones for me, please?” she pulled him from his thoughts.

“Yeah.. sure,” he mumbled and hurried down the hallway and into the living room.

Seconds later he came back with the three remaining tests and Sophia took them from his hands. When she looked up, he smiled softly at her.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he said and pinched her cheek softly.

Sophia took a shuddering breath and locked herself in the bathroom again.

“Remember, love, just pee,” Harry said and without needing to remind him, she knew he’d covered his ears, shut his mouth and closed his eyes.


// Did It Work?

“The two minutes are well over now, Soph, you sure you don’t wanna have a look?”

Sophia shook her head no, pacing her living room frantically. It had been half an hour at least since she’d done all four tests.

“I can’t. Not yet.”

“Okay, then we’ll wait,” Harry suggested and leaned back on the sofa, his eyes not leaving Sophia’s face. He was dying to find out if her biggest wish would come true but it wasn’t his place to push her.

Suddenly, she stopped pacing. “I’m gonna get the gun out. Take off your shirt.”

“What?” Harry asked through a laugh.

“I need to calm down or else I’m going crazy. We could do the little guitar you wanted or something else… I don’t care. Just… please let me doodle on you,” she made puppy eyes at him and hoped he was weak enough to give in.

“Alright, go get your gun,” Harry agreed, just like that.

“Really?” Sophia asked while already grabbing her kit from the sideboard.

“Yeah, let’s do the little guitar,” Harry clarified before he took off his shirt.

It wasn’t the first time Harry let Sophia tattoo him when she was nervous or in need of a distraction. Tattooing always calmed her down and took her mind off things. She was never as focused as when she did what she did best. It was like she was an entirely different person when she held her tattoo gun in her hand. Harry didn’t mind offering his body as her personal doodle pad. He’d lost count of how many tiny, often silly, tattoos Sophia had given him over the years, apart from the numerous bigger ones, but he didn’t regret a single one of them.

“Where do you want it?” Sophia asked while putting on a pair of black rubber gloves.

“Dunno,” Harry shrugged and inspected his arm. He turned it slowly before he spoke. “The wrist’s crowded already so maybe the shoulder? What do you think?”

“I think I found a spot,” she said and stepped closer, sanitizer in hand and a pen held between her full lips.

Harry swallowed. He’d always found it kind of hot to watch her work but again, he kept that thought to himself. She sprayed the liquid onto a spot at the back of Harry’s shoulder and wiped it off after a few seconds. She tossed the paper towel in the bin and gave Harry instructions on how to sit and hold his arm. Then, she kneeled next to him on the couch, took the cap off the pen and put it back between her lips. Harry watched her every move, fascinated by how focused her gaze was. When he felt the tip of the pen glide across his skin, a shiver ran up and down his spine. He loved getting a new tattoo and everything that came with it. He especially liked getting tattooed by Sophia. It was an intimate affair, letting someone mark your skin in an (almost) irrevocable way, and having a friend do it made it even more special.

“Okay have a look in the mirror and tell me if you like it and if the placement’s okay,” Sophia said after a minute and Harry got up to check out the sketch on his skin in the mirror in the hallway.

Sure, the tiny guitar she’d just drawn on him wasn’t one of the more difficult designs she’d drawn on or for him but it still stunned him how she could conjure up almost any image and transform it into art he’d carry with him for the rest of his life. Of course, he loved this little one just as much as all the other little ones. All the small doodles she’d done on Harry had been done free-hand. It was kind of their thing.

“Alright, Willis, let’s go,” Harry said and sat back down on the sofa. Sophia made him turn his upper body a little so that she had full access to the designated spot and then pushed the pedal of the tattoo machine down slowly, the gun buzzing in her hand.

Sophia took a deep breath and got to work. About five minutes later, she was done and sent Harry to check out the result in the hallway mirror. Unsurprisingly, he loved it. He smiled as he inspected it and then his eyes fell on Sophia who had come to stand behind him.

Their eyes met in the mirror. “I think I’m ready to find out,” she said, her voice steady.

Harry thought it was incredible how tattooing never failed to calm her down and brought her focus back. For him it was similar with making music so he kind of understood but it still fascinated him to see that same kind of passion in her.

He lead the way to the bathroom, still shirtless. The tests all sat on the counter, neatly placed side by side. Sophia had followed on his heels, basically hiding behind his tall frame.

“Can you look and tell me?” she asked, her voice small.

Harry looked at her over his shoulder. Her wide eyes and nervous expression made him want to reach out his hand and caress her face but he just nodded instead. When he turned back around, he felt Sophia wrap her arms around his middle and then she pressed her cheek to the spot between his shoulder blades. Besides hugging each other as a greeting or leaning on each other when they were tipsy, their interactions usually weren’t as physical but it was an unusual situation they found themselves in and Harry didn’t mind her touch at all. They were sharing a secret - Sophia still hadn’t told anyone else about her plans - and it was something they’d bonded over even more over the last two weeks. He smiled to himself before he looked down.

There, lying side by side, were four positive pregnancy tests.

“Did it work?” Sophia asked from behind him.

Harry exhaled. “You’re gonna have a baby.”

Within seconds, he felt Sophia’s hot tears against the skin of his back and then a sob wracked her body. He spun around and pulled her close to his chest, one arm holding her body steady against his and the hand of the other arm cradling her head.

“I’m g-gonna… I- I’m gonna be a- a mum,” she sobbed.

Harry let his own tears fall. If he had a reaction this strong, he couldn’t even begin to imagine how Sophia must have felt in that moment.

“You’re gonna be a mum,” he confirmed and when Sophia heard him sniffle, she looked up.

“You’re crying,” she said, her eyes glistening and full of wonder.

“So are you,” Harry said and wiped away a few of Sophia’s tears. “I’m really happy for you, Soph.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. “And I’m sorry I got snot on you.”

They both giggled and Sophia wiped away the moisture she’d left behind on Harry’s chest. He couldn’t have cared less.

okay but modern day game of thrones clueless au:

sansa’s the no-nonsense senior class vice president and lead student board representative, popular but conscientious. her instagram, a pristinely-coordinated mix of selfies and fashion, has 15k followers. she dreams of being accepted to university in the city, like her brothers robb and jon were two years ago. while the two had gone to separate colleges, robb had accompanied theon greyjoy, his best friend and de-facto adoptive stark (given how much time he spent at their house growing up despite living down the street), to school. when robb comes home for break theon does too, much to sansa’s irritation—while theon’s mellowed significantly since high school, a time where his most prized activities were smoking weed and fucking every girl in the student body, he’s still a cheeky tool at times and spends virtually every moment they hang out teasing her for her ‘obsession with being validated on the internet’ and being so uptight about classes. she knows it’s good natured, but she mocks him for being lazy and entitled anyway. robb had called them an old married couple once, and she’d thrown her iced-tea in his face.

when pressures from school and home threaten her immaculate grade point average, she and her bff missandei devise a plan to set up the senior class’ two hardest teachers, ms. tarth and mr. lannister, in an attempt to lighten their coursework. their matchmaking works, and her peers laud her, relieved. inspired by her good deed, she decides to makeover arya—her obnoxious younger sister who spends all her time playing video games, shitposting memes on twitter, and skipping class to take boxing lessons with peculiar upperclassmen—and set her up with the junior class president, joffery baratheon. arya begrudingly complies but instantly sees joffery for the douchebag snob he is, sneaking off behind sansa’s back to hang out with gendry, the unknown kid on the rowing and track team in sansa’s year, instead. the scheme fails anyway, joffery rejecting arya in favor of harassing sansa for sexual favors. she tells him to fuck off, which stalls him for the time being. 

arya and bran are always off doing something mischievous, rickon’s too young, and robb and jon both have girlfriends (she doesn’t like either, she decides), so she finds herself spending most of her time with theon when he’s back from university. he still comes by every day during breaks instead of staying home, even when robb’s not there. it’s not as terrible as she’d expected. strangely enjoyable, actually. they text a lot, even when he’s at school, and get to know each other on a deeper level. she texts him one night after drinking too many mike’s hard lemonades at one of greyworm’s parties that the only reason she keeps up her instagram is so she can feel loved, because she’s afraid no one actually would in real life. he admits to her he hates spending time at home because of his dad, and that at college he got mixed up with some guys from a bad crowd, and it’d fucked him up. even robb didn’t know everything. 

she dreams of him a lot, but it doesn’t mean anything.

the tyrells move to town that week. sansa finds loras attractive and stalks his instagram. she attempts to invite him to missandei’s birthday party, but upon a failed attempt his older sister margaery explains that he’s not interested because he’s seeing his boyfriend, renly, that night. she feels dumb and embarrassed, but decides she’d like to be friends with the tyrells anyway.

one night, when arya comes home sweaty as hell from one of her boxing matches, despite promising sansa she’d study instead, they get in a huge fight. sansa’s angry that she’d taken her efforts to ‘improve’ her sister’s wellbeing for granted, forgoing the makeover and tips for her usual boyish, sloppy behavior. arya yells at her for trying to set her up with joffery, a total dickbag, and admits she’s been dating gendry instead. sansa fights back, telling her she didn’t know about joffery, and that gendry would just get her in more trouble. arya snaps, calling her sister “a virgin with fake followers.” 

sansa spends the night in her room, crying. she knows she’d been selfish to try and change arya, even though the plan had been well-intentioned. she spends the night soul searching, and realizes she’d been trying so hard to be perfect for people she didn’t even know, focusing on her grades for colleges and her instagram for her followers, that she hadn’t been appreciating the people who were most important to her. she realizes theon is one of those people, too. 

sansa spends the next few weeks doing the most to support her siblings—showing up to arya’s boxing matches and buying her and her bf dinner afterwards, indulging bran’s budding obsession with tarot cards, playing video games with rickon, hanging out with her brothers’ new girlfriends, talisa and daenerys (who is not anyone’s secret aunt. just an international relations major with three rottweilers, whom she adores). she takes pictures at every occasion, posting ridiculous, oftentimes blurry pictures of her and her siblings to instagram instead of her usual fare. she and arya report joffery’s behavior to the school board, and learn that he has multiple other complaints from girls at the school. he gets expelled.

one night, when no one else is home but her and theon, he admits that he thinks it’s really sweet, what she’s been doing. she didn’t think he’d noticed or cared. after a nervous breath he tells her that he’s always loved her for who she is, and always would. she kisses him. 

anyway, brienne and jaime get married, everyone’s invited, sansa gets a full scholarship to robb and theon’s university and all is well. that’s all she wrote, folks!

still….confused by ppl who hate SJM but…continue to read and buy her books….stop supporting her if you don’t like her. Stop torturing yourself by reading something you dislike. Do ppl just want to be up on all the Tumblr drama that badly?? I don’t get it?? I respect anyone’s dislike of a book but I’d think if you dislike something you wouldn’t spend the time + money on it?? Just. Very confused by this always. Like…if u hate her so much how do u know everything that happened in acowar?

THIS IS NOT A SPOILER

hoshino-sensei’s art has gone from stunning to straight up spectacular.

please support her if you can by buying the physical copy of JUMP SQ CROWN or the digital version!!! (next reblog)
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Please Publish English Saiyuki Volumes
Saiyuki is a manga series written by Kazuya Minekura and based on the Chinese tale, Journey to the West. It is a well-loved story of four men who face countless hardships, and survive only through unbreakable bonds they share with one another. Yet several chapters of the story remain inaccessible...

With the new Saiyuki Reload Blast anime just around the corner, I saw an old version of this link making its rounds through Tumblr. Hence, I’m posting this Petition again, now with its updated title! 

This mailing list includes 29 different Publishing Houses. If you can suggest any more, please do. Every time you sign this Petition, a letter is sent to the inbox of these Publishing Houses. 

Saiyuki is a manga series written by Kazuya Minekura and based on the Chinese tale, Journey to the West. It is a well-loved story of four men who face countless hardships, and survive only through unbreakable bonds they share with one another.  

Yet several chapters of the story remain inaccessible to the English-speaking audience. This is a request that an English Publishing House please take up Saiyuki Gaiden (complete at 4 vol.) and Saiyuki Ibun (ongoing at 1 vol.), The Anthology (complete at 1 vol.), and the sequel, Saiyuki Reload Blast (ongoing at 2 vol.).

We the fans would be very grateful, and very enthusiastic.

Also, please share the link to this Petition with any prominent figures that could be influential in making an English translation happen, through twitter, at conventions, or through other forms of social media. One such figure is Greg Ayres, the English voice of Son Goku, and longtime fan of Saiyuki. It’s because of him that we got our Saiyuki Gaiden dub! This Petition can stand as a testament to how badly we the fans want this manga translated!

Now more than ever, with the renewed interest in Saiyuki, is there a chance that the remaining manga volumes will be translated into English! If you want to support Kazuya Minekura, and buy her official volumes in English, please sign this petition!!  

Happy headcanons!

Just a few. No angst here 😊😊

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* Robert always gives Aaron a kiss goodnight. This has however led to many an accidental kiss on the nose (or the eye on one occasion) or trying to reach out and find the other man’s lips but actually jabbing them in the face. The room is surprisingly dark once the lamp is off…

* Aaron makes a cuppa for Robert on a Sunday morning and takes it up to bed. Sunday is the one day that their alarm doesn’t need to be on and Robert takes full advantage of it. Aaron makes him a cup, climbs back into bed and wakes him up with kisses. They then spend the morning in bed and have to wind up remaking the tea anyway.

* Rock Paper Scissors is a regular occurrence in their house, the boys started it, then Liv joined in. Now it’s how nearly all decisions are made in the Dingle/Sugden/Flaherty household.

* Sometimes Robert is stopped in his tracks by how much he loves Aaron. When he sees him in their kitchen, stood by the counter making a cuppa or reading the paper as he eats, even unloading the dishwasher, he just stares at him and has to walk over and kiss him, just to make sure he’s real. That he’s his.

* Aaron’s guilty pleasure is twiglets. He can eat an entire family size bag in one go. It’s…haunting to watch. Robert doesn’t like them. He made the mistake of telling Aaron that because now Aaron will eat them then try and kiss him. Robert hates him when he does that.

* Robert has playlists on his iPod for Aaron and Liv. So whoever is in his car, they have music to listen to.

* Liv is a Green Day fan- as is Robert, they have been known to rock out.

* Robert babysits Jack and Sarah at least once a fortnight. He wants to be a presence in their life now that Andy is gone. One time Aaron took Jack to the shops to get some food and when he came back; Sarah had painted Robert’s nails and put bows in his hair. Aaron still has the photo on his phone.

* Robert can draw. Really well. He’s been known to doodle random things, he supports Liv’s love of art, buying her art things for her birthday and Christmas. It’s a little bond they have.

* Aaron likes to lie between Robert’s legs in bed; his back to Robert’s chest and the man’s legs around him. Robert made a comment once that it reminds him of an otter…then made a comment about how Aaron was his favourite rock. Aaron couldn’t help but roll his eyes but he did secretly like it.

* Liv set a rule that no sex was allowed in the house, anywhere that she might eat, sit or do anything else. She’s accepted it happens in the shower but they’re not allowed to talk about it.

* Robert cried at The Walking Dead. Aaron would’ve laughed at him but he was caught crying at a football game once so he keeps it quiet.

* For Halloween, Robert dressed up as a walker and Aaron dressed up as Negan. It was a surreal scene to walk in on when they snuck to the pub bathroom and had sex.

* Aaron decided that they need to work on the garden, to have something they can spend time in. If they thought that Liv was a moody teenager- they had no idea how bad Robert was when he was forced to a garden centre.

* Aaron and Robert still make sure they have one night just for them, empty house, at least once a month. They love their little family and their life, but we all need alone time.

Whoops!

I “accidentally” emailed my entire church choir information about why Autism Speaks is bad, why they shouldn’t light it up blue and what Autism Speaks does with their money. I also “accidentally” mentioned what #REDInstead is while I was at it.

I already got one reply back from a new choir member who said she had no idea how awful they were. She’s pulling her support of them immediately, she’s telling her daughter to pull her support too, and she’s going to buy some red outfits for April.

Whoops!


The use of “whoops” is meant to be playful sarcasm.

good news: one of my favorite contemporary writers has a new novel out

bad news: they stopped printing her short story collection so now it’s like…grossly expensive to buy used on amazon

THE IMPORTANCE OF HAVING AN AVAILABLE PRODUCT

Work Smart Show daily blog.

What are the reasons people buy your product? Undoubtedly this question has many answers and I want to focus on the lesser known today, that of reciprocity. Of course many people buy a product because they need it, want it, have worked to be able to buy it or often times because they want to thank the vender.

​I want to look at the case study of Patt Flynn, host of the Smart Passive Income and Ask Pat podcasts, who wrote his first book, Will it Fly, in late 2016. Now Pat is someone who provides immense amounts of value to his listeners through both of his podcasts and really builds into his listeners, taking an episode each to answer their questions even though they could be considered competition.

So it was that when he released his book and surveyed the reasons that people were prompted to buy it he found a strange trend. He found that many people were buying to support his work and his brand. He had provided so much free advice and material for them that they wanted to financially pay him back and so many bought the book even if it wasn’t relevant to them.

This idea fascinated me and I have seen it in several other situations recently such as my wife buying a products to support her favorite YouTuber simply because she wanted to financially support them. Now undoubtedly people buy your products because they need or want them, but are people also buying to support or thank you or your business.

This provides us with two very key takeaways to implement in our business. If you are in a business or entity that sells services or media maybe consider a physical product that people can buy to support you. Secondly if you have products available for sale are you providing enough valuable content that makes followers or customers feel they want to support you with their purchasing power?