the battle for expression

What wakes me up in the morning:

Is seeing Jimin beat his pre-debut demons and insecurities and grow to become one of Korea’s most respected stage performers that many young idols even look up to.

Is seeing Namjoon go from not loving himself to loving all his faults and transcending that love through all genders, race, colour and language.

Is seeing Jungkook go from shy, reserved and quiet to making friends, learning English to speak with I-fans and getting to perform with his idols.

Is seeing Yoongi fight his battles with mental health issues and using his struggles to express some of the most inspiring and influential songs in kpop history.

Is seeing Seokjin underestimate us all by singing, dancing, playing instruments, going to events and awards shows all while graduating university, proving he is more than just looks but a role model

Is seeing Taehyung be ridiculed, hated and bashed for being different to being the reason of joy, happiness and laughter for all those who have experienced losses in their life

Is seeing Hoseok who despite being bashed for his looks and having low-self confidence continually looks to make others happy, smile and laugh. Calling himself Hope because he wants be to the light in everyone’s life.

Today, at 11:00, Harry and Ginny Potter took their three kids to King’s Cross Station. Lily Luna desperately wanted to get on the Hogwarts Express, but alas, she would have to wait. James Sirius was shocked that Teddy, their Teddy, was snogging Victoire, their Victoire. He would get over it quickly, but he would never let Teddy live it down. Albus Severus was comforted by his father; Slytherin or Gryffindor, he will always be Harry Potter’s son and Harry Potter will always be proud.

19 years. It has been nineteen years.

mars 
aries, masculine expression of mars - daylight, charges recklessly into the world
scorpio, feminine expression of mars - undertakes battles internally, waging self destructive wars, nocturnal 

venus 
taurus, feminine expression of venus - self satisfies, personal pleasures 
libra, masculine expression of venus - relationship oriented, shared experience

mercury 
gemini, masculine expression of mercury - quantity of mind 
virgo, feminine expression of mercury - quality of mind

jupiter 
sagittarius, masculine expression of jupiter - searches for the spiritual temple 
pisces, feminine expression of jupiter - becomes the spiritual temple 

saturn 
capricorn, feminine expression of saturn - emotion, sadness, nocturnal, personal responsibilities  
aquarius, masculine expression of saturn - flexible, social responsibilities

-C.

snapped-taro-and-admin  asked:

It's here. ERBOA: Taro Vs. Budo Can you handle it, Taro-Mun?

i want him to step on me

visible emotional disposition ::

leo moon, leo mars :: the emotions are theatrical tragedies or grand celebrations, melodramatic emotions, emotional about love, children and happiness. emotions bright and warm like the sun, equally blinding and burning. self-victimization rooted from fear of abandonment. pain received by others taken to heart and feel like direct punctures to the ego.

jupiter contacting the moon or mars :: big jupiter tears and thunder laughs, inflates and magnifies emotional experiences, easily forgiving and likewise easily angered, can begin as tears of joy that hyper-activate all emotional response and end with tears of anger, sadness, hopelessness, frustration etc. fluctuating optimism and pessimism, big and loud emotions.

mars in the 1st, aries asc, aries moon, aries mars :: instinctual and immediate reactions, alertly sensitive to the given environment; easily prompted to react explosively. combativeness and aggression rooted from feeling misunderstood by others. “lone warrior” fights battles even when there are no battles to be fought. feels threatened and alone which expresses outwardly as frustration, irritability and aggressive episodes.

moon in the 1st, 4th, cancer placements :: directly governed by emotions, especially 1st decanate cancer. teary and glassy eyed by nature, neediness of the abandoned child or needless mother, moody, melancholic and sentimental temperament, ..especially cancer placed on the ascendant or under feminine energies (moon, venus).

pisces placements, strong 12th house :: universal empathy and hypersensitive to the vibrations of others, emotionally psychic, teary about criticism and “meanness,” sorrowful temperament, identification and relating with the Victim, emotionally confused, teary episodes trigger pains of the past. unexplained emotional pains.

Leo - Demon Darling 

Leo is a fire sign, and the heart is an organ of fire. The beat of the heart energises Leo physically and spiritually, it symbolises a spiritual centre. The aura of Leo is a temple of worship, this is where the Goddesses gather to imbibe glory, courage, and honour. The emotional force of Leo represents the radiance of the sun, and it nourishes in a similar way. Leo intelligence is the heart of the mind, they dance as one, there is no separating love and Leo. This is why the Leo is capable of tremendous bliss and ascension, they can focus solely on the echo of a heartbeat, the music of their pulse, so everything disappears but the cosmic heart, and this is the ultimate rapture of Leo. The heart is not just a mechanical organ. We know this by the way it flutters when we are moved and aches when we are broken. Leos mobilise off pure instinct, the lion roaring in the ego’s cage. The Mother Goddess is facilitates the divine expression of Leo, it is She who holds the lion’s mouth in her hands, it is She who can tame its godly exuberance. In its highest form, the Leo’s pride, arrogance, and vanity is transmuted to the inner Mother and released to the demons in return for the heart’s wisdom, purification, and awakenings. Alice Bailey says that the first great battle is undertaken in Leo, the second being in Scorpio. The demons of the ego, the mind without the heart are slain here. Cats (Leo) are sacred to Kali, she domesticates it, she summons fury against those who harm female cats,  she rides a lion into battle, and slices its ego’s desires. The Divine Mother expresses through the heart of Leo, and its this inner goddess whom can guide them to dispel the pain and complexes generated by the demons of the mind. It is Leo’s tremendous cosmic contract to burn these demons in the fire of their heart.

-C.

(art: kurtis rykovich)

Here is the complete Animedia interview with series producer Shuichi Taguchi. Translation by Dephender:

“Pokémon” celebrates 20 years on the air this year. It appears the show is heading in a new direction with the episodes airing this September. We’ve had producer Shuichi Taguchi tell us a bit about what the classic characters that will appear one after another in this story will be doing.

Q: Kasumi and Takeshi will be appearing for the first time in many years in the episodes airing September 14th and September 21st.
A: This is the 20th anniversary of the show, a year to remember, so we wanted to do something nice for all the fans that have been supporting us since day 1. Kasumi and Takeshi are also characters we’d like the children that learned about Pokémon more recently to be familiar with, so we had them appear in the show.

Q: “Sun & Moon” has a lot more comical depictions than the earlier TV series had.
A: Each of the series have a different art style to them, but it might be true that Sun & Moon’s style is overly different from all the others. Kasumi and Takeshi have appeared throughout the show all the way from the very first series, so we took great care in working out how to draw them without making them look out of place in this particular show. This purely relates to character design, though, personality-wise they’re the same as always: Takeshi loves beautiful ladies and Kasumi is a cute and lively tomboy.

Q: Since these episodes are set in the Kanto region, lots of nostalgic Pokémon are going to appear, but it seems it’ll be fun to compare them with the Pokémon from the Alola region as well.
A: We definitely want you to compare and contrast the Pokémon living in all the different regions. We think scenes like the one where Nassy gets shocked at the sight of the Alolan Nassy will let even children realize once again how these regions differ from each other. Of course, lots of other Pokémon will appear as well, so have fun comparing. This is the Sun & Moon episode with the most characters in it, so I’d like you to try counting how many Pokémon there are in it.

Q: What about Pokémon battles?
A: The Pokémon School students are getting a hands-on experience with gym matches at the Hanada Gym, and the super intense battles between Takeshi and Kasumi’s mega evolutions and Satoshi and the others’ Z-Moves are an absolute must see. During the battle, Takeshi might just turn into something you remember from the games…… Also, while it’s not exactly a battle, the expression of affection during the scene where Satoshi and Kentauros reunite with the Kentauros at the Okido Laboratories is just as intense as that gym match. These episodes have lots and lots of scenes that feel both nostalgic and fresh at the same time, and we’d be really happy if we manage to make you enjoy the elements of both Kanto and Alola at the same time.

Q: Now I’d like to expect other episodes crossing over with other regions or something along those lines in the future.
A: Well, they might go to all kinds of regions as part of extracurricular classes, and they might encounter and reunite with all kinds of characters… Who knows? Please continue to support the show.

People always ask why I like Frisk so much and I just ???? How do ppl NOT like Frisk ? They’re all-in-one and its too tempting to resist.

On one hand they’re anything any player could mold and shape - 100% ambiguous. They have no specific number for an age attached to them and their gender is never specified. Their expression is blank in a way that doesn’t showcase many specific features like a nose or eye color. They’re the perfect blank slate. They can be tall, short, medium, skinny, fat, nonbinary, female, male, child, teen, adult, tomboyish, girly… And they’re still Frisk. How incredible? Its like the fandom has 1 huge shareable OC !! Frisk can be completely different from you or your reflection, anything goes!

On the other hand they’re not the player but their own character. Act menu selections are very vague but Frisk’s choice of action isn’t. Wiggling their hips with moldsmals ? Taking 5 minutes to cook ramen propperly even in the middle of a battle? Patient smiles? Flirting with your mom? Making constant expressions that other characters describe? Frisk is INTERESTING.
Moldsmal: *sexy wiggle*
Frisk: why not
How is that not interesting. How is that boring. How is that not lovable.

Frisk, to me, is perfect. They’re the right amount of blank to fit any headcanon appearance or backstory but they’re also the right amount of “protag” to where their personality is laid out as a base and proves to be INVOLVED and cute and I just…

Frisk is for the people. For me, and i’m flattered that they are. I love them and I love other people’s Frisks as much as my own… Pls, no more “boring” labels. There’s just unexplored potential and nothing less.

Season 2 Klance and Shallura Analysis

Alrighty so this is another one of those voltron prediction/theory/rant its basically an analysis of some parts of season 2 not all bc that would take me forever but just a few key parts (aka the key to my heart Klance okay bye). So grab a drink because this is an essay folks that I spent way too much time on than I should have. Let’s begin shall(ura) we? (I hate myself)

So I’m gonna start with a very good and very platonic (in my opinion) relationship, which is K//allura. Okay okay, they have so much potential to be bffs its exciting.

First off, I took the whole Galra Keith and Allura tension as a message the creators wanted to convey to the viewers about judging someone merely by their race. Honestly I really love it when tv shows, especially kids shows, integrate bigger ideas like racism into their stories. Its subtle yet satisfying and I really really appreciated this particular scene with Keith and Allura.

Allura is describing her hatred for the Galra which is basically her hatred toward a part of Keith that he can’t even control. He never chose to be Galra, it’s just in his blood. And obviously that hurts him because its a part of who he is:((

Like ugh this is so sweet guys. So as you know from the title of this, I don’t ship K//allura at all, but this scene was very special to me in a much different way than how I feel from a romantic interaction. Like this is a genuine moment between two characters that are haunted by the same group, the Galra. Keith is part Galra, he has a part of the enemy inside of him which is probably causing inner turmoil maybe even self-hatred within him. And Allura as we know hates the Galra for killing her entire civilization. These two have a deep character development from this scene alone. We see that Allura has matured from being bitter toward Keith for being Galra to understanding that a person should not be judged by their blood but who they truly are. Also we see that Keith has accepted the fact that yes he may have a part of the enemy within him, but that does not mean he has to be anything like them. He is also pretty stand-off ish and doesn’t like opening up necessarily. He’d much rather keep to himself (other than Shiro), but he is finally opening up to someone else as well. He forgives Allura immediately despite how offensive her bias opinion was towards him. I just love Keith. 

So these two are super close now or should be? Which is pretty awesome considering… Keith is super close to Shiro too. SO now he’s close to both Shiro and Allura who are both, might I remind you all, much older than would be appropriate for him to have a romantic relationship with. Anywho, this reeks of space parents and an angsty teen.

Which then leads to Shallura and why I believe it is pointing toward canon woot woot love these goobers. Alright so I’m solely focusing on a few scenes in particular where my heart was pounding and my eyes watering and I was clutching my heart while screaming at my computer screen. The feels man the feels. 

I just about swooned at this. Like these underrated moments are what really get me. Like I love the whole Shiro taking Allura’s hand and telling his wife to get some rest, that got me feeling some sort of way. But this scene guys. In the heat of battle, Shiro is concerned for Allura. He’s basically saying “I wish I could be there to take care of her but Coran you have to do it for me.” I cannot guys I cannot.

She could’ve called for anyone else. Was it Keith? NOPE IT WAS SHIRO, PEOPLE!!

Never forget honestly. This is the face of a broken man. I have never seen Shiro more distressed and this pic doesn’t do it justice but when you watch this scene his eyes are glistening like he’s about to cry. The calm, collected leader Shiro is on the verge of tears? omg I can’t. 

Honestly this is my weakness. When a character gets hurt and another character goes ballistic and rages. Like Shiro is so determined to kick ass in this scene and avenge Allura. End me. 

For Shallura, they both have an understanding that they need each other. They are each other’s support especially considering they both are the leaders and are the older ones of the group. They help bear each other’s responsibility which is much different than Klance’s dynamic. For Klance it is much more playful and focused on chemistry. And also because they are younger it is much more naive and afraid. Both Keith and Lance obviously care for each other but they try not to show it especially when the other is present. They are self-conscious and afraid of what the other will think, that the other doesn’t feel the same way. Shiro and Allura, however, both know that they care for each other and they aren’t afraid to express it through calling each other’s name during battle and other small gestures like that.

Which I forgot to mention that everyone is freaking out over a simple hug between Allura and Keith but like have you noticed that both Klance and Shallura have not had a proper hug yet? Ummmm is this a slow burn fic or… Seriously tho, I’ve watched plenty of shows and animes (I’m shameless) to know that usually the canon couple does not have that special hugging and seal-the-deal scenes quite so early in the series because all the anticipation builds up until the perfect scene is created. I swear a tender Klance and Shallura moment is coming I swear. 

Which then leads to my mains, Klance. I just have to admit that one of the many reasons I love these two is because of the fact that Keith and Lance are like my fav characters of all time. And I can relate to both of them at the same time idk. Anyway, back to what’s important: evidence of canon.

So… Do I really need to show these? Like these scenes do not need further analysis it just reeks of dorks-in-love-who-don’t-know-they’re-in-love-with-each-other-and-who-don’t-know-that-the-other-is-in-love-with-them. Man I love Klance. 

So instead let’s over-analyze a few other scenes…

“Babe I thought you would have my back.”

“First you forget the bonding moment now this.”

Look this one is a stretch lol but just look at Keith’s face. When you watch this scene, Keith goes from his signature annoyed and irritated look to a betrayed and frustrated look. Maybe that’s just me, but aside from that, he doesn’t necessarily look pissed off, his face changes from his usual pissy look to something much different. Obviously what Lance says does calm him down enough not to yell back at him, but he also looks frustrated because no one understand him or his secret about his past with the Blade of Mamora and all that good junk at this point. I think it is especially bothering him that he can’t just upfront say what he is hiding, and instead he knows he is looking like a fool in front of them (and especially Lance). 

Body language is important. Keith turns around as not to face them, I think he is hurt because obviously this whole situation is important to him but not even Lance seems to understand him. And I seriously think Keith and Lance have like this weird mutual understanding usually. Like ya they fight I get that, but usually they kinda get what the other is trying to get at I feel, idk maybe thats just me. 

Let’s take a moment to appreciate how blue Lance’s eyes are in this… I love my son…

So like if you look closely at this scene you notice that when Lance is making eye contact with Keith, Keith has his typical “I hate you Lance but really I don’t but I’m gonna pretend like I do” face. But right when Lance looks away Keith actually looks sad and kinda hurt. Out of everyone, he hates that Lance is the one revealing his flaws, and even he knows its true. Lance stop insulting your husband. He’s actually sensitive about what you think of him:(((

Uhhh lowkey I think Keith is just as insecure as Lance is, but he just doesn’t show it… Oh the Klangst!

And another thing we get to see in Season 2 is that Lance is showing ALOT of concern of Keith’s wellbeing which is pretty big if you ask me because season 1 was basically Pining!Keith worried about his boyf. Now we get to see some worried Lance.

Honestly, like I mentioned before, the creators are going for a slow burn. And both Shallura and Klance definitely have their little hints and subtle moments that are very easily missed. But that’s the point. If it’s too obvious then the ending won’t be as powerful, the couples won’t be as special. Also, the development of both of these couples is going slow but very well thought out and I actually appreciate it a lot. I know for a fact K//allura won’t be canon because their interaction is too straight-up(lol) for it to be canon. It could be said as “predictable” but idk I just get a total brotp vibe from them nothing more, plus if they were hinting at canon for them, they wouldn’t have them hug so soon. Also their reactions and facial expressions toward the hugs and touches would be very different. It wasn’t tender like the Bonding Moment™ or the Shallura hand grab™. Facial expressions and reactions are key! Keith looked indifferent when Allura fell into his arms and their hug was sweet yes but it wasn’t hesitant and nervous like a couple who just discovered their feelings for one another would react. It was a hug between two people who recognize their bond. It was a strong bond yes, between two lovers? no I don’t think so. Allura, herself even confirmed how she now viewed the paladins as her family and it just felt to much like a familial bond I couldn’t see anything more to it. If Kallura was to be canon they would have more subtle moments than in-your-face big moments. Little details in the way Keith or Allura would look, or in the background they would be gazing at each other (*cough* like Keith does to Lance *cough*) It’s the little things that count, remember that.

The only ship I was concerned that would be canon was Sh//eith, because they have an obvious bond that is much different than everyone else. But ever since the “Shiro, you’re a bro to me” happened, it basically killed any chance of it happening. Which in my opinion is much better because Klance and Shallura have so much potential and their stories can expand and be written so well. As it is, the creators are doing a really good job at unraveling their stories slowly but just enough as to give the viewers hope which is the goal usually for tv shows. They try to make the shippers suffer sometimes *sigh*. 

Anywho, if you read up to this point thanks for listening to me rambling about space parents and space ranger partners lol! I loved season 2 because it revealed a lot about Keith not only through the obvious backstories and blade of mamora stuff but also through his interactions. And yes Keith is my fav lol. Anyways, I am 99.9% sure Klance and Shallura are gonna be canon but by no means am I saying you shouldn’t ship what you want. You do you, folks. Ship on and enjoy the show!

A Total Mess

Who: Tom Holland
What:
Tom receives a slurred text that doesn’t make sense, so he goes to investigate and finds you drunk off your ass. 

A/N : This so rough, I just threw it together. Hopefully, it’s okay. 

Bloody Hell, [Y/N].” 

Tom stood at [Y/N]’s doorway, shocked to see her sprawled out on the floor with two empty wine bottles lying next to her. She looked an absolute mess. Her hair was disheveled, makeup smeared around her eyes, and her flannel buttoned wrong. Quickly shoving the spare key he had to her apartment into his pocket, he shut the door and waltzed over to her. Picking her up from the ground, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Tom!” [Y/N] slurred happily, she clawed after him when he propped her against the couch. “Where you going?” She frowned as he walked away from her. Swaying, she put her hands on either side of her to keep her from toppling over, “I’m so glad you’re here, Tom. I missed you!”

Shaking his head, he grabbed both bottles and showed them to her, “Did you drink both of these by yourself?” His voice was stern, he had never seen [Y/N] like this before. She was always so well composed. He could only ever recall one or two times when [Y/N] was drunk and even then she was completely coherent to answer questions. 

Shrugging, [Y/N] hiccuped. “Give or take a few glasses.” She waved one hand towards the wall that Tom now noticed had stains of red with broken glass on the floor. “I may or may not have, not have, thrown a few glasses.” [Y/N] giggled but it wasn’t anywhere near the kind of giggle, Tom was used to hearing. “I’m so fucking stupid.” 

Sighing, Tom decided that he’d deal with one thing at a time. Setting the wine bottles far from her reach, he sat down in front of her. Crossing his legs under him, he held her shoulders, forcing her to stare into his eyes. “What happened?” 

She inhaled, “Well,” [Y/N] started, hiccuping again. “[Ex’s Name] broke up with me after three years of being together and get this,” she hiccuped once more, “you ready for this? Over text. Over text, Tom. Who the fuck does that?” Running both hands over her face, she groaned. “You were right.” She stated, “I never should have dated him.” 

Tom frowned, “I’m sorry, [Y/N].” 

Shrugging, she laughed but not in a happy way. “I’m an idiot.” Pointing downward at herself, she shook her head at her flannel. “I’m a fucking mess. Always a fucking mess.” She tore at the buttons, getting frustrated, she yanked on them causing it to fly open and expose her bra and mid-section. “You know what he told me, Tom?” Running both hands through her hair, she laughed again. “That I’m, I’m clingy. And I expect too much from him.” Throwing her hand in the air, she leaned forward, “Well no shit! I only just spent three years wasting my fucking time on him. Of course, I’d be, be clingy and expect things from him. That’s what you do in relationships.” 

Tom tried really hard to ignore the fact that his really good friend was sitting looking pitiful as ever with her upper body on display. Running his own hand through his hair, he cleared his throat. “I think you’ve had enough to drink and it’s time that you go to bed, yeah?” 

“Pfft.” Waving Tom off, she turned around against the couch and dug in between the cushions and pulled out a fifth of Jack. 

“Did you? Did you hide alcohol in your couch?” Tom asked in disbelief. 

“Uh duh.” [Y/N] snapped. “I’m treated like shit, might as well act like it too. And I’m going to start by finishing this whole entire thing.” 

Tom lunged forward, yanking it from her hands. “No, [Y/N].” He snapped. 

“Give. Me. Back. My. Booze. Holland.” 

He couldn’t believe this. Out of all his friends, [Y/N] was nothing like this. She would occasionally have a glass of wine or perhaps a beer if someone could convince her. She was so proper and sophisticated. It blew his mind to see her a complete and total wreck. “You are not doing this to yourself. I refuse to take you to the bloody ER to get your stomach pumped. You’re fucking insane, [Y/N].” 

Tears started to fall down her cheeks, “You don’t understand, Tom.” She squeaked. “It hurts. I want it to stop. I’ve never felt this broken before.”

Tom felt like an asshole for snapping at her. Of course she was hurting, she had been madly in love with the bloke. Tom hated [Ex’s Name]. He was moody, incredibly cocky, and always talked down to [Y/N] as if she was a piece of gum on the bottom of his shoe. She deserved much better and he thought he had gotten through to her a few months ago but even he knew deep down inside he couldn’t fight the feelings that had already settled in her bones. 

“Come on,” Tom quietly spoke, ushering her to take his hands. 

Frowning, she shook her head. “Just give me the bottle and let me drink myself into-”

“-death?” Tom snapped. 

Squinting her eyes, she looked away from him. “I was going to say oblivion but that could work too.” 

“Oh for fucks sake!” Tom half way yelled. He stepped forward, yanking her up gently but firm enough for her to be unable to fight back. He looked her dead in the eyes, “I understand you’re hurting, I can see it written all over your face but he’s not worth it, [Y/N]. No one is worth this,” he started to speak softer. “I can’t stand to see you like this, you’re an absolute wreck, it’s breaking my-it’s upsetting.” 

“What else am I supposed to do?” She cried. 

Letting go of her wrists, his hand quickly buttoned her shirt. Pulling her into a hug, he held her tight. He half smiled when she hugged him back tighter. He pressed his cheek to her head as she cried into his chest. Tom had never thought of [Y/N] anything more than just a friend until she started to date [Ex’s Name]. It opened his eyes that the reason he didn’t see her as anything more was because he had just gotten into the habit of always being with her and enjoying her presence. It was a weird battle he had with himself on whether or not he should express how he felt for [Y/N]. But, he wanted her to be happy and if happy meant being with that arrogant asshole, then so be it. He would just be there when it came tumbling down. And now that it was happening, it made him feel like an asshole because looking at her now with tear streaked cheeks and puffy eyes, he could have avoided all of this. 

She wouldn’t be feeling like it was necessary to drink herself into the grave or feel so broken. Tom would never make her feel that way if he would have just sucked it up and told her how he felt. Even he could read behind her joke of always saying that the two of them should just get married and live their lives happy whenever she’d get into a fight with [Ex’s Name]. It could have worked out between him and her. But, again, Tom couldn’t bring himself to admit his feelings when she’d seem so happy. Because he could never admit his feelings when she was crying on his shoulder, it was never the right moment and Tom was all about the right moment. 

“Let’s get you in bed, watch a movie, and get you to sleep.” Tom guided her to her bedroom. He watched as she climbed into her bed, “I promise it’ll get better.” 

[Y/N] felt so empty, it was a feeling she couldn’t explain. “Will you stay, Tom? I’m afraid once you leave, I’ll go back out there looking for something to numb me.” 

Tom nodded, “Of course, [Y/N]. You know I’ll always stay.” He kicked off his shoes and climbed in after her. 

anonymous asked:

do u know any lgbt arab movies u can recommend ?

This list is of queer middle eastern films that include queer arab films

Circumstance (2011) - film explores love and sexual rebellion between two women under the watchful eye of the government and through family dynamics in modern day Iran.

Caramel (2007) - “a beauty salon in Beirut is a safe haven for five women in this Lebanese romantic comedy. Follows the love lives of five Lebanese women, one of them is the stylist Rima who does not know how to handle her attraction to a female client.

Mondial 2010 (2014) - “is a film on love and place. A Lebanese gay couple decides to take a road trip to Ramallah. The film is recorded with their camera as they chronicle their journey. The viewers are invited through the couple’s conversations into the universe of a fading city.” In reality Lebanese cannot drive to Ramallah as they are forbidden into Israel and this plays with the significance of a same-sex relationship in the Middle East and what it means to be a queer Middle Eastern.

Lola and Billy the Kid (1999) - “Murat, the youngest son of a conservative Turkish family, is struggling with his sexuality as well as with the demands of his patriarchal older brother. When Murat meets with Lola – his estranged brother who now is a drag queen – and her macho Turkish lover, Billy the Kid, he finds himself drawn into a dangerous new world. 

Oriented (2015) - feature documentary that follows the lives of three gay Palestinian friends confronting their national and sexual identity in Tel Aviv.

Fifi Howls From Happiness (2014) - “I will tell you my life story so that no idiot will write my biography the way it suits them,” says legendary gay Iranian artist Bahman Mohassess in this documentary about his life. 

A Jihad For Love (2007) - feature documentary to explore the complex global intersections between Islam and homosexuality. This movie focuses on Islam in multiple regions of the world rather than just the Middle East.

Mixed Kebab (2012) - centers around a TurkisH character and talks about the struggles of being a gay poc in a conservative Muslim household in a western country and having to defy middle eastern expectations of you. Best of all, the ending is a happy one!

I Say Dust (2015) - “Two Arab-American women in New York City fall in love, argue home and identity, engage in a chess battle, and express themselves through the power of the spoken word. 'I Say Dust’ explores poetry in cinema through the story of Hal, a poet belonging to the Palestinian diaspora in NYC, who meets Moun, a free-spirited chess boards sales girl. Their brief love affair challenges their understanding of what makes home.”

Note: There are more LGBT films produced and directed by Israelis but I don’t recommend them. They pinkwash Israel’s violent acts towards Palestinians by diverting your attention and targeting the queer audience, in specific, to claims that Israel supports LGBTQ (lesbian, gay, bisexual, trans and queer) rights. 

The films usually depict a Palestinian struggling with their sexuality and their community’s rejection of their identity and a “free” Israeli that fall in love and Tel Aviv is the safe haven for their love. Basically using representation that Arabs are savage and Israelis are here to free us. 

Truth is there is no rainbow bedazzled hole in the Israeli West Bank Wall that allows you a free access to ‘freedom’ if your ass is queer. When they bomb Gaza they are bombing Palestinian including queers one. Besides the fact that they are killing us, this just shows their LGBTQ rights  (all their human rights) are just a show to divert your attention and this is effectively done through media including movies. This is why I do not recommend Israeli queer films depicting the Middle East.

This sign was placed on the edge of the main stage at Outside the Frame: Queers for Palestine Film Festival in San Francisco 

Ex’s and Oh’s

A BTS/Min Yoongi Fanfiction

Summary: When its over, its meant to be over; it should be finished, and you should move on. But when paths continue to cross, and the fires reignite, you’re going to need to prepare yourself to perish in the flames, because you’ll never make it out unscathed.

Type: Angst/Smut

Prologue

1 Week Ago

‘What do you mean ‘its over’?’

You watch as he raises his hand to his face, sighing heavily as he draws it over his features, the action stretching his face until he almost looked like someone else to you, before he hangs his head, and once again, Min Yoongi, the man you’d loved for the past 2 years, was stood, framed by your doorway.

‘Y/N…don’t make this any harder than it needs to be-‘

‘No…no…no, no, NO! Tell me what you mean! What do you mean by-‘

‘I mean…us…this is over, Y/N. You and me. …I can’t do it anymore.’

Maybe you were wrong…maybe it wasn’t your Yoongi stood before you at all.

Staring at him dumbly was all you could do, your mouth hanging open slightly allowing your shaky breaths to be audible in the silence that had come to hang between you both, holding the moment at a pause as he waits for you to respond to what he’d said. He swallows thickly, fisting and unfisting his hands at his sides, sighing quietly as he attempts to lift his eyes to yours, but all you can do is watch him, too caught up in the way your body was slowly turning numb.

Your ears begin to ring, and pinpricks run over your legs, spine, and arms, coming to a stop at your fingertips which begin to tingle before turning cold, but all the while this happens, you can only stare blankly at the stranger stood before you, the voice in your mind screaming for you to run away from the situation and not to let him see you break down…

…but you knew the second you shut the door on him…that that would be accepting that he was right.

‘Why?’ you ask, the second the word rasps brokenly from your chest making you wish you’d never spoken, but it was worth it to see the way he flinched at the sound, his hand immediately coming up to curl around his elbow as he seeks self-comfort, although it still takes a few seconds for his heart-breakingly beautiful, almost-black, irises to raise and meet your gaze.

‘Its not the same as it used to be. I’m too busy with work to be able to look after you properly and-‘

‘You don’t need to ‘look after’ me.’ You scoff, the move causing a tear that you hadn’t noticed building up at the corner of your eye to roll down your cheek, but the second your breath catches on your acknowledgement of it, you quickly swipe it away, blinking ferociously to try to catch anymore and missing the way he watches you battle with the inoffensive drops of moisture with an expression of helplessness.

‘…We’ve grown apart, Beaut-Y/N…I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have to.’ He murmurs, his own voice sounding slightly gravelly, and when you finally manage to raise your eyes to his, you see how drawn his expression was, the sadness leaking from his gaze feeling like it was crushing your chest, and causing the disbelieving thoughts to begin to enter your mind, feeding you denial.

‘It’s a bit late for that now, Yoongi.’

The sadistic part of you that had begun hurting inside, relished the pain that entered his gaze in response to your words, but it wasn’t enough with the way his hands fall back to his sides and he straightens up, instantly closing down as he senses your anger and hurt, and nodding his head as if he knew it really was over then.

‘I’m sorry it had to end like this-‘

No…you don’t get to be sorry, Yoongi. …Not when this is you running away…-like you always have done.’ You snap back, feeling your hands begin to shake and immediately clasping your arms around yourself so that he couldn’t see the way you were breaking down, whilst the logical part of your brain continues to try and convince you to step back into your apartment and shut the door so that you didn’t turn the situation into more of a mess than it had to be, the thought of any of your neighbors coming out to see the exchange being less and less of an issue in your mind as the ache in your chest increases.

‘Look…I just figured I’d say it to your face at least once. …but I really am…I’m sorry, Y/N-‘

‘Just…go, …Yoongi.’

It’s the silence that breaks you the most, the utterly definite, wholly confirming deafness that seems to clasp the situation you were in; stood before him, unable to touch him the same way after witnessing him say those words, and feeling your world draw to a point, quickly being sealed closed by the man stood staring back at you with guilt pouring from his eyes.

‘I-,’

You close your eyes against the words he tries to say; words that struggle to make it out of his mouth, and when they’re swallowed up by the silence that was choking you, you figure you would be safe, that you’d be able to make it back into your apartment before you fully break down and cry…

But that was before you felt the soft kiss that he touches to your forehead.

The shaky breath that escapes you as his hand slowly, ghostingly, falls away from the back of your neck where he’d held you in place is painfully audible in the space between you, and you don’t know if it was the sound of your heart breaking, or if it was the tenderness of the kiss, but before you know it the tears are falling without abandon from your eyes, and huge choking sobs are escaping you-

‘Goodbye, Y/N.’

-the sound of his footsteps falling away becoming smothered by the sound of your heart breaking.


Present Day

‘He’s here.’

The sound of your friend’s voice suddenly so close to your ear has you jolting to a stop half way through the song you’d been dancing to in the club the two of you had stumbled into only an hour ago. You’d been happily getting lost in the bodies that writhed all around you before she’d interrupted; drowning yourself in the smell of cheap perfume and body odor, the warm night that lingered in the doorway to the smoking area, and the stench of stale alcohol stained into the floor at your feet. Having your body react to all the stimuli had been a relief after the past week of complete numbness, the sudden burst of nervous response being close to an adrenaline rush when you’d first emerged yourself into the dance floor, and ever since you’d been completely consumed by the feeling of feeling.

That was up until you’d been interrupted.

‘Who’s here?’ you ask, half of you still not really paying any attention to your friend, Jisu, beside you as you continue to swing your hips to the illicit, suggestive beat of the music. But the voice in your head is immediately on full alert as soon as the word ‘He’ is spoken into your ear, causing your attention to heighten despite your attempt at an uncaring attitude.

He. …Yoongi. …I just saw him walk through the front door.’ She says, speaking clear as day into your ear so that you had no other choice but to hear what she said, and the clarity of understanding that came with the statement had your body rapidly freezing up as you finally open your eyes and turn to her, trying not to immediate scan the darkened room with its lights flashing repeatedly over completely unfamiliar faces, but failing miserably as you spout the first thing you could think of.

‘So? I don’t care.’

It would have been a good response…if you would have meant it.

The weakness of your voice and the way you stutter the words gives you away before your distracted expression, but even as Jisu goes to respond in what you assume was a supportive way- more than likely with an offer to leave- it was already too late.

Because there…staring at you as he perched on a bar stool over in the furthest corner of the room, …

…was the man who had broken your heart;

Yoongi.

(T.B.C)

Favor

Your weekly Sunday night oneshot based on the new episode! Spoilers below. 

Jon and Dany have another goodbye besides the one we see in the show. 

She knows she shouldn’t be going to his chambers, knows that there’s nothing she can say that will change his mind…but she has to try. 

Her feet travel of their own accord, mind spinning. stomach churning. She feels slightly ill and she doesn’t know why; it’s the same sick fear that’s hovered in her chest ever since Tyrion brought up the idea of a wight hunt in the first place and doubled when Jon volunteered to lead it. 

Come now, Daenerys. You can’t say that you like him now, after all that’s happened? He’s still your enemy. 

She shakes her head, even though there’s no one around to see her. Not an enemy. A friend. 

He has to be a friend, doesn’t he? Friends are people who smile when you smile, who make your heart fill with joy when you step into a room, and can make you laugh without trying. And Jon does that. She never realized it until now, never realized how much she might grow to love him until she might never see him again. 

She knows that it’s for the best. She was never supposed to like him, to see him as anything more than a subject. But here she is, outside his closed door, with her hand raised to knock and her heart in the back of her throat. 

She’s startled when the door opens and almost hits her in the face. Jon looks surprised to find her there, though she supposes that of course he would be. She’s almost surprised to be here herself. “Your Grace.”

“May I come in?”

He looks surprised, but waves her inside. “As you wish.”

She examines the room carefully-it’s spotless, as it was when he arrived. A trunk sits at the foot of his bed, packed and locked securely; there’s no other trace that he was here at all. Nothing to remember him by. He was only ever passing through anyway. He needed you, to fight in the wars to come. “You’re packed.”

He nods. “We need to leave soon, before the waves get too rough.” 

There’s a silence between them, not companionable like most of their silences are, but fraught with unspoken tension. He knows why she’s here. He must. “Lord Snow-”

He sighs, deeply. “I have to lead them, your Grace. I’m their king. I swore an oath to protect them.” He’s so beautiful in the light filtering in from the window, shining off his dark eyes and hair. 

Not for the first time, she wonders how it would feel loose and woven around her fingers. 

“Don’t you trust me?” He throws his words back at her. 

She nods. “I trust you. But I don’t trust the dead men. You must know how dangerous it is-”

“It’s always been dangerous, your Grace. It always will be. But that won’t change until we fight them, and I can’t fight two wars at once. If this is what it takes to convince Cersei-”

“How do you know she’ll even agree to meet? How do you know she’ll agree to an armistice?” 

She can pinpoint the exact moment he snaps. “Well, it’s better than staying here and doing nothing.” 

“You’re no good to them dead.”

He’s silent for a minute as he looks at her, with something like surprise in his eyes. “I wouldn’t think that you’d care.”

“Me neither.” But maybe I do. A little bit. She looks down at the ring on her finger, twisting it around nervously. She can see her reflection in the bright silver, in the white mother of pearl inlay and the tiny three headed dragon sigil cut into the back. “You’re not what I expected.” 

“People very rarely are. You’ve certainly found ways to surprise me, your Grace.” 

“You touched Drogon. Weren’t you frightened?”

He looks taken aback. “I didn’t mean to. It just…I don’t know how to explain it. I could just feel that he wouldn’t hurt me.”

“That would be a hard thing to explain to your sister.”

His smile looks unexpected-and genuine. “You’re the Dragon Queen. I’m sure you would find a way, if you set your mind to it. Like you’ll win the war against Cersei and get your throne.” He doesn’t say what she knows he’s thinking: if you don’t die in the one against the dead. 

Come to my coronation. I’ll save you a seat.” 

“Maybe I will.” For a moment he looks almost confused…and then he looks away from her, almost embarrassed. “You asked me, earlier, about what Ser Davos said-”

She interrupts him, even though all she wants to do is listen to him talk. She’d listen to the cadence of his voice for hours and hours, if only it would make him stay. “Don’t tell me now. You can tell me when we see each other next, whenever that might be.”

A faint smile plays across his features. “Hopefully sooner rather than later.”

“I’m counting on it.” She slips the ring off her finger and places it in his palm. It’s far bigger than hers but it’s warm and soft. He looks down at her in disbelief as she curls his fingers around it, holding it tightly. “Take this, please. As a token of my favor in the battles to come.”

His expression is unreadable, but there’s a look in his eyes that makes her wonder if he’s about to kiss her. “Your Grace-”

“I insist.” The words take a bit of effort to get out, because she’s not used to saying them. “Your Grace.” 

He’s still staring at her, almost mesmerized. “I don’t have anything to give you-”

“I didn’t ask for anything in return-”

He pulls her close suddenly, but tenderly, arms holding her in a tight embrace. She closes her eyes on reflex, breathing in the smell of him-the smell of furs and wood and wide open spaces she’s never seen before. And underneath all of it, there’s just a hint of snow. When she looks up at him in curiosity, his lips brush her forehead and she can feel herself tremble under his touch. “It’s not much, but…”

“It does the job.” She disentangles herself carefully and takes a step back, her hand feeling suddenly exposed without the ring. 

The distance between them stretches like a cavern, impassable. 

Until she finds herself looping an arm through his, looking straight ahead. “May I escort you downstairs?” 

“I believe that’s my job,” he says, and he smiles at her-a real smile, one that makes her world shine a little brighter and does nothing to put her fear at ease. But he’s dead set on it and there’s nothing she can do to change his mind. 

Yes, she’ll miss him when he’s gone. She can only pretend for so long, even to herself. 

Next week is going to end me, you guys. Really. 

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