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Amazon Original Kids Series Danger & Eggs Premieres June 30 on Prime Video in the US and UK

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All 13 episodes, created by Mike Owens and Shadi Petosky, and executive produced by Owens, Petosky, and Chris Hardwick, will feature the voice talent of comedians Aidy Bryant and Eric Knobel

Guest star voice talent includes Weird Al, Lori Petty, Charlyne Yi, Kate Micucci, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Jasika Nicole, Felicia Day, Jonah Ray, Angelica Ross, and Jazz Jennings

(NASDAQ: AMZN) — Amazon today announced its original animated kids series Danger & Eggs is scheduled to premiere on Friday, June 30 on Prime Video in the US and UK. Featuring the voice talent of comedians Aidy Bryant (Saturday Night Live) as D.D. Danger and Eric Knobel (Huge Theater) as Phillip, the series will also include guest star voice talent from Weird Al (Milo Murphy’s Law), Lori Petty (Tank Girl), Charlyne Yi (Knocked Up), Kate Micucci (Garfunkle and Oates), Mary Elizabeth Winstead (Scott Pilgrim), Jasika Nicole (Fringe), Felicia Day (Geek and Sundry), Jonah Ray (Nerdist, Mystery Science Theater), Angelica Ross (Her Story), and Jazz Jennings (I Am Jazz). Danger & Eggs is created by Mike Owens (Yo Gabba Gabba!, Animaniacs) and Shadi Petosky (Yo Gabba Gabba!, Mad) and executive produced by Owens, Petosky, and Chris Hardwick (Talking Dead, @midnight). The pilot, which was part of Amazon’s Fall 2015 pilot season and is rated 4.6 out of 5 stars by customers with 80% 5-star reviews, is now available to stream exclusively for Prime members via the Amazon Prime Video app for TVs, connected devices including Fire TV, mobile devices and online—Prime members can also download the pilot to mobile devices for offline viewing at no additional cost to their membership.

Danger & Eggs follows the endless adventures of a fearless, teal-haired girl named D.D. Danger (Aidy Bryant) and her ever cautious best friend, a giant talking egg named Phillip (Eric Knobel). As the daughter of world-renowned stunt daredevil, Roy Danger, D.D. is following in his footsteps and is always chasing her next big thrill. Luckily for her, Phillip is always there by her side with jerry-rigged safety mechanisms to make her thrill-seeking dreams come true. Together, they go in search of new adventures at their favorite spot, Chicken Paw Park, which is home to Philip’s mom Becky, a gargantuan chicken. The first season finds D.D. and Phillip meeting a raccoon with a thirst for technology, being sucked into a mysterious underground science lab, discovering a lonely robot in an overgrown garden, and taking on a famous zip line. Throughout their journey, they overcome obstacles with the “Buddy System” because even though they are polar opposites, their differences complement each other’s strengths and weaknesses to solve problems. Their Buddy System mantra says it all, “You look out for me and I’ll look out for you!”

“We are excited to introduce our first animated comedy for children ages 6-11 to our customers,” said Tara Sorensen, Head of Kids Programming at Amazon Studios. “We feel incredibly lucky to be working with the caliber of creative talent behind this series.”

“For us, the heart of Danger & Eggs is the friendship between Phillip and D.D. that proves you can face fear and danger and have a blast in the process because you are not alone,” said Mike Owens. Adds Shadi Petosky: "We can’t believe we get to take out our anxiety on a show–putting our inside voices into these characters and seeing if they stay friends.”

"I’ve been passionate about animation my whole life and to produce this series with my animation company fulfills a lifelong goal,” says Chris Hardwick, Executive Producer. "This show is funny, touching, and has incredible design–everything I’ve wanted to make.”

Below are what customers have said about the Danger & Eggs pilot:

  • “[My 8 year-old son] asked to watch this show at least four times! He loves it! I’ve watched it with him for at least three of those times.”
  • “As a father of a little girl with anxiety issues, I really appreciated Phillip’s portrayal. So often in cartoons there is shaming of nervousness or anxiety (ie: C'mon, don’t be a wimp) but in Danger and Eggs, Phillip is just there. He’s an anxious character and that’s ok.”
  • “My son loves this show! He’s 6 and says he loves the characters and finds them very funny. He loves the art style and how crazy and fun it is.”
  • “As a father of two young daughters, I was thrilled to see a show that revolves around a young girl going on playfully dangerous adventures without the need of an overly macho cohort saving her! Added points for the wonderful humor that is also incorporated for the older demographic without it being crude.”
  • “My 10-year-old daughter and I both loved it! She appreciates the subtle humor and animation of this show and said she wants to watch more!”

Danger & Eggs is part of Prime Video’s growing line-up of award-winning and critically-acclaimed Originals for kids and families. All 13 episodes from the series will be available to stream and enjoy using the Amazon Prime Video app for compatible TVs, connected devices, including Amazon Fire TV and mobile devices, or online at www.amazon.com/kidsoriginals, at no additional cost to their membership. Prime members can also download select titles to mobile devices for offline viewing. Eligible customers who are not already Prime members can sign up for a free trial at www.amazon.com/prime. For a list of all Amazon Video compatible devices, visit www.amazon.com/howtostream. Danger & Eggs is also available as part of Amazon FreeTime Unlimited, the all-you-can-eat subscription service designed from the ground up for kids. FreeTime Unlimited is available exclusively on Amazon devices, including Amazon Fire TV and Fire tablets, and a year-long subscription is included with every Fire Kids Edition.

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“It is done. He will never hurt anyone ever again.”

-          Jack, Samurai Jack (Season 5, Ep. 10)

This week’s Toonami Trending Rundown is a doublefeature for the weeks of May 20-21, 2017 as well as the Memorial Day weekend of May 27-28, 2017 as Toonami celebrated the long awaited finale of Samurai Jack.

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So, Prison Break will be back in a matter of hours.

And to a lot of you, that may mean nothing. 

But it means a hell of a lot to me.

Prison Break first aired when I was fourteen. I don’t remember much about the night itself, but what I do remember is kicking up a real fuss when my brothers outvoted me on the choice of programming, the two of them commandeering the TV remote and forcing me to watch the pilot of this new prison show instead of the episode of House that I had apparently very much wanted to watch at the time. After that night, though, House certainly never took precedence in my schedule ever again, because I had fallen hard for Prison Break in a way that I never had with a show before (or since), my soul already eagerly sold to it before the credits were even rolling on the first episode. 

For the next four years of my life, it was my obsession, my joy, my greatest love, the one thing I could talk endlessly about (particularly any part related to MiSa, my OTP of all OTPs), and the mere thought of which would always make me happy. It led me to my first fan forum, to amazing friends (who I am still in touch with to this day), and also brought me into the world of fanfiction, which in itself became (and remains) a hugely important part of my life. 

As it went on, the show not only taught me life lessons like sacrifice and making difficult decisions and taking responsibility for your actions; it also taught me about myself, and what I wanted and valued and believed. And, as with any show that truly pulls you in, the characters were always far more than just actors spouting lines– they were like family to me, and I celebrated and struggled and grieved with them through four incredible and traumatising seasons. I genuinely cried more tears for them and their pain than I ever did over anything else in my own (obviously very fortunate and privileged) life. 

The same year that Prison Break ended, I graduated high school and was accepted into medical school, a career that I had chosen for several very good reasons, not the least of which was because my still-forming teenage self had looked at Dr Sara Tancredi and had seen exactly the kind of woman I wanted to grow up to be. About five years after that, I was freshly graduated as a doctor, and finally got the chance to meet Went, Dom, and Sarah at my first Comic Con, and was able to thank them in person for the beautiful thing that they had helped create, and which– in Sarah’s case in particular, of course– had helped to create me. 

Today, I’m exactly a month shy of my twenty-sixth birthday, and have been a doctor for almost two and a half years, having even worked briefly in the prison system during that time, among many other things. I may not have the posters hanging on my wall anymore, and the cardboard box full of memorabilia and carefully folded cranes might be tucked away in a closet out of sight, but even still, this show has never left me. It’s in the “Be the change you want to see in the world” ring that I’ve worn every day for the last nine years. It’s in the tiny origami flower that has been tattooed on the back of my left ear since I was nineteen. It’s in the crane that was tattooed on my left wrist two years ago in Chicago, with those same old forum friends beside me, all coming together for the first time in our ten-year friendship to visit the city and the prison that had been the setting for the story that had brought us into each other’s lives. But even more than the marks on my skin, its mark is still inside me, a permanent building block in the foundation of who I am. 

In the last eight years, there’s only one thing about this show that I’ve always regretted, one thing that I have literally wished (on shooting stars, four-leaf clovers, birthday cakes, 11:11, dandelions– you name it, I’ve wished on it) that I could change. Of course, I know that happy endings don’t always exist; that reality is hard and cruel and whatever, so supposedly TV should be too. But that never stopped me from wishing that there could have been just one more happy ending out there to give to this story.

Then, about two years ago, something happened. Stars– both astronomical and celebrity– aligned. Whispers like ‘reboot’ and ‘season 5′ floated around, and then suddenly, startlingly, my dream had started looking like a possibility. A possibility that eventually turned into a miraculous definite, the confirmation followed by months of filming and promoting that I promptly did my very best to ignore or hide from, because I was convinced that if I thought about it too much– let myself hope too much– it would somehow all disappear again; would revert to being merely an elaborate fantasy that I’d concocted in my head, a silly fangirl’s headcanon to rectify her OTP’s heartbreak as well as her own.

But tonight, it’s all becoming real. Tonight, for the first time in eight years, I will turn on my TV and see my character-family again; will experience that old feeling afresh. And though there’s certainly always the chance that the new season will somehow be a disappointment, or will only add more pain, it’s a chance I’m so very willing to take.  

A chance that I’m so, so grateful even exists.

So, if you can, tune in tonight (9/8c on Fox). Even if you’ve never watched before, even if you think that frankly I’m probably just overhyping it and it’s actually nowhere near as great as I claim. Do it anyway, and show the network and showrunners that what they have done means something to the viewers out there– to the people like me, who got far more from this show than just a fascinating story, who might have been a very different person today if they’d managed to wrestle the TV remote off of their brothers on that one night a dozen years ago. And who knows; a success for Prison Break now, like with The X-Files and Gilmore Girls before it, could mean reboots– and therefore justice– for even more beloved shows down the line, and even more opportunities for other fans to re-experience the things that helped to shape them into who they are.

And, well, this moment may have been eight long years in the making– but whatever happens, it was worth it.

Undertale - Starter Sentences
  • SPOILER WARNINGS AHEAD! Please proceed with caution. As always, feel free to change any pronouns/words to your liking.
  • "You're new here, aren'tcha?"
  • "Golly, you must be so confused."
  • "Hey buddy, you missed some."
  • "Is this a joke? Are you braindead?"
  • "You just wanted to see me suffer."
  • "Ah, do not be afraid, my child."
  • "Welcome to your new home."
  • "Here, take my hand for a moment."
  • "I should not have left you alone for so long."
  • "Surprise! It is a butterscotch-cinnamon pie."
  • "I want you to have a nice time living here."
  • "I have seen it time and time again. They come. They leave. They die."
  • "I am only protecting you, do you understand?"
  • "Hmph. You are just like the others."
  • "Attack or run away!"
  • "I know you want to go home, but..."
  • "I promise I will take good care of you here. I know we do not have much, but... We can have a good life here."
  • "My expectations... My loneliness... My fear... For you, I will put them aside."
  • "Do not worry about me. Someone has to take care of these flowers."
  • "Quick, behind that conveniently-shaped lamp."
  • "I will bathe in a shower of kisses every morning."
  • "Hmm... Maybe this lamp will help you."
  • "He's playing poker by himself. He appears to be losing."
  • "I can't be your friend!"
  • "I guess this means I have to go out on a date with you?"
  • "All that pressure to succeed... Really got to her..."
  • "You know what would be more valuable to everyone? If you were dead."
  • "You think I'm gonna be friends with you, huh?"
  • "We're gonna be best friends!!"
  • "Envision these vegetables as your greatest enemy! Now!! Pound them to dust with your fists!!"
  • "Uh, you know, like a robotic TV star or something."
  • "Now he's an unstoppable killing machine with a thirst for human blood?"
  • "Yes, she scrawls her name in the margins of the notes. She names programming variables after her. She even writes stories of them together, sharing a domestic life. Probability of crush -- 101%."
  • "Yeah, you gotta save your money for college and spiders."
  • "D-Dude... I can't... I can't take this anymore! Not like this!! Like, [NAME]! I like... I like, LIKE you, bro!"
  • "I found a gun in the dumpster!"
  • "He's like, my robot husband. He just doesn't know it yet."
  • "You've still got time. Don't live like me. I'm 19-years old, and I've already wasted my entire life."
  • "Never interact with attractive people."
  • "Why do people find him so attractive? He's literally just a freaking rectangle."
  • "Future? What future? I'll probably be trapped at this stupid job forever."
  • "This was all just a big show. An act. [NAME] has been playing you for the fool the whole time."
  • "All so you would think she's the great person that she's not."
  • "Nice day today, huh? Birds are singing, flowers are blooming..."
  • "We could be like... Like a family..."
  • "You really are an idiot."
  • "Killing me is the only way to end this."
  • "If you let me live... I'll come back. I'll kill you. I'll kill everyone you love."
  • "Don't you realize that being nice... just makes you get hurt?"
  • "Let's go to the garbage dump!!"
  • "She's so confident... And strong... And funny..."
  • "I'm just a nobody. A fraud. All I've ever done is hurt people. I've told her so many lies, she thinks I'm... She thinks I'm a lot cooler than I actually am."
  • "If she gets close to me, she'll... She'll find out the truth about me. ... What should I do?"
  • "Let's roleplay it."
  • "I kiss her back... S...softly... I... l-look gently into her eyes... I START HOLLERING!! [NAME]!!! I LOVE YOU!!! [NAME]!!! KISS ME AGAIN, [NAME]!!!"
  • "...WHAT did you just say?"
  • "You don't have to lie to me. I don't want you to have to lie to anyone anymore."
  • "[NAME]... I want to help you become happy with who you are."
  • "Anime is real, RIGHT?!"
  • "[NAME] and I finished our training early. Very early. So I sent her home. Very home."
  • "Is that your ex? Gee, that's rough, buddy."
  • "OH MY GOD. Will you two just smooch already?!"
  • "It's all your fault. It's all because you made them love you."
  • "Your life will end here, where no one remembers you..."
  • "No! I don't need anyone!"
  • "[NAME]... Do you know why I keep doing this? Why I keep fighting to have you around?"
  • "I'm doing this... because you're special. You're the only one that understands me."
  • "I care about you, [NAME]. I care about you more than anyone else in the world."
  • "I'm not ready for this to end. I'm not ready to say goodbye to someone like you again."
  • "I'm so alone... I'm so afraid... [NAME], I... I... I'm so sorry."
  • "I always was a crybaby, wasn't I?"
  • "I wish I could tell you how everyone feels about you."
  • "I understand if you can't forgive me. I understand if you hate me. I acted so horrible. I hurt you. I hurt so many people. There's no excuse for what I've done."
  • "Maybe... The truth is... [NAME] wasn't really the greatest person."
  • "You're the type of friend I wish I always had."
  • "Take a deep breath. There's nothing left to worry about."
Every Nancy Drew game suspect ranked from worst to best.

Methodology: All rankings are personal taste. I only included characters that both had character models and were presented as suspects during the course of the narrative. Obviously, spoilers for every game.

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Praising Seungri

He is one of the most well rounded artist in kpop.  He sings, dances, composes, choreographs, produces (not a lot of people know that for his first mini album in 2011, Seungri co-produced and wrote six of the seven songs.
In his second album he composed and produced all the songs and he made it like in 2 or 3 weeks). Have you seen his behind the scenes stuff for his solo album? He virtually got no sleep and basically directed and choreographed both his music videos! 
Seungri usually choreograph his own solo songs and for bigbang too., he was the leader of his dancing team when he was only 13-14 and they were famous. And my opinion but the boy has the greatest precision I’ve ever seen in someone. Every single move is fucking done in time which is scary… really. Look at their concerts or when they dance and focus on the music notes and Seungri’s movements and it seems as if Seungri is marking the tempo of the music with his movements. IS GREAT. Not even Tae gets this hell of a precision. I think this is because Seungri is more musically sensible than others… my teachers would call it “musical ear”, it might explain even why in Bigbang they use him to harmonize but that’s another story….
The boy is creative, it shows in how he never or (usually never) needs a choreographer to make up his own steps… which I’m certain is related with his “musical precision”.
He is fully bilingual (korean and japanese, and I bet we need to wait a few years and he will be fluent in english too). Seungri is fantastic, the effort and enthusiasm he gives is much appreciated— He’s always determined to try his best and doesn’t care if he gets things wrong on the way because that’s how you learn ,did you ever see that bigbang alive toure video in  London where he spoke English but with a British accent? He makes every effort to connect with people all over the world and that is wonderful! He recently started to learn to speak chinese madarin too. 

He is regarded as YG’s variety ace, he is MC-ing his own japanese Tv shows. He keeps getting invited back to Japan to do TV shows and he has a good command of Japanese language and cultural nuances. At Bigbang concerts he is the one in charge for MC-ing and hyping up the crowds, and I can tell you all he takes his job very serious “ he talks a lot” ,https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hk-XeYDlcTE It works like this all the time . Which other kpop groups and other members can do this ? At music program rehearsals and concerts he can do the MC a stand up comedy on the stage just to entertain the fans and pull together the group all the time. During the whole Alive era World tour concerts Seungri was the one who recorded all the encore stages just for fans who cant be there can see it in every country and uploaded in youtube and in yg family concert he was doing the same he was so cute. No one else doing this in yg family. He just recently got into DJ -ing. He acted in dramas,films, and musicals too.
He has amazing business mind  regarding to his young age , he is the (CEO of 
“Seungri Academy” (he bought and expanded Plug In Music Academy + Joy Dance Academy) with his academy he helps kids that had big dreams like him to achieve something and to reach their goal. It still astounds me when I think about how Seungri left his hometown of Gwangju at the mere age of 14, and traveled to a big, unfamiliar city like Seoul, all on his own to pursue his dreams of being a singer. Seungri debuted in Bigbang when he was 15 years old lol.It’s interesting there are stil rookies that are debuting at the same age as his now. Winner Kim Jinwoo (he is just 1 years younger than Seungri) is from his academy , he mentored him and brought into YG 4 years ago. Most recently Seungri bought a coffee shop/cafe called 
"AND.Here"for his parents). 

And the  most important Seungri’s voice is… amazing… he’s got that  soft, sweet and sexy
voice, it’s simply beautiful and smooth  I love it .Seungri is very very talented and  he’s funny , smart and good looking too….. His confident maybe overflowing,but that’s how he grabs the hearts of VIPs and people around him.. He has that weird charm that you can’t help but come to like him eventually. (One of the best things about Seungri imo is that he has a lot of confidence in himself  but he’s always being uplifting towards the people around him. like he isn’t just all about himself, but he encourages everyone else to believe in themselves too. i just feel like he could really make anyone feel special and better about themselves.*)*(seungriseyno) 

he is into sports: he got aTaekwondo black belt before he debuted, his in to     Ju-Jitsu these days when he got a little free time he is rushing to the gym to practice,  Seungri is playing golf a lot with his friends too( his father was a pro golf player).   and football Maybe you don’t know that Seungri actually liked football since he is child. He even travel to Spain to watched football. he went to Valencia, Barcelona & Madrid with His close friend ‘Kimmy Lim’ -daughter of Peter Lim a Singaporean Tycoon & owner of Valencia FC-. Seungri & Kimmy Lim in Spain for 1 week, they spend their vacation traveling around Spain watching football. Seungri was actually a part of a club during his solo activities in Japan for years. Seungri must be so happy for being a part of the FC MEN is a celebrity football team because he appreciates and admires Junsu (Xia) a lot. Also, when Seungri was younger, he liked Junsu so much that he wrote Xia’s name in his PE uniform 

He is also really friendly with everyone!   and he loves his fans so much. ( * You always see him being the last to leave the stage it’s like he never gets tired of fans and he always greets rookies and those younger than him, and that time at MAMA when he moved all those tables so EXO could stand at the front and while everyone was focused on hyori during FB he moved tables so seohyun and hoyeon could dance too lee seunghyun is a sweetheat who tries to make people feel comfortable and doesn’t see himself as too good or too big to talk to anyone i love this man.)*(kyuuhyuna)  He can be super sweet. He can be manly. He can be cute.  He can be dorky.  Seungri brings the fun in Bigbang. If it is just the four of them in BB, I doubt they’ll be as entertaining as a group. The four if put together looks serious at times. But when you add in Seungri, he lifts up the mood in BB so much.

 People might not necessarily notice that behind Seungri’s mask of confidence he is also sensitive and kind hearted. I always know that behind his funny character there is a grown man. He dreams big and works hard for it.  "Never stop dreaming”. Perfectly describing Seungri from back then until now. .   I also believe he has a lot of untouched potential.  He is truly a musical artist that is constantly evolving and bettering his craft. And not only does he have the ability to do these things he does them really well. 

Columbine: Whose fault is it?
by Marilyn Manson

It is sad to think that the first few people on earth needed no books, movies, games or music to inspire cold-blooded murder. The day that Cain bashed his brother Abel’s brains in, the only motivation he needed was his own human disposition to violence. Whether you interpret the Bible as literature or as the final word of whatever God may be, Christianity has given us an image of death and sexuality that we have based our culture around. A half-naked dead man hangs in most homes and around our necks, and we have just taken that for granted all our lives. Is it a symbol of hope or hopelessness? The world’s most famous murder-suicide was also the birth of the death icon — the blueprint for celebrity. Unfortunately, for all of their inspiring morality, nowhere in the Gospels is intelligence praised as a virtue.

A lot of people forget or never realize that I started my band as a criticism of these very issues of despair and hypocrisy. The name Marilyn Manson has never celebrated the sad fact that America puts killers on the cover of Time magazine, giving them as much notoriety as our favorite movie stars. From Jesse James to Charles Manson, the media, since their inception, have turned criminals into folk heroes. They just created two new ones when they plastered those dipshits Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris’ pictures on the front of every newspaper. Don’t be surprised if every kid who gets pushed around has two new idols.

We applaud the creation of a bomb whose sole purpose is to destroy all of mankind, and we grow up watching our president’s brains splattered all over Texas. Times have not become more violent. They have just become more televised. Does anyone think the Civil War was the least bit civil? If television had existed, you could be sure they would have been there to cover it, or maybe even participate in it, like their violent car chase of Princess Di. Disgusting vultures looking for corpses, exploiting, fucking, filming and serving it up for our hungry appetites in a gluttonous display of endless human stupidity.

When it comes down to who’s to blame for the high school murders in Littleton, Colorado, throw a rock and you’ll hit someone who’s guilty. We’re the people who sit back and tolerate children owning guns, and we’re the ones who tune in and watch the up-to-the-minute details of what they do with them. I think it’s terrible when anyone dies, especially if it is someone you know and love. But what is more offensive is that when these tragedies happen, most people don’t really care any more than they would about the season finale of Friends or The Real World. I was dumbfounded as I watched the media snake right in, not missing a teardrop, interviewing the parents of dead children, televising the funerals. Then came the witch hunt.

Man’s greatest fear is chaos. It was unthinkable that these kids did not have a simple black-and-white reason for their actions. And so a scapegoat was needed. I remember hearing the initial reports from Littleton, that Harris and Klebold were wearing makeup and were dressed like Marilyn Manson, whom they obviously must worship, since they were dressed in black. Of course, speculation snowballed into making me the poster boy for everything that is bad in the world. These two idiots weren’t wearing makeup, and they weren’t dressed like me or like goths. Since Middle America has not heard of the music they did listen to (KMFDM and Rammstein, among others), the media picked something they thought was similar.

Responsible journalists have reported with less publicity that Harris and Klebold were not Marilyn Manson fans — that they even disliked my music. Even if they were fans, that gives them no excuse, nor does it mean that music is to blame. Did we look for James Huberty’s inspiration when he gunned down people at McDonald’s? What did Timothy McVeigh like to watch? What about David Koresh, Jim Jones? Do you think entertainment inspired Kip Kinkel, or should we blame the fact that his father bought him the guns he used in the Springfield, Oregon, murders? What inspires Bill Clinton to blow people up in Kosovo? Was it something that Monica Lewinsky said to him? Isn’t killing just killing, regardless if it’s in Vietnam or Jonesboro, Arkansas? Why do we justify one, just because it seems to be for the right reasons? Should there ever be a right reason? If a kid is old enough to drive a car or buy a gun, isn’t he old enough to be held personally responsible for what he does with his car or gun? Or if he’s a teenager, should someone else be blamed because he isn’t as enlightened as an eighteen-year-old?

America loves to find an icon to hang its guilt on. But, admittedly, I have assumed the role of Antichrist; I am the Nineties voice of individuality, and people tend to associate anyone who looks and behaves differently with illegal or immoral activity. Deep down, most adults hate people who go against the grain. It’s comical that people are naive enough to have forgotten Elvis, Jim Morrison and Ozzy so quickly. All of them were subjected to the same age-old arguments, scrutiny and prejudice. I wrote a song called “Lunchbox,” and some journalists have interpreted it as a song about guns. Ironically, the song is about being picked on and fighting back with my Kiss lunch box, which I used as a weapon on the playground. In 1979, metal lunch boxes were banned because they were considered dangerous weapons in the hands of delinquents. I also wrote a song called “Get Your Gunn.” The title is spelled with two n’s because the song was a reaction to the murder of Dr. David Gunn, who was killed in Florida by pro-life activists while I was living there. That was the ultimate hypocrisy I witnessed growing up: that these people killed someone in the name of being “pro-life.”

The somewhat positive messages of these songs are usually the ones that sensationalists misinterpret as promoting the very things I am decrying. Right now, everyone is thinking of how they can prevent things like Littleton. How do you prevent AIDS, world war, depression, car crashes? We live in a free country, but with that freedom there is a burden of personal responsibility. Rather than teaching a child what is moral and immoral, right and wrong, we first and foremost can establish what the laws that govern us are. You can always escape hell by not believing in it, but you cannot escape death and you cannot escape prison.

It is no wonder that kids are growing up more cynical; they have a lot of information in front of them. They can see that they are living in a world that’s made of bullshit. In the past, there was always the idea that you could turn and run and start something better. But now America has become one big mall, and because of the Internet and all of the technology we have, there’s nowhere to run. People are the same everywhere. Sometimes music, movies and books are the only things that let us feel like someone else feels like we do. I’ve always tried to let people know it’s OK, or better, if you don’t fit into the program. Use your imagination — if some geek from Ohio can become something, why can’t anyone else with the willpower and creativity?

I chose not to jump into the media frenzy and defend myself, though I was begged to be on every single TV show in existence. I didn’t want to contribute to these fame-seeking journalists and opportunists looking to fill their churches or to get elected because of their self-righteous finger-pointing. They want to blame entertainment? Isn’t religion the first real entertainment? People dress up in costumes, sing songs and dedicate themselves in eternal fandom. Everyone will agree that nothing was more entertaining than Clinton shooting off his prick and then his bombs in true political form. And the news — that’s obvious. So is entertainment to blame? I’d like media commentators to ask themselves, because their coverage of the event was some of the most gruesome entertainment any of us have seen.

I think that the National Rifle Association is far too powerful to take on, so most people choose Doom, The Basketball Diaries or yours truly. This kind of controversy does not help me sell records or tickets, and I wouldn’t want it to. I’m a controversial artist, one who dares to have an opinion and bothers to create music and videos that challenge people’s ideas in a world that is watered-down and hollow. In my work I examine the America we live in, and I’ve always tried to show people that the devil we blame our atrocities on is really just each one of us. So don’t expect the end of the world to come one day out of the blue — it’s been happening every day for a long time.

MARILYN MANSON (1999)

Why Destiel is the most tragically beautiful (and canon) love story on television:

1.  They met in the most romantically epic way possible.

Cas wasn’t even supposed to be a main character when he was introduced – I’m serious, he was initially supposed to have a six-episode arc and then be killed off.  I find that surprising, because his relationship with Dean almost immediately became one of the most complex and meaningful on the show.

First of all, Cas met Dean by pulling him out of hell (and in the process, literally marking him on as his own.  You will never convince me that the hand-print wasn’t some angelic way of calling dibs).  But seriously, is that not some of the most romantic shit you’ve ever heard?

For one thing, it immediately establishes that no matter what happens, whether he’s a leviathan or a human or high on black goo and claiming to be God, Cas will always be the angel that gripped Dean tight and raised him from perdition. That in and of itself immediately gives them a bond that simply can’t be taken away or replaced (Sorry, Amara). 

Cas evidently holds Dean to an equally high regard, considering that he rebelled against hundreds of thousands of years of strict programming for Dean literally weeks after he met him.  For this, Cas was dragged back to heaven and tortured back into submission, only to revolt AGAIN after spending virtually five minutes alone with Dean, and ultimately literally dying for him immediately afterwards. 

2.  Dean loves Cas unconditionally.

I’m going to say it.  Dean is very, very bad at expressing his feelings towards people.  Personally, I blame it on his upbringing.

But whether Cas knows it or not, Dean obviously cares for him no matter what: After his release of the leviathans, for example, Dean was angry at Cas for a long time, but his feelings for him never diminished.  Just look at his face after his initial submergence into the lake. 

Let alone the fact that after Cas’s supposed death, Dean fell into a depression similar to the one he suffered after his excursion to hell in season four, complete with all the binge-drinking and insomnia. 

And the fact that he kept Cas’s trench coat afterwards, even though at that point, he never expected to see him again. 

Then look at Dean’s face after he sees Cas alive again for the first time.  So many frickin’ emotions.

Of course, that doesn’t stop him from giving him a quick, completely platonic, “eye-fuck for luck” literally moments afterwards. 

Finally, at the end of season seven, we have this infamous line. 

Then we have season eight, one of the most Destiel-heavy seasons of them all.  First and foremost, we have the fact that Dean refuses to leave purgatory without Cas, and spends almost a year looking for him. 

Even better is the passionate, completely platonic “bro-hug” he gives him, complete with lots of unnecessary touching. 

3.  To Cas, Dean is unambiguously the single most important thing in the world.

We’ve already established that Cas pulled Dean out of hell and then fell for him very, very quickly, but let’s take a look at what he’s done afterwards:

For one thing, there is nothing Cas won’t risk, give up, or endure for Dean’s sake.  Heck, by the end of season five, he’s already exploded for him.  Twice. 

In season six, Cas’s number one priority appears to be keeping Raphael from freeing Lucifer and Michael and re-starting the apocalypse, but by the end of the season, it’s clear where his true priorities lie.

And then we have season seven.  This was a dark time for everyone, and there wasn’t nearly enough Destiel (or Cas, for that matter) for my liking, but we do have some pretty telling, poignant little tidbits, like this one.

Or the fact that Cas had basically sworn off fighting until he realized that Dean was going to be putting himself in danger fighting the leviathan alone.

We’ve already covered that season eight had absolutely no chill, but most importantly, it had Naomi, who appeared to understand that Castiel’s love for Dean would be the greatest obstacle in maintaining her control over him.  

But even after forcing him to slaughter countless copies of Dean, Cas STILL refused to follow through with the real thing. 

In season nine, we see Cas give up an entire army of angels to ensure Dean’s well-being, and Metatron, while possibly TV’s biggest asshole since Joffrey, was surprisingly adept at revealing what Cas’s priorities were at.  From his love for…”Humanity,” to the real reason why he’d rallied the angels to begin with. 

In season ten, we didn’t have nearly enough interactions between Dean and Cas, but what we did get was pure, heart-breaking gold.  First and foremost, we have the fact that Cas basically told Dean straight-up that he planned on staying by his side for the rest of eternity, even if he became a mass-murdering demon.

Next, we have the fact that Cas was literally prepared to be brutally killed by Dean just to avoid having to fight him.

And more subtly, we have this interaction with Metatron.  Keep in mind that by this point, Metatron has caused Cas an insane amount of suffering: from stealing his grace, to his months of homelessness, to alienating him from his entire family/species.  But literally all Cas is angry about is the fact that Metatron hurt Dean.  

Lastly, we have the fact that whenever something Cas does goes horribly wrong, from letting out the leviathans to indirectly causing all the angels to fall from heaven, his first instinct is to apologize.  To Dean. 

And if that doesn’t work, well.  There’s always this.

It is sad to think that the first few people on earth needed no books, movies, games or music to inspire cold-blooded murder. The day that Cain bashed his brother Abel’s brains in, the only motivation he needed was his own human disposition to violence. Whether you interpret the Bible as literature or as the final word of whatever God may be, Christianity has given us an image of death and sexuality that we have based our culture around. A half-naked dead man hangs in most homes and around our necks, and we have just taken that for granted all our lives. Is it a symbol of hope or hopelessness? The world’s most famous murder-suicide was also the birth of the death icon – the blueprint for celebrity. Unfortunately, for all of their inspiring morality, nowhere in the Gospels is intelligence praised as a virtue.

A lot of people forget or never realize that I started my band as a criticism of these very issues of despair and hypocrisy. The name Marilyn Manson has never celebrated the sad fact that America puts killers on the cover of Time magazine, giving them as much notoriety as our favorite movie stars. From Jesse James to Charles Manson, the media, since their inception, have turned criminals into folk heroes. They just created two new ones when they plastered those dipshits Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris’ pictures on the front of every newspaper. Don’t be surprised if every kid who gets pushed around has two new idols.

We applaud the creation of a bomb whose sole purpose is to destroy all of mankind, and we grow up watching our president’s brains splattered all over Texas. Times have not become more violent. They have just become more televised. Does anyone think the Civil War was the least bit civil? If television had existed, you could be sure they would have been there to cover it, or maybe even participate in it, like their violent car chase of Princess Di. Disgusting vultures looking for corpses, exploiting, fucking, filming and serving it up for our hungry appetites in a gluttonous display of endless human stupidity.

When it comes down to who’s to blame for the high school murders in Littleton, Colorado, throw a rock and you’ll hit someone who’s guilty. We’re the people who sit back and tolerate children owning guns, and we’re the ones who tune in and watch the up-to-the-minute details of what they do with them. I think it’s terrible when anyone dies, especially if it is someone you know and love. But what is more offensive is that when these tragedies happen, most people don’t really care any more than they would about the season finale of Friends or The Real World. I was dumbfounded as I watched the media snake right in, not missing a teardrop, interviewing the parents of dead children, televising the funerals. Then came the witch hunt.

Man’s greatest fear is chaos. It was unthinkable that these kids did not have a simple black-and-white reason for their actions. And so a scapegoat was needed. I remember hearing the initial reports from Littleton, that Harris and Klebold were wearing makeup and were dressed like Marilyn Manson, whom they obviously must worship, since they were dressed in black. Of course, speculation snowballed into making me the poster boy for everything that is bad in the world. These two idiots weren’t wearing makeup, and they weren’t dressed like me or like goths. Since Middle America has not heard of the music they did listen to (KMFDM and Rammstein, among others), the media picked something they thought was similar.

Responsible journalists have reported with less publicity that Harris and Klebold were not Marilyn Manson fans – that they even disliked my music. Even if they were fans, that gives them no excuse, nor does it mean that music is to blame. Did we look for James Huberty’s inspiration when he gunned down people at McDonald’s? What did Timothy McVeigh like to watch? What about David Koresh, Jim Jones? Do you think entertainment inspired Kip Kinkel, or should we blame the fact that his father bought him the guns he used in the Springfield, Oregon, murders? What inspires Bill Clinton to blow people up in Kosovo? Was it something that Monica Lewinsky said to him? Isn’t killing just killing, regardless if it’s in Vietnam or Jonesboro, Arkansas? Why do we justify one, just because it seems to be for the right reasons? Should there ever be a right reason? If a kid is old enough to drive a car or buy a gun, isn’t he old enough to be held personally responsible for what he does with his car or gun? Or if he’s a teenager, should someone else be blamed because he isn’t as enlightened as an eighteen-year-old?

America loves to find an icon to hang its guilt on. But, admittedly, I have assumed the role of Antichrist; I am the Nineties voice of individuality, and people tend to associate anyone who looks and behaves differently with illegal or immoral activity. Deep down, most adults hate people who go against the grain. It’s comical that people are naive enough to have forgotten Elvis, Jim Morrison and Ozzy so quickly. All of them were subjected to the same age-old arguments, scrutiny and prejudice. I wrote a song called “Lunchbox,” and some journalists have interpreted it as a song about guns. Ironically, the song is about being picked on and fighting back with my Kiss lunch box, which I used as a weapon on the playground. In 1979, metal lunch boxes were banned because they were considered dangerous weapons in the hands of delinquents. I also wrote a song called “Get Your Gunn.” The title is spelled with two n’s because the song was a reaction to the murder of Dr. David Gunn, who was killed in Florida by pro-life activists while I was living there. That was the ultimate hypocrisy I witnessed growing up: that these people killed someone in the name of being “pro-life.”

The somewhat positive messages of these songs are usually the ones that sensationalists misinterpret as promoting the very things I am decrying. Right now, everyone is thinking of how they can prevent things like Littleton. How do you prevent AIDS, world war, depression, car crashes? We live in a free country, but with that freedom there is a burden of personal responsibility. Rather than teaching a child what is moral and immoral, right and wrong, we first and foremost can establish what the laws that govern us are. You can always escape hell by not believing in it, but you cannot escape death and you cannot escape prison.

It is no wonder that kids are growing up more cynical; they have a lot of information in front of them. They can see that they are living in a world that’s made of bullshit. In the past, there was always the idea that you could turn and run and start something better. But now America has become one big mall, and because of the Internet and all of the technology we have, there’s nowhere to run. People are the same everywhere. Sometimes music, movies and books are the only things that let us feel like someone else feels like we do. I’ve always tried to let people know it’s OK, or better, if you don’t fit into the program. Use your imagination – if some geek from Ohio can become something, why can’t anyone else with the willpower and creativity?

I chose not to jump into the media frenzy and defend myself, though I was begged to be on every single TV show in existence. I didn’t want to contribute to these fame-seeking journalists and opportunists looking to fill their churches or to get elected because of their self-righteous finger-pointing. They want to blame entertainment? Isn’t religion the first real entertainment? People dress up in costumes, sing songs and dedicate themselves in eternal fandom. Everyone will agree that nothing was more entertaining than Clinton shooting off his prick and then his bombs in true political form. And the news – that’s obvious. So is entertainment to blame? I’d like media commentators to ask themselves, because their coverage of the event was some of the most gruesome entertainment any of us have seen.

I think that the National Rifle Association is far too powerful to take on, so most people choose Doom, The Basketball Diaries or yours truly. This kind of controversy does not help me sell records or tickets, and I wouldn’t want it to. I’m a controversial artist, one who dares to have an opinion and bothers to create music and videos that challenge people’s ideas in a world that is watered-down and hollow. In my work I examine the America we live in, and I’ve always tried to show people that the devil we blame our atrocities on is really just each one of us. So don’t expect the end of the world to come one day out of the blue – it’s been happening every day for a long time.

[TRANS/ALBUM] EXO Vol. 3 EX’ACT: Lucky One Ver. - Chen Interview Cut

Note: This interview is translated from the Chinese Ver. as both versions contain the same interview! However, we apologize for any possible inaccuracies in the case that anything was lost in the KOR-CHI translation.

Appendix H
Interview EX’ACT #8

- Chen -
Keywords: music, choice, midnight

If you had to compare EXO to a movie, what type of movie would it be? What genre would your life story be under?
EXO would be an idol movie about a young person in their 20’s (t/n: idol movie is a type of movie in which the director casts idols purposely because of their existing popularity). Every member is full of energy, and happy things often happen to us. When the members laugh together, sleep together, and go through sad times together, it’s almost like we’re filming these scenes for an idol movie about youthful times. As for my life, uh, before it could have been a very regular and ordinary documentary, I guess. My life before I started music was really dull. Since entering the music industry, my personality has also changed a lot, like changing from a documentary into a youthful idol movie.

Is there a lyric you particularly like?
I like simple, honest lyrics. In , there’s a verse that goes “Both (t/n: existing) in that same time, the moment where we became one, I am the lucky one” (t/n: possible inaccuracies due to lyrics being translated straight from interview). I think this part is pretty good, it talks about how that particular moment is a lucky one, you know? Compared to just saying “our meeting was destined to be”, this type of expression is better.

What time and space do you like best in your day?
I like midnight. From 11:59:59 PM, there is only a difference of one second until the second day, which is really interesting. I haven’t moved, and nothing has changed, but at midnight, something magical happens and the world moves onto a new day. Similarly, turning one year older is strange in that way. There isn’t one space that I like in particular…how should I say this? What I like is not the physical space itself, but rather the atmosphere it has. I like gentle, quiet atmospheres and vintage spaces, not modern and stiff places. The charm of vintage spaces really makes people comfortable.

Familiarity or unfamiliarity, which one do you prefer?
I like familiarity. For people around me and the environment that I’m in, I prefer familiarity, but also like unfamiliarity. When I’m in a sphere that I like, and I’m trying something new, for example, if I try a different style of music that I haven’t been exposed to before, I like the foreign-ness that comes with trying new things.

Is there anything or any situation that makes you reminisce on the past?
Recently, a lot of TV programs have been making me think about the past, like programs that rearrange old songs (t/n: for example, Sugarman where he and Chanyeol were recent guests). Listening to these songs that hold memories for me makes me think about what happened before. For example, I’ll think about how I listened to popular ballads and songs by previous senior idol groups. I think about how at the time when DBSK seniors debuted, I was still an elementary schooler that didn’t understand much, just knew that I liked them a lot. I think about these small stories.

Is there anything you’ve always been curious about?
I think it would be songs. Ah, or should I say, music. I don’t just like singing. I also like music itself. I hope that from now on, I can expose myself to more genres of music and challenge myself in different spheres.

Past, present, and future. To you, which one is the most important?
The present. The me today shapes the future me. I don’t want to change the past. The past is something that once it’s in the past, I won’t return to. Because the past me builds the present me, it also produces the future me. But how you build the future depends on today and the present, which is why I think the present is the most important.

For some things, the more time that has passed, the better. For other things, the newer the better. What do you have to say about this?
The things that get better with time are connections. Of course, meeting someone for the first time, accumulating experiences, and deepening the relationship, I think positively about these things. But when I meet people, I really pay attention to whether or not I can have a long-lasting relationship with them because spending time with people I have a long relationship with makes my heart feel comfortable (t/n: makes me feel satisfied, happy). I like to see what I should learn through trying new things. Recently, I sang with Chanyeol in a music show (t/n: Sugarman), it was really refreshing. I knew early on that Chanyeol is good at singing and has a very unique talent and natural ability for music, but when we sang a duet together, I could feel that talent directly. It was very refreshing. So, if I have a chance in the future, I want to work with more artists. Just like the time that I sang with Chanyeol, I get inspired from seeing the talent of other artists.

If you could have one dream come true, what would it be?
I wish to stand on stage and sing a self-composed, self-written song.

In your daily life, do you ever feel like you are perfect?
Since I started working, I have not once felt that. There’s always something that I regret, something that I’m not completely satisfied with. Ah, a few days ago on Parents’ Day, it felt perfect to be with my family.

When do you feel like the day is too short?
After I’ve slept in. But when I’m busy, it feels like the day is very long.

When do you think the sky is most beautiful?
Bright blue skies, when there is not a single cloud in the sky. A bright clear day makes me feel good.

What human invention (t/n: meaning anything that came about due to human existence) do you think is the greatest?
I think it would be culture. Including music, painting, and other types of art, our lives are more abundant because of culture. If there was no culture, clothing, food, coffee…who would think to make coffee? Same thing with the clothing we wear? People who created culture, including living style and art, really are great.

What tangible thing has the most value to you?
That would be my family. My family members are the most precious people to me. I feel a different type of belonging, gratefulness, and closeness with my parents who let me live until now, as compared to EXO.

You feel the most accomplished when you are waiting for…?
I am waiting for a lot of things. Out of those, the one that makes me feel most accomplished and happy is coming out with an album after recording tracks. Waiting during this time makes me a little restless. Thinking about what could have gone wrong during the process, fearing that the quality of the album won’t be good. After the album comes out, there’s always a part that I’m not satisfied with. But still, coming out with an album makes me feel very proud.

When you feel like a mess, do you have any tips for changing your attitude and adapting a shining spirit?
I purposely go to the practice room to refresh my spirit. In the practice room, I sing whatever I want, and gradually, I feel happier. It works!

What is your life’s compass?
I believe more in myself. Bear responsibility for what you choose for yourself until the end. I don’t want to regret my choices, so I am cautious when I make decisions. I ask people for their opinions, but in the end, I make the judgment myself, which is why I would say that my life compass is myself.

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Sabriel and the Stars

When everything was first created Gabriel had always believed his Father had created the stars as a gift for angels. They could actually touch them but humans never could. He believed when he was little about the stars being special. Michael never appreciated them, neither did Raphael, Lucifer understood, he even looked up with him sometimes. Gabriel would always miss his brother back then. Humans had their reasons for them being there and had their theories about what they were. Burning balls of gas. What most people never knew it angels connected to stars in so many ways. Shooting stars were actually angels falling from Heaven, not always though, most of them were just some angels flying too fast to carry out orders. When angels died they sometimes became stars. It was one of the reasons his older brother was called The Morningstar. When mankind first began and even after Dad left and Heaven went to shit, after he ran away to hide and missed the good days with his brothers, Gabriel still believed stars were God’s greatest gift.

No matter where he was, whether the North, or South, desert or ocean, he always took the time to stare up at the sky and enjoy how lovely it all was. Gabriel’s mind never changed, until one day when, during his long and drawn out witness protection program of pranks and Trickster schemes, he drew in 6 feet of concentrated Winchester. When Gabriel first saw him, sure he had been attracted to the younger, but taller, Winchester. He was cute, sparkling green eyes that changed color and brown hair that would get longer and longer every time Gabriel saw him.

He hadn’t really thought much of Sam until he listened in on him praying. All the shit he had been through in his life and the boy still prayed. Gabriel had listened in and felt his soul even if Sam never knew. 

He could admit he developed a kind of soft spot for the kid. During Mystery Spot, teaching Sam a lesson in the only way he knew how had made Gabriel feel like a complete jerk after seeing Sammy cry so many times. He hadn’t meant to be so bad to him but he had and Sam had been pissed. TV Land always made Gabriel cringe a little. He had hit Sam in the junk with a metal ball and put him in a Herpes commercial. Then turning him into a car and being left there while it poured water. He had heard Sam’s thoughts, heard the thinking and the pain in his mind. He heard Sam’s thoughts as Sam laid in bed that night trying to make sense of it. Dean had never believed in angels and now, knowing that they had ran into one of the four biggest angels in the angelic loony bin years earlier had rocked Sam’s -and Dean’s- foundations for a good while. Even if they never said anything about it to one another. 

Gabriel figured out he cared more about Sam than he wanted to when he was willing to shiv his own brother so they could get away. He had watched Sam’s back as it had ran out the door, knowing he would never see him again. He had recorded a secret portion of the DVD he hoped Sam would find. When Gabriel was dying in his brother’s arms. His eyes held pain, betrayal, and guilt. When he died, he thought of two things: the stars and Sam. The stars had been God’s first creation Gabriel had ever loved, cherished, and appreciated. Sam had been the second.

When he woke up years later in a hospital in Australia he had been amazed and very confused. He knew he had died but he couldn’t remember anything after. The nurses had said he had been in a coma for about four years. He had just showed up there one day. The only clue he had to his second chance was a note someone had left on the bed. All it said was “Go to him.” Gabriel knew immediately who had sent it. Nurses had even confirmed a man in his 30s or 40s had come in mere minutes before Gabe had woken up. They hadn’t caught his name but Gabe didn’t need it. He simply said “Thanks Dad.” to the sky as he had walked out, ready and healed. It still took him months to find Sam anyway. Sam was at this bunker as they called it. He had nearly crushed him when he had hugged Gabriel, and Gabe would’ve let him. The guy didn’t know how to stop growing. Longer hair, tall as fuck, then man was gorgeous. The first time they exchanged “I love you"s Gabe had cried.

It was only years later when they could settle down and they could have regular, relaxing lives did Gabriel discover the third gift God could ever bless him with. That gift was 8 lbs 10 ozs at birth (damn Moose genetics) and it was named Mary Winchester, after Sam and Dean’s mom. She had Sam’s long hair, Gabriel’s golden eyes, the intelligence of Einstein, and a mischievous smile that lit up their world. Tucking their baby girl into bed every night, listening to the love of his life sing her lullabies, watching Mary use her wings for the first time to prank her Uncle Dean, Gabriel wouldn’t have missed a single minute if Heaven had begged him to. He taught Mary about the stars, making sure she took some time to appreciate them like he did. And on some nights when it was warm and clear enough, Gabriel would set down a blanket, hold Mary in his arms, have Sam’s arms wrapped around them both, and all three of them would watch the stars until both of them were exhausted.

God had given Gabriel three gifts in his life, the stars to give him hope, Sam to give him love, and Mary to give him strength. God’s three greatest gifts were all his and he wouldn’t have traded them for anything.

015. 5SOS Preferences: Famous Ex

Once again, i don’t know how I feel over these. I’m on the fence.

ASHTON

He had been writing songs about you before you two even met. The sunkissed beauty always featured in the stupid ‘stars: they’re just like us’ snippets, the bold cherub eyes that fluttered in the Neutrogena commercials, right at him, before splashing refreshing water over your flawless skin. You were something of a dream woman to Ashton and he had your picture framed in the back of his mind before 5 Seconds of Summer ever took off. It wasn’t until he started seeing a blur of you in real life, your buttered arms passing by in a haze of hues backstage at events, that he realized you were human and within his grasp (even if out of his league). The problem was you were no longer simply famous for being the granddaughter of two television legends or a sitcom princess yourself now, you were blowing up blogs and often magazine websites daily for your very tumultuous relationship with another grandchild of a legend, Steven R McQueen. 

“I could fucking kill him.” Sat next to you, Ashton was glaring off to the side over the sea of people in the audience of the Teen Choice Awards. He was sitting between you and Calum while you had two cast mates from your sitcom, Forget Frank, on your other side. 

Everyone seemed to think they knew everything about your relationship with Steven, you had heard it all from a handful of sources, but few people actually knew the truth. Ashton was one of those few people. You had been reluctant to date him as he introduced himself to you on the NBC lot only a month after things ended (badly) with Steven and you didn’t feel at all ready, but you reconsidered since he agreed to move at a snail’s pace with you. It was three weeks into being with Ashton when you flew out to Toronto to visit him and when you walked into the hotel found him a blubbering drunk mess. The next morning, he had to beg you to talk to him, so you chose then to lie down beside him, clothed under the comfort of the hotel bed spread, and explain that Steven had become such a hard partier during the last six months of your two year relationship that he became a mega asshole. He would drink himself into a state of oblivion, destroy your verbally, trash your home and hotel rooms, and then expect you to deal with it all in the morning. You explained that you had broke up with Steven once before you two were actually done for good, but he had broken into your place and insisted that you two get back together, threatening to leak the racy photos you had once sent him as well as a video of you naked in the shower he had taken. Ashton knew the truth and now it felt like torture for him to be sitting only mere feet away from your ex who had caused you a good amount of mental damage.

“Don’t even look that way.” You mumbled, reaching up and adjusting the hat on Ashton’s head before locking your hand in his and holding it on top of your bare knee, your cocktail length dress showing enough leg that Ashton had panted when he first saw you.

It seemed every commercial break, you had to tilt Ashton’s face away from Steven’s direction. The imprint of hate from Ashton’s glare practically imprinted on the back of Steven’s head now. Your ex had brought his own date, a peroxide blond who looked like she wasn’t a part of the twelve step program he swore to you that he was in, but you tried not to think about it. You were with Ashton now and you were happy, Steven was just a part of your history and you would happily leave him there where he belonged.

Ashton’s grip tightened on yours, lifting up both your hands together to kiss your knuckles, as the category for Best Summer Song was being read. Sure, it was just a Teen Choice Award, but it was their first nomination and it was exciting to be up for anything. Ashton would have been just as anxious if their category was Greatest Twitcam.

On stage, Taissa Farmiga along with Taylor Lautner, read out ‘She Looks So Perfect – 5 Seconds of Summer’ and practically cued the song to play overhead as the mad screaming around you began with applause. Ashton had pumped your fists outward together and leaned in to kiss you before standing up to follow the boys on stage.

Proud of him, you were grinning from ear to ear as you watched him on the big screen following Calum, high fiving others as they made it to stage. It wasn’t until he was passing by the large section where the whole cast of The Vampire Diairies was sitting that remembered he would pass right by Steven’s aisle seat. Steven reached out his hand, but Ashon very obviously backed away, shooting him the middle finger and shaking his head.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” He told the actor, sheer poison oozing from his formerly beaming eyes. “I’ll fucking kill you.” Ashton said once more before jogging up the steps to the microphone, a smile on his face. 

It wasn’t until it became the most GIFed moment of the night that you realized exactly what Ashton had said, sparking a Twitter feud between Vampire Diairies fans an 5SOS fans everywhere.

CALUM

“Do you think he’s funnier than me?” His head had been resting on your shoulder while you were drifting to sleep on the long flight from Australia to New York. Your eyes slowly opened and you glanced over at Calum with his white earbuds in his ears, the screen in front of him playing Meet the Millers. Neither you or Calum thought you two would take off and it seemed like nobody else did either. You were going to just be a last minute end of summer fling, but that was almost a year ago and you were still attached to the hip. He had managed to curb his horndog ways and only had eyes and hands for you now while you had cut off your loose ends on account of being completely wrapped up in the doe-eyed Australian boy. However, there was one thing that Calum had yet to grow comfortable with and that was your ex. Will Poulter. He was a fan of Will himself before he was jokingly Googling you and found all the images of a much younger you and a much younger Will wandering around the UK together, hand in hand, and sharing your first kisses with one another. He hadn’t any idea you two were ever a thing, meeting through both guest starring on the same daytime soap opera.

“No.” You answered, knowing it was the only thing you could say. Will was hilarious and so was Calum, you never put them on a scale against one another.

“So, he never made you laugh?” Pulling out one earbud and lifting his head from your shoulder, Calum pressed for more information.

“No, he did. Of course, he did.” You rolled your sleepy eyes back, thinking of hundreds of different times that Will nearly split your sides open from cracking so many jokes or doing such on point impressions. He was Will Poulter after all. “You’re both very funny, Calum.” Simply, you grumbled. This wasn’t the first time you two had had a conversation like this, it was always Calum who started it though.

“I wouldn’t break up with him. I don’t know how you could move on from him. He’s awesome.” He mumbled, picking up his earphone off of his chest and pushing it back into his vacant ear. That was how Calum always tried to look at it. You used to be with someone that he really liked, but he couldn’t ignore the flipside of the coin either. You used to be with someone that he felt was way more talented than he was. Will was a master of his craft while Calum still felt like the same idiot with a guitar in his basement that he had been a few years ago. He was just a jack convincing a kingdom he had talent while Will truly did. He had convinced himself that one day you figure out what a loser he was and leave him, probably for Will or someone even more talented.

Calum concentrated on the film he had seen a handful of times before, his head back on your shoulder as you started to drift off again.

“Do you keep in touch with him?” After laughing at a joke in the movie, he asked, his eyes hypnotized by the screen’s blue glow.

“A bit.” You weren’t going to lie to Calum. Will reached out to ask how you were on occasion or to congratulate you whenever he heard you landed a role or an audition. Your career hadn’t blossomed yet, but you were on the list of a lot of different director’s in the UK as someone to watch out for. You also sent Will the occasional message to congratulate him or just see how he was. He was the one who ended things, but you two were always civil. You understood that he was becoming very busy with his own career and it wasn’t fair to either of you to stay together. He had a career to take care of and it required so much of his attention that it kept him from giving you very much and you weren’t interested in just waiting around for someone who couldn’t be there.

“Really?” Calum had been expecting you to say ‘no’, just a simple ‘no’, and he would have let it al go. He adjusted himself up on his airplane seat and took out both of his earphones right away. “You guys talk?”

“Every so often.” You shrugged, finally accepting that you wouldn’t be getting any sleep for a while. “We were good friends for a long time.”

“I don’t know how I feel about that.” Pensively, he shared out loud before pressing his upper body deeper into the chair, crossing his arms over himself and shrugging his face together like a raisin in the sun.

“It’s not like we’re sexting.” You assured him, reaching over to take Calum’s hand, but he childishly turned himself away.

“Don’t even joke. I don’t want to think about that.”

“Are you telling me you don’t talk to other girls?” You tested him, your own arms crossed now as you lifted up your brows wondering if he was about to lie to you or not. You knew very well that Calum still liked to get his flirt on on occasion and you rarely made any noise about it. You chose to trust him instead of argue. Besides, you knew that Ashton and his big mouth would inform you if any funny business took place behind your back.

“I have female friends, yeah, but nobody I used to be with. You two were like childhood sweethearts or whatever!” He was raising his voice and while the plane wasn’t packed, you held a finger to your lips anyway as if to tell him to be quieter.

“Are you that insecure?” As soon as you asked, you wished that you hadn’t.

“I am not fucking insecure. I just don’t want my girlfriend talking to her ex.”

“You know what, it’s not like I ever loved him, we were kids…” And you both had been so thankful to have one another while operating the strange world of the entertainment business together.  “But, I guess I won’t be able to come to the Letterman show with you and watch you guys perform then, if you really don’t want me to have anything to do with Will.”

“Why the fuck is that?” Steaming, Calum asked with a glare. You knew his angry eyes were meant for you, but he was giving them to Will’s face on the screen attached to the back of Luke’s chair.

“He’s being interviewed before you all play.” You adjusted yourself in your chair, trying to become more comfortable again and shut your eyes. “He was looking forward to meeting you. He wanted to go to a pub after.” You said before swallowing and pulling your jacket over your legs as a makeshift blanket. There was some worry that if you two kept bickering, you wouldn’t stop, so you decided to sleep. If when you woke up, he was still upset, you would deal with it then.

“Will Poulter wants to meet me?” You could hear his fingers stop playing with the cords of his earbuds. It was actually amazing how quickly Calum could go from jealous boyfriend to happy fanboy. “When did he tell you this? Why didn’t you tell me?” It didn’t even register when Calum that in order to have told you he wanted to hang out with Calum that Will would have had to have texted you. He didn’t care.

Calum was pulling at your shoulder, trying to bring you to face him again.

“Will is a fan. He sent me a video of him singing Disconnected…” You grumbled, slowly opening your eyes on your now excited, but previously torn up boyfriend. “You are all over the place, you know that?”

“Why didn’t you tell me he was a fan?”

“Because any time anyone mentions him, you’re like a puppy that’s been kicked in the face.”

“This is fucking awesome!” Calum exclaimed, earning a hush from Liz who was sitting next to her son in front of you. Calum grabbed Luke’s chair and shook it vigorously, waking him up. “We’re going to meet Will fucking Poulter.”

“Maybe, you won’t be so weird about him after you two meet.” Smiling, you tried to be optimistic. The idea of your ex boyfriend and current boyfriend being buds was actually quite appealing.

Michael

“The fucking king of Australia! Liam Fucking Hemsworth.”

Michael was not happy.

He marched back and forth around your large master bedroom, making himself known in all corners, as you sorted through paperwork and mail on top of your bed, sitting teepee style in your favorite pair of sweatpants, bright in color, and a comfortable t-shirt.

“You’re acting like you had no idea we used to date.” In fact, everyone there considered you two as Australia’s Sweethearts. You were practically national treasures and people actually wept on the beach when your breakup was announced via The Ellen Show.

It had been difficult for Michael to not compare himself to Liam when you two were together. He always sucked in his stomach when his shirt was removed or apologized for not being as suave. At first, you were always patient and kind, telling him that you would choose him over anyone any day and you loved him endlessly for who he was, but now it was just annoying. You two had just celebrated being together for one year. If you were still wishing for Liam, you would go and be with Liam. Unbeknownst to Michael, you had that option. You were the one who pulled the plug on your former relationship and you knew that you could have Liam if you wanted him back.

“How could I ever forget?” Whipping around after glaring at birds out the window, Michael shouted while rubbing at the back of his neck. “My grandmother asks you every time she sees you how Liam is doing.” It was true. Everyone in Australia loved the Hemsworth boys as if they were their own. Everyone, but Michael.

“Michael, I won’t go if you are uncomfortable with it, but you don’t have any reason to be.” Amongst your organized piles, you relocated the invitation to a night at the Sydney Opera House, honoring Liam’s achievements in philanthropy, and waved it over at your upset boyfriend. “You could come though. It says I have a plus one.” Part of you wanted to go, after all, and support your ex and his charitable cause. It would look good for everyone’s image, too. Besides, you knew that once Michael met Liam, he would like him just as much as everyone else seemed to. He was a good guy at his best and worst.

“I can’t go. I’d be arrested for trying to assassinate The World’s Favorite Aussie.” He practically growled, crossing his arms over his heaving chest as he let himself fall back into the cushioned chair that was new to your bedroom, sitting right in front of your large window and being doused in afternoon sun.

“Why are you planning to kill Hugh Jackman?” Sounding as sincere as you did when you reminded Michael how perfect he was and then giggled at your own joke, even your eyes lighting up.

“You’re not funny.” Through a plump pout, Michael mumbled and glared at you from his spot across the room.  “How would you feel if I used to date, like, Pam Anderson and she still texted me and stuff?”

“Honestly?” Dropping your eyes low, you lifted your brows and asked him since you weren’t sure he was interested in your real answer, but Michael nodded and insisted that he did.

“I’d be a little concerned that you were with someone who has Hep C and is that much older than you,ut if you wanted to go hang out with her, be my guest.”

“You would not be that cool with it.” He charged forward, his ass on the edge of the chair, and accused.

“Pam Anderson? Yeah, I would. I’m pretty confident in my rack and your affection for it.” Not to mention you knew you had a far superior career to the former Baywatch babe. You hadn’t had to speak in a baby voice or run across a beach for anyone to give you anything, you had worked hard and sang at everything from rodeos to the Royal Albert without taking off your clothes once. “I wasn’t with Liam because he’s good looking and I’m not just with you because you’re good looking. I’m with you because there’s no one else in the fucking world I’d rather be with, but the last four months with Liam, I knew that it wasn’t right. I knew there was someone else out there for me and if I have to remind you of that again, I’ll start to wonder if there’s someone else out there besides you.” It was harsh, but the subject of your ex had become so old to you. If it wasn’t Michael who wanted to whine about it, someone with a camera and microphone was badgering you with questions about him. The only person who didn’t talk about Liam Hemsworth to you was Liam Hemsworth. You left your paper piles on the bed, four neat stacks, and stood up to leave the room, suddenly thirsty for a cold tumbler of something sweet.

You were right at the top of the staircase, just about to head down, when two arms pulled you back, keeping you close to a chest that had been much nicer to sleep over top of than your former boyfriend’s. You could smell Michael’s aftershave as he bowed his head onto your shoulder, kissing your neck with small, but noisy nibbles.

“I don’t mean to annoy you…” He spoke in the voice of a little boy, pouting out his bottom lip and planting another kiss on your neck. “I won’t bring him up again.” Michael promised knowing full well that he would still whine to everyone else about the fact that you used to be the Queen to Liam’s King.

“You promise?” Dead serious, you asked. You weren’t going to touch him unless you believed his word as true.

“Promise.” He was cradling you against his chest, but he reached down with one hand open to link a few of your fingers in his. “I love you.” He murmured into your shoulder.

“I love you.” Despite all his commotion, he really was the love of your life.

LUKE

He wanted to be cool with it. He really wanted to support you the way you always supported him and his projects, but Luke was going out of his mind at the idea of you starring with your ex boyfriend again. He really felt like he could not compete with Robert Sheehan. Robert was pure talent that had lit up the stage alongside of you in The Boys from Syracuse, the show that you two had met and fallen for one another while in, and now he was about to be light up the screen in with you playing his Luciana.

“Is this sex scene really necessary?” While you had sworn to keep it confidential, Luke had picked up the large script off of the top of your nightstand and was flipping through it like a detective would a dishevelled hotel bedroom. “We get it Antipholus and Luciana love each other, we don’t need to see it…” Luke walked right behind you in the washroom where you were putting on your face for a night out and sat on the edge of the tub, the script open and folded between his knees. “It’s so descriptive too. You’re not okay with all of it, right? Antipholus assertively lifts Luciana by the hips, the sleeves of her dress fall from her shoulders and reveal herself…” He read it, his eyes scanning fast over the page as his head spun at the idea of Robert getting to touch you the way only he got to touch you now and seeing you naked. It was hard enough for Luke knowing that Robert had you first, but now he was going to get to be with you all over again. “Like, you can say you don’t want this, right? You can ask for a body double.” Luke knew a little bit about your industry as it overlapped into his, but he knew you were serious about this role, he knew how much it meant to you. He joked earlier that you would actually legally change your name to Luciana for it if it made a difference.

“Luke, we’re not actually going to be fornicating.” You chuckled while leaning into the bathroom counter, staring at your lashes as you slicked your wand over them to paint them as black as midnight oil. “There will be like ten camera men and Daren,” Your director. “there.” You babbled away, thinking it would help your boyfriend feel more at ease with things, but it didn’t. It seemed to just make Luke’s eyeballs enlarge even more so, the idea of you being topless in front of everyone giving him an instant headache. You noticed him rest the script on the edge beside him and hold his head. “If you want, you could probably come that day. Would that make you feel better?”

“I’d feel better if you let Emma Watson have the role.” Very sincerely, he mumbled into the palm of his hand.

“Well, that wasn’t very nice.” You dropped your hand from your face, the mascara wand held between two of your fingers like a lit cigarette, and stared over at your boyfriend who was acting like a child. “You know how much I want this.” The director had had a very hard time choosing between you and Emma, but ultimately stayed true to the latest stage production and went with you. “How would you like it if I said Ed Sheeran or something deserved a number one single over you or something like that?”

Instantly, Luke felt terrible for what he had said. He left he script on the tub and sat up slowly, bringing his hands to your bare shoulders, “I’m sorry.” He revealed, but the damage was still fresh for you and you barely held the apology coming from his blue eyes. “He’s your first boyfriend and this boyfriend is just a bit jealous.” He confessed what you already knew. “How can I compete with him, huh?”

“You don’t have to.” You reminded him, twisting in his hands in order to face the mirror again and slide one more coat of mascara over your dangerously long lashes.

“He can sing.” Luke began.

You can sing.” Finding your boyfriend behind you in the mirror, you bent your eyebrows at him like he was insane. Luke was a singer for a living, Robert had been in one musical and then one movie where he sang (and not very well).

“He can dance.” Luke tried again.

“You can sing.” You watched Luke shoot you a glare before you closed your mascara and put it down, laughing as you slid up onto the bathroom counter and reaching out for him. “You have nothing to worry about. Yes, Robbie was my first boyfriend, but you’re the love of my life. So while you’re making a list of how awesome Robert Sheehan is, remember that the one I have for you is far longer, okay?” Your fingers were intertwined with Luke’s, his pout beginning to rise off of the floor and twist into a sheepish grin.

“I’ve got nothing to worry about?” One last time, he double checked.

“Absolutely nothing.” You pulled him just a bit closer, hands held as you brought his arms behind your back and his face low to kiss you.

“So I’m just being stupid?”

“The stupidest.” Whispering, you grinned before bringing your lips to his, assuring him that he would be on your mind, the whole time you were with Robert. 

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16 Reasons One Direction Are on Top of the Stadium Rock Game
Boy band's performance at New Jersey's MetLife Stadium proves their supremacy

1. For the past five years, the world’s biggest pop group has been the world’s biggest classic-rock band, doing their “Baba O'Riley” remake every night for 60,000 screaming girls. “People like us don’t get to play stages like this,” Harry Styles said last night at New Jersey’s MetLife Stadium, and he’s right. Strange but true: One Direction are on top of the classic-rock stadium-band pyramid these days.

2. Harry and Louis are the Stevie and Lindsey of the mermaid-tattoo-era stadium-rock eye-contact game. Louis’ eyes are dark, intense, controlling, with a surly “damn your love, damn your life” edge. Harry’s eyes say “I hear the darkness you’re expressing and it’s important to me but my heart tells me to twirl right now,” so he twirls and touches his hair. The brooding look vs. the beatific twirl. When one of them gets happy, the other gets wistful. When one of them gets bitchy, the other gets sugary. I could watch them sing together for hours. I could probably watch them do laundry for hours. (I doubt they do laundry.)

3. One Direction played MetLife Stadium a year ago to the day, and they were great that night—but very different, and nowhere near as great. 1D are massively better as a foursome, because their personalities all have much more room. Last year they were so competitive for stage time — Niall and Zayn seemed to be auditioning for their solo careers. Harry spent much of the 2014 show with his mop wrapped up in a headband — obviously ambivalent about the onstage traffic jam. (Harry covering his hair onstage is like Stevie Nicks in sweatpants.) Tonight, the hair was free, and Harry’s hair is always the window into his soul. Without Zayn they have to work harder — they’re all singing more lines and patrolling more turf — but they’re needy boys and they like it that way.

4. Harry Styles, master of the power flounce. For a band that formed on TV, 1D are not done justice by video, because Harry is a performer you have to see live. The way he covers space is insane — imagine if Mick Jagger had the warm and benign heart of Paul McCartney, cast under a magic spell by Stevie Nicks, and you’re about halfway there. Every limb of his body is an instrument he uses to express to girls how happy he is to bask in their presence. He uses his arms, he uses his legs, he uses his style and he uses his sidestep. He’s in a pop-star zone where he can seem totally self-adoring and cosmically benevolent at the same time.

5. Literally the first thing Louis does onstage is run to the corner and wave up to the nosebleed seats in the upper deck, a mile in the sky with only a side view. He’ll take care of the fans up front later, but his first order of business is making sure the cheap seats get noticed.

6. Harry announces, “You’re lovely to be in here. We can see you at the top. We can see you up in the back. You’re a beautiful, beautiful bunch of people.” So much of 1D’s brilliance is convincing everyone they can see the crowd, despite all the glaring lights in their faces. The key line in their new smash “Drag Me Down”: “All these lights can’t blind me.”

7. The screaming is like two and a half hours inside a jet engine, but in a good way. Loudest moment: The climactic shriek in “Midnight Memories.” Runner up: when the video screen show’s Harry’s boots.

8. Harry’s twirl game explodes in the second chorus of “No Control” — he romps off to his corner and spins in circles. He’s not singing, he’s not up on the video screen, just going into his happy place. During “Diana,” he went for a sprint down the catwalk and back, for no reason. Dude’s been on his feet 90 minutes at this point.

It’s like watching the footage of Secretariat running the Belmont Stakes in 1973 — he’s 31 lengths ahead of the other horses, but he speeds up madly for the final stretch because he’s so in love with being fast. That’s what it’s like watching Harry work a stadium. You instinctively think, “Dude, save some for later,” but the whole physiology of saving some for later is alien to the Harry lifeform. The harder he works to give every drop of his Harry-osity away, the more of it he has. Watching Harry spit water and touch his hair makes me want to be a better person.

9. Speaking of twirling, we know from the gossip columns that Harry is a hardcore Stevie Nicks fan — he even baked her a birthday cake. Why haven’t we seen pictures of this cake?

10. These boys love the whole 1970s rock thing — they call this tour On the Road Again, which should be the name of a double-vinyl live album from a 1974-era Southern AOR sextet who sing about rockin’ down the highway. The tour program has the size and heft of an LP, full of Time Fades Away–style black-and-white pics of boys near amps. The classic-rock-as-teen-pop thing is so avant-garde, the rest of the music world still hasn’t found a way to imitate it. Their Fleetwood Mac homage “Fireproof” even nails the precise John McVie bass throb.

11. After “Fireproof,” Harry takes a bow at center stage — he bends all the way at the waist and then whips his hair up to high noon. Hair flip of the night.

12. Niall has really grown — his guitar used to seem like a shield he hid behind, but he was killing it from the first song (“Clouds,” where he takes such visible pride in playing the Wings guitar hook and looks around to see if his bandmates noticed) to the last (“Best Song Ever,” where he air-keyboards to the Townshend synth intro).

13. 1D talked a lot about how much they love their best song, “No Control.” “You’re the greatest fans in the world because you all fell in love with a song called ‘No Control,’” Liam yelled. “You made it your own!” When they asked the crowd to yell out their favorite song on Four, everyone in my section yelled “No Control.” Is this even an issue?

14. A year ago, there were basically no males — no dads, no dates. I saw more guys onstage than in the crowd. It’s different now — 1D have achieved their longtime goal of conquering the dads. Maybe it was that Vine clip of Louis and Harry and Ron Wood their daughters made them watch over Christmas — a six-second tutorial in what friendship is all about, a Vine I have re-watched and shed tears over and re-enacted and only rarely felt silly about loving — but the dads were here, often wearing T-shirts their daughters made. My faves were “This 1D Dad Is Larry AF” and “Maddy’s Dad Loves No Control.” 1D have achieved this without compromising their core mission, which is singing to girls about how excellent they (the girls) are and how fortunate they (the boys) are.

(That Vine: Louis shares a mic with Ron Wood, Louis knows how much Harry loves the Stones, so Louis slides over to make room for Harry to shimmy next to Ron Wood. This is one of my 10 favorite moments of Ron Wood’s life and I own three of his solo records.)

15. Favorite fan signs: “You Are Currently Attending My Sweet Sixteen,” “Harry Smile! Your Happiness Is The Most Important Thing In My Life.”

16. When 1D blew up, nobody — not even people who liked them — figured they’d be anything more than 16 to 18 months of kicks. What the band and their fans have built over the past five years is unique. If the girls sound cocky and vindicated when they scream, they should. And 1D are brilliant because they know exactly who’s in charge.

anonymous asked:

do you genuinely think that hannibal will comeback with a season 4 ? and so/or not why ? (i'm just starting to be fan of the show so i'm curious) :)

I don’t think anyone has any real idea. However, I don’t think there’s ever been any time in history in which it was more likely, given the current climate of expansion in television and streaming original content. Netflix and Hulu love saving shows, Netflix has huge amounts of money to spend to expand, and Hulu is in desperate need of more original programming. It has a very serious chance.

Bryan Fuller may have trouble keeping shows on the air, but he’s a helluva pitchman–it might be his single greatest talent, to get people enthusiastic about the things he wants to do. He basically talked himself into the showrunner position on Hannibal in the first place in a chance meeting on an airplane, not to mention the way he was able to get everyone on board the show the first time. I know he’s very busy and looks to continue to be, but if he thought that would get in the way or if he had any intention of letting it get in the way, I don’t think he would have encouraged Hugh Dancy when he was visiting a month or two ago to believe that he was still pushing for it. His intentions are there, and so are everyone else’s. 

Nevertheless, getting anything greenlit in Hollywood is a very difficult issue. This project has things both for and against it, and it’s impossible for an outsider (or, probably, an insider) to actually say with any real confidence which way the wind will blow. 

The most important thing, with a project like this, is the fact that it comes with a built-in audience of fans. Support from critics and the show’s obvious quality and originality are helpful, but this is a money making business. Networks do reboots because they believe there is an audience for the product, so they believe they’ll make money. That means the most important role, as always, comes down to us making sure that we continue to ask for the show as much as possible. 

So join the movement on FB and Twitter!
Follow @the-winnowing-wind and do the things.
And send an email to ask to get the newsletter (also this is a great place to see what Fannibals are up to and get involved in the fandom and meet people IRL if you want). 

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World Team Trophy 2015 in Tokyo, Japan

last thursday, i went to WTT 2015. lemme tell you, i spent nearly 90 dollars on merchandise (not including the ticket price) and i got home at around 10 at night but it was literally the most fantastic experience ever. guys, i can’t tell you how amazing it was. 

i originally was not planning to go to WTT, but after worlds i just had a gut feeling that mr. hanyu would show up at WTT this time so i scored tickets before they announced team japan’s members. you might be able to tell that my seat was definitely not the best in the house (i was seated on the second floor in the very very back) but as it was my very first competition experience ever i think it was plenty good. in the last picture it might seem like there weren’t that many people, but i took the pic during intermission so lots of people were out of their seats. trust me when i say that the stadium was literally packed full of people.

i was there on thursday (the first day) so i saw the ice dance- short dance, ladies’ singles- short program, and men’s singles- short program. i unfortunately had school before the competition began so i missed the opening ceremony, but thankfully i was able to see it later on tv (: 

for those of you who are planning on attending any figure skating events (especially japan) i hope this serves as a nice little survival guide-esque thing!

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Stephanie McMahon Q&A: ‘I love to play the bad guy’

The most powerful family in wrestling will always and forever be the McMahons.

World Wrestling Entertainment has come a long way from the days of Vince McMahon Sr. starting and running the company up until passing the reigns to the Vince McMahon wrestling fans learned to despise during the “Attitude Era.”

And one day the most powerful person in wrestling might be Stephanie McMahon — Vince McMahon’s daughter. When Stephanie isn’t playing one half of “The Authority” on WWE programming alongside her husband Paul “Triple H” Levesque, she’s the chief brand officer for the company.

Stephanie recently chatted exclusively with Yahoo Sports about making her return to a WWE ring as a competitor following an 11-year layoff, the WWE’s policy on domestic violence and a rumor regarding the stars of “Total Divas.”

YS: Is there any truth to the report that the wrestlers on Totals Divas aren’t allowed to win the Divas championship?

SM: Absolutely not. I honestly don’t even know how that rumor got started.

YS: Last I checked, one of the talents addressed it, so I wanted to check with you.

SM: There is no policy. I think it would be awesome to have one of the Total Divas as our champion. I think it would drive interest in the storyline. I would never say never.

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CROSSFIRE Chapter 2 - Without A Trace

Author’s Note: So overwhelmed. Very much so. Didn’t expect the response to this new fic. This wasn’t my first bratva story and maybe it won’t be the last. Had so much positively across all my mediums: tumblr, Archive of our Own and Fanfiction.

 

Chapter 1 focused on Oliver Queen’s backstory, largely based on what I assumed were his early days in Russia and how it would be written. I saw the fight club photo and everything just developed from there. I hope I did justice in relating his current state of mind and the progressing character development.

 

This chapter will focus on Felicity Smoak. I’ve deemed it necessary to reboot her backstory for this fic to justify her being in Russia. This is AU after all. Her journey merits the same length of attention as Oliver’s because this is not Arrow TV and I’m an equal opportunity shipper. This isn’t just an Oliver-centric plot, it is about both Oliver and Felicity and the journey that brings them toward each other.

 

Had they not been stuck in inserting the Black Canary story line in the TV series, maybe this could have been the canon we would have embraced from the beginning. I know I would have, it was a more organic fit for me. But maybe it was just me. It’s a free country and It’s my opinion after all.  However, I’d appreciate a Hell Yeah if you agree.

 

I cannot stress enough how thankful I am to WalkingOlicity for the poster and all of you who have reblogged and shared this story. The word of mouth alone has done wonders for this story.

 

I know my limitations. I’m not the greatest writer. This, as was the case in all my other stories was born out of sheer love for my ultimate OTP.

 

I hope you keep those notes, comments and kudos. It’s what keeps me on my writing toes.

 

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CROSSFIRE

Without A Trace

Chapter 2

 

She had graduated with top honors at MIT at nineteen years of age, one of the youngest ever and one of the best.

She not only had a double major in cyber security and computer science. She also ranked second in a national wide National Information Technology contest entering last minute because her professors at MIT had nominated her as replacement for another student. Had she had more warning, she was sure she would have won the contest but that was all water under the bridge.

While she was already on the radar of most tech-based companies because of her early accomplishments, ending up runner-up had made her an even more precious gem.

In fact, even before her last term, she had firm offer sheets lined up but had hesitated to accept any of them as of yet. She wasn’t in a hurry. She told herself she had time.

She was wrong, so wrong.

Just a couple of months away from graduation her life had been turned upside down.

Her boyfriend, the man her heart had pegged as her future was unceremoniously arrested by the FBI in a daring campus daylight raid.  

She had later found out that among the items taken from his and his roommate’s dorm room were laptops and desktop computers among other tech gadgets that she later found out were part of an operation spearheaded by a professor who had always taken a special interest in Cooper Sheldon and Myron Scott his roommate.

They had been blackmailing government officials and private companies using intel they had acquired from illegal tapping and a code-breaking hacking program that allowed them access to private and confidential emails and information. Her code-breaking program, the one thing she regretted ever authoring because when planted into any computer this virus had the capability of extracting unlimited information, the same one she didn’t know her boyfriend had stolen from her for his use.

She had just left the library building and was making her way back to her boyfriend’s dorm when she first became aware of the commotion. As she was walking, people gave her a wide-berth as they always did because at that time she was still in her goth phase complete with thick black eye-liner, dyed black hair and a complete black ensemble.

MIT was a haven of self-expression. The IQ range of most of the students enrolled had sometimes led to certain quirks and idiosyncrasies and these were tolerated, borderline tolerated.

She kept a steady pace already picturing alternative routes to take to her boyfriend’s dorm if the swarm of people in front of her got unbearable. She had better things to do than waste her time joining the hoard of onlookers curiously watching the scene unfold.

She finally stopped walking when she first heard it. A burst of expletives from a voice that sounded familiar, very familiar. Cooper Sheldon, her boyfriend.

She moved automatically, pushing people out of the way so she could get a better vantage.

She reached the front just in time to hear Cooper shout out something about he being the greatest and that the FBI had nothing on him, a meeker Myron followed behind him, his hands handcuffed behind him.

She ran toward Cooper. It had been unexpected by the FBI that by the time they had reacted she already had both her hands on her boyfriend’s cheeks asking him what was happening in a voice filled with panic and confusion.

“What….wait!”

“Get her away!” She heard probably the senior FBI guy command and she was pulled away from Cooper kicking and screaming.

“Maybe we should haul her off with those two,” another agent suggested. “Seems like she knows the one well.”

The guy Felicity had pegged as the senior agent paused in thought for a moment, gave her a once over, then shook his head, “no we were ordered to take in just those two and that one professor.”

Originally posted by verdantarrow


 It had been hell week for Felicity after Cooper Sheldon had been taken in.

 Slowly, everything had unfolded half via the MIT grapevine and half because she had been ‘interviewed’ by both MIT officials and security officers about her connection and any light she could further shed.

The professor had wisely erased any trace that the program could have on her thinking he would claim the program for himself maybe, this was one-time she was at least thankful to have a professor who was more after his own gain.

What she had learned had made her doubt everything about her relationship with Cooper. Looking back, she had questioned why one of the campus heartthrobs, yeah because in her eyes Cooper was that good looking, had started to take an interest in her, goth her.

As dumb as it made her out to be she finally pieced together the why.

They had shared just one class together. A cyber security class that only students with superior coding skills were allowed to take.

She had presented a capsule version of her code-breaking program that was designed to filter through key words and numbers and finding that combination, allowed access to unlimited data. It was by definition that next level hack program and was considered extremely dangerous in the wrong hands.

Her professor for that course had tried to encourage her to go steps further, developing it into a full program on the side but while she appreciated the interest, she was smart enough to spot warning bells. While she had constantly toed the line between what was legal and beyond legal, what with the skill she had and the kind of blanket reinforcement the school provided, she was also very much aware of the danger.

It was after her rejection of the suggestion of her professor that Cooper and started to seek her out and she had fallen for him, hard.

She had gone through all the stages before she had arrived at the conclusion that she still had her whole life ahead of her. Fuck Cooper Sheldon!

That the FBI had never been able to link her successfully to what her professor, Cooper, Myron and a few other students had going was a blessing.

With recognition that she still had her whole life ahead of her and firmly putting the past behind her, she made a change. One of those life-altering ones that made her more than excited for what the future had in store for her.

With barely two months left before graduation, she went through the job offers she had with renewed vigor. Narrowing it down to a couple of companies that had potential to be innovation giants in the making. Wayne Enterprises and Queen Consolidated.

At the moment, Wayne Enterprises was on the top of her list having had the privilege of being interviewed by the Lucius Fox himself in person.

While she was being offered an almost entry-level position in the company, the way Mr. Fox described her path was very appealing to her. As the innovations in technology leveled-up, so would her career since she would be part of the team from its infancy stage.

She was a little disappointed that Walter Steele had sent a representative instead of flying out himself but she had understood why or at least tried. Queen Consolidated was undergoing more than a few vicissitudes as a corporation. With Robert Queen recently declared presumed-dead together with his son, a major shake-up was happening inside the company. It would be idiotic to demand Walter Steele’s presence given the situation.

She took a moment to think about Robert Queen and his legacy. The man was one of her idols having built QC from the ground and up. She was sorry the man had passed. The son however, she knew nothing about. She didn’t even spare him a second of consideration. What was his name? Orlando? Oscar? Oliver?

She took one last look at herself, her new self, very blond and bespectacled versus her previous very black mane and colored contacts.

She was also dressed completely different from her grunge look. These days she sported more color, preferring a combination of loud colors than normally wouldn’t work well together.

Yeah, these days she radiated a ball of very bright and blinding spectrum.


 

Seventy-two weeks.

That was how long she had been forced to work for the underground mob.

Hindsight she deduced they had probably been monitoring her activities longer than she thought.

She had her future all mapped out. Had decided surprising in accepting QC’s offer over WE. She was in a taxicab with her two big suitcases. One housed her clothes and shoes, the other carried the same and had a few of her gadgets packed inside. A girl could never have too many tech-related stuff. Beside her she had her laptop and a tablet.

She had been half-asleep when it happened. It was just past three in the morning and she was on her way to the airport to a new life in Starling City.

A throng of black SUV’s not unlike what the FBI had used months back had cornered the taxi she was in.

Her first thought was that her past had continued to haunt her. She could never shake her affiliation with Cooper away.

But then she heard a string of guttural words that definitely did not sound like the American language. Foreign sounding, one of those Eastern European countries.

She had never realized how much of the world she didn’t know until the underworld had gotten to her.

The cab driver was as dead as the countless number of bullet holes in his body. 

She had disappeared, vanished without a trace. Forced to erase herself by the mob.

She had no choice in the matter. It wasn’t just her life that was being threatened, so was the life of the mother she loved but had little in common with.

Somehow they had gotten video footage of her mother, several, with different time and day stamps that Felicity had no doubt had not been tampered with.

She had given up her future in exchange for the safety of her mother, a mother she would never see again. The one who would think she had died on her way to the airport because the mob had come prepared. They had a body that was roughly suppose to represent her that they had burned beyond all recognition and camouflaged it by exploding the cab. Inside were the cab driver and an identified woman.

That was the deal.

No one would be searching for her.

No one had reason to.

Originally posted by callistawolf

 

He appraised his surroundings.

His senses were tingling. His gut was once again telling him to look around more thoroughly.

He honed his hearing to shut out unnecessary noise something he had learned on the Island. There it was, that faint sound again.

A grunt then a groan, someone was out there.

“Help me.”

He heard a faint whisper then a muffled and very low whisper that normal hearing would never be able to pick up. But his hearing was anything but normal. Not since his island experience.

He trekked deeper into the darkened alley, unsure what to expect but anticipating the worst as always.

The first thing his eyes registered was a blur of color, bright against the dark.

Then he heard it again, a moan. Then maybe because whoever had registered footsteps, a gasp and then a flurry of clatter.

He approached the unknown deliberately.

He had no need for a weapon. He was the weapon.

What he saw was the last thing he would ever think to ever see, at least not here in this corner of the world.

A blond woman, barely in her twenties in a splash of what would have once been a pink and orange dress but was now dirtied and torn in several places, noticeable bruises with a speck of dried blood trailing from her mouth.

What the hell had he stumbled on?

She scuttled back until she hit a wall.

“I won’t hurt you.”

Felicity heard the voice of the silhouette of a very large man who seemed even larger because of her angle looking up from the floor.

American. Definitely the accent was American, quite rare on this side of the world.  

He looked burly enough to be a thug but then again Russian were very particular about their operations. They wouldn’t just invite anyone into the fold.

No, this man was definitely not part of the mob.

Unlike her, she was very much part of the organization. She had been transported from the US to the heart of the mob operations because her skills had proven to be an undeniable asset.

Oh she still had days of insurgence. Days when she woke up and felt like she wanted to rebel but always the mob had dangled her mother’s life above her head.

Just earlier today she had been tasked to erase all documentation of a large shipment of drugs that was to dock in US territory in a few hours. Her little mutiny had resulted in the delay in the delivery of shipment costing the mob millions and her, a few souvenir bruises.

Oh they never went further than a few bumps and scratches, she was an important part of the operation, almost irreplaceable actually.

She was expected to brush of her physical injuries as job hazard and report for work the next day like it was nothing.

“Who’s there? Come out.”

Because her curiosity had gotten the better of her, because she had missed hearing that accent and it had so felt like home, she carefully pushed herself by her hands from the floor to her feet stepping forward tentatively until she was finally face to face with the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.

“Oh.”


 

Eeeep. Checking myself for physical injuries incase someone tried to stab me for stopping here.