this is my favorite screen cap

This line if anyone doesn’t know comes from Tony and Fury’s conversation during Age of Ultron. The conversation where Tony says that the vision Wanda gave him, is the future. He blames himself. 

This is not just the end of the path the group started them on, Tony claims all responsibility. I started us on. This idea that Tony tries to push off the blame for his actions, is honestly baffling. Tony consistently accepts blame for other people’s actions. 

Let’s go through some of the movies and see where Tony takes responsibility. 

In Ironman 1 we see Tony Stark, talking with Yinsen in Afghanistan. He’s scaredd, confused, and in pain. Despite all of that, one of the first things he notices about his kidnappers, they have his weapon. Which he finds absolutely jarring because he only sells his weapons to the US military. 

He is absolutely shocked that these terrorists have his weapons, because Obidiah was the one selling to them behind his back. However, he takes responsibility for his weapons getting in the wrong hands, and sets out to personally destroy every stockpile of weapons.

He took full responsibility for something that was not his fault. 

What about Age of Ultron.

The entire movie in Captain America civil war, is Tony attempting to make up for what happened. Notice he again says my fault. He has taken every bit of blame, he doesn’t blame Wanda for what she did to him, or for what she did to help Ultron with his plan. He doesn’t blame Bruce for helping him study the scepter. He doesn’t blame Ultron because ultimately Ultron’s actions were his own, he was a sentient being. Tony takes all of the blame on his shoulders, and supports the accords as a way of preventing further tragedies like Ultron. 

Tony consistently accepts blames for things he was only marginally connected to. Other people expect him to, and he gets blamed for the actions of others regularly.

Example:

This man blamed Tony Stark for the crimes Howard Stark committed against his father. Tony is expected to pay in blood for crimes that are not his own.  

Or what about 

Who after years of planning, and evil deeds blames Tony for all of it. A drunk celebrity said he would talk with him and then didn’t. I understand maybe Aldrich was devastated, and dealing with depression. However, his crimes are still his own, he still chose to commit them. He has had years to get a good therapist, he chose to develop a serum that kills people, and causes them to explode. 

This is not Tony’s fault, this is Killain’s. He made the decision to be a villain. 

Now let’s look at some of the other Avengers accepting responsibility for their actions. 

Well, that doesn’t sound like accepting responsibility for unleashing the Hulk onto a city of innocent people, and completely disrupting Dr. Banner’s peace of mind. She has to have accepted blame at some point, Captain America wouldn’t let her get away with this type of thing, would he?

“She’s just a kid.” Oh, of course well at least he accepts responsibility for his own mistakes.

“Did you know?” 

“I didn’t know it was him.”

“Don’t bullshit me Rogers, did you know?” 

“Yes.”

Well he admits that he hid the truth for years after having his own lie waved in his face, not exactly taking responsibility.

What about Clint, he’s well known for considering the consequences of his actions. Mr. Clint “They’re considered.” Barton.

Oh no wait here’s another example of someone breaking the law and then blaming Tony for their own crimes. Wow the Aldrich Killian parallel I never wanted to make with one of my favorite comic book characters.

Now, all of the original team Cap is guilty of refusing responsibility for their crimes. What about Natasha? While we haven’t seen much of her origin Story she is supposed to be known for clearing the red off her ledger, and while we never see her take blame for much in canon, I blame Marvel’s shitiness with female characters and screen time. 

Or Bruce? Bruce is the only original Avenger we see taking blame for things other than Tony. He’ll take blame for any event the Hulk was involved in, that’s why he leaves at the end of AoU, because of Johannesburg. He still blames himself for breaking Harlem, despite the fight being necessary to protect people. 


Tl:dr this idea that Tony never accepts responsibility is really baffling to me, because team Cap never seemed to accept responsibility for anything they did wrong. Whereas Tony is constantly accepting blame, and working to improve himself and the situation. 

George Harrison and Olivia Trinidad Arias waiting for the Dark Horse Tour band to clear customs, 2 November 1974, as included in the Living in the Material World book

Photo: Henry Grossman

“I fell for her immediately. She is a very calming influence. She has been very supportive and we are blissfully happy together. I told her I didn’t want her doing all that typing. We started going with each other, and four years later we married.” - George Harrison [x]

* * *

“Before she became Olivia Harrison in 1978, she was Olivia Trinidad Arias, an Angeleno whose grandparents immigrated to Los Angeles from Mexico.
She grew up in Hawthorne, hometown of the Beach Boys, which turned out to be a major point of interest for George when she gave him a tour of her old neighborhood.
She was working at A&M Records, which distributed Dark Horse releases at the time, and started chatting with Harrison when he’d call about business.
They found they had musical and philosophical interests in common and soon began seeing each other regularly. ‘I was from outside of his world,’ she says. 'I was shelter from the storm. I was simple, and he needed some simplicity at that point.’
She says she never really stopped to think about the implications of getting involved with a musician, much less an ex-Beatle. 'You can’t really think about it that way, otherwise you’re just playacting.’
How will she cope when all the projects are completed? Is she simply postponing the feelings of loss with all the activity?
Those are questions she doesn’t worry about, and she knows what George would have said on the subject.
‘One of his favorite things to say was, “Be here now,”’ she says. His song by that title, from his 1973 album 'Living in the Material World,’ remains one of her favorites, and it’s one she plays any time she feels in need of a booster shot of moral support.
'Sometimes he and Dhani would be talking and Dhani would ask, “Well what if this happens?” or “What if that happens?”’ she says. 'George would say, “Be here now. Be here now.”'” - “Here now, she lives for George” by Randy Newman, Los Angeles Times, 9 March 2005 [x]

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George and Olivia Harrison, screen capped from Living in the Material World and The Beatles’ “Real Love” music video.

“I think people change one another when they become husband and wife. He certainly seems happier than he was before. George and Olivia are very domesticated. They really vibrate on the same wavelength.” - Mukunda Goswami, The Beatles After The Break-Up: In Their Own Words

“Okay but can we talk about how good Theo (daddy 😏😍) looks right here ?? I screen capped it from s trailer for his new movie Lowriders and I’m obsessed with the hair+mustache+tats 💕💕💕”

DONT GET ME STARTED 😫😫😫😍 I saw the new trailer today on his Instagram and I’ve had enough. I need it to be out. Now. Him with the facial hair and hair gets me, it was my favorite look on Sons. But now the new and improved hair, mustache AND even more tattoos? Bury me.
No great love story lasts forever ~ Jeon Jungkook {Angst}

Group: Bangtan Sonyeondan
Member: Jeon Jungkook
Type: Angst
Warnings: Hella trigger
Word Count: 2063

Love is an unfair game, only won by those who play unfair.


            Each time you cross my sight, I die a little inside even when I pretend to be fine. In fact, it hurts a little more each time I think about how well you tricked me into thinking that I potentially meant something to you. The way you toyed with my feelings for such a long time and just left so easily after you were done playing with it and it shattered.
I guess you knew how fragile my heart truly was and how easily you could break it, yet you stepped on it like I never meant anything to you. And I guess that was always the truth, I was your toy, just too blinded by my love for you to notice. And it hurts so much more with every day that passes, every day you pretend not to know me, like I was never part of your world, like our love wasn’t real. Tell me, did you enjoy destroying my barriers and once you got to me like no one else before you did, enjoy seeing me fall? Because if so, I’ll greatly be nothing else but your entertainment because in the end, our love was only a terrible love story on screen, only playing for me.

           The welcoming scent of coffee wafted through the air, calling to my weary legs to come take a rest. A metallic table reflected the sun, almost blinding me for a second. The sun has heated the chair and it felt comforting and warm. My cup of Mocha warmed my freezing hands as I stared out into the white scenery of Seoul, letting out a deep breath. The park across from my favorite coffee shop is covered in a thick blanket of white, statues peeked out under their new white caps, footsteps and paw prints crisscrossed each other around the labyrinth of paths. Aside from the brown of the denuded trees, the only other color is the vivid saffron staining around the base of each lamppost, tree and shrub. I gently blew on my Mocha and took a sip, gazing out as I watched people walking past the shop.
The sound of traffic invaded my thoughts. The street seemed to be getting busier. More people, carrying more bags, spending more money. Arguing with their partners loudly as the stress gets to the most patient of people.
           I felt a tight pain deep inside my past as I could’ve sworn I saw us just walking past the window, smiling as we talked about our day, my hand fitting perfectly into yours like it was meant to be. But as they moved on in their busy lives, they turned into the couple we truly were. They were practically in each other’s faces, yelling at each other for the most unnecessary reasons, not noticing that it was killing what they once thought love was. Their love wilted into nothing, a red rose faced with the bitter cold of winter. Like a thorn on a flower, I knew I’ll get pricked but I wanted him. Oh I wanted him so.
I wrapped my hands tighter around the mug in my cold hands and squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to invite him into my mind once again. I knew he’ll soon forget the sound of my voice and what color my eyes were. He’ll forget how much I loved music and how I adored your smile. Soon he’ll see me as a stranger; walking by without recognizing me; he won’t even know me while I’ll be getting drunk, trying to forget his name. Love is an unfair game, only won by those who play unfair. Sadly, when you never learned how to play so; you’ll never know how to trick your opponent into thinking that you played unfair when in reality all you did was use your mind.
I took the last sip of my cold and bittersweet Mocha before getting up and walking out into the snow. I pulled my coat in tighter around me, tugged my scarf up higher as the cold winter breeze entwined my body, sending shivers down my spine.
I quickly made my way over the busy street, focusing ahead of me on the park, the snow crunching beneath my boots. The street looked like an unfinished painting. So much of the canvas was still perfectly white, as if waiting for the artists’ hands to return. The morning light struggled through the murky cloud, but even in its weakness it was enough to blind. The air was of course cold, but I hadn’t expected the same dampness that comes before rain. Moving from the overbearing heat of the cozy coffee shop to the streets was like sipping on ice-water in the height of summer, until my lips went blue.

“You break me into pieces, yet you’re still doing fine while I’m over here hurting.” I yelled out in frustration, my words coming out louder than intended. He looked at me with concern, as if he never meant to hurt me the way he did. I bit down on my lower lip to conceal the emotion I claimed I don’t have.
           “I knew I couldn’t be comparted to her, she was everything and me? I was nothing.” I chuckled and my voice cracked. “Her beautiful image and perfect character was everything compared to mine. I thought you actually started to feel something for me over the months we have started talking but then you mentioned her.
How much you missed her. That was my occasional alarm bell, to not give you my broken heart. Besides, I guess it’s already too late, I’m going to be another lost girl with a broken heart.”
I looked up at him through tears, my gaze meeting his as I tried to find the slightest hint of sorrow in his face. I tried to feel sympathy for him, stayed awake every night to understand the situation he must have been him to create such a big lie. Deep inside I always thought he created it to protect me from the hurtful thought but in reality, he only created it to protect himself from being the reason another girl cries herself into sleep by the thought of him. Everything he did was for his sake, he didn’t care for me. My feelings seemed like a toy to him and once he got done playing with it, he threw it away. His hand slammed down on my shoulder and he looks at me pleadingly, as if he wanted me to understand him.
“I realized that it was never you I truly loved,” he whispered to me and I broke a little more inside- the pieces becoming shards. “We went into this relationship head over heels, without even being sure of our feelings for each other.”
I stopped him by pushing his hand off my shoulder, trying to smile at him with the tears streaming down my reddened cheeks. “I was clear about my feelings for you.” I whispered, my voice almost too quiet to be heard.

I wiped a stray tear off my cold cheek, wondering how it managed to escape in the first place and scoffed at the cold. I tilted my head upwards to stop the tears from flowing and continued walking along the powdered grass. Tiny snowflakes fell miraculously from the sky as I sat down on a park bench. I had a good view of Hangang River and stared out at the calm sea, listening to the birds chirping high above my head. I couldn’t help but wonder if he missed me as much as I did. If he still thought about me the same way I did about him. If he treasured our memories well, looking at them every once in a while to stay in the memory of what we once used to be.

               “How are you doing?” A voice associated with pain ripped me out of my thoughts about him and I felt my heart skip a beat when I noticed who was standing above me, smiling down at me so brightly. He knew he shouldn’t have asked that question and yet, this question kept him up at night for a certain girl. His chocolate brown hair dripping as the tiny snowflakes melted on his heated face. His eyes were the type of brown that was like a sweet chocolate. The chocolate that melts at the slightest bit of the heat from love, or happiness. But that chocolate can also grow hard from the cold harsh reality that is apparent in this world. Heartbreak, or the depression that he hid from all those around him so well. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to find the proper words while trying to contain my feelings from spilling out all at once.

           “Do not ask me that question.” I replied, tears seemingly falling down my now pale cheeks that had once been pink due to my constant happy state. And just as he began to ask me why, I replied with a sudden fire in my eyes, “You can’t ask how a person is doing after tearing them apart Jungkook. You have no right.”

He looked at me like a stranger, yet worse. Instead of the fragile soul I loved for so long, I saw an enemy. It’s as if all that love became pain, pain became fear and the fear sowed hatred strong enough to break us.

I felt my heart shatter as Jungkook looked at me with the hazelnut eyes I adored so much and I noticed that the love for me I once saw in them has died. That he has moved on while I was still trying to learn to live without him.

               “It’s been a while.” he answered, suddenly taking his eyes off me as if he saw the pain he has caused. As if he experienced all those nights I thought about what has caused this love to fail in the minute of our meeting.

I couldn’t avoid the sarcastic chuckle to escape from my lips as I listened to his terrible attempt of pretending that nothing changed. “It might have been easy for you,” I snorted, lifting up my head and squinting at the sun as more tears flowed down my cheeks. “But I couldn’t ignore the feeling I got deep inside my stomach when you broke my heart. It’s like all the butterflies just died.”

I noticed Jungkook catching his lower lip between his teeth, desperately trying to find a respond to my words but I quickly realized there was no use. When you’re struggling to find the right words, it’s clear that there are no more words left to be said. I wiped the remaining wetness away with the sleeve of my sweater and got up, walking away from him slowly, a smile tugging on the edge of my lips as I looked back at him one last time. Once I turned my head away from him, I couldn’t hold the emotions back any longer. All I was, was sadness, every other emotion pushed from my being. Where there was the love, the light, the laughter is an aching hollowness. I was honest, truthful and full of more love for you than you can ever understand. I have been soft, kind and gentle - yet apparently all that is negated by being too intelligent.

          “Don’t live in the memory of us for too long.” he yelled after me and I stopped in my step, turning my body around to him again. I felt sudden anger raising inside of me by his words and wanted to scream at him, wanted to make him feel all the emotions he just pushed aside but instead, I just nodded at his words.

          “I should be saying it’s okay but I would be the biggest liar in the world if I said that.” I replied, smiling at the ground. “So it’s not okay and it will never be. I bet you had no idea what impact your words would have, no idea it could ruin my life but it did. In fact, you probably hadn’t even realized that I was right there, listening to everything but I did. I hated the fact that you never knew what your words did to me. But now you know and I’m not even sorry~”


~Youngmi~

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I want to talk about my favourite show atm. Strong Woman Do Bongsoon. I’ve seen a lot of praise and bad reviews in regards of this show but honestly, personally, I quite enjoy this but this doesn’t necessarily mean I like or any by means tolerate the problematic side of this drama. 

Honestly speaking if you want to go technical. Yes. The plotting of this drama is sloppy. There are a lot of holes that made you think like? Really? They could’ve used some scenes to do something more related to the drama. There is absolutely endless ideas where the characters took on a lot of developments but somehow they were wasted on some scene. They have also touched on various very sensitive subjects that a lot of people my find offence, uncomfortable, cringe or all at the same time. There has been too many scenes which I hoped I could un-see because its such a shame to have offensive scenes. We could all do without them. I don’t want to go on too much details on this and really don’t want to be specific as I don’t want to spark any misunderstanding with anyone. But frankly let’s just say the scenes I cringe and feel uncomfortable to watch were the ones with Bongsoon’s mother in. That’s it! 

 Anyway, I like this show not because of those. I liked the show because even though the plot is sloppy and they’ve touched on very sensitive subjects. They’ve managed to give both protagonist’s story some justice. 

On a personal level, I think, the story between the male and female protagonist transitioned really well. I enjoyed their characters very much. I love Bongsoon!! Bongsoon loves her family and freinds unconditionally and that’s what makes me happy whenever I watch the show. She cares and I think I would not have enjoyed the show if Bongsoon wasn’t played by Park Boyoung. She’s the perfect fit for the role and although this is my frist drama I’ve watched of her, I can totally tell she has some good acting career up her sleeve. 

Minhyuk’s character is such a charmer. I’m not gonna lie, I watched this right after I have finished Hwarang and I watched this solely Park Hyungisk is playing Ahn Minhyuk. I could not let Hwarang slide doing Sam Maek Jong dirty. I wanted to see Park Hyungsik as a main lead not a second lead!! At first I thought this drama was gonna be terrible but you know what. I was one episode in and I was inlove with both of the protagonists! 

Okay so I have waffled quite a lot so I’m gonna cut this short and say why I love this couple. From the start we could already tell as viewers Bongsoon isn’t the favorite in her household. You can see the neglect and this is even mentioned in some episode in which her dad said something along the lines of Bongsoon wasn’t looked after very well because she’s strong and at a young age she grew to become independent and probably learned to deal with her emotions on her own, which makes me sad because she’s such a sunshine :( 

A similar scenario comes along with Minhyuk. He lost his mom at a young age and has to live with his dad and 3 other step brothers which he was bullied and basically ganged up to in the household. Basically neglected and just pushed aside tbh?

And then they met. They look after each other. I mean Bongsoon was Minhyuk’s body guard at first but remember when they were attacked with bb gun in which Minhyuk’s thought it was too dangerous for the both of them so he proceeded to suggest to hire a body guard to protect the both of them. In which, I, as a viewer went what? Then I went awww because why is he so sweet? Mind you Bongsoon meant to be his bodyguard but he shielded her when they were being shot !! 

I could go on forever but the thing is, from the start Minhyuk has seen Bongsoon’s strength and her capabilities but regardless that, he still want to protect her, he cares about her safety and very thoughtful of her feelings. He knows his boundaries and ugh. How can the writers write such sloppy plot but such a perfect guy?? 

To summarize this, I think the screen caps above finally summarizes it for me and it was such an important line, at least for my fangirl heart. 

Minhyuk knows Bongsoon is insanely strong but he’s also aware that though she is strong, she can not solve everything on her own thus he is there. To stay by her side. To support and guide her. He is the Robin to her Batman. 

Episode 15 is by far my favorite episode from the whole series. They showed everything I have been waiting for from the start of the series. I’m sad its ending tomorrow :( but tbh, episode 15 made it okay for me I enjoyed the episode so much I had to replay some scenes because they are legendary. 

I’m just gonna end this with this photo to show you how satisfied I am with the episode: