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Yuri on Ice interview translation - CREA 2017/03 (p34-35)

Second part of the YOI interviews featured on CREA. As for the one with Kubo, more than “interviews” they are like “mini articles” that incorporate what the interviewed people said. The interviews are with Kenji Miyamoto (choreographer), Eiji Abiko & Junpei Tatenaka (figure skating animators), Yuuko Sagiri (original costume designer), Keisuke Tominaga (music producer).

Random note: thanks to this magazine I was finally able to know that Sagiri’s name is “Yuuko”. When I translated her interview on Pash I did lots of research but wasn’t able to find out the pronunciation so I used Yuiko because that was what came out searching for the name alone, but now it’s confirmed that it’s Yuuko so as soon as I have time I’ll edit that interview to fix it. I swear all magazines should be obliged to provide the pronunciation of names, because sometimes it’s really hard to find out how the kanji are pronounced when it’s not famous people with Wikipedia pages and such…

By the way, the issue of Pash coming out today (Feb. 10th) has an article I was really looking forward to (the second part of Kubo’s detailed commentary on each episode), so I’ll probably spend the night translating it when I get home from work. Also because I want to post it before the YOI all night event on Saturday (I’m going to the live viewing).

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The reality as expressed by 5 people who created “Yuri on Ice”

Reality #2: Choreography x Kenji Miyamoto
“The footage taken with the camcorder was the key to create realistic and powerful anime scenes”

Profile: From Hyogo prefecture. After retiring from competitive ice dance in 2006 he started working as a choreographer and commentator. With director Sayo Yamamoto’s “ENDLESS NIGHT” for the first time he was involved in creating figure skating choreographies for an anime.

The choreographies for all characters’ programs were created by choreographer Kenji Miyamoto. He created them integrating the music with the information he received from director Yamamoto and Kubo regarding the characters and their programs. What was different than usual is that the songs for the FS were 4 minutes long instead of 4:30 minutes.
“In the anime characters need less strokes to speed up, so it’s possible to use less ‘transitions’, the movements connecting different techniques. I cut down on those and made the programs more compact.”
Miyamoto was filmed with 4 fixed cameras and 2 portable camcorders as he danced all the programs, then the footage was edited into a multiframe video based on which the animated figure skating scenes were created.
“I believe that the footage taken with the portable camcorder, that filmed me up close, is what made it possible to create realistic and powerful tournament scenes.”
After watching the finished anime, Miyamoto commented that the characters’ monologues during their performances are realistic.
“When you are performing lots of things are whirling around inside your head. In my case it wasn’t words but still pictures, like photographs. I was happy that they expressed the athletes’ feelings.”


Reality #3: Animation x Junpei Tatenaka & Eiji Abiko
“The performances look realistic thanks to Miyamoto-sensei’s choreographies”

Profile: Animators working for the anime production company MAPPA. Specialized in sports and action scenes. They both created animation for director Sayo Yamamoto’s “ENDLESS NIGHT”.

Animation of the figure skating scenes was created by action specialists Junpei Tatenaka and Eiji Abiko. “It’s the first time that we digitally create 2D pictures after deciding the camerawork. It was very difficult because we had to figure out how to do everything”.
Tatenaka, who was already a fan of figure skating, says: “For the moments I believed to be the ‘highlights’ of a performance I would add 1-2 extra stills. This way, I was able to draw out a little what in the live footage only lasted an instant.” They actually made jumps much higher than they are in real life.
“While being aware that real skaters wouldn’t jump that high, I still wanted the scenes to be striking, therefore I was always looking for a good balance between realism and what could be allowed in animation.” (Abiko)
They both agree that Miyamoto’s choreography footage was the most important factor that allowed them to create realistic performance scenes.
“When there was a key point in the music, Miyamoto-sensei would pose with all of his body creating a beautiful line, from his fingertips to the tips of his toes. It was very easy to draw.” (Tatenaka)


Reality #4: Costumes x Yuuko Sagiri
“I think the only difference is that there were no budget restrictions (LOL)”

Profile: Ballroom dancing costume designer working for the ballet & dance supplies maker Chacott. She has designed figure skating costumes for athletes such as Nobunari Oda and Akiko Suzuki.

Yuuko Sagiri, designer of the athletes’ costumes, created the designs giving importance to functionality that would improve a skater’s performance and to elements that would make the character’s personality stand out, just like she does for real costumes. She chose materials, cuttings and decorations that would actually be employed in costumes used for real performances.
“Normally I objectively watch an athlete’s past performances to understand their level and what kind of movements they are skilled at, and this is then reflected in the design. This time I based the design on the characters’ setting materials, the information I received from the director and the choreography footage by Miyamoto-sensei. I think the only difference is that there were no budget restrictions (LOL).”
Regarding Yuuri’s costume, she mentions that she wanted to reflect the fact that he is psychologically weak and gains weight easily.
“I added shining decorations on his chest so that his face would look bright even when he is tense. The cuts on the waist are to make him look slim.”
Actually, she also designed a costume for Yurio’s exhibition. Sagiri said that she created the design thinking of what “Yurio would really want to wear”. We’d definitely like to see him skate with that costume!


Reality #5: Music x Keisuke Tominaga
“I added melody to the beautiful lyrics that is ‘Yuri on Ice’”

Profile: From Kanagawa prefecture. Music producer. He founded PIANO INC. in 2012 and is the current representative director. His main works include the Pocari Sweat 2016 commercial “Kimi no Yume wa, Boku no Yume.”, the TV anime “Zankyou no Terror”, etc.

When creating the music for this show, music producer Keisuke Tominaga constantly asked himself whether it was music you could dance to.
“I would move my hands, feet, my whole body, sometimes even checking the rhythm like a conductor or a dancer. Figure skating has many elements that resemble ballet, so to express the elegant movements of the body I used many tunes in triple time like waltz and bolero.”
Most of the classical and orchestra tracks were created by Taku Matsushiba, while the vocal tracks and modern band songs by Tarou Umebayashi. They worked on the music as a team, always communicating with each other.
“The world created by Kubo-san and director Yamamoto was like realistic and beautiful ‘lyrics’, and I feel that our role was to create a ‘melody’ for those lyrics. In fact, when I joined together Yuuri’s FS song “Yuri on ICE” and Victor’s recorded voice for the first time, the lines sounded just like the words of a song, and I can’t describe how moved I was. I believe that this strong, deep expression that you would not be able to obtain with music alone is what realistically affects the viewers.”


Bonus in case you haven’t seen it already: Sagiri’s design for Yurio’s exhibition program.

Between otherworldly Creatures II pt.1

taehyung x reader, jimin x reader

genre: contents of smut, fuckboy!taehyung, fratboy!jimin, dirty ‘truth or dare’

word count: 9.2k


Originally posted by ktedits

Two stunning guys toyed with your head as you planned to get your friend hooked up with her crush at a party, but the game ‘truth or dare’ heated things up between the two boys and yourself. It shouldn’t take too long ere you had to decide between an angel and a demon.

Your legs were worn out, sweat pooling on your forehead while you followed your new friend to the showers of the gym. Her name was Tara and you met her two month ago as you stepped into the class of your first seminar in your college. You were on the same page with the skinny girl the moment you first spoke to her and from then on you even changed apartments to move in with the red head. She was kind of your anchor as you were new to your city, no friends, – especially your male bestie Jungkook – no family, just you and a big suitcase with the most important stuff from home. It was an exhausting but exciting time in your life and thanks to Tara it was more exciting than exhausting.

“The workout was lit, y/n”, Tara said while starting the sprinkler of the shower. “I think I lost five pounds the last weeks thanks to you. And Tae can bet his nice little ass that I will catch him next week at his party!”

You laughed, tired bones following her motions as you also let the hot water flow down your figure. “You have a nice body and if he doesn’t fall for you right away then he is blind and dumb”, you told her, wiggling your eyebrows at her. Four weeks ago you dragged her to the gym to lose some pounds. You felt at peace in your body now, but Tara brought you at the verge every time as she knew that this weekend her crush, Taehyung, throw a fratparty with some colleagues. She was all over him and he didn’t even know how she felt. Tara knew him through her brother, Jimin, but the picture of her being Jimin’s innocent little sister never left his mind, so she told you. But this weekend should change their relationship. In the last two month you obtained a close friendship, never leaving each other for more than a few hours, even though she didn’t want to show you pictures of her crush. She got really shy if you asked her about him, but this party would satisfy your curiosity.

“Be my wingman, y/n. No pussy is allowed to reach him this night”, she said pointing her painted nail in your direction. “And what’s most important bring lubricant and condoms!”

Confusion traced your features while you shampooed your hair. “For what do you need lubrication?”

“Y/n. I had many guys and if I want to bond Tae I have to offer him more than boring, monotonous sex, if you know what I mean.”

You shook your head, a small giggle falling from your wet lips. Tara was some levels above you, a kinky girl no guy could withstand. Why haven’t you guessed that she had some intense plans for that night? It was typical as you had seen many things over the last eight weeks of your cohabitation. From threesomes, over anal in the living room to deafening moans out of her bedroom, you have seen it all, mostly unintentional and awkward. But you got advice on many subjects from her and living with Tara never got boring.

“Got it. Let’s make this night yours Tara”, grinning you splashed some water in her direction to which she laughed, taking her revenge.


“I’m sorry to say this y/n, but if you want someone to notice you, you should change this grandma panties. Now”, Tara reprimanded you as she tried to peal you out of your underwear. “Why do you even have something like this?”

You two girls laughed as you stood half naked in front of your friend. She judged your outfit and both, your cute blouse and the underwear were rejected as Tara lay her eyes on them. You on the other side found your outfit fit for the occasion before the red haired girl left your bedroom. Seconds later she came back, a shiny silver crop top and tight black skirt in her manicured hands.

“Show me your wardrobe. Do you own at least some nice dessous?”, she asked, handing you her clothes. “My friends are no party pooper with no sense of fashion, y/n.”

Tara was exaggerating as it was Taehyung’s party and she wanted it to be perfect, for herself and for you. The last days you told her how long it had been since someone fucked you and after that it was the second thing she wanted to make sure happened this night. Yes, you wanted to get laid, too, but on your own pace, with your own style and so on.

“Try this and get dressed while I do my make-up”, Tara reached for some white, lacy underwear that looked so fucking innocent. “No guy can refuse a girl who looks chaste but is actually dirty.”

With doubts you took the undergarment, changing in it as Tara left your room. Her clothes fit you well, the crop top playing around your upper curves while your stomach was showing. The skirt was short, there was no other words to describe it rather than black, short, revealing, tight. Every important part was covered with fabric, but you felt kind of naked as it was not the style you went with usually. Your hair and make-up you did for yourself, not wanting to look like the baddest bitch if Tara did it for you. The thought alone made your skin tingle, because the last time she ran riot on your skin she used so much make-up that you pealed it off after the night.

“I definitely approve, y/n. You look hot!”, Tara came into your room half an hour later, seeing how far you were to going out. “I bet my brother will like you. A lot.”

You rolled your eyes at her statement. It was not the first time Tara mentioned that her brother was the perfect match for you as he was no playboy and had a compassionate, caring heart. Unfortunately you never saw a picture of him nor had you ever met him personally as to why you never toyed with the idea of fucking him. Even though Tara said that nobody was better than her brother – she was family – you knew which guys she liked and if playboy number one got her attentiveness then her brother’s character had to be close to his. And on top they were best friends and that made your decision glass clear. No Jimin, never Taehyung.

“You look pretty..nasty, to be honest”, you declared, looking at her chosen outfit. Well, she had taste – at least sometimes – but today her attire contained a tight, red, low-cut, shoulder free dress which was so short that you could make out the dark fabric of her thong. It was more than you gave her credit for, but if she wanted to succeed with the plan she imposed, it was for the best to go as slutty as possible.

“That’s what I wanted to hear. To be honest, y/n, I think Tae won’t be able to maintain a proper relationship, so my plan is to just get some good fucks out of it”, she sighed, painting her lips in dark red, completing her outfit.


The way was far shorter than you imagined as the cab held in front of a huge house, loud music roaring through the open windows and several dozen people storming the entrance. You were more than content that it was your destination, the fratparty thrown by Taehyung and his friends. You got off of the cab, pulling your skirt down with pain and misery. Oh, the night would be long, you felt it in your bones. Tara took your hand as you walked reluctantly behind her, glancing at the many people inside the house.

“Step number one is to find some alcohol to drown”, she said, leading you through different kinds of masses. “Step two is to find out where Tae is, and Jimin of course.” She winked at you, but you just scoffed at her words.

Tara left you for a moment in the centre of the house while she looked where to find the burning liquid. Therefore you had some time to scan the room of familiar faces, but the guys and girls which were present were all strangers. Most boys already drunk, checking out the dancing girls whom rhythmically moved to the loud music while flirting with some dudes whom had the courage to talk to them. To your disappointment was the clientele of guys not what Tara had promised you. Drunken guys, sweating and staggering could be seen at every frathouse, but Tara assured you that thanks to the host nearly all guys were absolute hot and willing. Everything you witnessed was the complete opposite, greasy and easy to catch. And here you stood, dressed up, too sober and not amused, but as long as Tara got what she wanted, you didn’t want to block her path.

“Ah, y/n! I’m back”, Tara walked in your direction, catching every male’s glance in the room as she tiptoed in her high heels, moving along to the beat. “It took so long because some guys were persistent in flirting with me. Annoying folk.”

Thanking you took the red cup from her hand, taking a large gulp immediately as to why the alcohol burned your throat. Coughing you turned to Tara who avoided your view innocently.

“Holy shit, Tara. What did you give me?”

“Just a little vodka with some coke”, she grinned, scanning the room from the corner you stood in.

“I don’t wanna get wasted tonight. At least not at the beginning”, you scoffed at her before you drowned the drink fully. It was exactly what you needed and after this you had plenty of time until you were thirsty again. The liquid courage was more than helpful to relax your stiffened limbs.

“It’s time for the next step, y/n”, she announced, throwing her empty cup into the bin bag next to her. “Look out for a tall guy, hair mostly fallen on his forehead and certainly talking to some shorter guy”, she advised you before she turned on her heel. “I will be looking for them upstairs, you have to search in the living room, okay? And message me if you found someone who might match to my description!”

You definitely would send her a message, but her description was so meek that you did not know who you were even looking for. Sorry for Tara you just danced your way through the living room before you sat down next to some guys on the couch. They were talking, their backs turned away from you as you snatched another drink, sipping tardily on it to disperse your boredom while slightly bouncing to the beat. Your eyes transited through the masses which danced around you, making you move to the music as well, just seated. Everything was quite fine as you still tried to find Tara’s crush until the guys next to you made an uproar, twitching in their seats while laughing out loud. Your eyebrows furrowed you giggled lightly at their boyish manners before the guy next to you fell back, bumping into your side.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dud-”, he turned around, seeing that you were not part of their group while he apologized, a box smile on his handsome face till he saw you. And the first time this night your attention was caught by someone. He had soft hair that fell into his forehead, big chocolate colored eyes with extremely long eyelashes. His lips were from a dark pink hue, contrasting to his tanned, flawless skin and the light shirt he wore. He was nearly glowing. You saw his box smile as he turned towards you, narrowing his eyes in a rush of..shyness? You couldn’t fathom his expression.

“It’s okay, nothing happened anyway”, you reassured the guy, smiling at him with pearly teeth as you crossed your legs in front of him. Unluckily your skirt slid further up, revealing far more skin than you wanted to. His big, dark eyes followed your motion, cocking up his hidden eyebrows. He was seemingly interest now.

“Even though, I should apologize decently to such a stunning girl”, his voice was low as he turned his whole body into a straight position, facing you completely by now.

Should you be flirting right now? You promised Tara to concentrate on her request and after you helped her you were ‘allowed’ to find someone for yourself. But the utterly attractive guy next to you made this task a lot more difficult.

“And I’m sorry to reject you so bluntly, but I don’t have time right now”, you said, avoiding his gaze that checked you out from top to toe. “Maybe some other time.”

“I see no reason why you would be so busy. Or do you wait for your fuck buddy?”, he pulled his hidden eyebrows up again, tilting his head to look you in your face. “Not that it would be a hindrance though.”

You giggled, he was so rude and had absolutely no shame, did he? The few sentences you exchanged said a lot more about his personality than others revealed in hours.

“Just to your information, I don’t have a ‘fuck buddy’, but I have a personal matter I have to take care of first. So fuck off for a while, will you?”, your voice was sweet, but laced with annoyance.

“But I don’t want to 'fuck off’. How can someone leave you right next to me anyway? You look too hot for me to let you alone”, he said, his voice an octave darker. “And to be honest, I’m not the guy to talk around the bush. I think you’re just my type and I bet I’m yours.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his words. Were you that predictable? Your head shot towards the guy beside you. He casually supported his head with his hand as he leaned against the rest of the couch you sat on. His dark eyes sparkling with interest, looking you straight in yours before he traced his view down your body. You felt very intimidated, sort of naked under his stare and began to squirm on your spot.

“Let me tell you this. Every guy in this house will tell you cheesy lines about how beautiful you look tonight, how pretty your face is or how he cares only about personality. But with me you get honesty. I won’t tell you anything to get into your panties. I will tell you straight what I want. And right now it is you”, he shrugged his wide shoulders, leaning further to you just to whisper the last phrase in your ear.

Goosebumps formed on your arms at his naughty words. You met many guys that were quite straightforward but never once had someone told you that he wanted to fuck you as bluntly as this guy did. But you liked it, kind of.

“Your little talk is nice and so on, but I really am distracted right now”, you sighed in all honesty. It was one thing that you wanted to help Tara, but it was another to finally meet someone who brought your blood to boil with his words.

“Time for a quickie then?”

You laughed at him and he showed his box smile again, perfect teeth showing in your direction.

“See, I’m making you laugh. That’s a good sign. But my question was serious”, grinning he nodded as to why you giggled slightly.

Okay, despite his blunt offer was he very charming and kind of cute, you had to admit. You really thought about just going for a round in the next free room, biting on your bottom lip. “I concede, you are a funny guy, but today I’m not in the mood”, you said as you looked him in his brown eyes, an apologizing smile on your pink lips. You shouldn’t do it, despite wanting him.

Pouting he leaned back again, crossing his arms in front of his broad chest. “How about you give me your number as an apology?”

You contemplated for a while, but fast you decided to give him your phone and in exchange you got his. “I call you if I want some sort of company.”

He shot you a lopsided grin, eyes getting darker as lust filled them. “I’m down for anything, so don’t be shy to message me anytime. By the way, what it your-”

“Oh, Tae! What a coincidence to see you around!”, an all too familiar voice was heard from next to you. Confusion lacing your expression as you saw that Tara stood beside you, smiling suggestively. Just then it hit you like a truck. Tara addressed the guy next to you, not anyone. The guy who you gave your number and was so deliciously checking you out. The same guy whose box smile you found cute and whose words made you laugh and a little aroused.

“Hey, Tara. Long time no see”, Taehyung smiled at her, clearly annoyed for her interference as he was interrupted before he could ask you for your name. If she came only a minute later you could’ve rejected him. Had you known that it was him, the guy the both of you were here for.

“How’ve you been lately?”, silently she motioned for you to slide further to the armrest of the couch so her body fit between Taehyung and you. Slowly you did as she asked you before you shot a glaring glance towards the handsome guy. If  you would’ve know that he’s Tara’s crush you would’ve immediately stopped every try of his and certainly you would’ve never given him your number in the first place.

“The usual”, he simply answered. “And you? I heard you visit the college since two month.”

She laughed softly, laying her hand on his knee. “Jimin must’ve told you. Yeah, college is nice. But before we go in this is my friend y/n.” Tara motioned to you.

“Ah yeah I-”

“Nice to meet you”, you interrupted him hastily, shaking your head a 'no’ at his next words. The boy understood immediately, a knowing smirk laying on his pretty lips.

“Pleasure is mine, y/n. I’m Taehyung”, he leaned over Tara, whose cheeks were tinged in red at his sudden motion, to shake your hand. He remained a little too long in this position while ginning at you, an amused expression behind his eyes.

“Have you seen Jimin? About an hour ago did he leave”, Taehyung said, never leaving your gaze as he sat back. “He might wanna see you.” You were sure to hear the feeling of stress in his voice, wanting for Tara to leave him alone with you.

But the girl next to you crossed her legs as you did before, her dress revealing everything she wore underneath. You poked her, but a hiss signalled for you to go away. You cleared your throat, standing up while pushing your skirt down, again. “I’m heading for the bathroom.”

A small, faked protest left Tara’s lips ere she winked you, returning her entire attention to Taehyung who followed you with his eyes, an evil smirk plastered on his pink lips. You might be fun.

The false excuse you used brought you into the kitchen of the frathouse, lots of alcoholic drinks around you. And you needed that for what was supposed to come.

TaeTae: Are we on the same page here?

You: ?

Was he texting you right now, while sitting next to Tara? He couldn’t be serious, she was all over him and he should appreciate that! And why did he write 'TaeTae’? Such a child. Although you thought that, a small smile crawled onto your lips.

TaeTae: You’re a sneaky little girl, y/n. Do you think I’m blind? So, Tara isn’t allowed to know that I wanna fuck you?

Your heart sank to the bottom at his text. How did he know? You hadn’t given him the credit to be that keen. But Tara is your friend and you should do everything possible to turn the tables around again. Therefore you just wrote one last message before deleting his number.

You: Listen. I’m not the least bit interested anymore. You are too greasy for me and Tara has nothing to do with that.

It was the right decision, you had promised her that no other pussy was allowed to reach him. You included. Your phone vibrated as another message was sent to you, but instead of reading it, you pressed the delete button a second time. Sighing you leaned against the kitchen counter, not even daring to take another cup as you grabbed a bottle of alcohol and took a deep gulp. The liquid burned its way down, making you shudder ere you set it up at your lips again.

“Slow down there!”, a melodious voice rung to you ears, whereas you took the bottle down. A mean remark lay on your tongue as you turned to the stranger, but was stuck at his appearance. It was a guy a few years older than you – maybe Taehyung’s age – and he looked incredibly attractive. He had tanned, golden like skin, a toned body, maybe one that was sculptured by the gods, under his tight dark shirt, ripped, light jeans, wearing a reversed snap-back his hair sticking out on the backside. His almond shaped eyes were crinkled as he flashed you his smile, a crooked front tooth showing through his plump lips. You swallowed the remaining liquid you had in your mouth, the guy leaning next to you.

“Rough night, huh?”, he asked, taking the bottle in his hands. “I can tell you a thing or two about it.”

Perplexed you looked at him as he ingested the last drops of the bottle in one go. Certainly you drank because you were shook about Taehyung and Tara, but what might be the case for someone so good looking to drown his thoughts in alcohol?

“No, just a little complicated”, you laughed shyly, rubbing your bare arms. “Just playing the wingman for my friend. And by luck the guy tried to hook up with me before she came.” You didn’t know why you told him that, but now that it was said you felt a little lighter.

“Sounds pretty bad. I got dumped right now, so let’s toast to being lonely”, his voice sounded cheerful but you could hear the sourness in it and saw the bitterness in his eyes.

His situation was worse than yours. A little flirt was okay, but getting dumped was something on another level, not even worth comparing. You turned in his direction, leaning in further.

“Let me be blunt, but you are the hottest guy in this fucking house and you won’t be long alone. Forget whoever makes you feel like shit. Trust me, every damn girl will chase you in no time, me included!” Maybe it was all the alcohol in your blood or whatever, but you blurted this nonsense a few centimetres in front of his face. To your reassurance did he giggle, a sound that delighted your mood. His eyes were dark brown you discovered as you leaned in too close, well if you would’ve been sober. But you weren’t.

“It’s the nicest shit I heard all night”, he hyped your drunken speech with opening another bottle of the burning liquid. “I’m a lucky bastard to meet someone like you right now.” His fingers were covered with several rings on each hand, handing you the newly unclosed flask. You just nodded as you took a sip, never once leaving the boy next to you with your eyes. Was he the catch of the night? Two hot guys in half an hour were more than you hoped for. He represented the substitute for Taehyung, you thought.

“Before I forget. I’m y/n”, you introduced yourself, a little late, but better late than having the same situation as before. Your hand reached for his and as the guy smiled at you again, you felt your heart race a little.

“Lovely name, y/n”, he still held your hand, staring into your eyes. “My name is Jimin.”

And here it was again. A cursed day? Did something other worldly wanted to test your nerves? Of course it was Jimin, Tara’s brother and Taehyung’s best friend. Therefore a loud laugh escaped you, not believing how the night took its turns. First and foremost did you tell him about the friend you was here with, someone who wanted to fuck you and especially that this friend wanted to hook up with the said guy.

“I didn’t expect that reaction, but I like it”, he also laughed, only the reason a little differently. Then you pulled your hand away, the warmth of his hand making you nervous. “So, that friend of yours is now fucking another dude, leaving you all alone in a kitchen full of alcohol?” He cocked his dark eyebrows up, crossing his muscular arms in front of his chest.

“I’m not sure if this is the case right now, but here I am, standing next to you with a full bottle of booze”, you held up the flask, tilting your head, a grin on your pink painted lips. “Call it fate or whatever, but let’s share this before I get bored again.”

Jimin shook his head, a hand over his plump lips as he tried to look composed. But despite his tries did the quiet laugh fell from his lips. “I can’t guarantee that I’m the best company for your plans right now.”

The pretty boy reached for the bottle, but before he snatched it away you dragged it teasingly to your chest. “Not here, Jimin.” He looked at you with wide eyes, his plump mouth agape at your words. “You guys just think with your dicks, huh. I meant to go outside or wherever.”

“Ah, yeah, that’s what I thought about, too”, he didn’t even try to hide his embarrassment, scratching his neck before he headed out of the kitchen. Behind him you giggled, finding his flustered state really cute.

Jimin guided you through the moving mass of guests, past the living room, to the door of the terrace. The summer night was chilly, but the spirits spread warmth around your half naked torso. Outside sat several couples, looking at the stars or making out while Jimin motioned for you to sit next to him on the stairs which led to the garden of the frathouse.

“Wanna talk about the girl that dumped you?”, after a few silent minutes you asked him this question, sipping on the bottle. Your hands were wrapped around it, holding onto the flask as you waited for him to answer you.

“I don’t think it’s a story for a party night. Maybe some other time”, he rejected your offer, gaze across the dark garden. “I’m such a party pooper, aren’t I?”

You patted his arm, trying to sooth his mood. “It happens to everyone. What about playing some games inside after we finished our tasty liquor?” With a shy smile you wagged the bottle, wiggling your eyebrows as his face lightened up again. Then he grabbed the flask, taking a strong slug before he wiped away some droplets from his wet, rose mouth. You followed his movement and found it very arousing as his thumb glided across his plump bottom lip.

He coughed slightly, looking away from you around the terrace. Flustered from your starring you avoided your gaze as well, swallowing the knot of awkwardness. The minutes past by as you just sat next to each other, everyone thinking about their own life and what the future might bring, nibbling on the hole of the flagon after each other until it was nearly empty.

“That’s what I needed”, Jimin declared, stretching his toned body. “Thanks, y/n.”

“Don’t thank me, I liked your company, too, Jimin”, you responded, a sweet smile playing on your lips. The boy next to you shot you an unreadable glance before his plump lips turned upwards as well.

“Time went by too fast for my liking”, Jimin suddenly admitted, a small sigh leaving his pretty mouth. “But we should go inside. My best friend is hosting the guests all alone and to be honest I don’t trust him if there are tits in the same room.”

How right he was, you thought. You stood up yourself, adjusting your clothes ere you made your way back in the house. Loud music drone against you as you opened the door of the terrace. Without a second thought you turned around to grab Jimin’s hand, you were clearly tipsy.

“I might lose you”, you just said, winking at his flustered state. He was really something. It didn’t took you long to find Tara next to Taehyung in the corridor, a few other people around them. She didn’t succeed, did she? You knew that there was something odd as you stepped closer, Jimin still holding onto your hand.

“Oh, y/n! That was a long stay in the bathroom”, she waved you to join the group, but her eyes flew to the boy you held onto. A grin spread across her red lips, seeing how the both of you held hands. “And who is that? My lost brother is alive”, her high voice made the little group laugh while greeting the two of you. A swift movement let you pull your hand away from Jimin’s while hugging your best friend shortly. The expression on his face petrified. Was everything alright with him?

“How’s step three going?”, you whispered in her ear, your eyes leaving the pretty boy beside you.

“Not so good. Plan B, y/n”, she hissed before letting you go. Tara was so immersed in getting Taehyung that she did not even ask why you and her brother came from the same direction, holding each others hand.

Plan B included the most daring game drunk people shouldn’t play. Firstly because someone always fucked up the rules. Lastly because you knew that the boys were dick listening dorks whom wanted to get every chance of seeing a girl naked. But the biggest hindrance was the boy with the big, brown eyes who licked his lips the moment he lay eyes on you again. Taehyung. And a little bit Jimin, but he didn’t make you as nervous and squirming under his eyes as his best friend did.

“Okay guys, this party is nice and so on, but something really goes slow. To spice things up a little let’s play a game”, Tara suggested, the group of eight listening to her.

After discussing where you wanted to play, you followed Jimin, Taehyung and your friend Tara upstairs to an empty bedroom to play truth or dare.


Beside you on the floor sat Tara and another girl whose name was Rose. Next to Tara was here brother Jimin, sitting in a cross-legged position. He hadn’t said a word since you arrived at the small group of his friends, for your liking a bit suspicious, but you didn’t know why exactly. The bed in front of you was lined with Taehyung, their friends Namjoon, Hoseok and Nora. Before you went upstairs someone had the idea to grab some bottles of booze out of the kitchen, so now you all sat in a kind of circle, handing out the flasks and played truth or dare.

“Jimin, I always thought that Tara had a dirty mind, but playing truth or dare with Tae is another form of naughtiness”, Nora said, laughing at the boy next to Tara, who wasn’t that amused by that fact.

“I’m an adult now, so shut up, will you? Let’s get started”, Tara smiled at the girl with hatred in her eyes but an amazing smile on her lips. There was definitely something behind her reaction, you thought and couldn’t wait to adept that story.

“Anyone wanna start?”, Taehyung’s dark voices sounded through the room, a smirk playing on his lips while he supported his position with hands next to his sides. “No one? Okay then, Namjoon truth or dare?” The tanned boy didn’t leave anyone the chance to answer his question ere he directed his voice to the tall guy next to him. And your friend was right as she told you that Taehyung’s and Jimin’s friends all were hot guys, and so were Namjoon and his buddy Hoseok.

Namjoon thought a bit – he seemed to know Taehyung’s kinks – before he took 'truth’.

“Oh, come on, how boring”, Taehyung rolled his eyes, nudging his friends arm. “If you had to snog one person in the room, who would it be?” Okay, that was a tame question, but it had to start like that in order to get to the good ones.

“Sorry, Jimin, but I definitely take Tara for that one”, Namjoon said, an apologetic look at her brother who just shrugged at him.

“I don’t care as long as you don’t fuck her in front of me, do what you want with her”, Jimin laughed a little, pushing his sister who was shocked at his words. “Go on, Joons.”

The tall guy turned towards Tara, who took dare and had to prank a number Namjoon chose in her phone. It was so freaking funny as she had to call her ex-boyfriend and hadn’t you interfered it would have ended in phone sex! It was a really good one, but as time passed the questions got more intimate and the dares got to the level to which Nora already had to strip, Hoseok had to give you a lap dance – this boy could move, holy shit – and Taehyung had to send a nude to the contact in his phone chosen by Tara, and of course she sent it to herself, you had to coax her into showing it to you – the curiosity overwhelming. Luckily only simple tasks were asked from you until your friend turned towards you, her next question chosen with hidden thought.

“Truth or dare, y/n”, she smiled evilly and you had a fore-bonding what would come next, but you took 'dare’ anyway, 'truth’ was not as thrilling, not when you were drunk.

“Oh, y/n. Tara’s stare is insane, why playing with fire?”, Hoseok grinned, showing his perfect teeth.

You shrugged your shoulders at the boy with the dark curls, where would be the fun otherwise? Nervously you leaned back on your hands, waiting for the red haired girl to tell you what to do.

“Kiss Jimin all around his down-low area, not his dick”, Tara wiggled her brows while excited shouts filled the room. “Go on, Honey. You’re goody-two-shoes tonight and need to enjoy this.”

Wide brown eyes looked at you as you stood up, Namjoon and Hoseok making way for Jimin to sit down on the bed. He just stared down at you as you took his hand to squeeze it lightly, kneeling in front of him. Next to the handsome boy sat Taehyung, excitement on his features as his view landed on your flushed face in between Jimin’s legs.

“Don’t come in your pants, Jiminie”, Taehyung nudged his friend in the side, but Jimin was seemingly nervous for what was going to happen. His face was tinged in pink, his brown eyes wide and his hands sweaty as he fell back on his elbows, looking down to you. With slightly trembling hands you opened his jeans, pulling them and his boxers so far down that you already saw the shaft oh his semi-hard cock. At the sight in front of you, you were strangely aroused, feeling all eyes on you as you lowered you head down to press a delicate kiss on the shadow above his dick. The stubbles of his shaved lap tickled you as you left one kiss after the other on his solid skin.

“Look at her and think how her pretty little mouth is so near your dick”, Taehyung whispered, never letting you go with his eyes. Your gaze shot towards him while you slowly left wet kisses along Jimin’s down-low area. Every time your lips got closer to his dick, you felt how his member twitched inside his pants, turning you on as you followed both boys at the same time. Jimin for his expressions as you trailed a path around his shadow and Taehyung to see his reaction while getting dangerously near Jimin’s shaft. The nagging feeling of all eyes on your back intensified as Jimin’s plump lips escaped a low whimper which he tried to hide under the palm of his hand. Heat rushed double in your face as you pulled away, looking up at Tara. It was embarrassing for Jimin if he started to enjoy it a little too much, you thought. And so was it for you, because if it would go on you weren’t sure to what Taehyung would animate you with his comments. You played some rounds of truth or dare over the years, some even more perverted, but right now it felt so intimate kissing his lap while feeling the content tightening of his jeans under your mouth.

“I think that’s enough”, she looked at you with an unknown expression, her eyes watching the boys’ faces as you stood up, your hands on your cheeks ere you sat down next to your friend again. Jimin cleared his throat, pulling his jeans back up before he made his way to his previous position.

“Jimin, you’re pretty hard right now”, Taehyung teased, grinning down the lap of the boy with the reversed snap back.

“You would be too if a girl would do it for you”, Jimin spat, narrowing his eyes shyly, his rings covered hands trying to hide the prominent bulge in his pants.

“I fucking am, dude”, Taehyung chuckled lowly, his eyes changing between his lap and his friend. To that Jimin looked up, a small grin on his full, rose lips.

“Before you show us what is in your jeans, let’s continue”, Rose said, shifting next to you. “Who do you choose, y/n?”

Your view traced the faces as you contemplated which person should do a task next. Definitely not Jimin, you thought ere you stopped at Taehyung’s figure. It was already a few rounds past that it was his turn.

“Tae, truth or dare”, you asked innocently, the pink hue of your cheeks slowly fading after your dare.

The boy smirked down at you, scratching his neck. Tara whispered something to you while you waited for the tanned guy to choose: “Say something with me. The more perverted the better!”

“Truth”, his dark voice filled the room. You expected him to take the opposite, but okay, there would be some questions you wanted to ask him. Unfortunately you promised to help your friend and therefore you asked him about her.

“Would you fuck Tara?”, you blurred out, a pleased smile plastered on Tara’s pretty face. Only Jimin wasn’t that happy at your question, straightening himself, a glare shot in Taehyung’s direction. He just sighed, shaking his head at this question.

“Y/n, you underestimate me. I would fuck every damn girl that is at least a little hot or willing, or both. But Tara is like a little sister to me”, he stated, pointing at your friend. “Tonight she looks stunning, but how weird is it to sleep with my best friend’s sister? If I fuck it up our friendship is ruined.”

Silence filled the room after his statement. It wasn’t the expected answer, neither for you and absolutely not for Tara who stiffened at Taehyung’s honest words. You could see how offended she was, but a plastered fake smile on her red lips hushed it up while she nodded in agreement.

“I’m totally on the same page, Tae”, she said, her cheeks utterly red. “It’s your turn to nominate someone.” As fast as possible did she try to change the subject, too hurt by his blunt honesty. Even if he was her brother’s best friend, didn’t she mean something to him? Or was it just toying with her mind, every briefly glance of his just fake?

You saw that her mood changed after that and with some little naughty dares Tara was back to her old self, less screaming but at least more cheerful. It must have been hard for her since she had a crush on Tae for a few years now, and getting rejected like this by him. Luckily she drowned several gulps of booze as to why she couldn’t concentrate on him anymore.

Time passed by as your group held their stomachs from laughter, the 'truths’ getting very private and some funny 'dares’ were distributed. Jimin had to slap Namjoon for full five minutes, Hoseok should unwrap a candy with his tongue – but failed – and Rose had the task to take off her undies in front of you before she should gift it to the first person she saw outside the room.

“Well, y/n, I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven”, Rose grinned at you, after her task you had laughed like crazy and now she wanted to revenge you for that. “With him.” Her digit pointed to Taehyung, a surprised expression on his handsome face. Jimin and Tara also stared at Rose for her request, but you didn’t mind.

“Seven minutes? No problem”, you shrugged your shoulders.

Tae just chuckled at your words. Seven minutes were enough for him to make you shout his name, he thought boastful. The rest of the group walked out of the room going downstairs for a change, Tara looking at you, fathomless.

“Try asking him further about me, y/n! I owe you one”, she hastily said, walking past you in her short red dress. Sure, what else would you do anyway, you thought while closing the door after Tara left.

“Here we are again, y/n. Just you and me, for seven long minutes”, the way too good-looking guy said, leaning his tall body against the wall next to the door. “Why don’t you come here so I can show you what seven minutes can do?”

His voice was lower than before, eyes narrowed to your legs while he bit down on his rose bottom lip. He definitely was hot, but forbidden territory, even though his hungry eyes were taking your clothes off. Lord, give me strength!

“I better go as far away from you as possible”, you grinned at him, making your way back to the bed. “I already told you that I’m not interested anymore. I heard from your reputation, Taehyung.” It was a bluff, but everything you actually heard about him was that he was a player, toying with as many girl as he can, at the same time. Therefore you absolutely didn’t know why Tara was all over him. Who knows, maybe he had plans after this party as well?

“That!”, he stepped towards you, only saying this word before he fell down on the mattress. “The reason you don’t want me anymore, it’s what you heard about me, right? Or maybe Tara?” Taehyung cocked his bushy eyebrows up, a move he did often. “First you are trying to push me away, then you even showed interest while giving me your phone number and now after your friend showed up, you suddenly lost it all? Suspicious, y/n, very unlikely for someone who drooled over me.”

“Drooled over you?”, you exploded. When did you do that? “Your ego is too big, Taehyung. For real, just having a pretty face and nice body won’t get you anywhere.”

The boy slid his hand over you knee as to why you flinched, glaring at him. He was so confident in his actions, not the least bit afraid of being rejected. And to be honest he had no reason to be afraid anyway! If Tara wasn’t there you would have fucked him, from the moment he showed you his box smile, but it wasn’t the case so you refrained from doing that.

“Don’t worry about that, y/n. I know you think I’m hot and I can guarantee you, it’ll be worth your while if you just take things as they come. Seven minutes in heaven are for make-out sessions, dry humping or blow jobs, not for bitching around.”, he stated, closing the distance that separated your bodies further.

“Seriously, Tae, you’re too persistent for my liking”, you shook your head, but didn’t go away, neither from his try to close the separation nor from his big, soft hand on your knee.

“Oh, what’s your liking then? Jimin?”, he asked, leaning his shoulder against your own. “The good boys make your knees weak then? I can be very good, if you want me to”, he whispered in your ear, goosebumps forming on your arms. “No wonder you nearly blew him up without touching him.” Taehyung laughed, tracing your thigh up to the hem of your black skirt. Even if he offered you to be 'a good boy’, you doubted that he fulfilled this duty with his whole being. He wasn’t a sub, definitely not. Maybe he liked to switch some times, but mostly he would be the dominant one. You on the other side was content with both, loving how men made you scream their names, loving to hear whimpers of the one you pleasured.

“Jimin is hot, so are you, but it was just part of the game”, you said weakly, feeling how your composure crinkled under his firm touches. “And tell me who wouldn’t like being touched like this?”

“You got a point, y/n”, the tanned boy responded, smiling down at you, a hidden meaning behind it.

You began to squirm under his hand, the actions from before still turning your tipsy mind on. Therefore you inhaled loudly, the boy next to you making you more nervous by the minutes. Why was he so charming with his dark, round eyes and his glowing skin, that felt undoubtedly warm and soft on your own.

“I’m curious, please tell me, am I that bad of a catch?”, his voice was not as teasing as before while asking you, a little concern tracing through. “It’s the last time I will ask you. You lost all interest in hooking up with me? Now and in the future?”

The answer should be clear by now, but you hesitated. Tara was your friend and way more worth than a hook up. Hot guys could be found everywhere, Taehyung just the icing of them all.

“Listen, I would fuck you, right now”, you sighed as to why Tae’s features lightened up, getting closer to you. “But you were right, okay? It’s because of Tara. She wants you and I just was her wingman, no pussy allowed to reach you and neither am I.” Your confession was blurted out as fast as possible, finally able to say what you wanted made your heart a little less heavy.

Taehyung’s glance told you that he already new that. “As I said, I’m not blind and on all counts not dumb, y/n. Jimin and I are best friends since middle school, Tara tried everything over the years. Today was just more extreme, but I can assure you that I won’t lay a hand on her. My friendship to Jimin is more important to me than a fast fuck.”

You listened to his explanation, and ascertained that you stood in the same position as Taehyung. He wanted to sleep with Tara, but his bromance stood in his path. You on the other hand wanted to hook up with Taehyung, but he was the crush of your friend. Giggles fell from your lips at that insight.

“See, our situations are on the same page, Taehyung”, you tapped on his jeans covered knee, smiling soothingly at him. “We have one minute left, let’s not talk about hooking up with each other anymore.”

The tanned, handsome guy nodded agreeing before he fished his phone out of his pocket.

“I set a timer, but just relax for the bit time we have left”, his voice was just a whisper as he lay his phone on his lap, the time ticking from sixty seconds downwards.

A smile turned your pink lips upwards, watching his actions while brushing your hair behind your ear. What could happen in fifty seconds?

“Normally, I let the girl go down on me immediately if I’m the lucky one, but why are you so stubborn? I don’t even dare to kiss you”, Taehyung smiled at you with his box smile, eyes crinkled as a low chuckle left his aesthetic lips. Your voice attuned with his, leaning into him until your lips were only a few centimetres apart.

“Thirty seconds, Taehyung. Nothing more than a kiss”, you whispered, breath tickling his wet mouth as he stared at yours.

You had barely vocalized your thought as Tae cupped your face in his beautiful, strong hands. A moment later he closed his eyes, pressing his soft lips straight on yours not wasting the little time you had. Tae’s lips felt so utterly delicious on yours, the kiss tasting like alcohol and mint whereas his strong, manly cologne fogged your senses. Slowly, tasting his sweet lips you two moved into each others kiss while you grabbed his shoulders, looking for support as he deepened the osculation, tracing his tongue around your bottom lip. Right as you wanted to let him in your mouth, a strange sound reached your ears. The time was up. Taehyung didn’t pull away as he pressed his lips heavily on yours before you pushed him tardily from you, a smacking sound filling the small room.

“I think I’m addicted, y/n. Don’t leave me hanging now”, the beautiful guy whined, so close to you that you were afraid to jump on him again. Thirty seconds were enough for you to want more of him. Therefore you just cleared your throat, controlling the heat that was rushing to your cheeks.

“It was nice and so on, but that’s all we will ever do, Taehyung”, abruptly you stood up, separating you two as you walked to the door, opening it and stepping out.

“Is messaging you okay?”, Tae shouted after you, seemingly frustrated that you left him without another word.

“Let’s find out”, you grinned over your shoulder, taking your swollen bottom lip between your teeth. He sat on the bed, legs spread wide as he licked his wet lips, tasting the remains of your lips. “See you, Tae.”

With that you rushed down, the confidence that evolved from the adrenalin in your blood vanishing. God, he was so utterly hot, charming and so fucking handsome. How were you supposed to say 'no’ the next time you met him? You had to make sure that it didn’t happen again, not as long as Tara was after him. Kissing him as part of the game was one thing you found okay, but nothing more. Never again.

“Y/n! We’re here”, Hoseok shouted over the music, waving as he smiled at you, the sun going up. “Where’s Tae?”

You scratched you neck, stuttering over your next words: “I guess upstairs. But I think the party is over for me tonight. I drank too much. Where are Tara and Jimin?” Namjoon, Nora, Rose and Hoseok stood in the middle of the vivid living room, no trace of your friend and her brother.

“Jimin wanted to draw the lines with her again. It seems she has a thing for his best friend and Jimin hates it”, the smiling boy declared, nodding towards the door of the terrace.

“That’s shit”, you just said before you told him you wanted to go home again. “I’m collecting Tara, so maybe we see each other some time.”

“We definitely will”, Hoseok winked at you, a hidden meaning behind his action, but at that time you didn’t know what the future had planned for you.

You wriggled your body through the dancing mass, reaching for the door-handle of the terrace as you saw Tara and Jimin speaking to each other. Well, it was more as if Jimin spoke and Tara pouted while listening. “Just promise me that even if you end up fucking, as a couple or whatever the fuck you want to, don’t ruin my friendship to him. If he hurts you, it’s is your problem, got it? You know how he is”, anger laced Jimin’s calm voice as he warned his sister. “And now go home, you drank a lot.”

You coughed slightly to get their attention. Both heads shot in your direction at the interruption.

“I-I just wanted to say that I’m leaving. I’m too drunk to continue partying tonight”, you stuttered as Jimin’s gaze landed on you. His dark eyes softening at your figure while patting his sister on her shoulder.

“Do me a favour and take her with you, will you?”, Jimin smiled at you, touching your arm as he walked past you. “I owe you one, y/n.”

“Sure. I’m coming back to this phrase”, you smiled shyly at him, taking your phone out ere you handed it to him. “Maybe I could contact you some time.”

Jimin grinned at your action, but took it and typed into the keys happily. “It’s just fair after you gave me a hard time back upstairs”, he whispered next to your ear, so Tara couldn’t catch his words. Jimin was completely different from his best friend, because these harmless words left his tanned skin in a hue of dark pink.

“Was a pleasure, Jimin”, you chuckled, looking up in his angelic face before Tara impatiently grabbed your arm, tugging you away from her brother.

“If I don’t get a dick, then you neither”, she snorted, pulling you after her as she stormed to the entrance of the frathouse. You looked back over your shoulder to see Jimin standing on the same spot, waving at you, his phone in his hand. It was a signal for you not to forget to message him.

Outside you told your friend everything you and Taehyung talked about and did upstairs – except for the kiss. “Y/n, thanks for the night even though it wasn’t as planned, but I have another idea to finally get Taehyung in my panties.”

Long weeks lay ahead while Tara and you climbed onto the back-seat of the cab that brought you home.

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newt-fruit-main  asked:

Hey! I am very pro-AZA facilities, but I am a little bit concerned about your recent comment on sanctuary breeding. Sanctuaries and rescues are NOT receiving genetically valuable animals, usually they come with no genetic history, and are inbred for color morphs or mixed species (i.e. tigers)! This wouldn't be smart breeding for conservation like the SSPs! (1/?)

The animals they receive should essentially be considered like the excess domestic dog/cat populations in the US (only big and dangerous), because there truly are more than there are available suitable homes for. The argument of breeding for conservation in captivity has to be done in line with responsible breeding that’s part of a larger networked plan, because roadside zoos breed all kinds of animals irresponsibly (filling up the sanctuaries) and claim conservation.

Most of what you’re saying is true, and what you’re most concerned about re: the SSP mention is going to be an issue in the future. However, there are a couple things I want to respond to because they’re going to be super important for people who care about big cats to understand in the near future, in regards to conservation and the sanctuary industry and animal rights interactions. I’m gonna break those down below, but it’s not intended as a smackdown - you just gave me a great opening to talk about something I’ve been realizing I need to write about. To give you some context: I’ve spent the last couple months digging into the histories of sanctuaries and rescues as an industry and studying a lot of the exotic animal legislation that has been proposed/passed in the last couple decades. That means I’ve been researching the evolution of legislation and how animals move (both around the US, and between types of placement) in response to it, and what legal actions or public petitions influence those movements. The holistic picture is… interesting. 

First, though, I want to talk about a couple of the statements you made - because they’re super common in sanctuary messaging right now and, most importantly, have started showing up in legislation and lobbying regarding big cats recently. 

The lack of known lineage for big cats coming into sanctuaries and rescues was really only accurate in the 90s and potentially early 2000s, and from what I can really was at latest an issue up until 2007. The 90s was the period when the big cat population in private ownership in the US was out of control and rescue began to be a big deal - hence the formation of the current major big cat sanctuary organizations. The last large number of big cats of “unknown origin or lineage” left private hands and went into sanctuaries between 2004-2007, as people prepared for the full enforcement of the Captive Wildlife Safety Act (which, among other things, prohibited moving cats across state lines). After that point in time, the need for rescue - by which I mean hoarder situations or animals that truly were not receiving appropriate care, not exotic pet politics framed as abusive - dropped off sharply because anyone who hadn’t given up their big cats prior to 2007 was very aware that the CWSA meant that they were responsible for keeping those animals for life because they could no longer be easily transported to a new owner or another facility. So, a decade after that, animals coming into rescue are generally coming from either pet situations or are confiscations from private facilities. The people who are currently breeding big cats outside of AZA accreditation - regardless of what else you think about them or their practices - are smart enough to understand that inbreeding can occur and that tracking bloodlines is important. All of the exotic pet communities are pretty small and tight-knit in the US, so I can’t believe that there’s no known lineage for the animals currently ending up in sanctuaries. It might not go back more than a couple generations, or might not be something the sanctuaries are given, but it’s got to exist. 

I’m also really skeptical about the whole “there are more big cats than there are suitable homes for” messaging that’s omnipresent in the rescue and sanctuary industry right now, for two reasons. One, there’s no agreement on what a “suitable home” for a big cat is: the Animal Welfare Act is the federal set of requirements for appropriate care, but sanctuaries and animal rights groups consistently condemn places that meet that criteria, and only AZA likes the idea of AZA standards being a requirement for a suitable home, since most facilities don’t have the funding and mission to become part of the AZA. This means there’s no other set of standards that sanctuaries and rescues can point to to back up a claim about a situation for a big cat being ‘not good enough’. Since sanctuaries continue exist because they house confiscated animals, in the absence of data or concrete standards used to quantify a bad situation, any statement they make about big cat quality of care is inherently embroiled in politics. 

Two, the current numbers for captive big cats in the US just do not make sense. They’re all over the place and appear to be estimations because there aren’t primary source citations in any document - legislative or media - that I’ve found past 2003, and even that’s iffy. 

Let’s just look at tigers, for instance. In 2003, a paper Nyhus and Tillson estimated that there were anywhere between 5000-12,000 captive tigers in private hands alone in the US. The excuse given for such a huge potential range: the authors think most pet tigers would be kept illegally and not reported. It goes on to say the most likely estimates are between 7000-9000, but following up on those sources simply gives me news articles where the one of the authors is quoted about those numbers - there’s literally no data or study cited to support that. Okay, so, hold on, we’re guesstimating in a scientific paper about the existence of multiple thousands of tigers, multiple times more than exist in the wild, because of an utter absence of data and the determination that people lie? That doesn’t seem right.  But, then, in 2008 a report on tiger trafficking done by Fish and Wildlife said there are “as many as” 5000 tigers in the US - total, including in zoos and sanctuaries as well as private hands. They were using data from a single 2005 study, which estimated 3349 tigers in “private” hands (2120 in USDA licensed facilities that were not considered zoos or sanctuaries and 1129 in non-exhibition situations). That’s a drastic difference from 2003-2005, and only the 2005 citation shows evidence of actually having data backing it. Now, fast forward to the last couple of years. In 2014, the World Wildlife Fund states that of the 5000 tigers it thinks are in the US, 4700 of those tigers are in private hands. In 2015, the founder of the sanctuary group Tigers in America stated that he thinks there are actually upwards of 7000 tigers in the US with no mention of location. Neither of these statements have any sort of citation, and those numbers don’t make sense. It’s been a decade since the last mention I can find of an actual study of the locations of big cats in the US, so does that mean the numbers that are now being used in legislation and advocacy efforts are simply estimates based on how many pet tigers these organizations think people aren’t reporting? Not to mention, the numbers don’t make sense - the Captive Wildlife Safety Act, as well as many pieces of state-and local-level legislation restricting big cat ownership have majorly restricted the ownership, transport, and breeding of big cats. How are the numbers going up as legislation gets more restrictive? If anyone can show me actual data on the number of big cats in captivity in the US post-2005, I’ll happily update this post - until then, I remain pretty skeptical about this supposed surplus of big cats because after months of searching I’ve found no primary data anywhere to support it. 

Next, let’s chat about roadside zoos for a second. If you’re not aware of why I think that appellation is outdated and meaningless to the general public, please take a second to read this article I wrote about the topic. This is especially pertinent to this discussion, as many facilities outside of AZA (frequently referred to as roadside zoos) directly contribute to the success of SSP programs - see Mill Mountain Zoo’s success with Pallas Cats and Red Wolves, and Tanganyika Wildlife Park’s success with Clouded Leopard breeding. Not all non-AZA places are of the same quality - some do still promote breeding color morphs or talk about white tigers as a separate subspecies - but it’s inaccurate to say that all roadside zoos don’t contribute to conservation or just “fill up sanctuaries” with excess animals. 

Okay. Now, on to the SSP and sanctuaries comment. Most of the cats coming into sanctuaries right now are either previous pets or animals confiscated after animals rights investigations, as mentioned above. Right now, AR groups aren’t going after places that participate in SSPs… but that’s not going to last. For years, HSUS has been campaigning to close down every zoo that isn’t AZA. You can see that in their rhetoric, and in the fact that in every single piece of legislation and media they right they directly contrast how AZA does things with the horrors of roadside zoos. As of earlier this month, the CEO of HSUS made a statement indicating that AZA is partnering with them to help police the rest of the zoo industry - and the biggest focus that HSUS wants to see from AZA is help shutting down roadside zoos, according to a representative who spoke on HSUS’ behalf at the 2016 AZA national conference. It’s convenient that there’s no operant definition for “roadside zoo” published anywhere in HSUS literature since 1980, isn’t there? (See the linked article above for that discussion). This leads us to the question of what happens to the big cats in external facilities that participate in SSPs when animal rights organizations start going after facilities they deem “roadside zoos” or those they condemn for simply not being AZA. Somehow I sincerely doubt they’ll deviate from the long-term plan of shutting them all down just because they happen to support a decent big cat conservation program. When HSUS lobbies to have a facility investigated, and the Animal Legal Defense Fund (ALDF, the legal branch of the AR organizations) get involved with advocating to have animals removed from a facility, there’s always a sanctuary or two ready and willing to take those poor animals -  and they’re all ones that are tightly associated with the animal rights organizations and decry the breeding of their residents. So yes, I do think we’re going to see genetically valued animals “rescued” from facilities where they were part of legitimate, planned breeding programs in the near future and put in sanctuaries where they can no longer contribute to the conservation of their species. 

I also don’t think it’s a stretch to say that the animal rights organizations will eventually start going after AZA, once all the other zoos have been driven out of business or had their animals confiscated. The head of BCR has said publicly that she wants to see all cats removed from zoos and in sanctuaries by 2025 - and that she plans on doing it by first turning the public against roadside zoos, and then by taking in all the big cats the zoos abandon after she convinces the public that they’re fundamentally immoral for having them. That lines up pretty neatly with the current rhetoric coming out of sanctuaries and animal rights organizations about zoos right now, and hey, BCR and HSUS and ALDF are all sponsors of all the recent big cat welfare petitions to the USDA and heavily involved in lobbying for congressional legislation like the Big Cat Public Safety Act. Still not convinced? In the newest iteration of the BCPSA, AZA-accredited facilities are no longer accorded their historical exemption from the proposed regulations. 

Big cat sanctuaries may currently only have cats who aren’t considered valuable to conservation programs, but I don’t think it’ll stay that way. All of the animals who came into the sanctuaries because of the Captive Wildlife Safety Act in 2007 (along with a ton of funding, because pretty faces and sob stories are great for fundraising) are reaching the end of their natural lifespans. If the sanctuaries want to continue to exist, they have to get new animals from somewhere - and you can see them beginning to turn against the zoo industry and demand ownership of their animals. It’s scary, but it’s real, and it looks like it’s starting already - in late 2016, ALDF notified Landry’s Downtown Aquarium (an AZA facility) of their intent to sue for removal of their tigers under the Endangered Species Act if Landry’s did not send the cats to an accredited sanctuary. 

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Down in the Library Basement

Running a library is not an easy thing to do.

You’d be surprised at the number of people who think that all librarians do is sit around and read the whole day. They have no concept of all the duties that come with being a librarian. In just one day, my mother will teach a class for senior citizens on how to use the computer, help four different families find the graves of their loved ones, register a thousand new books into the system, reorder all the books that have been returned, hold a story-time session for the children… the list goes on and on.

The point of me telling you this is for you to understand that it takes a person with a degree and years of experience to run a library… and I am not that person.

My mom has run our small town’s library for over twenty years.  She’s damn good at what she does, and that’s the only reason that town still has a library. Unfortunately, this meant that it was difficult to replace her, even for a short amount of time, when she fell down the basement stairs and broke her leg.

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Political Animals-Election Day (Part 15)

A/N: Warning for gun violence in this chapter FYI. Well we’ve come to the end of the road with this story.  Thanks to everyone for your comments and your enthusiasm.  There will be an epilogue after this, and then it’s on to the next story.  Thanks for reading!  Jen

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

It’s finally here.  The day that has been the focus of the Winchester and Novak families for the past two years.  Election day.  Today is the that will decide it all. By the end of the night, we would know if all the back-stabbing, mud-slinging, and name-calling by my mother had been effective enough to win her the election.

John had flat out refused to stoop to her level.  If he was going to be the mayor, he was going to do it the same way he did everything else, with honesty and integrity.  I admired him for that.

This election had truly brought out the worst in my mother.  She used every opportunity to bad mouth us in the press. The latest story she had concocted was that Sam had gotten me pregnant to trap me into marrying him. Seriously??

Sam was much better than me at ignoring my mother’s bullshit and laughing it off. I was hormonal and cranky and I usually just wanted to wring her neck on a regular basis.  Cas was at a total loss.  He told me on the phone the other day he had no idea who my mom was anymore.

“My best guess is she’s been replaced by an alien…..or a robot…”  he joked.

“Or she’s just lost her damned mind,” I complained irritably. 

“May the best man win,” Cas said seriously, and we both laughed.

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Old Friends ( Pre-Curse Prince Adam x reader)

Hello! An Anonymous requested this based on certain prompts: 2-“Come dance with me.” 22-“ What’s in it for me?” and 55: “ Let’s ditch this place and do something fun.” So I do hope I didn’t not disappoint. I love Dan Stevens he’s amazing because not everyone is a Disney Prince and an Xmen. So with out further a due please enjoy.

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Tonight was a very special night. The night that you get to see your oldest friend Adam, or Prince Adam as you were told to call him. But you two were very close that you ignored formalities. He was hosting one of his very expensive parties again and your family was invited. You weren’t royalty like your friend, but your family was one of the more richer families in France. You had dressed in your best gown, it was very extravagant and it was (f/c). You even wore the necklace Adam gave you as a child. Ever since his mother died you hadn’t seen your friend as much. His father thought you were to rambunctious for his son. You weren’t too bad you were just being kids back then. The two of you would run around the castle playing pretend. The staff loved you despite what their master said. You were always so kind and respectful to them. They would say that you and Adam were like a lock and a key. You complimented each other perfectly. But then his father passed and Adam shut you out, completely. He changed from the list of his mother more but he seemed like a different person. You haven’t seen him in seven years. So you don’t know if your even going to see your friend or a stranger. But you were excited none the less. You had decided that you were going to arrive a bit earlier than what you were supposed to. So as your carriage pulled up to the castle your stomach was filled with butter flies. Your driver went up first to the castle to announce your arrival. As you stepped out, it was like stepping into an old memory. The castle had looked exactly the same, like no time had passed at all. You stepped up to the door and was greeted by a familiar face “ Hello Mrs. Potts.” You said stepping inside. She came up and embraced you in a hug saying “ Oh bless my stars! Miss (Y/N) is that really you?” You hugged back “ It’s me alright.” She backed up “ Let me look at you dearie. Oh you’ve grown up so well, and very beautiful too.” You blushed an thanked her. You heard a faint call in the background and saw a little boy who couldn’t have been more than five years old. “ And who’s this?” You said crouching down to the floor to be at the same level as the boy. “ This is my son Chip. ” she replied. “ Why hello Chip I’m (Y/N).” You said to the young lad. “ Nice to meet you miss.” He said with his hand out. You shook it and complimented him on his manners. They were much better than yours when you were his age. “ Are you the lady who’s in all those pictures the master has?” You raised an eyebrow as Mrs. Potts shook her head. “ I’m not sure I’ve never seen those pictures.” You told him. You stood up as Cogsworth and Lumier entered. “ Ah Miss (Y/N) I thought I heard your voice! See Cogsworth I told you she’d show up. ” Lumier sneered patting his friend on back. “ It is good to see you again Miss (Y/N) .” Cogsworth said. You hugged them both. You were escorted into the sitting room as you were catching up with your old friends. For such a big Castle news traveled fast. Many of the staff members came in and greeted you with joy. Even Mr.Potts came in and he was a very forgetful man. “ What is all that noise?! I thought I told you not to disturb me until…” As you turned around you saw Adam stopped in his tracks. He was enthralled when he saw you. Last time he saw you both of you were young teenagers. You had grown to be quite beautiful. “ Hello Adam. It’s so good to see you.” You said walking up to him. “ (Y/N) y-your… Your early. ” he said flustered. Not the welcome you were expecting. “ What’s a few minutes between friends?” You replied. “ Well I will see you later on tonight. Go to one of the guest rooms and I will send Plumette up to assist you in… Cleaning yourself up. I’m having very important people over and I requested that you look your best. But we’ll fix you up.” You were taken back by his statement. Why would he say something like that? “ You’re quite the charmer aren’t you?” You said crossing your arms. “ Well I need you to look more professional. You look too much like… You.” He said as if he was justified. “ And since when did you think that was a problem?” You exclaimed. “ I will talk to you later!” He yelled and walked back up to his room. Still taken back by the way he talked to you, you just stood there. Looks like Adam was more of a stranger than you thought he’d be. You headed up to his room despite everyone telling you not to. You knocked on the door and he told you to enter. “ You want to tell me what that was about back there?” You said walking up to where he was getting ready. “ What do mean?” You rolled your eyes. “ You making it sound like I’m not good enough to even step foot on the premises.” He then replied with something you did not expect, especially from someone who was your friend. “ You’re upset because I wanted you to look presentable for my other guest? I’m sorry I know it’s hard for people of your class to understand, but when you are invited somewhere you dress your best. You weren’t royalty but he had no right to say that. Full of anger you questioned ” People of my class?! Adam those are your fathers words not yours!“ He then yelled ” Do NOT compare me to my father! Now do as I said and I will talk to you LATER!“ With that you left too angry to say anything else. Later Plumette had assisted in fixing up your makeup and Madam Garedrobe made adjustments to your dress. But she made sure that they were undo able so that she could turn it back in to the dress you loved. She even questioned her self why the master said to change it. She left so that she could warm up with Maestro and left you and Plumette alone for some finishing touches. ” Plumette, how long has Adam acted like that?“ She sighed ” Ever since the king and queen died. “ you felt great sorrow for your friend he had changed so much. Later that night during the party you did your best to fit in but all of those other rich families were starting to annoy you so for most of it you just sat near Garedrobe and Maestro listening to their beautiful music and just people watching. As you watched all of the people you noticed something out of place. Adam was also sitting alone just watching everyone as well. Looks like his night wasn’t going as planned. When Garedrobe took a break to get something to drink you asked her to sing an old song that Adam and you used to dance to as kids. She agreed and told Maestro about it. When the music started back up again Adam recognized it right away. You walked up to him and held out your hand saying ” Come dance with me.“ He huffed not really wanting to do anything, this night wasn’t going how he thought it would. When he looked at you to give an answer he saw that little girl he used to play with, who was his best friend. ” What’s in it for me?“ He asked. You gave him a look that said ‘really’ . You thought for a moment what could get him to do this little action. ” You can tell me what to do for the rest of the night and I will not complain, deal?“ You said ashamed of the idea but it was the only one you had. He then grinned and agreed and he escorted you to the dance floor. He surprised you with his quite exceptional dancing skills. Both of you were having fun, just as you did when you you were kids. Though your dance skills were a little better than those little kids you once were. And he was actually able to pick you up and spin you around. You had gotten a small part of your old friend to come out from that jerk you found. When the song ended almost nothing in the room had changed just a few looks from girls either in disgust or jealousy. You thanked Adam and as you were about to leave he whispered ” Let’s ditch this place and do something fun!“ You looked back at him confused ” You said if I danced with you you would do what ever I told you and you wouldn’t complain remember?“ He said with a sly smile. You sighed and agreed. You both escaped the very boring party and sneaked out one of the many secret doors. The passage led into the garden, but there was a small ledge that you were hesitant about. A loud gasp came from you as you landed on the ground. Thank goodness you weren’t hurt and neither were you clothes. ” You were taking too long.“ Adam whined as he himself jumped down. ” You’re such a jerk Adam.“ You said shaking your head. ” I am not!“ He continued to whine. ” What happened to that kid I knew? What happened to my friend? You’re so different now.“ You said with a hint of sadness. Your Adam used to be kind, not so judgmental. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. ” In what way am I ‘different’ as you put it?“ You sighed carefully selecting your words. ” Your thinking is different. You used to think that it was okay that I liked things simple and that I was in a lower position than you. You just seem more arrogant, angry, and a little whiney.“ He crossed his arms ” I am none of those things. “ You looked at him as he realized what he said as soon as it came out of his mouth. ” I’m… I’m sorry (Y/N) if I offended you. I guess some of my father did rub off on me. If it means anything I thought you looked beautiful when you first came in. “ he said with a half smile hoping you would forgive him. ” I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I guess seeing you with a mixture of my fathers views and my love for you wasn’t a good mix.“ You snapped your head unsure that you heard him right. A: he apologized twice, and B: well did he really just say that? ” What did you just say?“ He blushed and tried to shrug it of as nothing. ” Oh no Adam. Did you just say you love me?“ You asked slightly smiling. ” No I didn’t. Stop it .“ He retorted. ” Oh my god you did. You said that you love me.“ You said poking him. As you kept poking him he grabbed your wrist angrily and did something you didn’t expect. He crashed his lips into yours. After the shock you kissed back. It became a hungry kiss very quickly. When you broke for air Adam said ” I didn’t know any other way to get you to stop talking. You were being annoying.“ You smiled as you leaned your foreheads together. ” Remind me to be annoying more often.“ There was a long silence before Adam started talking again. ” (Y/N) I was wondering if you could or wanted to spend the night here? With me?“ He asked looking down as he did. You lifted his head to look at those beautiful blue eyes of his ” Of course, I’d love to. Plus we made a deal so if you tell me too I kinda have to. Now you said we were going to do something fun.“ He laughed and led you to the stables. ” We are going to race just like we did when we were kids.“ He said opening the horses pens. ” And the winner gets to eat what ever leftover dessert they want, while the loser has no say in what they eat.“ He explained. You playfully gasped ” You’re a monster.“ You them blushed as he let out a growl and sneered. You mounted your horse saying ” You’re on your Majesty.“

anonymous asked:

I want to ask why do you think that zuko is better for katara then aang? I think there both good for her but aang would be destroyed if she would go to zuko.

I’m not the most eloquent person out there so bear with me here. Also, please don’t take anything I say personally. For me these things are all just a matter of perspective on relationships, love, and your own lived experiences.    

First of all, I have absolutely nothing against Aang. The wonderful thing about Avatar was that all characters were perfectly flawed and yet still grew as the show progressed.

The thing is, Aang’s relationship with Katara romantically speaking did not; it was forced.

(very long post ahead. Read at your own peril. Can’t account for credibility or coherence) 

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Just Rogue One Things (I Noticed in the Movie)

I know a lot of people have made these posts already, but I wanted to make my own. Sorry if I point out stuff you’ve seen on other lists.

-SPOILERS-

-8 year old Jyn runs like a girl. Just sayin’.

-Saw seems like a great guy, and I’m not trying to attack him or anger his fans, BUT… What the HECK was he thinking, leaving 16 year old Jyn in a BUNKER of all things??? Literally ANY OTHER PLACE WOULD’VE BEEN BETTER. Does he not remember finding her so many years ago, alone in the world, scared, mourning her mother, missing her father, IN A BUNKER??? *screams for days*

-On I calmer note, I love the outfits in this movie. Jyn (and everyone else) dresses SO modestly. Like, the most skin she ever shows is her wrists. I cannot even begin to say how much I appreciate that. 

-Jyn is trembling a bit when the Rebel Commanders and Cassian explain why they busted her out of prison. 

-We get to see Cassian put on/take off that coat SO MANY times. Actually, he changes his clothes a lot in this movie… THANK YOU DISNEY

-Cassian says, “That’s Jedha” in an awkward attempt at small talk, and Jyn is having NONE OF IT. It’s basically the equivalent of him coming up to her and going, “So, crazy weather, huh?” Nope, try again, sir.

-Cassian loves the way Jyn talks to K-2SO. Don’t even pretend you didn’t notice.

-”You seem awfully tense all of a sudden.” Girl, have you been paying ANY attention to this guy? He’s the very definition of tense. Seriously, look up the word ‘stressed’ and you’ll find his frowning face. (A related search will probably ask you “Did you mean /stress/?” Click on that and you’ll get Jyn’s picture.)  

-Right after Jyn shields Cassian from the explosion behind them, he gives her a very brief look of complete shock. Blink and you’ll miss it, though. 

-I’m sure most of you saw this the first time, but it took me 3 viewings to realize that Chirrut. SAT. ON. A. DEAD. STORMTROOPER. Ah, to one day achieve that level of sass… 

-So, to sum up Jyn’s actions in Jedha: She saved a little girl, destroyed several Stormtroopers, protected Cassian’s butt, and topped it all off by JUMPING IN FRONT OF K-2SO TO KEEP HIM FROM GETTING SHOT BY BAZE. And y’all are wondering why Cassian couldn’t just leave her behind???

-What was Saw thinking as he watched Jyn’s REAL father tell her that he loved her, that he thought of her every day, that the pain of losing her was almost more than he could take, that she was still his beloved, his stardust…? I have so many feelings. 

-Saw approves of RebelCaptain when he says, “Go with him [Cassian], Jyn!”

-Also, Cassian pulling out his blaster when he sees Jyn on her knees, like, “WHAT’D YOU DO TO HER, YOU MONSTER??? FIGHT ME!!!” is gold. 

-Poor Cassian. The man just wants to do his job, his horrible, murderous job, and now he finds himself surrounded by people who are huge fans of the Erso Family. Even K is starting to warm up to Jyn. He’s doomed if he kills Galen, doomed if he doesn’t. 

-You can actually see the sheer panic on his face when Jyn starts defending her father. He looks like he wants to throw up. Outstanding acting there, Mr. Luna. Well done.

-These guys would be dead so many times throughout the film if not for Bodhi. He is arguably the most important member of the Rogue One team. (And he has no idea.)

-”Your father’s message. We can’t risk it. You’re the messenger” is THE most bull crap excuse ever. Cassian could’ve said, “No, this is a job for men” and he would’ve fared better. 

-Seriously, though, watch Cassian’s body language in this scene. He won’t face Jyn, won’t look at Jyn, does his best not to talk to Jyn. He’s an experienced spy with hundreds of secrets buried in his mind, and yet, around her, he’s a mess. 

-K is probably so confused after getting yelled at by Cassian. “I’m finally civil with your little girly-friend and this is how you treat me? #humansarecrazy”

-Jyn calls Galen ‘father’ once. After that, it’s only ‘papa’. Why? Because, deep down, a part of her is the same little girl who hugged him and told him she loved him. That part resurfaces when she sees him after SO LONG, and it’s painfully clear how much she wants to be his little girl again. This scene has so much psychological depth, I can’t even

-Also, Galen’s body was so twisted. Getting blown up is not a gentle way to go.

-MEANWHILE: Bodhi manages to steal an Imperial cargo shuttle. But apparently that’s too boring to show on screen.

-AND IN OTHER NEWS: Chirrut shoots down a TIE Fighter. From the ground. With a crossbow. Also, he’s blind. “Is he a Jedi?” “No. The Jedi wish they were HIM.”

-At some point when Cassian and Jyn are having their little spitting contest (just kidding I love that scene and both of them so much), Chirrut stands. Check it out. He was sitting. Now he’s standing. (Ooooo, you’d better watch out, Captain Andor. Jyn has friends in high places.

-I wanna high-five the person who shouted, “Just let the girl speak!” 

-Anyone else notice that Cassian and Jyn both said “I do” in this movie? No? Just me? Okay, then. *cough* They’re married. *cough*

-”I’ll be there for you. Cassian said I had to.” WHEN? WHERE? HOW? I NEED ANSWERS, DANG IT! 

-Cassian, you smug little jerk, you could at least pretend to be embarrassed about K-2.

-Okay, so I love the cute scene on the ship. Like, so, so, SO much. But I just have to ask- what was Jyn’s plan there? “Awe, Cassian’s smile is so adorable, and I’m just so happy right now. Imma go, uh… stand awkwardly close to him, freak the both of us out, and then make it look like an accident.” Real smooth, Jyn.  

-Grenades are pure evil.

-”Who are you?” Krennic asks, after hearing Cassian scream her name in the data vault. Repeatedly. “Who are you?” he asks, after witnessing her hop out from behind some crates on Edu and shout, “FATHER!” in Galen Erso’s direction. “Who are you?” he asks, and then stares like an idiot when she answers, “You know who I am.” Orson, boy… You’re done. Go home.

-When Cassian keeps Jyn from attacking the dying Krennic, he says, “Leave it.” IT. Like Krennic isn’t even a human being. (Or maybe he meant leave ‘it’, as in her anger, because they’d won.) Either way, Jyn listened, and that’s awesome.

Okay, I’m finally done with this WAY too long post. 

It’s been exactly three weeks since I vowed to effectively quit* social media.

As a reminder, I say effectively because I am not getting rid of my accounts. But I am trimming my social media use to such an extent that, to a good approximation, I am not using them at all. So no, I have not quit this blog and I will not quit this blog. At least not anytime in the near future.

Thanks to those who have stayed along for the ride. Immediately after I made my last post three weeks ago I lost a handful of followers. But I just checked my activity feed and my follower count has apparently still been growing in my absence haha. It hasn’t gone down at all (though the slope has decreased slightly). Which is interesting. My content has a life of its own on this site, I suppose. That’s great.

But anyway. Let’s get to the good stuff, here.

My good friend @rudescience and I just Skyped after a small while. I Skyped him a couple times and we sent each other emails about once a week. Which was a huge change because, for over two years, he and I used to text/snap almost all day long, every single day. No exaggeration. It was hard to get used to, for both of us, but we actually prefer it this way. We’ve each become less dependent on each other and more present in the everyday life in front of us. But I mentioned him because he just reminded me during our conversation that I really did accomplish a lot over my three-week hiatus.

Obviously, quitting* social media was a big part of this. You might be surprised to know that such a seemingly small gesture had such an impact on my life, in only a few weeks.

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Sunghwa; of bad days and sore throats

Originally posted by onenightinseoul

Lee Sunghwa was a man of faith; he believes in miracles and karma. He was kind to people despite the constant need to control his eyes from twitching out of irritation; because there are just so many times he could reject people’s requests of songs nicely. He believes that if he was nice to people, everyone would return the favour, but he was wrong.

He was dead wrong; because no one seemed to mind that Sunghwa had a horrible case of hungover or that he has to finish the song for Hyuk Woo’s album and neither did anyone cared that he wasn’t really dating the model. No, no one cared or at least they had a really bad way of showing it.

“Yes.” Sunghwa answered Jaebum’s question curtly, adding in a tinge of irritation just for the hell of it. Yes, of course Jaebum didn’t do anything but he was a part of the problem and it felt like he was a constant reminder of how Sunghwa was slacking. “You alright?” Jaebum asked, the amusement of his smirk laced with worry because he noticed the constant calls his senior was getting and if it was him. He would have probably snarked at someone; anyone really.

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Trigun: Does Vash love Meryl?

There’s a lot of evidence to say the reverse is true, that Meryl harbors romantic feelings towards Vash, but I see a lot of debate regarding Vash’s feelings towards Meryl. I’ve combed through the series in both subbed and dubbed versions to support my theory that, yes, he has romantic feelings towards our dear insurance agent by series’ end. Now, I’m not saying he’s going to drop to one knee and propose, or anything, but there are signs that it’s there.

I’m not delving into the manga, here, just the anime, so bear with me. Also, this is going to spoil everything and be really extensive (anyone who’s read one of my Sherlolly reviews knows this to be true). So, you’ve been warned.

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Song Without a Name (Reprise) - Chapter 28 - LadyYateXel - Johnny the Homicidal Maniac [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 28/28
Fandom: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Johnny “Nny” C./Edgar Vargas, Devi D./Tenna
Characters: Edgar Vargas, Devi D., Jimmy “Mmy”, Johnny “Nny” C., Tenna
Additional Tags: Songfic, AU, Rewrite, Asexual Character, Asexuality
Summary:

“Reincarnation is complicated and apparently not a refined system. When the lines between lives are blurry at best, and memories seep in from the person you were, do you stay the person you are? Who do you want to be, and do you want to be seen?”

Sharing a bit of a personal experiment in rewriting ‘Song Without A Name’, a fanfic I began writing in 2004. You absolutely don’t need to the read the original to read this, and I’d actually prefer if you didn’t! If you do decide to track it down, please just keep in mind things have changed in over ten years, even if I’m still using the same summary!

Even more excessive notes inside~! Updates on the 10th of the month. Complete.


The End.


I’m done, and I feel kind of sick about it.   I’m putting it up a day early because I’ll be at work tomorrow an unable to orchestrate everything I need to do.  Thank you for reading this thing that was my world for so long.  Please, please enjoy it.  It is my thing.  More long winded talk under here: 

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Contains spoilers for Voltron: Legendary Defender, season 2.

If you don’t want to see them, don’t read, but I’m not putting this under a cut because it’s important. And if you’re going to read what I say, read it all, not just the start, even if you don’t like the beginning.

On shipping (or not shipping) Sheith:

Stop pointing out the brother’s line in S2E08 as a way to gloat about the “death” of a ship.

I don’t care who you are. I don’t care what you ship. But I do care about the fact that you’re trying to shove your beliefs and interpretations down everyone’s throats when there are, in fact, still other ways to look at the situation.

I’m going to clarify this with: I do not ship Sheith. I never have, and I probably never will. But I can see why people do, and I understand that part of being a fandom is respecting everyone and their own ships.

Now, that said, let’s move on to discuss why I say this, why I would defend something I can’t ship (gasp, is this tolerance?!) and why I urge you to stop attacking each other and arguing when this is a show that isn’t focused on romance and a show in which there are no current canon pairings, except for Sam and Colleen Holt and subtle hints at Hunk and Shay.

1. Respect how Keith feels.

What do you think I mean by that?

It means that I 100%, wholeheartedly accept that he truly feels that Shiro is his brother. Keith Kogane is not the kind of person that would say something he didn’t mean, and in the moment when he tells Fake-Shiro that he’s like a brother, Keith believes it with all his heart, and it’s hard for him to say.

Respect how he feels.

In that instant, Keith believes that Shiro is like a brother to him, yes. 

But this doesn’t mean it can’t lead to more later.

Keith thinks of Shiro as his brother, but he also seems to have little experience with family that stays, so he’s afraid of being attached because he’s afraid that Shiro will just leave, like his mother and ultimately, like I think his father did. He’s scared to acknowledge how much Shiro really means to him.

So, from a Sheith fan’s perspective, this isn’t the death of the ship. From my perspective, it’s still not the death of a ship. What it is, however, is a tantalizing taste of something more. It’s acknowledgement that, at this point in time, Shiro is the closest person to Keith. And it’s absolutely true. 

It’s how Keith feels in that moment; he’s pure, he’s vulnerable, and he’s afraid of being left alone again.

Respect that he feels this way - this is for antis and fans of the ship alike.

2. Think about the possibilities.

After talking about how Keith feels, you have to consider what comes next.

Some people are blatantly throwing that scene around and declaring it as the end. Celebrating it. And this is what I hate about fandom. This is both an absolutely disgusting display of entitlement and an incredibly rude attitude towards anyone whose views do not align with theirs.

But consider the numerous possibilities.

Consider the slow realization that Shiro means more to him than a brother. The realization that Shiro is his family, but not just because they’re close. Consider Keith coming to terms with the fact that his feelings are more than platonic or familial, and learning to accept the idea of romantic love into his life for the first time.

Consider that.

I don’t care if you’re not a Sheith shipper. Consider it from and outsider’s point of view if you must. Consider how it may have happened in other series or stories you’ve watched or read. Consider just the misinterpretation of brotherly affection, how Keith didn’t realize how much he really loved Shiro until faced with, say, his disappearance?

Do not blame or attack or shame when you haven’t even considered the natural progression, the idea of love, the blossoming of warmth and hope and affection in his chest when he realizes that there’s something more.

Shiro is a brother to him now, but feelings wax and wane and there is nothing stopping a fan creator, whether they are an artist or a writer or a gifmaker, from exploring those varying factors.

3. Remember that a fandom is a community, and hatred divides us all.

I am not stopping you. I am not stopping them. They are not stopping me. So what right do you have to try to stop them?

This ship hate is divisive. It eats away at the fandom from the inside, creating something grotesque and vile, sending tendrils of poison into even the most inconspicuous corners of the fandom.

This needs to stop.

You are not better than anyone here.

I don’t care what you think, but your ships are not better than mine. My ships are not better than yours. Someone who ships your notp is not in the wrong. Your opinions do not trump theirs, and it is wrong on every level to try forcing your ships on people.

Stop gloating.

I don’t care how many “moments” your ship got. Don’t rub it in someone’s face just because you think it directly contradicts their beliefs, or their ship.

If you’re doing this, you are what’s wrong with fandom.

Practice tolerance. Use blacklisting. Try to have civil conversations about why or why not you like what you do, and why they don’t.

Do whatever makes the fandom a comfortable place for you, within reason. This does NOT include making rude comments about other ships, or other people who like them.

4. Discourse.

Discourse.

This fandom has so much of it, it’s sickening. But it happens with every fandom at some point or another, when so many people with differing opinions come into the picture. Especially when we have younger generations, who feel so entitled to their opinions and who were raised to believe that they can say or do whatever they want, mixed in with older generations who have been here since the original, who think they’re schooling the younger kids when they’re only making it worse.

But my remarks on the discourse are simple:

AGES:

For months, all official sources still said five teens, even after that video fiasco and a few interviews. I choose to believe the official printed sources over things that may have been said in the moment or under duress. Which is why I also do not take the rough ages given by the voice actors recently as fact. 

And I will write them at whichever ages I please, because THIS IS WHAT FANFICTION IS FOR.

SHIPS:

I don’t care which ones you ship and which you don’t. You’re free to them, because it’s your decision.

But stop spreading hate to those who don’t ship what you ship.

I ship Shidge. Have you seen me blaspheming and hating on everyone who doesn’t agree? But because of fandom mentality, and the disgusting pack approach of some antis, I haven’t publicized it very much. In fact, I tricked myself into believing that I shipped Klance more because of how much hatred I had seen.

Someone shouldn’t be afraid to tell someone about a ship they like, or to admit that they don’t like a ship.

Stop making this an environment where people feel safer to keep their ships to themselves. 

Stop the hate. 

Stop the fighting. 

Stop trying to shove your beliefs and ships into everyone’s faces.

Stop.

This is our fandom.

We are all trying to show our love for the series in our own ways.

TOGETHER.

We may not always agree, we may not see eye to eye, but the key to progress is patience and tolerance and above all, the ability to see that there really is a person behind the profile you’re attacking. 

They have feelings. They have beliefs. They have a story that you know nothing about. And all of these make up who they are and how they view the world. 

They’re going to be different from you. Everyone is. 

In order to become a better person, a better member of fandom society as a whole, you have to be able to see that

And a final note: Don’t make Space Dad sad. Wherever he is, he would want us all to get along.

anonymous asked:

Surprise! Your bias asked you out on a date! The only thing is, he wants you to match 8 of your mutuals with the rest of exo for a group date. @ the mutuals you're choosing for each member (not your bias) and explain why you chose them. 💜

this person has used a purple rain prince heart on me and now i am WEAK. YIKES. ok. so. i saw this when i was on my train this morning and i legit had a panic attack over this. 90% of my mutuals are pcy stans, and three of my best friends either ult or double bias him, so im like ???? WHAT.

so here is what i have decided: thank you for asking me out chanyeol, i would LOVE to go out with you <3 im dating chanyeol because he is my other half and i cannot love anyone more than him

ALRIGHT TIME FOR SOME MATCH MAKING

also, @kollectionn did this earlier and i recently reblogged it because i agree with ALL of her answers. she included nearly all our shared mutuals, so apart from my 3 bffs im gonna use other mutuals so that more people can be included <3

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Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six

Summary: You and Credence begin planning an escape from New York. You both decide you need to learn more about his Obscurus and that Credence needs to learn magic. Part 7/14

Warnings: None!!

Word Count: 1,142

A/N: This one might feel kind of like a filler, but I’m trying to establish like a plan as I wind down this last half of the story. I also want to apologize for the story itself if it doesn’t feel ?? complete. I did want to thank everyone for reading it though because I started it at 3AM one morning just because I wanted Credence to have a partner who sort of understood what he went through and could provide some things I thought he needed; I never expected anyone would want me to continue, so I’ve been coming up with the story on the fly, for the most part. I want to thank everyone for the support I got as it began and for the support I continue to get. I hope you enjoy this last half of what I’m trying to put out there. :-)


Planning, you and Credence had realized, really and totally and absolutely sucked. There was just no other way to put it. Firstly, the two of you had been, collectively, exactly two places in your life: New York and the Ocean City boardwalk in New Jersey. You hadn’t had the greatest family life either, so you were just as lost as to where you should start as Credence was. Secondly, because neither of you had really been allowed to go anywhere else, neither of you really knew how to plan a trip, let alone how to plan a move.

Money, you decided, was the priority. Credence felt guilty that he had no money, but you had to come clean that it didn’t matter much that he didn’t have any money anyway. “You see, I—Well, I was kind of important for a while, partially due to my parents’ status as Aurors, but also because I am a Legillimens. I used to aid law enforcement with interrogations, and—Well, I made a fair amount of money.” You thought Credence’s eyebrows would shoot through his head at that. “Adam was, you know, incredibly sexist and thought he should be the one to provide for us, and I didn’t object because—Because I wanted to save most of it anyway. So he wouldn’t know how much I had. I always dreamed of escaping, you know. I just—No one ever came along to show me that it didn’t always have to be a dream.” You smiled at Credence then, taking his hand in yours. Credence felt himself blush against the insinuation that he was the one—how could he possibly have been?—who had made your dreams tangible in the same way you were the one who made him realize he could dream.

Next on the list was transportation—considerably more difficult. You explained to him that you couldn’t apparate with him and all of the suitcases and boxes you would have because it would just take way too many trips—if you could succeed at all. Therefore, you would take a train with him and try to attract as little attention as possible, from wizard and no-maj alike, since you would have to avoid MACUSA’s prying eyes. And they would be watching you closely, if any suspicious activities were to occur, because of your affiliation with the Aurors and with MACUSA itself. Credence hastily agreed that this was the best way, and when you shot him a smile, he thought surely he’d explode—this was real and it was happening.

This was precisely when the black smoke hurled from him. That’s about the only way to describe it. He felt like he was going to cough and then—woompf, everything was black smoke. He noticed, from somewhere outside himself that was both his body and not, that you were knocked backwards from your seat on the couch, blocking your eyes from the way the black tendrils curled and kicked around your living room. He knocked over a few picture frames and blew out some of the candles you had lit around the house,

and then—woompf, he was back. Breathless and with his (slightly longer) hair in complete disarray, but back. Credence settled his wide eyes on you as you peaked up over the arm of the couch. “I-I’m sorry, I just—I felt okay and then—” He couldn’t quite put words to what “and then” really meant, but it was all he had.

You sent a shy smile his way before crawling back into your seat on the couch. “Maybe we should add learning about your Obscurus to the list? So we can start teaching you a little bit of magic before we go. Help you feel a little bit more in control, or at least like you know a little bit about what’s going on inside of you.”

Credence was prepared to be upset, but—He realized that he wanted that very much, to understand what the words everyone had shouted at him over a week ago meant, and he knew that you weren’t judging him when you suggested that you learn—especially since you had said “we” should learn. He liked the sound of that especially. So he nodded at you before curling his lips upward, just a little, and with a hint of hope.

You beamed at him before beginning a list of things you would absolutely need from your apartment, which really wasn’t much. You explained to him that your lease was up in a few months and that you had already paid your rent up until that time, so you could leave anytime the both of you were finished planning and ready. You suspected that most of the time preparing would really be teaching him some basic magic so that the trip would be easier and so that he had some control under his feet before landing in a new city, since it would be bad to attract any unwanted attention in a brand new location. So the two of you set off to make the list together, and Credence wondered if he could replace his constant fear with constant hope—because he felt like, with you, that was really possible. “Y-You really want to leave here? With me?” He couldn’t help how incredulous he sounded, but he still couldn’t quite accept the level of trust and companionship you were putting in him.

Credence was dazzled to a complete stop when you turned, eyes trained on him and full of something he couldn’t name. It was somewhere between affection and adoration, he thought, as you stepped toward him. You hooked your fingers into his belt loops gently, pulling him toward you before placing a soft kiss at the hollow in his throat. You could feel his pulse jump beneath your lips and simply smiled against the warmth of his neck. “Credence, now that I know you, I could never go anywhere without you.”

This time, when the black curls of smoke escaped him, they were calmer, more resigned, and clearly a response to your words because—you had no other words for it—they began to stroke your arms gently. Credence blushed but made no outward signs to show he was trying to bring them back, so you figured his obscurus was doing what he couldn’t bring himself to do. So, tentatively, you brought his hands to your hips and kissed him. Black cloud surrounded you, but you knew you would never be scared of it, could never be scared of Credence.

When you pulled apart and Credence looked at you, all he could see were your eyes, shining kindness like a beacon of light for him—and if he didn’t know better than to name the emotion himself, he would have said he’d seen love there too.


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anilengka  asked:

Please help me stop imagining a reunion where Bellamy thinks he has moved on because he thought she was dead all those years. I need your positivity.

Alright, here I come!

I don’t think you’ll like my answer right away, but i need you to hear it (and everyone reading this) but please don’t quit until the end okay? pinky promise?

Yes, there’s a high possibility Bellamy will end up getting together with someone else on the ark during those 6 years, IMO. I don’t know who if Raven or Echo, the interviews make me think Echo but episode makes me think Raven is possible.

BUT, that’s not all “random” there’s a reason I think that and hopefully I can explain in a good way.

So let’s start by the beginning.

1- The writers wanted a time jump.

All this time i’ve been thinking why so many plots are happening and now everything is clear. They wanted to “reboot” the story. Clarke is a grounder, the delinquents are skyppl,the criminals are the delinquents and so it goes. Their entire goal was to get to this time jump. And this was unrelated to bellarke or any other ship, this is what they needed for the plot.

2- Having decided on a time jump……… Bellamy and Clarke could not be together on it.

And this is the best news any of us could ever wish for. This is why when i first heard script spoilers of their possible separation + time jump I was like…… yeah of course. Yes…. they have to do it.

If Bellamy and Clarke’s relationship wasn’t important/ vital (and/or on its finale stage) the writers wouldn’t mind making us miss 6 years worth of development out of them.

Cause that’s what the time jump is for whoever was stuck together for it. We are simply not going to see how all of these relationships will develop on our screens, we’ll get to season 5 and all the changes would have been done. 

Now picture if Bellamy and Clarke had been together 6 years on the ark…. all alone.. i mean, are we really thinking they wouldn’t go full romance there or-? Even worse, what if “they didn’t” and then season 5 began and we find out bellamy and clarke had been stuck together for flipping 6 years and they still didn’t go nonplatonic????

That’ s DEATH my friend. Both options are death. Shipping something for so long, watching it develop in front of your eyes just to miss the most romantic part of it would be beyond terrible…. finding out they did nothing about their feelings - and beginning to doubt they ever exist - is even worse.

So, given the fact that they needed and wanted a time jump, a bellarke separation was inevitable.

You can see that all the “super key” relationships on the show were apart on this time jump btw? Clarke - Abby, Bellamy - Octavia and Bellamy - Clarke.

This is not to say all other relationships aren’t imporant, HECK STOP, it’s just that for those relationships that get more focus, but MAINLY Bellarke - AS ADMITED BY JASON ROTHENBERG HIMSELF as the most important relationship of the show - here :x and x; - The story depends on Bellarke, one thing doesn’t go without the other. On some level, it’s always about them. So when the story pauses, so do they, cause the writers will show to us where they are going every freaking step of the way- didn’t they do it after season 1? after season 2?? even more now! They won’t let us miss 6 years of their relationships, no way. 

Unless their relationship has already developed to its full potential………..

which now you’re asking me what I mean cause Clarke is calling Bellamy for 6 years on a row now and Bellamy main drive to fight for their lives was not letting her die in vain-

yeah, yeah I’m talking about romance.

Cause there is NO WHERE ELSE this story can possibly go. I mean, how the heck will they make Bellamy and Clarke CLOSER still under the platonic realms? Cause lemme tell you, seems pretty impossible to me.

So, again, to me, the separation is a sign this shiz ain’t platonic, they know it, or they’d just let them be together on earth as the “new grounders” and then, since they ain’t romantic, we wouldn’t miss much in 6 years? They’d still be co-leaders, best friends, who die and kill for each other, trust each other with their lives and broken pieces, are each others’ rocks, weaknesses, sanity -all that jazz.

(feel me?) Bellarke is coming)

3- We are watching a drama

And this is where the bad news come. The thing about good story telling is that… writers want to make people watch. And that doesn’t always mean they’ll pull us in by our “good” feelings. Sometimes they want the angst, sometimes they want the anger. They just want us here, feeling like we NEED to see what happens

(well…don’t we right now? So good job the 100 writers)

That being said, i think there are…. 3 ways in which this story can go. 

1- Bellamy for real believes Clarke is dead, he mourns for a long time and then people convince him to live again. And then he does. 

But then he finds out she’s alive and it’s chaos for his new relationship. Cause, lemme say it again, no matter where they stand, Bellamy and Clarke are the mains and so is their relationship. Wherever they go, their interactions are the most important ones. That being said, imagine Bellamy trying to have a relationship with someone but then something happens with Clarke and he worries, or he gets into a real intense argument with Clarke and feels are exposed, or everything they do really brings them back to who they were and this new person is there to watch.

You don’t need to imagine THAT hard, just remember how Finn and Clarke’s relationship started being….a bit more tense after Clarke started getting closer to Bellamy (1x09 hello). Imagine that upped by a million cause that was then and this is now, where Clarke risks the human race for Bellamy and Bellamy risks losing life and limb to save her.


2- Bellamy thinks Clarke is dead but something inside him tells him she’s not so he holds on to that.

I actually see it happening too. Cause I think it’s a very natural reaction? Like he would only believe it if he was down on earth and saw it.

There’s not much to comment there, they’d see each other and the story would go from there. No need to worry about relationships (but i feel like for sure the writers would imply something almost happened with Bellamy and  ~anyone ~cause again, it’s a CW show….any show really, it’s 6 YEARS)

3- Bellamy, believing or not Clarke is dead, doesn’t actually gets into a relationship with anyone but he’s ALMOST AT IT- and then he finds out Clarke is alive.

That’s a way to avoid… idk love triangle tropes i don’t like (and the writers say they don’t either). He’d find Clarke back and well….sooner or later the other person involved would end up telling Bellamy he had always loved clarke or some less cheesy version of that.

And finally, most love stories that involve time gaps at least at some point (e.g: the notebook, veronica mars, dawson’s creek, once upon a time on several occasions haha) DO involve one of the sides - or both - “falling” (ahem being ahem) with someone else. Mostly because it creates angst, it feels more real (can’t argue there?) and ultimately it shows some connections are stronger than others and the two characters that were originally separated really were meant to be, and their” love overcomes” and all that shiz.

So if you’re worried Bellamy will move on, be worried it will mostly piss us off, but not about Bellarke (i don’t see a reason for that with the PLOT info we have at the moment - in my opinion), cause they are the “epic love story” (*fightmee*) being separated here, so the story is about them.

here is a text post that isn’t exactly about that but amazing to cheer anyone up about the time jump:http://bellamyblakesprotectionsquad2k17.tumblr.com/post/161043775714/because-i-know-some-of-yall-will-need-hope-right


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I had Mikken make this special. The bravos use swords like this in Pentos and Myr and the other Free Cities. It won’t hack a man’s head off, but it can poke him full of holes if you’re fast enough.” (Jon II, AGOT)

This scene happens early enough in the series to be an establishing moment where there’s not really a point of comparison. The reader is still getting used to the universe and the characters, so all we really have to go on is narrative convention: of course Jon has to leave for the Watch because that is where the heroing is, of course Arya has to get Needle because spunky little tomboys need to get cool shit so they can do cool shit. But, in light of what we’ve learned about him since, it’s worth pausing to check this as a baseline for the character: his idea of thoughtful gift-giving is to sit around contemplating the best way for a small-sized nine-year-old to kill people and figure out what she needs to do it.

Not only is this an early baseline, it is also somewhat invisible because it in some ways clicks into modern sensibilities. Narrative expectations mean that spunky little tomboys can be expected to get “anything you can do I can do better!!” empowerment, and so Jon doesn’t just give Arya a stick and tell her to go out and play with it the way little boys are told, but he gives her a real weapon and stresses the need to practice in secret.

Of course, in a lot of ways this challenge to convention is good: Arya does have a physical need to protect herself and a psychological need to escape the feminine expectations that threaten to stifle her. But some parts of convention are conventional for a reason. Kids who are trained to be warriors play with sticks, because children having real weapons and understanding what they do is highly unsafe and deeply unsettling. The fact that Jon sees past the oppressive and arbitrary aspects of conventional training speaks to his instinctive tendency toward principled pragmatism; the fact that he doesn’t seem to get the more sensible aspects of convention speaks to – something. Recklessness, arguably, though I think it’s an expression of his fundamental insecurity, a schematic understanding of the world as a fundamentally unsafe place. Jon’s gifting of Needle, both the good and bad of it, is a sharp contrast, perhaps even an unconscious response to, their father’s bone- deep avoidance.

This isn’t an unreasonable mindset for Jon to have. Winterfell is a heavily martial place to grow up, even by Westerosi standards. Day in and day out, he and Robb studied war and trained for battle. For Robb, all of this built on a stable foundation: he learned these things so that he could become Lord of Winterfell, an intrinsically dependable place in the world. Jon, though, grew up under the completely accurate impression that he would be tossed out on his ear the moment he became inconvenient. Skill at arms is really the only asset he’s going to have once he comes of age. What is a means to an end for Robb is an end in and of itself for Jon, because it has to be. That’s not optimal in any event, but it’s an especially unhealthy environment for a kid to be learning how to do violence.

An outside possibility is that Jon has some residual dragon dreams deep in his subconscious, that he can sense a world of trouble brewing the way Ghost can smell an oncoming storm, and he knew on some level that she’d need something to protect herself. Arguably this hypothesis explains the gory but apt specifics he gives her - Ned will have his head “hacked off” and Jon himself will be “stuck full of holes” - but it also highlights the callousness of what he’s saying here. To a kid. SHE’S NINE, YOU FREAK.

“Look, if you want, I can show you how to defend that.”

Alliser Thorne overheard him. “Lord Snow wants to take my place now.” He sneered. “I’d have an easier time teaching that wolf of yours to juggle than you will training this aurochs.”

“I’ll take that wager, Ser Alliser” Jon said. “I’d love to see Ghost juggle.” (Jon III, AGOT)

Grenn was standing his ground as Jon had taught him, giving Albett more than he cared for, but Pyp was hard-pressed. Rast had two years and forty pounds on him. Jon stepped up behind him and rang the raper’s helm like a bell. As Rast went reeling, Pyp slid in under his guard, knocked him down, and leveled a blade at his throat. By then Jon had moved on. (Jon IV, AGOT)

Jon bonding with his friends through Ye Olde Karate Kid Montage is cute, and it is of concrete use for them. But it’s also a really good excuse for him to be aggressive with people he hates. This instinct is, on balance, probably more good than bad. The people he hates are rapists and bullies, people who prey on the weak, people who deserve to be challenged and even hated. But it speaks to the character’s harder edges that he is willing and able to utilize his friends’ vulnerabilities in his own agenda, and that said agenda usually involves some figurative spit in the eye or a literal knock on the head.

Jon probably never thought about the whole incident that started his friendship with Grenn again. Like, “hey, man, I sprained your wrist, you jumped me in my room, HAPPENS, BRO.” Grenn, on the other hand –

“You did slay the Other, though, so it’s not the same.”

“I just…I never…I was scared!

“No more than me. It’s only Pyp who says I’m too dumb to be frightened. I get as frightened as anyone.” Grenn bent to scoop up a split log, and tossed it onto the fire. “I used to be scared of Jon, whenever I had to fight him. He was so quick, and he fought like he meant to kill me.” (Sam, ASOS)

– remains unsettled enough by training with Jon that he empathizes with how Sam feels when facing off against a white walker. This is almost comedic exaggeration, but Grenn is going to have to face people and things who actually mean to kill him. If he hadn’t had decent training – not Thorne’s John Hughes villain-esque beatdowns of the weak, but real fighting – the Aurochs would’ve been roadkill. This is an experience that Jon seeks out for himself:

There is always someone quicker and stronger, Ser Rodrik had once told Jon and Robb. He’s the man you want to face in the yard before you need to face his like upon a battlefield. (Jon, ADWD)

But being able to simulate a genuinely terrifying foe for someone he cares about, without even thinking about it, is an unusual thing to be able to do. This is what he learned back at Winterfell, spending ten years playing at war with Robb, mentoring Arya at arms and Bran in Northern justice: expressions of love involve instruments of death.

He had made a dagger for Grenn as well, and another for the Lord Commander. (Jon, ACOK)

Jon had made daggers for himself, Sam, and Lord Commander Mormont, and he’d given Sam a spearhead, an old broken horn, and some arrowheads. (Sam. ASOS)

This discrepancy in who got the third obsidian dagger is probably an editing error, but I much prefer the in-universe explanation that Sam doesn’t actually know who the dagger was for because Jon just mutely handed Sam an armful of artisan weaponry and expected him to figure out what to do with it. Jon would be a terrible Secret Santa, you guys. Terrible.

Jon prowled around Satin in a slow circle, sword in hand, forcing him to turn. “Get your shield up,” he said.

“It’s too heavy,” the Oldtown boy complained.

“It’s as heavy as it needs to be to stop a sword,” Jon said. “Now get it up.” He stepped forward, slashing. Satin jerked the shield up in time to catch the sword on its rim, and swung his own blade at Jon’s ribs. “Good,” Jon said, when he felt the impact on his own shield. “That was good. But you need to put your body into it. Get your weight behind the steel and you’ll do more damage than with arm strength alone. Come, try it again, drive at me, but keep the shield up or I’ll ring your head like a bell….” (Jon, ASOS)

What is with this ringing heads like bells, Jon. What.

Jon wouldn’t care how many people she had killed, or if she brushed her hair. (Arya, ASOS)

1) True, 2) oof, that poor kid, and 3) that is the exact proportion of emphasis Jon would put on those two things.

All of this paints a picture, sweet but savage, like a kitten dragging home a chirpy little birds’ nest. Jon has a strong commitment to empowering others to protect themselves. Jon creates and sustains his strongest relationships primarily through enabling others to kill.

This is not the most important thing about Jon, but I think it’s an aspect to the character that is key to understanding the whole: Jon is deeply, unquestioningly, comfortable with violence. He is not comfortable with status play, and he is deeply adverse to the abuse of power. But he is able to compartmentalize how he feels about someone from his willingness to either do violence to that person, or to push that person toward dangerous situations.

This has been an interesting, and for my money underrated, aspect of the character in the story so far, but it’s really one to watch going forward. R’hlloric resurrection (resurrection generally, actually) doesn’t change people, but it doesn’t quite bring them back the same, either. They come back with motivations they had before, but without the reasons they have to hold back on those motivations. Beric remains a patriotic soldier, but forgets the mother and fiancée he loved and missed before the first time he died. Lady Stoneheart is driven by Catelyn’s vengeful streak, though unsoftened by Catelyn’s empathy and reflectiveness. Even Robert Strong seems to be the Mountain without his migraines. It’s not clear, as of yet, what aspects of Jon the red god will bring forth, whether they will include that berserker* rage he’s ripped into Thorne and Iron Emmett, or this strange pattern of affection, violence, and detachment. Or maybe both.

*In Norse mythology, berserker warriors were said to “transform” when they wore their wolf skins into battle. The more you know!

So You Opened Your Heart to Your Twin..

and it only sent them running back to their significant other. 

I sent this as a message but I’m posting it here because I think it’s important. This is something I wish someone had discussed with me when it was happening to me, although admittedly it wouldn’t have made sense since my ego was the biggest brat at the start of this journey. 

So, some of us have already experienced this and the newbies are going through it now: What happens when you get a strong intuition to message your Twin and admit your feelings/call them and initiate conversation/follow some other sort of inspiration you really feel will help your situation along….only to have your Twin seemingly be drawn closer to their significant other/further away from you. 
I’ve heard different theories about why this happens (because, trust me, it happens every single time in every Twin relationship I have heard of or talked to). So I’m only going to impart a few things that I’ve learned which may or may not be helpful.

1) I’m on the fence about this theory but I’ll put my personal bias aside and pass on what other people have told me. It’s natural for the Twin to pull farther away from you and closer to their GF/BF when you try and reach out because they are reacting out of fear. Basically, what happens is that having these interactions with the Twin (especially if you’re doing something brave like admitting your feelings), makes the Twin go a little insane because on the ego-level they are not used to such a High Vibrational Level of Love that you represent to them. They’ve never been in contact with it before (sidenote: when I first met my Twin I couldn’t even look him in the eyes because I was so overwhelmed). Think about it: how many people do you know that stay in relationships out of fear? People that could do SO MUCH BETTER but they’re just afraid of being alone so they settle? It’s like trying to look straight into the sun without sunglasses, sticking your bare hand into fire pit: your Twin just can’t handle being with you right now, or can’t handle the truth from you, so they’ve turned their attention to something less terrifying and of a lower vibration.

2) Twins often have a crippling fear of rejection, which is basically a mirror to help US realize we are in some way rejecting ourselves. I do believe that anything your Twin does (regardless of how much it hurts you) is to help you grow, which is the end goal for everyone. All the pain that comes up, all of the insecurities that come to the surface when you interact with your Twin are just clues to let you know what you need to heal in yourself. It’s really difficult to embrace this, believe it, and live it when you’re sitting back and watching your Twin date someone else, which brings me to my next point:

3) Look away and move forward. A year ago I would have thought that “block them and avoid any proof of their dating” was good advice. It isn’t unless you understand why you have to do it. Some learning needs to be done while the Twin is out of your life. Firstly, they’re with this person for a cosmic reason we can’t understand and it’s not your mission to understand. In many ways, the significat other is there to help your Twin resolve some karma that can’t be resolved with you before you’ve healed your own karma. Your goal is to realize what you need to learn, what needs to be healed in your life, which destructive thought patterns or habits have been holding you back, what your soul’s calling is, and it’s almost impossible to realize any of this if all of your focus is on your Twin and who they’re dating. It just slows the process down. I would actually advise journaling what thoughts come up when you fall into a depression about the significant other, or about your Twin not being in your life currently, and then observe those thoughts to see if you can find patterns of how those thoughts affect other areas of your life.

4) Expectation and Ego are your two biggest enemies in this relationship.  Early in the game, I’ve seen soooo many people (including myself) who thought they were acting bravely and in a divine way but with the expectation that it would “wake” their Twin up and they could reunite and live some sweeping romantic life together. We feel this way because our Ego’s want this, but what we have to understand is that there is a Divine Cosmic Plan that goes beyond what any of us understand. Something that is really common with Twins is that one Twin, the more aware one, will get a strong intuition that they need to contact their Twin/write to them/send a message/call them/what have you. There is ALWAYS a reason why you get this intuition and I think our Higher Selves give us these intuitions in Divine Timing because, in some way, it will help the collective consciousness of the world (because that’s what this is all about, isn’t it? Raising the collective consciousness’s vibration to lead the world into Love and the Divine Feminine?), it will help your own journey, it will help your Twins journey, it helps the journey overall. The reason is not often (or very rarely) “do this and now you will be reunited romantically”, more often I have found that the reason is more along the lines of ‘it benefits the higher good’. It is in moment’s like these when you really have to take several hundred steps back and see the bigger picture.

5) You’re never truly separated from your Twin. I know this sounds like bullshit but it’s true. Even if you try and create the illusion of blocking them, they’re still there (either subconsciously, in the dreaming, in the astral realm, in the energy of your past and future lives, etc). However, I also know that hearing this when you’re trying to live with the reality that your Twin is dating/married to someone else doesn’t coax your ego in any way, shape, or form. But when you can fully come to terms with this Fact, it makes the journey a little easier. I read an article just this morning about how important it is to keep the connection open on a spiritual level, because only when you heal both of you at the same time do you see things start to improve in your own life. I’ll link to that article later today. 

I don’t want to shatter anyone’s Hope or give anyone False Hope. I do want to point out, though, that social media is highly misleading and that reality changes all the time. I’m also a strong advocate of the fact that you never ~really know how “happy” or how “close” someone is in a relationship. People can talk a lot of shit and manipulate what their lives look like on social media, especially if they’re trying to cover up how hurt and scared they are (which is like the entire Twin journey). This is why I think it’s important to look away from that noise and try to communicate from your heart space, because only there will you find genuine truth. 

Hang in there, separated Twins. It took me a long time to understand these concepts and to realize what I had to do in order to move on and be happy with my current reality. All I can really advocate is Radical Self Love. Do  whatever necessary to take care of yourself now. Treat your self to ultimate extremes, tune in with your body and listen to what it’s asking of you. Meditate, watch movies, read Paolo Coelho books, do anything to get you through the rough patch. Just hang in there. The lessons and epiphanies are not far behind.