people scared of jyp when got7 get back lol but then there’s this guy


Axl: I can’t help it. I either stand there bored or I run back and forth. And I kinda get into dancing. I didn’t even know that I like what I do. I just, I looked down at my feet and go “what am I doing now?” but I feel like if I stand there, then people think “oh this is boring” so I gotta do something and I just try to do whatever happens. It’s a lot of fun. I thought about taking dance lessons and stuff but then I was worried about getting too stale, being too much like organized and everything. I like the spontaneity of just whatever happens, keeps it real raw and fresh. If it got too ballet’ed out, I couldn’t handle that.


I respond to Troyler faster than my own name. 

it is 2:12 am, i just killed a spider by slamming my shoe against the wall with my loudest war cry and also managed to break a lamp at the same time, without waking up my parents in the next room… i think they might be dead… or maybe they think i’m dead… maybe i am dead… did the spider mush me with a shoe while screaming it’s loudest war cry?…  did the lamp break me? 


When I was young,

my dad floated around as a white-collar public relations guy, writing speeches and supplementing his income as a pretty good low-stakes gambler. He left the family when I was 11, and I remember being kind of relieved, in part because I owed him over two million dollars at cards and pool.

For a long time, my father and I had an incomplete relationship. What is there to say about divorce that hasn’t been said? I remember thinking, Let’s move on; let’s go to school and keep doing what we do. I was 13 when my father moved from New York, where we lived, to Boston; it was an unimaginable, insurmountable distance. Physically and emotionally, my father and I had fully separated from each other, and when that happens, you are disappointed and angry, mourning that loss.

By the time I was in graduate school, my father had retired and moved to Paris. I think he was shocked and curious when I dropped out to pursue acting. Becoming successful probably only made me feel less ashamed to be around him.

It reminds me of that scene in the documentary Metallica: Some Kind of Monster when Lars, the drummer, is playing the new album to his dad, a very humorless, intimidating-looking avant-garde musician. Here’s a guy from the biggest rock ‘n’ roll band in the world, and he just wants his daddy to like it. Daddy strokes his beard afterward and says, “Well, of course I am not the one to make these decisions, but if it were up to me, I would press 'Delete.’”

My dad was supportive, but there was a lack of depth to our relationship. It was all superficial pleasantries: “How are you, David? How are the kids?” “Fine, Dad, how’s the writing going?” (He was always a writer, even though he didn’t publish his first novel, Coney, until he was 72—which I find inspiring.)

Every time we’d see each other, it felt like a siege. There was always the sense of hoping I could get out of there without any sh** going down.

A few years ago, he sent me a letter accusing me of certain things – nothing outrageous or Oprah-worthy; just the kind of things parents and children argue about. I joined the battle, defending myself and accusing him of things. We each wrote five or six letters and everything was being dredged up and it was getting more and more heated and vitriolic. Finally, I woke up at four in the morning and just shot out of bed thinking, This is bullsh**. This has to stop.

Up to that point, I had been looking for closure. But maybe that just doesn’t happen. So I wrote my dad a letter and said, “I don’t want resolution. I just want you to come visit me. I can’t change the past; I would just like to have you present.”

He came to L.A. and, sure enough, we didn’t speak of anything; we just kind of hung out. And the realization I had was that we go through our whole lives thinking we want answers. Really all we want is company, the presence of people we love in our lives. And that overrode all my own anxieties about my dad and informed my own parenting.

It’s great to be able to teach your kids to read and play ball and fish, but the most important thing is just to be there. This is going to sound like I learned it from a book, but when I am frustrated and pissed at my kids, I always tell them, “I am angry at what you’re doing, but I love you.”

On the last day of my dad’s visit, as we were waiting for the car to take him to the airport, he said, “Do you have a couple of gloves? Let’s have a catch.”

For 20 minutes, that’s we did, this wordless back-and-forth, tossing and catching. I realized that it’s not about what you say; it’s about showing up and whether or not that guy is going to throw the ball back to you.

That was the last time I saw my father. He went back to Paris and died 6 or 7 months later. If you saw that in a movie, you’d throw tomatoes at the screen, but I couldn’t have asked for anything more satisfying. And it meant so much to me that it was his idea. I know that he too wanted to feel again the way he felt when we were playing catch.

Whether or not he had said it, he had had the same realization that I had. We were celebrating the fact that we actually still wanted to be around each other and there was still something of substance to be had just by sitting in the same room. In that simple game of catch, my father had given me the gift of his presence one final time.

David Duchovny: My Defining Moment, David Keeps, Best Life 2007 (x)

I know that love is ultimately the only answer to mankind’s problems. And I’m going to talk about it everywhere I go. I know it isn’t popular to talk about it in some circles today. I’m not talking about emotional bosh when I talk about love, I’m talking about a strong, demanding love. And I have seen too much hate… I have decided to love. If you are seeking the highest good, I think you can find it through love. And the beautiful thing is that we are moving against wrong when we do it, because John was right, God is love. He who hates does not know God, but he who has love has the key that unlocks the door to the meaning of ultimate reality.
—  Martin Luther King

Rachel Grey in red.

How come you can’t feel your internal organs moving?

We know they do move when completing various body functions and when packed very tightly within the body. But we don’t feel their movement- or are consciously aware it is happening.

This is because all organs are covered in a slippery membrane, creating a frictionless surface, called the peritoneum. This concept works similar to rubbing two sides of a plastic bag together.

“Luke, smile!” you’d shouted, your old polaroid in your hand as you got ready to snap a picture of your boyfriend. “Uh, Y/N, no! Not now, I look like shit,” he’d groaned. You rolled your eyes, walking closer to him. “Luke Hemmings, you never look like shit,” you had reassured him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He smiled, his face turning pink. “Please?” you asked jutting your bottom lip out. He sighed. “Sure, but I’m not smiling,” he said stubbornly. “Fine, jerk,” you laughed, quickly snapping a picture of him. 

You smiled as you remembered that day, the day you and Luke moved in together. A tear slipped down your face as you held the picture in your wrinkled hands. 

"Do you remember this, Luke? When we first moved in to that little apartment in Sydney. I remember you had to leave for tour the very next day,” you sighed, your voice shaking. “I miss you so much Luke. I miss the way you held me, the way you kissed me, the way you made me feel. Even after ten years I still can’t believe you’re gone,” you said, looking down at the love of your life’s grave. “Ten years since I last saw that smile,” you smiled sadly. 

“I love you, Luke,” you whispered, pushing the picture into the dirt in front of his tombstone before slowly walking away. 

Why the fuck did I just do that.

*not my picture*



Elite Eight: Closed

And that’s a wrap, Olicity fans!  Voting in E!Online’s Elite Eight Round is done and after a fierce freaking battle, Olicity came up short. I’d quote the exact percent but the site’s not showing me the closed polls.  Ah well. Doesn’t really matter.  What matters is, this might be second place but this fandom’s fight, its never-say-die, and its competitive spirit (not to mention class), was 100% first rate.

If you’re feeling anything right now, Oliciters, it better be pride.  Pride in a war well fought, in passion, and spirit, and encouragement, and in your entire fandom because I’ve never seen a group work so hard for something in my life.  Outstanding and inspiring and, I might add, a terrific reminder of what Olicity fans can do when they come together, to work together, and stick together.  We moved mountains this week, and we did it together.

So take a bow, Olicity fans.  You deserve it.

It was just this morning we rallied for a 0.4% lead before being slammed by votes for the other side (Kudos to the Captain Swan fandom!  You put up a hell of a fight!).  When you, Oliciters, realize the odds stacked against us, I hope you’ll walk away from this tournament not defeated but exceptionally proud.  I know I am.

This wasn’t about conspiracies, cheating, votes not counted, methods working or not working (they did btw, my inbox is full of questions about it, but just know it does work. Cache. Hard refresh. I’m not going to get into explaining it).  The simple fact is, Olicity fandom, we got beat.  More votes cast on one side than the other.  That’s how polls and voting works.  But what you should remember the most about this tournement was that every single time we got knocked down, we got back up, we dusted ourselves off, and we got back in there and we fought.

What you may not have realized were our odds.  This wasn’t just ship vs ship.  No, you have to factor in that our opponent’s official show social media accounts and actors tweeted vote link to its over viewers (as they totally should, again, a battle well fought!) and we still managed to hang in there and battle back day after day… that’s something to be proud of.

What no one could have anticipated was “Go vote” shares from other celebrities not on the show and who are, themselves, fans of our opponent’s ship.  When you have that, when just one of them has almost a million followers alone, you’re in for a battle of the ages.  That’s the way of the fandom world when it’s shipper wars, especially now in the age of social media.  It was a fair, head to head fight.

Olicity fans, do all of you realize what you all did?

You worked hard to even get Olicity nominated.

You were one of sixty-four ships going into the competition and beat Chicago Fire.

You made it into the Sweet Sixteen and beat Lost Girl (who, by the way were the winners of this same tournament in 2013)

You survived to be one of the Elite Eight.  Eight! 56 other couples didn’t make it as far as we did.  Let that sink in for a moment.

Together we fended off ALL of that – including members of at least five other fandoms who decided to pile on us for various reasons (again, no blaming an entire fandom for their whackadoodles. We all have them) – and we fought our way back each and every time until the very bitter end.  All because we love Stephen and Emily, Oliver & Felicity, and because we really, really wanted a possible joint interview with them, dang it! *stomps foot*  LOL!  One day, Olicity fans. One day.  It’ll happen.

But if that’s not dedication, if that’s not the true spirit of the fun and awesome things that the Olicity fandom can do?  I don’t know what is.

So as the poll settles into the rear-view mirror and we get back to doing what we do best  – having fun with our fandom, sharing the Oliver & Felicity love, enjoying Stephen and Emily – do it with great pride, Oliciters.  I don’t think anyone could have fought harder or done more or given our all with any more passion than we did.

A hearty thank you for everybody who came out and voted.  Whether you cast one or a kabilliongillion, you mattered. 

So be proud of yourselves, Oliciters, the way I’m so very proud of you tonight.  You are the epitome of what a “fandom” and a ship is all about.

Now go take care of those sore hands, those stiff shoulders.  Go watch some tv.  Have some ice cream.  Get some rest.  And then let’s get back to the business of having some damned fun around here!  I bet there’s oodles of new vids on youtube to discover, fanart in the tag, and fan fic updates to devour.

Oh, and one final note.  A HUGE “Thank you!” to marcguggenheimthecwarrow​ (and all its departments, writers, etc), cwfantalk​ and people like Orlando Jones and Charlotte Ross for trying their best to share that link and motivate people to vote in support of the Olicity/Arrow fandom.  That was generous and class all the way, and we can’t thank you enough.

P.S. A very heartfelt thank you to all my followers for putting up with my craziness and my insane posts and rally calls. I know it was tiresome on days, so I really thank you for hanging in there with me and putting up with it.  I promise things will go back to normal now.  :)

Okay I'm calmer now

It’s not a competition over who fights for each other more. And there is more than one way to fight for someone. And if you honestly think Emma WOULDN’T do anything to protect him you’re not watching what I’m watching. Killian is gonna want revenge on Rumple because of what happened to Emma, and you honestly DON’T want to see that?

Look, I love Killian, and I’m as big a Hooker as any of you, but I was and am an Ugly Duckling first and foremost. I don’t EVER want Killian to stop fighting for her, because too many people in her life have done just that. I don’t care about omg equal fighting time or whatever it is ya’ll are in a tizzy about. Emma inspiring Killian to be better is a version of that. Emma letting Killian into her heart and into her past is another version. And I’d rather have EVERYTHING we’ve gotten so far than anything else.

It’s Emma’s story, don’t forget that. And the man who loves her WILL need to support, love, and fight for her. I think it’s beautiful, exactly as it is.

John and Sherlock being pegged as romantic partners comes up so frequently in the BBC Sherlock universe because the writers WANT people to entertain the concept of these characters being queer when we usually wouldn’t do so. John moving into 221b wouldn’t be seen as gay, but once Mrs Hudson asked if they’ll be needing the second bedroom everyone in the audience had to entertain the idea that the action might be gay. Same with going to dinner at Angelo’s. Two men going out to eat isn’t necessarily seen as gay, but once you throw Angelo in there making assumptions the audience has to entertain the idea that the action could be gay. This happens over and over again in every episode.

“Two men having dinner at a nice restaurant isn’t gay as far as I’m concerned, but could it be where they’re concerned?”

“Two men spending every second of every day together isn’t gay to me, but is it in their case?”

“A man getting angry that a woman is flirting with his best friend isn’t gay to me, but could it be in this case?”

“A married man having dreams about another man isn’t gay to me, but is it gay in this case?”

We are meant to ask “in this case, is what they’re doing because they are gay?”. They taught us to read Sherlock and John’s actions this way because eventually they want us to ask the question on our own and answer to ourselves “yes”.