who's got it better then us

anonymous asked:

I had an internet friend who was never in the best of health. One day she stopped logging in and for 4 years I just assumed she had stopped playing the game we played together. One day the curiousity got the better of me and I looked up her username on other websites, all of them not in use since around that time. I was so engrossed in this little mystery that when I lined up her name (she had told me it) to her local obituaries I was relieved and terrified when I got a match.

Fuck

Rick Riordan won a Stonewall award today

for his second Magnus Chase book, due to the inclusion of the character Alex Fierro who is gender fluid. This was the speech he gave, and it really distills why I love this author and his works so much, and why I will always recommend his works to anyone and everyone.

“Thank you for inviting me here today. As I told the Stonewall Award Committee, this is an honor both humbling and unexpected.

So, what is an old cis straight white male doing up here? Where did I get the nerve to write Alex Fierro, a transgender, gender fluid child of Loki in The Hammer of Thor, and why should I get cookies for that?

These are all fair and valid questions, which I have been asking myself a lot.

I think, to support young LGBTQ readers, the most important thing publishing can do is to publish and promote more stories by LGBTQ authors, authentic experiences by authentic voices. We have to keep pushing for this. The Stonewall committee’s work is a critical part of that effort. I can only accept the Stonewall Award in the sense that I accept a call to action – firstly, to do more myself to read and promote books by LGBTQ authors.

But also, it’s a call to do better in my own writing. As one of my genderqueer readers told me recently, “Hey, thanks for Alex. You didn’t do a terrible job!” I thought: Yes! Not doing a terrible job was my goal!

As important as it is to offer authentic voices and empower authors and role models from within LGBTQ community, it’s is also important that LGBTQ kids see themselves reflected and valued in the larger world of mass media, including my books. I know this because my non-heteronormative readers tell me so. They actively lobby to see characters like themselves in my books. They like the universe I’ve created. They want to be part of it. They deserve that opportunity. It’s important that I, as a mainstream author, say, “I see you. You matter. Your life experience may not be like mine, but it is no less valid and no less real. I will do whatever I can to understand and accurately include you in my stories, in my world. I will not erase you.”

People all over the political spectrum often ask me, “Why can’t you just stay silent on these issues? Just don’t include LGBTQ material and everybody will be happy.” This assumes that silence is the natural neutral position. But silence is not neutral. It’s an active choice. Silence is great when you are listening. Silence is not so great when you are using it to ignore or exclude.

But that’s all macro, ‘big picture’ stuff. Yes, I think the principles are important. Yes, in the abstract, I feel an obligation to write the world as I see it: beautiful because of its variations. Where I can’t draw on personal experience, I listen, I read a lot – in particular I want to credit Beyond Magenta and Gender Outlaws for helping me understand more about the perspective of my character Alex Fierro – and I trust that much of the human experience is universal. You can’t go too far wrong if you use empathy as your lens. But the reason I wrote Alex Fierro, or Nico di Angelo, or any of my characters, is much more personal.

I was a teacher for many years, in public and private school, California and Texas. During those years, I taught all kinds of kids. I want them all to know that I see them. They matter. I write characters to honor my students, and to make up for what I wished I could have done for them in the classroom.

I think about my former student Adrian (a pseudonym), back in the 90s in San Francisco. Adrian used the pronouns he and him, so I will call him that, but I suspect Adrian might have had more freedom and more options as to how he self-identified in school were he growing up today. His peers, his teachers, his family all understood that Adrian was female, despite his birth designation. Since kindergarten, he had self-selected to be among the girls – socially, athletically, academically. He was one of our girls. And although he got support and acceptance at the school, I don’t know that I helped him as much as I could, or that I tried to understand his needs and his journey. At that time in my life, I didn’t have the experience, the vocabulary, or frankly the emotional capacity to have that conversation. When we broke into social skills groups, for instance, boys apart from girls, he came into my group with the boys, I think because he felt it was required, but I feel like I missed the opportunity to sit with him and ask him what he wanted. And to assure him it was okay, whichever choice he made. I learned more from Adrian than I taught him. Twenty years later, Alex Fierro is for Adrian.

I think about Jane (pseudonym), another one of my students who was a straight cis-female with two fantastic moms. Again, for LGBTQ families, San Francisco was a pretty good place to live in the 90s, but as we know, prejudice has no geographical border. You cannot build a wall high enough to keep it out. I know Jane got flack about her family. I did what I could to support her, but I don’t think I did enough. I remember the day Jane’s drama class was happening in my classroom. The teacher was new – our first African American male teacher, which we were all really excited about – and this was only his third week. I was sitting at my desk, grading papers, while the teacher did a free association exercise. One of his examples was ‘fruit – gay.’ I think he did it because he thought it would be funny to middle schoolers. After the class, I asked to see the teacher one on one. I asked him to be aware of what he was saying and how that might be hurtful. I know. Me, a white guy, lecturing this Black teacher about hurtful words. He got defensive and quit, because he said he could not promise to not use that language again. At the time, I felt like I needed to do something, to stand up especially for Jane and her family. But did I make things better handling it as I did? I think I missed an opportunity to open a dialogue about how different people experience hurtful labels. Emmie and Josephine and their daughter Georgina, the family I introduce in The Dark Prophecy, are for Jane.

I think about Amy, and Mark, and Nicholas … All former students who have come out as gay since I taught them in middle school. All have gone on to have successful careers and happy families. When I taught them, I knew they were different. Their struggles were greater, their perspectives more divergent than some of my other students. I tried to provide a safe space for them, to model respect, but in retrospect I don’t think I supported them as well as I could have, or reached out as much as they might have needed. I was too busy preparing lessons on Shakespeare or adjectives, and not focusing enough on my students’ emotional health. Adjectives were a lot easier for me to reconcile than feelings. Would they have felt comfortable coming out earlier than college or high school if they had found more support in middle school? Would they have wanted to? I don’t know. But I don’t think they felt it was a safe option, which leaves me thinking that I did not do enough for them at that critical middle school time. I do not want any kid to feel alone, invisible, misunderstood. Nico di Angelo is for Amy, and Mark and Nicholas.

I am trying to do more. Percy Jackson started as a way to empower kids, in particular my son, who had learning differences. As my platform grew, I felt obliged to use it to empower all kids who are struggling through middle school for whatever reason. I don’t always do enough. I don’t always get it right. Good intentions are wonderful things, but at the end of a manuscript, the text has to stand on its own. What I meant ceases to matter. Kids just see what I wrote. But I have to keep trying. My kids are counting on me.

So thank you, above all, to my former students who taught me. Alex Fierro is for you.

To you, I pledge myself to do better – to apologize when I screw up, to learn from my mistakes, to be there for LGBTQ youth and make sure they know that in my books, they are included. They matter. I am going to stop talking now, but I promise you I won’t stop listening.”

On The Adventure Zone Graphic Novel, Blue Taako, and Representation

 Yesterday, we revealed some pages for our graphic novel adaptation of the first Adventure Zone arc, and received some criticism of the direction we went with for Taako’s coloring. This artwork reveal came some months after the first reveal of some of our characters, for which we also received criticism of our three leads, all of whom were white in these initial designs. Us and the graphic novel team realized that, yes, that is extremely bad, went back to the drawing board, and had several long discussions about how to best rectify this situation, resulting in the artwork revealed yesterday.

More or less all of the criticism we’ve received centers on Taako, whose skin is a pale blue color in these designs. What we’ve heard most is disappointment that Taako is not realized in these pages as a person of color — or, to be more specific, a Latinx or explicitly Mexican character. There was concern we had failed to follow through on an opportunity to get better representation for Latinx listeners, instead opting to take a safe route, and make Taako a fantasy color without any kind of real-world connection. Much of the criticism also focuses on how that color (or, to be more specific, green skin) has anti-semitic connotations.

This conversation was happening in certain corners of our fandom long before the graphic novel art reveal took place yesterday. We’ve heard criticism from some folks over our policy of not having canonical visual representations of any of our characters — a policy that has resulted in a genuinely humbling ocean of fan art, but also some instances of in-fighting between members of the community who take umbrage with one another’s disparate interpretations of these characters. Another criticism of that policy is that it inherently does not foster good representation, and in fact represents a noncommittal way of handling racial representation on this show.

Here’s the truth of the matter: I think all of this comes from this underlying friction between where The Adventure Zone and us, its creators, were when we started doing the podcast, and where we, the show, and you, the community, are at now. 

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Dipper wanted adventure, mystery and true friends 

And he got it :) 

Mabel wanted a boy who would love her and never leave her behind 

And she got it :)

Soos wanted to become Mr. Mystery 

And he got it :) 

Wendy wanted some excitement/action in her summer 

And she got it :) 

Pacifica wanted to not be like her family 

And she got it :)

Gideon, towards the end, wanted to become a better person 

And he got it :) 

Robbie wanted a girl who’d love him 

And he got it :) 

McGucket wanted to be good/useful to somebody 

And he got it :)

Ford wanted somebody to go on adventures with him

And he got it :)

And finally, Stan wanted to accomplish something great 

And he got it :)

And as you can all see, the Bill Cipher wheel characters had all gotten what they wanted :*)

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Here’s to the people we said goodbye to, even though all we ever wanted was to hold on to them, begging them to stay. Here’s to those of us who still think of someone who’s long gone and struggle to let go. Here’s to the people we miss so much that the mere thought of them feels like a knife to the throat. Here’s to chances we didn’t take because the fear of failing was more than something that crossed our minds, it was a tangible thing that seeped into our skin and paralysed our bones. Here’s to the tears we allow to stream down our cheeks before we fall asleep at night so no one sees. Here’s to the love we have given over the years, the pieces of our hearts we handed out and never got back. Here’s to feelings we had to hide and fake smiles we plastered on our faces to uphold our charades. Here’s to whatever obstacle we’ve had to overcome, whatever battle we’ve had to fight, whatever pain we’ve had to feel, to make us kinder and better people - to make us evolve and grow. Here’s to everyone who believes in something more, in magic, in love, in the power of dreams and faith and everyone who has something to fight for. Here’s to everything that made us who we are today. Every glorious thing, the mountains we had to climb, the stars we had to count. Here’s to our ordinary lives we never fail to turn into something extraordinary. Here’s to our beautiful selves, raw and real, a reminder that life is not a line or a constant, but a vivid creature with its ups and downs and that all inconveniences considered, we’re doing pretty damn great.
—  here’s to life / n.j.
If BTS songs were named like ‘Friends’ episodes
  • No More Dream: The one that started it all/ Hoseok’s forehead makes a rare appearance before going to war
  • We Are Bulletproof pt.2: The one that will not be forgotten (looking at you, Beyond The Scene) ft. ot7′s abs make a rare appearance
  • N.O: The one where 7 fetuses don’t wanna do homework
  • Boy in Luv: The one where the boys went past their ‘cooties’ stage/ The one where Jungkook accepted he was your oppa.
  • Just One Day: The one where Hoseok was labelled a murderer for killing people with his voice ft. BTS comes clean with their chair fetish
  • Danger: The one where Seokjin realised dancing was seriously not his thing/ The one where Namjoon’s hair looked like cupcake frosting.
  • War of Hormone: The one where BTS decided they were horny and slapping Jimin’s ass was a good way to show it…
  • I Need U: The one where Jimin made the bathtub his second home.
  • Dope: The one where they celebrated Halloween a little too early ft. Seokjin realising dancing would only get worse from here
  • Run: The one where KIM NAMJOON WHY WOULD YOU DO A LOLLIPOP DIRTY LIKE THAT ft. BTS gives us a look into psychology
  • Epilogue: Young Forever: The one that made ARMYs realise they were doomed for liking 7 boys because everything was a fucking theory 
  • Fire: The one where Yoongi thought it was a good idea to burn someone and have a whole clan chase their fucking asses in the future/ The one where ‘btw Seokjin has some camera time and lines in this one’
  • Save Me: The one where BTS realised aesthetics and mother nature was important
  • Blood, Sweat and Tears: The one that is facing a lawsuit from ARMYs because too many panties have been torn due to visuals/ the one that took drugs and shit to a whole new level ft. Seokjin is attracted to statues and Taehyung cosplays as Lucifer
  • Spring Day: The one where everyone wanted that cake to hit Namjoon’s face ft. BTS doesn’t wanna do laundry
  • Not Today: The one where Yoongi messed up big time and got all their asses killed ft. where the fuck is Seokjin, I’m asking for a friend
  • Come Back Home: The one where- no seriously, I’m done with this shit, where the actual fuck is Kim Seokjin, I will fucking shoot somebody
  • Chi Ase Namida: The one  where SMOKE WEED EVERYDAY-AYE-AYE-AYE
  • I like it: The one where Hoseok shows the world that he raps, dances and sings, bitches when will your faves ever
  • Coffee: The one where BTS is hella relatable because I could really use some caffeine right about now
  • Satoori Rap: The one where everyone thinks their dialect is better and it is Captain South Korea: Civil War
  • Attack on Bangtan: The one where one is for all and all is for one
  • Tomorrow: The one where 7 little boys tell you to live life and not fucking waste it
  • Cypher pt.3: The one where haters gonna hate, potatoes gonna potate ft. Supreme Boi pays a visit
  • Spine Breaker: The one where they tell you to respect yo mama and papa but the mv says otherwise because Kim seokjin might be pregnant with the 8th member ft. memekook makes his official debut
  • Jump: The one where BTS decided to dedicate a song to kangaroos
  • Hip-Hop Lover: The one where Rap Line teaches haters to stay in their fucking lane and let them live their lives
  • Let me Know: The one where Taehyung takes his voice deeper than the Pacific ocean
  • Will you put down your cell phone: The one where Namjoon is fucking done with technology and wants to bring back hardcore sociology
  • Look Here: The one where Namjin thought it was a good idea to verbally harass us
  • Second Grade: The one where BTS is all grown up, moving from diapers to potty training
  • Boyz with Fun: The one where the boys wanted to be party animals but with apple juice instead of wine
  • Converse High: The one where ARMYs thought Namjoon might have a foot fetish and Yoongi begs to differ
  • Nevermind: The one where Yoongi thought it was a good idea to make us tear up for the thousandth time and Seokjin didn’t give a shit or a fuck
  • Butterfly: The one where Jungkook observed his hyungs and got receipts to copy them on variety shows
  • House of Cards: The one where Jimin’s high notes are still stuck in our heads
  • Begin: The one where Jungkook was all ‘I luv u bro, no homo tho’
  • Stigma: The one where Taehyung invented murder through raspy breath and followed Jimin in slaying high notes
  • Lie: The one where Jimin realised he wasn’t going to grow a single inch despite drinking all that milk
  • Reflection: The one where everyone but Namjoon loves himself
  • MAMA: The one where Hoseok set an example of being a good son/sun, same thing
  • First Love: The one where Yoongi told us not to fucking touch his piano
  • Awake: The one where Seokjin thinks he’s a penguin because he can’t fly but in reality, he’s a pegasus who flew through the skies and beyond
  • Lost: The one where vocal line drew the line and said ‘screw cypher, now watch this’
  • Cypher 4: The one where rap line decided to be the rich bitch and make the haters their bitch
  • Am I wrong: The one where the fetuses realised how fucked up the world is
  • 21st Century Girl: The one where they invented feminism
  • 2!3! Hoping for better days: The one where BTS got really emo
  • Intro: Boy Meets Evil: the one where Hoseok makes the album his bitch
  • Do you: the one where Namjoon spits fire but it sounds like he’s spitting sex
  • I believe: The one where 6 little kids ask their leader if they can have a go at his mixtape
  • Joke: The one where Namjoon makes bandages look sexy
  • Agust D: The one where the sugar is salty and rips throats with his tongue technology
  • Tony Montana: The one that made Yoonmin real
  • So far away: the one that showed us true pain and made yoonjinkook canon
  • 4 o’ clock: The one where Vmin is canon but Namjoon and Taehyung take the spotlight and make our ovaries burst
  • Change: The one where Namjoon goes international
  • Even If I die, It’s you: The one where Taehyung realised, ‘if bighit doesn’t love Jin-hyung, I will’ and they killed it tbh
  • Expensive Girl: The one where Namjoon proved to all of us he’s a kinky piece of shit and proud
  • Trouble: The one where Namjin hinted that they were having a go at it
  • Arirang: The one where BTS made a political debut
  • Always: The one where Namjoon showed us that singing is his shit
  • 1 Verse: The one where Hoseok thought it was a good idea to bless with this miracle but never show up solo again ft. we’re still waiting for that mixtape, sweety
  • We don’t talk anymore: The one where Jungkook and Jimin thought it was okay to drop the bomb of how good their English pronunciation was
Good Girls Go Bad

Set in the 40’s. Y/N was your stereotypical girl next door, growing up in the apartment right across the hall from James Buchanan Barnes. She had always been the shy, reserved girl; she was the complete opposite of the enigmatic ladies man. Despite their proximity, she was sure that he didn’t even know she existed. What happens when they run into one another during a night out on the town? Is just one night all it really takes? 

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Warnings: swearing, smut


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You sighed, adjusting your dress as you gazed into the mirror. Even though it was still rather conservative, you couldn’t help but notice that it was more revealing than you were used to. The neckline plunged rather low, the collar fastened with a bow that drew attention to your cleavage. The waist was cinched, showing off your figure. Paired with the red heels that your friends had chosen for you, you were looking like a regular bombshell. Your friends had insisted that you go out with them tonight. You had turned them down too many times. They said that now, of all days, you had to accompany them. The newest army recruits would be shipping out tomorrow, and it was sure to be a lively night.

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They’re too nice to fight each other what are you even talking about.

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18. Harry Styles, “Meet Me in the Hallway”

Producer: Tyler Johnson, Alex Salibian, Jeff Bhasker
Album: Harry Styles

“Meet Me in the Hallway” is the perfect opener for Harry Styles’ solo debut because it hallmarks all the aspects of what the former One Direction member wants us to hear in him now. It’s a little rock, a little sad, a little twangy. Above all else, it’s vaguely confessional—as is much of Styles’ album—who is this mysterious woman who has got his heart all tangled up? Who does Harry Styles “gotta get better” for? Is it really about drugs? I mean we’ll never find out, but it’s a great listen, one that evokes the ghosts in our own hallways that we never got better for. - Complex

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I only wish I’d been a better sister to her when she first got here. I can’t… I can’t even imagine it now. I used to resent her for coming into my home. For following me around at school. Some strange girl who didn’t know how to fit in. For embarrassing me in front of my friends.

alex danvers week→ day two
↳ july 4th || “favourite scene or episode”

Dean/Cas: Love Lab

Fake dating AU, 5.4K.

Dean sees them on his way to grab a sandwich at the campus café, eye-catching flyers all crammed on a bulletin board with dozens of staples and edges overlapped. Some are for stuff he doesn’t care about, like thesis defenses for esoteric topics, but then his gaze wanders to the dollar signs and he takes a step forward to read more closely.

Paid Research Opportunity

The Love Lab in the Department of Psychology needs participants for a study on romantic relationships. To be eligible, participants must be over the age of 18; have been dating monogamously for at least six months; and currently living together. The study involves weekly interviews where both participants are present. Compensation is contingent upon satisfactory participation and each couple will receive $75 per interview.

Dean lifts an eyebrow. Seventy-five dollars for every hour or two of sitting and talking? The flyer doesn’t specify the number of interviews, but even if he blows the first one, which is probably impossible, that’s still a minimum of seventy-five dollars to put toward something other than rent.

The flyer is cut into strips at the bottom, each printed with the lab’s email and phone number. Dean takes out his phone instead of ripping one off to snap a photo of the entire page. He then stands there, sandwich forgotten, as he sends a quick email to the lab telling them that, yes, he’s interested. And once that’s done, he attaches the photo he just took to a text that reads, ‘Signed us up.’


He finds his roommate brewing tea in the kitchen when he gets home that afternoon. He lets his backpack drop to the floor as he saunters over to join him.

“Drinking your mulch again?” he teases gently, heading to the fridge and poking inside. He grabs a beer because he isn’t a hippie, thank you, and pops it open on the countertop.

“Drinking your empty calories again?” Castiel quips, curling his hand around the ceramic mug. It was a present from Sam and has the molecular structure for caffeine drawn on one side because they’re both nerds who clearly enjoy chemistry paraphernalia.

“You call it empty calories. I call it better taste.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Cas quirks his lips, amusement in his eyes. “Also, I got your text. You may have missed a little detail there.”

“What detail?” Dean frowns a little, eyeing Cas over the rim of his bottle. “We get free money for interviewing. Sounds like all the details I need to know.”

“It’s a study on romantic relationships.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Neither of us is in a relationship.”

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“Oliver said there’s an ARGUS plane on the other side of the island.” Felicity.

“It’ll take us all day to get there.” Diggle. “Anything could happen to Chase to set off the explosives.”

“Oliver said he wouldn’t kill him,” Felicity said, hanging on stubbornly to her optimism.

“Yeah, but that still doesn’t guarantee the explosives won’t go off,” Dinah chipped in.

“I still think we should wait for Oliver,” Quentin said. “If anything, we should look for his son.”

Samantha perked up. “I’m on board with that plan.”

Slade listened to all the chatter with half an ear as they each tried to come up with a plan. He remained silent, not because he had no opinion, but because he felt something. In his gut. Something wrong.

The short hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, his heart hammered in his chest. There was definitely something wrong, and that something wrong was coming fast.

“We have to go underground,” he shouted, silencing everyone.

They all turned as one to stare at him.

“Why?” Rene asked.

Without answering, Slade ran toward the only place he knew would be safe, not waiting for the others to follow. After a beat, he heard rapid footsteps behind him, but he kept his concentration on looking for one thing.

The entrance to an ARGUS prison block.

Slade had spent the last three years in a cell on the other side of the island, but if he knew ARGUS, he knew that they would be thorough. There was bound to be another block on this side.

“Where are you taking us?” Thea called out from behind him.

Slade didn’t answer.

“Slade!” Diggle shouted.

At last, Slade saw something metal rising out of the ground in the distance, maybe 400 metres away. His pace sped up as gooseflesh crawled up his neck.

“Run!” he shouted over his shoulder. “Run like the devil is on your heels!”

Sweat popped out on his brow as they finally reached the entrance. He wasted no time in wrenching the door open. “Get in!”

No one moved, to his everlasting frustration.

“We need to look for William!” Samantha cried.

“And the plane,” Rene added.

Slade grit his teeth and growled, “Get. In. Now.”

A grave look appeared on Diggle’s face, finally catching Slade’s bad feeling, and ushered Felicity before him. “Get in,” he repeated, and finally, they all began to move.

No sooner had Slade shut and locked the lid that the ground beneath them shook violently, throwing him off the ladder. Explosions sounded overhead, through the thick concrete. The floor shook as the shockwave reached them, but the walls held firm.

“Go deeper,” he commanded, getting up from the floor. “Through that door and down the hall, there’s a stairwell at the end. That will take us lower.”

They all turned to go, except for Felicity, who stood with her hand over her mouth and tears swimming in her eyes.

“Oliver…” she whispered.

Slade approached her slowly, getting in her field of view. “He’s gonna be all right,” he said, attempting to reassure her. “Kid’s got more than nine lives. He’s more worried about us, I’d wager.”

She blinked up at him, as if just realizing he was in front of her. After a tense moment, she nodded, and turned to follow the others.

Slade took one look back at the door above his head. “You better not make a liar out of me, kid,” he said, before following the others into the bunker.

shoutout to all the autistic and adhd people who were suppose to be “smart” but got low grades in school or never really match up with the other neurotypical “smart kids”. y'all are so much better than what you or other around you thank you are. you will find a place where you can really shine. high school and school wasn’t built for us. you are not stupid.

skam-fest (balloon squad livestream): TRANSLATION

disclaimer: we dunno danish. huge shout out to @maksisskambackwards for norwegian-english translation for the boys and Håkon. (they didn’t want credit and I said hush) grammar fixes by me ;) 

Everybody introduces themselves. And Håkon says that they’re still producing and thats why everybody couldn’t be there. Håkon likes Eskilds character the best.

Mutasim: Hei hei. My name is Mutasim and I play Mutasim. And I don’t know what else to say. My favorite character is Chris - girl Chris. Good actress.

Cengiz: should I introduce myself? I’m Cengiz, its like Ghengis Khan. (pronunciation of his name) I’m 19. And turning 20 today. No yesterday. What else should I say. I’ve never done any acting before. So this is very new for me. But its very fun to be here and speak before you. My favourite actor is many actually. I think like Håkon over there that Eskild has been really good. Chris. Really all, many are good. And I also think Vilde. Of course I like all the characters. Sana is a really important character. I support all of them. All my colleagues are great.

Simo: Hi, I´m Simo and I´m Sana’s brother, Elias. My favourite actor, I wanna say first everyone is amazing. But if I have to choose one it would be Sana.

Yousef: My name is Yousef, and I play Mikael. My favourite character is maybe Even. An (unpredictable?) character.

Adam: Hi everybody, I’m Adam and i play Adam. I’m 18 and really an artist and suddenly I’m an actor. My favourite is Jonas or Marlon. I’ve known Marlon for many years. We used to skate together and are buds. And one day he was like, “Adam I’ll be in this new show on NRK,” and we were like,  “okay… Is that cool?” And it was really fun to watch how it turned out.

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magnifreakingcent  asked:

what really is the reason why we can't get the rest of the 5 seasons? bc it just breaks my heart ASKADSJISSNOS

No official reason has ever been given. But here are some random thoughts:

- This show was never meant to get this big. It was a small little production for Norwegian teens. The actors are amateurs and they have a life outside of the show. They’re not full time actors. They barely get paid at all. They’re not media trained. The whole crew is very small and tight and they work around the clock. This show started as a way to make teenage girls in Norway feel a little better about themselves and to educate them. In S1, the characters were actually able to communicate on instagram through comments because not too many people commented. Now the comments sections are mine fields.

- The show got too big. It got attention from all corners of the globe. Julie gets contacted by the freaking New York Times. People fly from South Korea and the US to meet the cast, some of which are teenagers who go to high school. People start becoming interested in the cast’s daily lives. It’s fun. It’s great content while we wait for S4. Their families are nice. Their friends are awesome content providers. Etc.

- The cast’s loved ones start getting targeted. Mean and cruel comments rain on their instas. “Dirty hipsters”, Rumen gets the nickname ‘Semen’ (wtf), a couple of death threats (yes legit death threats) here and there. People are no longer just interested and grateful. They’re entitled now. They demand things. Comments like “i’m disappointed. I will never see character X the same way again” can be found on their instas. Even the actors’ mothers get targeted now for being “money hungry” “fame whore”. Some actors have to pretend to be taking phone calls at school or ask their teacher to cover for them. People are now demanding and cruel. Make one mistake and you’re “canceled” “delete your existence you homophobic piece of shit” “nobody wants to hear from you your career is over” “Julie is a disgusting ableist and homophobic asshole and i will fight her” “fuck you just say you hate muslims and go” etc.

- Instagrams get deleted now. Some come back (David’s) but comments have to be disabled on some posts because some people want to sniff Tarjei’s panties. Some don’t (ruby sigh). Some actors have to post on their insta story to leave other actors alone because they’re not their characters (Iman about Josefine and Cengiz). Some stop posting for weeks when they used to post 938483 times a day (Henrik). Etc. It’s become toxic. It’s become a 24/7 thing. It’s become exhausting.

- Julie and Mari went from writing and getting the feedback of Norwegian teens to having to cater to the desires of very demanding people from all over the world. People who don’t understand that characters are allowed to fuck up from time to time, who don’t understand how POV works, who jump to conclusions and are so passionate (which is great and awesome) but also so cruel.

- They never signed up for all of this. And yes fame comes with a price and they should be grateful but honestly they never signed up for the intrusion, for the harassment, for the hate. Nobody deserves this.

- Money was probably an issue too. As a show gets bigger, you need more money. And when you remember that this is funded by taxpayer money by Norwegians, it’s kinda messed up to feel entitled at all. Yes they get fame from the international attention but how do you quantify that? At the end of the day, what do they get from that? No profit whatsoever. Not even self-esteem benefits from this because some of the cruel stuff people spew all day every day is truly upsetting. And if it keeps ME at night, then I can’t imagine what it does to them.

- Rights sold to America. This might also have created conflict. But i dont think so. I think Julie and the rest are just tired and need a vacation.

- People with NRK insiders saying that Julie actually stopped the show because NRK refused to give her a raise…….. ok. Right. Sure. As if you can spend years with these characters in your head and then just abandon them because of a raise.

- This post makes no sense. I apologize. Now am I devastated that my favorite show that no one knew about a year ago is ending? YES DAMMIT I AM CRUSHED. Do I understand that it had to? Yes to that, too.

- im sorryyy djdbsjsn

cengiz podcast part two!

sorry for the delay! here are some highlights from the second part of cengiz’ podcast with morten.

first a little side note about part 1: i saw someone wonder why cengiz didn’t get the choice to not kiss when iman had. julie immediately told him to give him that choice. he said yes to it knowing that condition, he didn’t discuss it with anyone but agreed right away.

moving on:

- when it comes to ‘feelings’ on screen, julie tries to get them to improvise a lot to create something more natural. this became easier as time went by for cengiz and iman.
- the swan scene was not yousef but completely cengiz. he hadnt seen it and they were splashing water like ‘yousef and sana’ when suddenly the swan was 2 meters away. the comment about them biting your finger off was natural as well, it was his own scared reaction.
- morten asks him if he knows about “the look”, william and even had it. he asks him if julie had him audition for “the look”. she didnt but she did ask him to express really random emotions “be embarrased, but not too strong”.
- he agrees that in 2017 it sounds weird that a muslim like iman girl cant marry a non-muslim, but he can be together with a christian girl. he doesn’t want to speak on behalf of all muslims so he thinks it’s hard to really comment on it being right or wrong.
- he believes s4 has taught norwegians a lot about islam and that they understand muslim youth better now. he uses the first clip as an example where sana says “i can have sex etc, i just choose not to”.
- if julie had written sana as a muslim who threw away her hijab, got drunk and had sex with yousef he doesnt think it had gone down well. even though he knows there are plenty of muslims who do, it would still seem offensive. he thinks the season wouldve received more hate than love then.
- he’s reveived only postive feedback from religious people, others as well
- nrk got everyone to go see a psychologist. julie was also always there for him in the first few days after he first appeared and he thanks her a lot for that.
- julie could be scary to others sometimes, but to him she was nothing but sweet.
- yousef went on holiday to turkey, he never “left/traveled away from” sana.
- he likes how they ended sana and yousef and thinks it created “after talk”, what could have happened after he got back. skam’s never over. (not a hint to it coming back, keep on dreaming)
- even though yousef wasn’t in the final scene, cengiz went to the filming. the final filming was difficult and people cried.
- “skam is over, but life isn’t”
- morten can’t get over how pretty he is and says he’s even prettier in real life than on camera.
- people havent found his home address somehow so they sent letters etc to his brother. he’s wondered if he should give it so they can send it directly to him (bless this child) and morten goes: some advice, don’t give out your home address
- he’s gotten a lot of marriage proposals on instagram, he sometimes likes those comments and then people go: (cengiz in a high pitched english voice) ahhhh he liked my comment!!!
- he started dancing when he was 12. dancing means so much to him. creativity, motivation, postivity, love, it’s all to do with dance where he can completely be himself.
- he’s 'tasted’ alcohol but has never been drunk.
-he wants to use his social media platform to inspire people.

The Best 300 gp Ever Spent

Here’s the story about the noodle incident at the very end of this story, as written by the paladin’s player himself: https://yourplayersaidwhat.tumblr.com/post/159992078033/the-uniting-power-of-love-triangles-midlife-dance 

The specific event involves an egotistical human paladin who believes himself to be a literal dragon (specifically, the Chinese noodle variety), a very saucy halfling weapons merchant, and a magical glaive-guisarme that the paladin absolutely HAD to have, but didn’t have enough money to buy on his own, so a deal was struck between him and the merchant. 

The halfling happened to be incredibly amorous, but he refused to do anything unbecoming (Editor’s Note: and since he was pretty thick in the head, it took him a while to get she was flirting to begin with). In the end, the paladin agreed to take the halfling dancing in exchange for a discount. (Ed: The rogue had to buy a thieves’ ring on top of masterwork tools for this deal to get off the ground. Best 300 gp ever spent.) After the odd pair made their way to a grand dance hall in the center of town (the same one Midlife Dance Crisis took place), they stared each other in the eyes. They each intended to walk away from this encounter not as acquaintances, but as victors.) 

Draco-Paladin: “I will defeat you.”  

Saucy Halfling: “Oh yeah, talk dirty to me!” 

(What many would consider to be a recreational activity was a contest of prowess in the eyes of these two opposing forces. The time came for performance checks to be made. I had planned in advance what would occur based on what roll I got, and wouldn’t you know it…) 

Draco-Paladin’s Player: (rolls a 1) 

He picks up the halfling and flings her under his arms, around his waist and over his shoulders like a pair of nunchucks. Entire Party:

(Bellowing laughter)

Rogue’s Player: God damn, dude, that escalated FAST! 

Summoner’s Player: Allow me to show you the dance of my people! 

Medium’s Player: Dragons are used to tossing around smaller creatures for fun, don'tcha know! 

DM: The halfling is having more fun than she’s ever had in her entire life. And she’s had a LOT of lovers. 

In the end, the paladin got his discount, and he entered a vitriolic will-they-or-won’t-they relationship with a halfling who, in spite of her diminutive size, turned out to be a whole lotta woman. Sometimes a natural 1 can be better than a 20.

Love can be a miracle, darling

Pairings: Harry x reader in the beginning, Draco x reader in the end

Word count: 2281

Requested: Hey, can you write a Harry Potter x Reader where they have been dating for a while but the reader caught Harry cheating on her with Cho and they have a huge fight. After that, she keeps crying and Draco tries to cheer her up and they kiss. Pleaseeeee <3 by @partyiinthedungeons

A/N: I hope you like it and sorry for posting it so late. I did my best to finish it today because of my full schedule. Sorry for the mistakes because i am sure there are and let me now what you think ♥ 

Originally posted by crystelgreene

Being Harry Potter’s girlfriend had it advantages and disadvantages. The good part was the loyal friends you got by your side and the bad…well the bad are the slytherins always trying to offend you somehow. Well, they were mostly hostage toward Harry not me but the fact I was ready to kill everybody who had said something bad about him was enough for a way the others to mockery him.

But besides the bad attitude we got in fifth year, I was more than happy to be with him. Half of the school thought he was a liar, a boy wanting an attention and I were just a chick using him to become famous and so on. However, Harry never paid so much attention to those words but I did. I tried not to but it was hurting to hear such lies. Harry was so nice to stay hours after curfew to calm me down, to say he loved me and that’s all that mattered. He even said that if I wanted we would break up so he could see my smile again. I, of course, punched him slightly always exclaiming that he was much more important than some stupid students.  

We were going to Hogsmeade on dates, drinking butterbeers, shopping at Zonko’s, we basically tried everything there for such a short period. I did my best to stay focused when helping him with his homework but usually ended making out on the sofa in the common room. That led to an angry Hermione who didn’t skip an opportunity to remind us we were falling behind with it. But let’s come to the present where the interesting part is.

Today was just an ordinary Saturday. We had finally finished another rough week. Early in the morning I woke up and after dressing up, I headed towards the library. There was an hour till breakfast so I decided to spend it while searching information for Snape’s essay.

“Hey (Y/N)! Why are you awake so early?”, Hermione’s voice ranged through the empty library.

“I just want to get something done. I don’t want to fall and spending time with Harry isn’t helping me.”, smiling I sat down next to her.

“You managed to find the truth! Only for that I will lend you my notes, but don’t tell the boys.”, we both laughed and after promising I would not each one of us continued her work.

“If we don’t hurry we will miss the breakfast. Come on.”, I packed my things and with my friend we exited the room going straight to the Great Hall.

There weren’t a lot of people but our boys were already on the Gryffindor table. Harry was reading something while Ron was eating…a lot, as usual. A smirked appeared on my face as I went to my boyfriend as quiet as I could. He was facing me with his back so I used this opportunity to cover his eyes, well specifically his glasses. The boy jumped due to being surprised. His hands left the newspaper and touched mine trying to identify the person messing with him.

“(Y/n)!”, my boyfriend exclaimed seconds later and turned around to face me. There was a smile on his face which caused me to smile, too. I sat down next to him placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t tell me you are still reading those lies.”, I took the newspaper from his hands but Hermione did the same to me, making the research instead of us.

“Well, you were late, so we had to take it.”

“You two are disgusting.”, Ron noted as he continued to eat.

“You will be too when you find a girl, oh my pardon, if you find a girl.”, Hermione retorted as she closed the paper and put it in her back.

We all laughed while Ron gave Granger a dead look.

“What are we doing tonight?”, although it seemed as an ordinary question, it wasn’t. Since some weeks, we were training spells in out secret group, or so called D.A.

“We have a studying session at 8 pm. as always (Y/n), how can you forget about it?”

“Oh, sorry Harry but when I see you I forget everything.”, we usually played this game of being so in love only to make no suspicions but we did enjoyed it, it always amused us.

After we finished our lunch we went to the lake. The weather was fantastic and neither one of us wanted to spend the whole day locked in the castle. We sat down next to a tree trying to stay in its shadow and began doing our homework. I can’t say we desired to do it but there was a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow and I didn’t want to miss it because of stupid two meters long essays. Harry and Ron were complaining instead of working, Hermione used her energy to quarrel with Ron while I and Harry laughed at their ‘family problems’. The time was passing by and soon dinner came. After we were done, we agreed to go to the Required room separated so Umbridge won’t be able to catch us.

“What are you going to teach me today, Mr. Potter?”, I teased my boyfriend as we were heading towards our wanted direction.

“Someone is eager for knowledge? You should spend less time with Hermione.”

“Oh, shut up!”, I punched him slightly and laughed, “You are just jealous that I’m coping with school, while you might be failing.”

“That huts. That’s it! You made me cry, what kind of a girlfriend are you?”

“Come here and let me kiss you, you’ll feel better.”, leaning closer we shared a kiss that would had definitely turned out in a heated one if it wasn’t somebody’s cough to make us separate.

“Hey there lovebirds! You can continue that later, we have a work now.”, Fred Weasley smirked and entered the Required room. We followed his actions.

This time Harry showed us some others spells. I was with Neville who surprisingly was doing much better than me. I was doing well to be honest, practicing with Ginny, Ron, Harry, but maybe like 30 minutes later I didn’t fail to notice something. Cho Chang, a ravenclaw girl Harry used to like in his fourth year, was now watching my boyfriend carefully, trying to get his attention. That made me mad and that’s why I got hit my Neville’s spell that paralyzed me for a moment.

“I hit her, I did it!”, Neville screamed at top of his lungs happily, “Sorry (Y/n).” He then came closer and helped me stand.

“No problems. I am happy you did it, Neville.”, he was so happy that I couldn’t tell him I wasn’t paying enough attention to block the spell.

No matter what I did afterwards was, to put it mildly, horrible. I tried to practice but my eyes were glancing and Cho and Harry. I knew he was helping her but I didn’t like she was doing poor just for his attention. Harry was observing everybody and when he saw my actions he came closer and gave Neville time for a rest.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”, I could read the care in his eyes and it made me feel a little better. Besides everything Harry was with me, not with her.

“I’m fine now.”

“If you wanted to train with me you could have just asked.”

Till the end of the lesson I was actually getting more and more capable of using the new spells. Deep inside me I felt pleasure to show Cho I was better that her. When the ‘class’ was over we were heading out by three. I wanted to stay and help Harry to clean but he refused, telling I’d better go and rest. I listened to him and left the room with Hermione and a tall Hufflepuff boy. We were already on the stairs when I realized I had forgotten my barrette.

“Wait for me, I’ll be back in a minute.”, after notifying Hermione I ran upstairs.

The door was slightly open. Cursing the stupid people who left it that way I entered the room but stopped where I was. My eyes widen when I saw Harry and Cho kissing in front of me. She had put one of her hands on his face, while Harry had placed his hands on her both sides. My eyes were filled with tears by now.

“How could you?”, was the only thing my mouth let out. I felt a strange feeling in my throat, not letting me to breathe or talk anymore. Harry and Cho jumped away from each other, both looking at me as a deer looking at the headlights coming towards her.

“(Y/n), I-”

“Don’t!”

I exited the room and ran in some direction not caring where I was going. Suddenly I felt somebody grabbing my hand and spinning me around. It was Harry with his messy hair and sad face.

“Stop.”, he said softly.

“Let me go, please. Let me go!”, I managed to find my voice again and screamed at him.

“It’s not what it seems.”

“Oh, really? Because it seems you still love Cho and was messing with me the whole time!”, he didn’t know what to say, he did try but nothing came out, “Have you ever loved me, Harry? Have you?”

“Of course I have, I still do.”

“Do not lie to me! Do not!”, licking his lips, the boy was about to talk but I interrupted him, “I cannot believe you used me like this.”

“I-I didn’t, I-”

“Are you sure because stuttering like this now shows me I am right.”, I bit my lips trying to prevent the others tears to roll down my face, “Look at me, look at my eyes and say you did not use me to forget Cho or to fucking make her jealous! Look at me for god’s sake and say it!”

But the boy was still looking at his feet ashamed.

“I loved you, Harry. Everything I have ever said was true. I showed you my feelings, I gave you my heart…and for what? To be your little toy!? To be the girl you would go to if Cho didn’t like you back?! To be the second option?! Fuck you Harry!”, I screamed at his face, spun around on my heels and attempted to get away from him.

“No, (Y/n), wait!”

“Don’t you dare touch me again or call me, Potter. Don’t you dare!”, this time my voice was low, almost calmly but I felt how he trembled from it. I didn’t mean to threaten him but his presence was no longer wanted around me.  

After minutes of walking I ended in the Astronomy tower. I sat down and let myself cry out all the pain inside me. How could he do this to me? I believed him when everybody thought he was a liar, I was beside him every time he was bullied…and what did I get? A knife in the back! As I was sobbing a voice spoke beside me.

“I see there are troubles in heaven, huh?”

“What do you want Draco? I am not in the mood for your stupid jokes”, but as soon as I turned to face him, his expression changed. With some steps he came next to me and kneeled down.

“Hey, hey. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was that serious.”, he spoke with a soft and caring voice, something I’d never thought I would hear from him.

“Don’t act as you care.”

“I do care if you haven’t noticed, darling.”

Looking at him, especially at his eyes, some moments ran through my mind. He had always been good to me, never saying bad about me, helping me in Potions, not gloating when I fail… For the first time I felt I could tell him what happened, what I was feeling and he would care about it. All those small details were showing something deeper and complicated to be explained.

“I-Ha-Harry cheated on m-me.”, saying those words out made me sob again. Draco wrapped his hand around me, getting me closer for a hug.

“Hey, look at me.”, with his forefinger he lifted my chin up so now I was facing him, “He doesn’t deserve your tears.” He remover some of them, “He doesn’t deserve your love. You have to stand up, smile and show him what he has missed. Show him you are happier without him. You are the one who deserves better – somebody who would do anything for you, and by anything I really mean anything. You are so kind, funny, just amazing. I cannot explain it but each time I see you, my mood changes. I become more gleeful just because of hearing your voice, laugh or seeing the spark of joy in your eyes. You deserve somebody that can make you feel the same way you make me feel… ”

Without thinking I leaned closer and connected our lips. The kiss was salty due to my tears but was enough to make me feel butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t feel it only with my body; I felt it with my soul. It warmed me up, made me feel loved. That kiss wasn’t like the kisses I’d shared with Harry. It was kind of passionate but showing things that could hardly be explained even from the hand of a skillful poet. It was something not to read about but to feel it.

“I’ve never thought you could be showing such emotions.”

“Love makes miracles with everybody, darling.”, he smiled and leaned for another kiss.  

Tantalizing: 05

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Sub!Jungkook, Sex Toys, Degrading Names, Choking, Spanking, Slight BDSM, Handjob, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Exhibitionism, Fingering, Gagging, Blinfolding, Slight Violence? Slight Angst?
Word Count: 7,599

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