jack: you’re in love with lardo and you have been since sophomore year shitty: that’s disgusting. and wrong. i don’t even get– why would– i’ve never been in love with anyone, anywhere. it’s none of your- you have- the nerve, the audacity, lardo used to be my boss, technically. and she is terrible, face-wise. and how- how- do I know, frankly, that you’re not in love with her?? maybe you are. maybe you’re trying to throw me off? hmm check and mate.
I just want to point out that in the newest bomb, you can clearly see Jimin on the floor around 4:58, and you can also see his hand move behind Kook. He turns back and, PUM, strange cut. I dunno, but seems fishy to me 👀
first of all it was 100% jimin on the floor , because he was the only one besides hoseok wearing an orange shirt and you can see it clrearly here
jimin was just laying there then he went and touched/grabbed jungkook’s butt , then jungkook looked at him then big hit —> cut the scene !!! why would they tho ? but even after the cut jimin’s hand was still there doing god knows what but after a while he pulled it away… that’s quite suspicious!
I’ve seen this post today mentioning Rapunzel’s age on Tangled, and I was thinking about how in all the fairy tales the princesses are usually 18 (maybe even less, never more).
When I was a child they have always seemed to me so adult, so mature. I couldn’t wait to get to this age and become a woman of my own (and if it comes with a prince, even better).
But then the years pass (still no prince in sight in case you were wondering), but I finally do feel like a woman. And as such, I look back at age 18, and I don’t see it as an age where I was really an adult. I truly didn’t know anything about life yet back then. I didn’t know who I was, not for real anyway. And I just look at these princesses now, from the wisdom of my age, and just think, whoa, whoa, what’s the rush? You have your all life in front of you to get to know yourself, then meeting that prince (or princess, or even no one in particular). All these fairy tales seem even more unreal somehow.
But then it suddenly hit me, my favorite princess is actually a woman in her thirties:
Her fairy tale story began when she turned 28 and not 18!
No offence to those of you who are still teenagers or in their early twenties, trust me, one day you will maybe understand this post better, or maybe you are even getting it now, but I just want to take this post to acknowledge the fact that A&E chose the proper age for their princess to began her journey as a swan in oppose to a duckling.
Emma of age 18 was thrown into jail, and had a baby she gave away for adaption because she was still immature. She was led by the guy she thought was her “prince charming” right into a jail cell, and pregnant, probably because she was still a child who didn’t know herself enough to realize she needs to put herself first (or to use protection…).
It took her 10 more years to come to the point in which she truly knew who Emma Swan was. To become an adult. To be really able of becoming the hero, the savior, the princess.
She regain her son when she was at the right age to become a mother:
She regain her parents certainly at a very old age, but at the age she could tell them how she really felt
But also forgive them from a mature prospective
She was able to use what she learned about herself during her entire life, to fully fulfill her role as the savior and the princess
And she met her true prince (well, pirate) after she knew exactly what she was looking for, what she needed from him, and what she deserves
Don’t get me wrong, at this age people don’t just stop being a little childish
The young spirit is always there at any age. But I feel like Emma (and all of us at this range of ages) knows just a little more about life itself, and she was taking the role of the mature princess at the age it was truly designed for.
Okay, just saw your "Loving Dad Hades" post and all I can think is that Shiro's not gonna let that go, the whole "everyone hating on Keith's and Hades' relationship" thing. Do you ever think he's just like, "Maybe your godly parents just don't care about you?" (It'd be worse if he thought that was true about himself, too.)
So after that event wherein Hades visited Keith during breakfast, Keith and Shiro went on with their week at camp. They were at the arena for sword fighting lessons which Shiro facilitated. Keith was there for demonstration and his opponent was a child of Ares.
The fight was getting intense until Keith was pinned down to the ground, his opponent’s elbow knocking him out in the face. There was slight scar on his cheek caused by the swiftness of the sword of the child of Ares, pointed at him. Blood started to appear and Shiro immediately went to his side.
“Keith, are you okay?” Shiro looked at the child of Ares and commanded. “You were not supposed to injure your opponent, demigod.”
The child of Ares rolled his eyes, sword still pointed at Keith. “It’s just a slight cut.” He sneered at Keith below him. “What? You’re gonna tell Daddy about it now? Let him take my soul to The Underworld?”
Keith gritted his teeth and spat out the blood that accumulated inside his mouth. He pushed a pressure point to the son of Ares’ neck, leaving him immobile giving him the perfect opportunity to turn their positions around. He took his chance, grab his sword and pointed it at his opponent, grabbing him by the collar.
Keith leaned forward and Shiro could’ve sworn, the younger demigod almost growled. “Just because you have Daddy issues and I don’t, doesn’t meant you get to treat me like shit, you piece of shit.”
The son of Ares’ eyes widened. Keith spat out more blood from his mouth to the side and let go of his opponent, dropping him to the ground with a loud thud. He stood up, wiped his mouth and went past Shiro.
“Keith,” Shiro tried grabbing him by the arm and Keith just swatted his hand away. The son of Hades walked towards the forest, leaving the rest of the campers with their jaws dropped.
Shiro sighed and rubbed his temples. He turned towards the other campers. He needed to stop this once and for all or Keith would be forced to live in the Underworld with Hades—and that wouldn’t be the first. As much as possible, Shiro would like to prevent that. “All of you need to stop the way you’re treating Keith. He’s just like all of us. He’s just—”
“But he’s the Prince of the Underworld! He’s more powerful than all of us because he’s a child of The Big Three!” Came a shout from someone in the arena. “Plus, his godly parent plays favourites. Ours don’t even visit. Most of us don’t even know who our godly parents are!”
“What makes him so special??!!!!!”
“Why can’t our godly parents visit us too?! It’s not fair!”
“Well, maybe because your godly parents just don’t care about you!?” Shiro snapped. He was surprised at what he just blurted out. He couldn’t take it back now.
Snickers were heard. “Easy for you to say. You’re a child of Zeus. The Big Three demigods surely have it all easy, huh? Not only do you guys have much more power than us, you get to have special treatment too! Don’t think you can tell us what to do just because your Father is the god of the gods.”
Shiro looked around and everyone was staring at him. He stepped backward and left, not until he heard someone shout to him…
“Bet Zeus visits you too whenever he feels like it and gives you more weapons to fight off monsters. Typical.”
Shiro shook his head. No. Zeus never visited him. Except that one time when he was a kid. He knew that Zeus was proud of him because his dreams said so. Maybe Zeus actually didn’t care about him enough to materialize in front of him just to say hello unlike Hades. Maybe he was just like everyone else. But he couldn’t bring himself to be jealous of Keith, because Keith deserved all the love he received from Hades and that made Shiro happy whenever the father and son bonded. Probably because if the God of The Underworld could do that with Keith, Shiro was a little bit hopeful that one day Zeus would do that to him too.
He walked further to the forest and saw Keith resting under the cool shade of a tree, eyes closed. He quietly sat beside him and took his hand, rubbing it soothingly and to his surprise, Keith squeezed back his hand.
i don’t know if i’ve ever been in love the same way i don’t know if i’ve ever been happy. there’s a feeling that i call happiness and i can use to say when i’m happy but i’ll never actually know whether it’s your happiness, or a stranger’s happiness.
so, when i fall in love, i’m always worried there’s a feeling i’ll never experience, that somebody else is feeling, that i have to wait for the right person to know that i’m ‘in love’. or, that when i say ‘i love you’ i’m scared of lying. because i don’t know.
breaking news: elderly war hero (pictured here in 1943) is the most bisexual bi to have ever existed and he wants the world to know. his exact words were: lmao I’ve never been straight a day in my life, btw have you met my bf bucky? he’s pretty, right? can you even believe it, can’t keep my hands off him. man we don’t even rest and he sleeps naked lol
Okay, I’m hoping for some big battle against the Court of Owls at the end of the season that everyone gets involved in
And it’ll mean Eddie and Ozzie calling a temporary truce to their personal antagonism in order to survive the onslaught of Court assassins being sent after them (or whatever)
Then, during an ‘eye of the storm’ moment when they are hiding and unsure of their survival, they should take the time for a bit of emotional honesty. Which will be all serious and stuff - Eddie confessing he is glad Oswald survived and he is sorry he tried to kill him and Ozzie was right about them needing each other and stuff. And Ozzie would confess he still loves Ed and all that jazz
But MOST IMPORTANTLY it would include something like -
OSWALD [soft, genuine]: I’m sorry I killed Isabella.