why did i put this in black and white

It’s a bit more complicated than invisibility...

This occurred to me and I feel it’s worth posting since I’ve never seen any talk on this?

The One Ring doesn’t make you invisible. 

Why would it? Seriously, what purpose on Eru’s green earth does that serve? Sauron forging his ring of power in the heart of a volcano, thinking to himself, ah yes, invisibility would be a good trick to build into this thing! No. Cause you know what? Sauron’s ring does not make him invisible. And he certainly did not intend for anyone else to ever have it. So what’s it really doing?

Two words: Dimensional shift

I believe that when mortals put on the ring, they experience a dimensional shift in which they are pulled (stretched, transported) into a higher dimension, the plane on which the true spirit forms of the Ainur (and wraiths) exist. This would effectively render them invisible to those on lower dimensions, but the wearer would be able to view them with altered enhanced perception. Such as the effects we witness as described by those who have worn the ring. Especially well portrayed in the films is the ability to see the souls of others, particularly the ringwraiths (the battle on Weathertop is a good example, as well as even in Battle of the Five Armies when Bilbo is in Dale), black and white shadowy souls clear as day but invisible to the naked eye, as they exist on a different dimensional plane. It’s quite possible to me that the ëalar of the Ainur are in a higher dimension than that of mortal fëar, but that’s beside the point. They’re at least a couple dimensions removed from our reality, and thus invisible until one puts on the ring. 

Now, why would the ring have this power? I think, if I recall correctly, that Tolkien at one point did state that it was not intentional, that it was a byproduct of its making. Again, it does not turn Sauron invisible - it wouldn’t, he already exists on that plane. Mortals are bound to their bodies and so would not be able to perceive that higher dimension, but Ainur are not. I think most plausibly, this effect exists because Sauron infused a piece of his own soul into the one ring. The consequences of this are not well understood (it’s not like it’s a common practice) and we know in other ways, it is so strong in its desire to hearken back to its master, it can even influence the wills - a product of the souls - of those around it. I would not be surprised in the slightest if having a piece of Ainur ëala in an all-powerful object would result in the ability to bend reality to attempt to match the wearer to the properties of the owner. It would bring the wearer closer to Sauron, and allow him to perceive them, thus furthering its purpose to return to the whole from which it is a part. 

Just a theory, obviously, but I find it odd that I’ve never seen anyone question the rather absurd notion of ‘magic evil ring makes you invisible!’ Tolkien set up so many intriguing questions, concepts, and possibilities with underlying scientific principles - or at least, consistent rules - that I am sure this fits into his framework. 

Inexorable (3-FINAL)

Plot: How does is feel to be arranged to be married to a cocky, arrogant Mafia leader? Once you look at his face, you think you’re lucky, but then he opens his mouth.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Mafia au!

Warnings: dom!Jungkook, steamy hot tub sex yes

Notes: Last part, ya’ll. I hope you like it. I changed the gif because tumblr is being a meanie and it’s not letting me put in my own shit. This brings us to the end of this mini-series! I hope you enjoyed it. 3,430 Words

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Originally posted by minyoongislaysme

It was safe to say that there wasn’t as much tension between you and your husband anymore. Everything seemed so much more calm than before. Maybe it was because you guys barely talked; or maybe it was because he locked himself in his office all day, working.

An empty cabin was always nice, but you wanted to talk to him. You actually liked arguing with him; teasing him, and he would tease you back. His touch – it was gentle, even though he was being cocky. You hated to admit it, but you were slowly getting used to him.

Now it seemed like the both of you were more like frenemies rather than complete enemies. There was a sort of understanding, considering you were now aware that you were both forced into this marriage when you would rather stay single, and he would rather marry someone else.

“Princess,” Jungkook called you from behind the black kitchen island, his whiskey glass in his hand as he leaned against the countertop – you had no idea when he started calling you that, but it stuck. “I need some beer and and ice.”

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C: I am so SICK and tired of everyone labeling black women and black girls for having an ‘attitude problem’ when we get upset! I get enough of this from strangers – especially white people – but I can’t stand getting it from my own father. It’s like when I have a VALID reason to be upset and unhappy because of something you did or how you put me in an uncomfortable situation and I tell you about it, or we are vocal about it SUDDENLY there’s a problem! Why are black women expected to be silent and just take abuse? Why aren’t we allowed to defend ourselves without being labeled as being angry or having a bad attitude?! Every ‘bad’ thing I’ve ever done or every time I defend myself from taking abuse is a reflection of how bad my attitude is! I won’t just keep taking abuse and not speak up for myself! Stop telling me to fix my attitude. Stop telling black women and black girls to fix our attitude! Start treating us with some respect! Then *maybe* we won’t have an “attitude” problem!

Invisible, Chapter Eight

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

Invisible Masterlist - Previous Chapter

word count: ~1650

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plushember  asked:

omg where did u get those flipnote-esque brushes ?????? how u do that...

ms paint has a toner function if you go to attributes (CTRL + E) and change the image setting from “colors” to “black & white” !! all the colors in the palette become different levels of toning

for the most recent pic, i did that, shaded in all the values in that i wanted, and then changed the attributes back to color to edit the black tones into pink and green ones (using the right click eraser trick)

keep in mind that if you’re changing an existing image to black and white, any non-white shade on an image will become solid black when you change the attributes to b&w. changing pure black lineart to b&w is fine, but you could accidentally ruin an image that has any other color or shade. this is also why you have put down all the tones you need first, if you plan on adding any color into a toned image. changing back and forth won’t be possible without messing the image up

hope this helps!

Shea Moisture Outrage...

It’s a bit more complicated than meets the eye. So allow me to tell you, in a nice calm way, why some people are outrage in the best way possible… a list with very brief lines. 

1) Ownership

Bain Capital (sounds familiar, doesn’t it?) is a minority owner of Sundial, the owner of Shea Moisture and Nubian Heritage. So, it’s still a Black-owned company. While Bain Capital didn’t acquire the company, you can’t help but wondered if there’s some influence there.

2) Changes in marketing strategy.

When Bain Capital started holding shares, this is when their marketing strategy started to change. First, they were trying to “break free” from the ethnic section of the beauty aisle. Some people were concerned about the brand changing to accommodate a wider audience instead. They didn’t take the time to clear up misconceptions of this.

3) Changes in the formula.

One of the bigger issues that Shea Moisture seem to underplay were possible changes within their products. This may or may not be true. However, smaller blog reports issues with their products and the rumors just took a life of their own.

4) Major brands are starting to diversify and make product lines for Black women, while Shea Moisture started to do the opposite. 

Maybe it’s because of the growing backlash. Maybe it’s because they finally start to notice. Who knows? But the non-Black companies were starting to create lines that can cater to Black women and started using them in their promotions, while Shea Moisture began to include women of lighter tones. So, now, there’s started to become a hint of erasure.

5) The last straw: No darker women featured in the new campaign push.

And now we’re here. The ultimate reason why the “blacklash”. A new campaign that has racial undertones about “hair hate”. Plus, with no darker women in it? Not exactly a good push.

See, this outrage wasn’t created in a vacuum. It was smaller steps that were noticed and it should have been addressed. 

Honestly, there are more people who don’t really mind the White models, or even what the campaign is trying to push. They don’t care if Non-Black people were using the products. What they care about is the perceived message that the company was neglecting the customers who stood by them and helped them out the most; Black women who the product was made for in the first place. 

They were offended by was probably a lot of rumors that the company never took the time to address, what seem to be an erasure of Black women in general and it’s pretty much a smack in the face.

In the age of social media and niche marketing (especially the rise of hair care tutorials and the stars behind it), you think that the company would have a PR rep to talk to people and address concerns, testing out messages before putting up this type of risk. 

Now, they did SOME outreach, but it was in an indirect way and probably not the best way to do things.

So, if you think it’s because of a couple White faces… it’s not. While some people think it’s an overreaction, I understand why that reaction is there. It’s a trust factor, one that can take years to repair. 

There is more to it than this, which I’m sure some people are going to bring up. So, hang tight for those reblogs.

TL;DR - The outrage is mostly about the erasure of Black women, especially of the darker type and the misconception of the original idea behind the ad, not just the inclusion of White models, which is actually a minor point. There were problems with the way they handled advertising and marketing way before it got to this point. 

Updated - 11:21 AM: Typo. I said “ethic” when I meant to say “ethnic”. 

Weird how it’s always bey white ppl wanna point to as a bourgeois enemy of the people class oppressor whatever, without saying a peep about their white faves who pull in more money in a year without putting in half the effort, energy, creativity, let alone talent

What is it about bey that makes her wealth stand out, I wonder? Why does Taylor swift making three times what bey did in 2016 not elicit the same essays about economic exploitation? When are y'all gonna drag madonna’s ancient irrelevant ‘I made my name on the backs of blacks’ ass for the fuckin oil trade? 🤔🤔🤔

Sparks Chapter 15

Originally posted by yunotheidiot

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: Tower Christmas Party ft. all the avengers team members. Bucky gets you for Secret Santa and has trouble deciding what to give you.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 50,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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This is what they saw:

Michael is wearing a white shirt and putting on a black jacket while running….hmmm does this look familiar??

Coincidence? I think not! He also has the grey hair going for him. 

This is the next scene after Michael running

Does the background look familiar? HE’S SETTING JACOB UP!!! (Well technically Jacob did really kill the CIA Director, but Michael just needs to set up the proof!) 



(In conclusion, I am smarter than Jacob Ness.)


made a short skit comic bc im really bored in school and i dont know what to do tbh so haha yeeeee twYLE FANART ATLAST

from Oculus Chapter 7: The Dog by @earily

p.s i actually made this in manga style which is read right to left just to practice for our midterms which is making a manga, although i made this in my style and not shoujo/shounen type of manga which is black and white one. so in case you’re wondering why i put symbols in first page, that’s why.

Fuckboy Not A Gentleman (M)

               Have you ever met someone that made you sick to your stomach whenever you look at them? That’s how I feel about Jung Hoseok. He was what you would call a fuckboy. Always had girls surrounding him and his sex escapades were legendary. I had a class with him and even sat next to him which wasn’t the best thing in the world. He would talk to me during class and would try to flirt with me and it would annoy me. When I would turn to look at him and tell him to shut up, he would bite his lip and say something along the lines of “You know you like when I talk like that.” I wanted to punch him in his smug ass face.

               One Saturday night I was in my room studying for an upcoming final when my roommate ran into my bedroom.

“Cass what the fuck is wrong with you and why do you look like you just ran a mile?” I asked.

“Put that book down and get dressed. My cousin Yoongi is throwing a party at his and Namjoon’s spot tonight and everyone is going to be there.” Cass replied.

“Is Hoseok going to be there?” I asked.

“Probably but don’t let him ruin your fun. Now go get ready!” Cass answered.

I took a shower then slipped on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a white shirt and a black leather jacket. Did my makeup as normal and put my hair in a ponytail. I put on my favorite pair of black boots and followed Cass out of our dorm and we made our way towards Yoongi and Namjoon’s place. I was hoping that I wouldn’t run into Hoseok at the party because I was in no mood to deal with his shit. I was cool with everyone else but Hoseok was another story. When we got to the party the entire place was packed. Yoongi was part of one of the most popular group of people on campus and if you knew them, consider yourself lucky.

“Hey Cass hey (y/n) you guys made it!” Yoongi shouted over the music.

“Yeah I had to drag miss bookworm out of bed to come with me.” Cass teased.

“I’m not a bookworm! I just wanted to study for this final that’s coming up.” I huffed.

“Stop bickering for a second and come say hi to the guys. They were asking about you two.” Yoongi said.

               I rolled my eyes and followed Cass and Yoongi to the other side of the room where the rest of the guys were. When I looked up, I saw the one person that I was hoping that I wouldn’t see at this party.

“Well if it isn’t the sexy (y/n). You look really good tonight.” Hoseok smirked.

“Hoseok I am in no mood to deal with your bullshit. I just came here to hang out and see everyone. So don’t even try to be slick.” I snapped.

“Wow somebody is feisty. Long time no see (y/n).” Jimin smiled.

“Hey Chim Chim. I’ve been super busy with stuff so I haven’t been able to hang out with you guys. Well some of you at least.” I said side eyeing Hoseok.

“Aw don’t be like that (y/n). You know you like me.” Hoseok smiled.

“Like you? Ha I wouldn’t touch you with a 10ft pole.” I said.

“Alright you two enough fighting. Let’s go get a drink girl.” Cass said grabbing my arm.

We walked to the kitchen and grabbed some drinks. I’m usually not a big drinker but I wanted to drink just enough to forget that Hoseok existed.

               An hour passed and I was a few drinks in. I could feel Hoseok’s eyes on me but I could care less. I was too busy having a good time and socializing. We would make eye contact and would flip him off and he would smirk at me and go back to talking to one of the girls that he was surrounded by. I could see why girls liked him so much. He was good looking and was a really good dancer and I would probably sleep with him if he wasn’t such a fuckboy! I got up to use the restroom and to freshen up and saw Hoseok look at me. I gave him a nasty look and walked to the restroom. After I did my business I pulled out my lipstick and did a quick touchup before I headed back out. I opened up the door to leave when I was stopped.

“Going somewhere princess?” Hoseok asked.

“I’m going back to the party now move Hoseok.” I said.

“Well we could have our own party here.” Hoseok grinned closing the door and locking it.

“I’m not doing this Jung Hoseok now unlock this door!” I demanded.

“Aw where’s the fun in that? Come on (y/n) just give me five minutes. I know you want me. I can see it in your eyes.” He said getting closer to me.

“No I don’t want you at all now let me leave damn it.” I yelled.

               Hoseok pinned me against the bathroom sink and put his hands on my waist. He smelled really good but I would never admit that to him. He started to kiss my neck and when he reached the weak spot on my neck, he sucked on it giving me a hickey. I let out a small moan.

“Hoseok stop…” I whispered.

“You sure you don’t want me? You sure you don’t want me to bend you over this sink and fuck you until you are a shaking mess?” He asked taking one of his hands and rubbing the front of my pants.

I looked at him in the eyes and pressed my lips to his. As we made out I undid his pants and stroked him a few times as he undid mine and slipped his hand inside my panties and rubbed my clit and slipped a finger inside.

“You’re so wet princess. I’m going to enjoy fucking the shit out of you.” He whispered.

“Stop talking and just fuck me already.” I hissed.

Hoseok chuckled as he took his hand out of my panties and pulled them down and turned me around and bent me over the sink. He wasted no time and slipped his cock deep inside me.

“Jesus you’re so tight (y/n).” Hoseok grunted.

Hoseok pumped into me at a fast pace and the way he would move his hips as he pumped made the pleasure too much that I couldn’t even look at us in the mirror. He pulled on my ponytail and forced me to look in the mirror.

“You look so pretty while being fucked. I want you to see how pretty you look.” He growled

               I looked up in the mirror and the sight was erotic. He had a look of concentration on his face and was biting his lip. I was getting closer to my orgasm and I just wanted my sweet release.

“Hoseok I’m almost there. Fuck me faster please.” I panted.

“You gonna cum princess? Cum all over my cock baby.” He panted.

I gripped the sink as my body began to shake and let my body take over as I came all over his cock. He pumped a few more times and released inside me. We stayed in that position for a moment before he pulled out and we cleaned up and got dressed. I followed him out of the bathroom and walked back downstairs. When we joined our group of friends they all looked at us as if they knew what was up.

“You guys were gone for a long time. You guys fucked in the bathroom huh?” Cass asked.

I gave her a smirk and glanced over at Hoseok who gave me a wink. Maybe he’s not so bad after all.

This is my first one shot on here so I hope you enjoyed it!-admin kris

“Throw Your Ex Here” - Kian Lawley Imagine

Request: i have MAJOR kian feels ugh it’s killing me!! could you pleasee write a fluff with kian?

A/N: I know I was supposed to make Sammy imagine instead of this one, but I was having Kian feelings too and I just couldn’t help it :’) I hope you don’t mind. Enjoy!


It was around 1 a.m. and I was lying in my bed and scrolling through Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr and basically, all social meadia that I have. 

It was when I was going through my Instagram and saw a very interesting pic. There was a trash can and on the wall above the trash can was standing an inscription ‘THROW YOUR EX HERE’ (the picture above obviously) and it immediately reminded me of Kian. 

Kian is my ex boyfriend who broke up with me, about a year ago and before the break up happened, we had been together for 2 years. We had so much fun and we loved each other so very much. We were in a serious relationship even tho we were never serious, if you know what I mean. We even used to live together, but then I moved out after we were done. 

I honestly never wanted to end our relationship, but he was saying ‘I need some space’, ‘maybe we should take a break’ and other shit like that and I instantly knew that that was it. I was heartbroken because of the break up, but we stayed friends. We talk sometimes, we say hi to each other if we see each other somewhere and stuff like that. 

Since the pic reminded me of him like I said, I decided to tag him in the comments below and after about 2 minutes I got a text from him. 

Kian: would you really put your favorite boyfriend in a trash can, y/n?
I don’t think so.

I chuckled a little on his message before replying back. 

Me: EX boyfriend, honey 

Kian: hmm.. ;) 

Me: what’s that supposed to mean?

Kian: maybe I miss you 

Me: good for you 

Kian: why you so harsh? 

Me: what do you want me to say? 

Kian: well I was hoping ‘I miss you too’ 

Me: you wish

Kian: let’s go for a walk 

Me: what? when? 

Kian: now 

Me: it’s 1:15 a.m., I don’t think so 

Kian: I’ll be in front of your building in 5 min ;) 

Me: Kiannnn! 

Kian: I’m waiting for you, baby 

I groaned getting out of bed. He can’t be serious. Why does he want to go for a walk now? Oh well, I forgot that it’s Kian. He’s being unpredictable as always. 

I put on my black pants, plain white tank top and black cardigan with a pair of black vans on my feet. I did NOT put any makeup on because it’s 1 a.m. and Kian’s seen me without makeup before, so..

I got out of the building and found him standing in front of his car with his hands in his pockets. 

‘Hey’ He said spreading his arms. 

‘Hi, psycho’ I said shortly wrapping my arms around his body as he wrapped his around me pretty tightly. 

‘Why psycho?’ He chuckled as we pulled back from each other. 

‘Because it’s 1:30?’ 

‘I was bored!’ He whined. 


‘He’s asleep and I’d rather go for a walk with you than him.’ He said looking at me as we already started walking. I just rolled my eyes and sighed. 

We were walking down the streets and just talking about some random things for about an hour when Kian suddenly stopped. 

‘What?’ I asked confusedly. He smirked, lifted me up in his arms in bridal style and started running with me in his arms towards the black trash can that looked smiliar to that one on the pic. ‘Kian, stop! We’re gonna fall down!’ 

‘Throw yor ex here!’ He said opening the trash can and I started screaming. 

‘Nooo! Kian, stop!’ I laughed tightly wrapping my arms around his neck as he tried to put me into it. ‘Please, no!’ I buried my head into his neck and then he walked away from it laughing as he sat us down on a bench. ‘You’re so fucking crazy’ I said. 

‘Oh c’mon, do you think I’d ever put you in there?’ He chuckled holding my legs in his lap. 

‘Honestly? I’m not sure.’ I couldn’t help bu laugh at how crazy he is. 

When laughter started to die, he all of a sudden asked  ‘Y/n, why did we break up?’

‘You said you needed space’ I said looking away and playing nervously with my fingers. 

‘That was so fucking stupid.’ He said. ‘That’s the stupidest move we’ve ever done.’ 


‘I miss everything we had, you know? I really do. It doesn’t feel right this way’ 

‘What way?’ 

‘This. Without you in my life because all I found without you was misery.’ He said. ‘And I blame myself because we didn’t fight for each other.’ 

‘Kian, I never even wanted us to break up. It was your decision.’ 

‘I know, fuck, I know.’ He said throwing his head back. ‘I don’t know what was wrong with me. You were all I wanted, all I needed. Fuck, you still are and you’ll always be. But it’s too late now to ask for one more chance isn’t it?’ He asked not looking at me at all. 

I moved myself to sit in his lap and then I made him look at me and when he did, I put my hand on his cheek while being really close to his face. 

‘I don’t know’ I said quietly. ‘Maybe it isn’t’ And then we kissed. Only then I realized how much I really missed him. His lips brought all the memories back. 

I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against his as he pulled me more into him. 

‘I’m just really scared that you’re going to ask again for some ‘space’ after some longer time’ I said honestly. 

‘I once made that mistake, I promise that it will not happen ever again. I promise.’ He said. ‘Do you still love me?’ He asked and I looked up at the sky smiling. ‘Answer me’ He chuckled. ‘Y/n..Answer me!’ He started tickling me and I started screaming.

‘Kian, stop, stop! I do, okay? I do.’  

‘You do what? Say it.’ He said burying his head into my neck and leaving kisses. 

‘I love you’ I said smiling. He pulled back grinning like a child and kissed my lips. ‘I love you, Robert. Always have, always will’

Pink + White | Jeon Jeongguk

Paring: Idol!jeon jeongguk and Artist!Reader

genre: soulmates au and fluff i guess.

word count: 875 words

author’s note: if you think this seems rushed it is lmao. I’ve had this on my drafts for a while now I’ve just been really scared to post it. Sorry if it sucks my english isn’t that good, i’m still learning. :) - j

Originally posted by junghope

You wanted to believe that you were just color blind since birth, you didn’t want to believe in soulmates. You never believed in love in the first place. All you needed in life was your paintbrush, you even contemplated on marrying your paintbrush because of how many hours you spend with it in your hand, continuously stroking pretty lines on your canvas, not knowing what color you’re putting on it.

“Y/N, are you going to eat dinner?” Your roommate Eunjae said quietly as she peeked through the door not wanting to disturb you in the middle of your project.

“Yeah. I will,” You said putting your paintbrush down, you never could see what your art truly looks like because you can only see black and white.

“I still don’t get why you’re an artist you can’t even see the colors,” Eunjae said before shutting your door.

Eunjae has been your roommate for two years now, you considered her as your sister. But, not when she’s complaining about you being an artist. But you did know that Eunjae supported you. You both want the best for each other.

You can’t blame yourself, ever since you were a child you’ve always had a fascination for art. Being an artist isn’t as common, in fact, you were the first artist in your city who couldn’t see the colors. You always blamed the universe for this cursed soulmate bull. You can never understand why the universe decided that you can only see colors when you’ve met your soulmate.

You’ve always thought that it was bullshit.

You stood up from your chair and went to the kitchen. You saw Eunjae sitting down on the floor eating her dinner.

“You do know that we have a dinner table right? I didn’t spend my money on that goddamn table for you to just sit down on the floor.” You glared and opened the fridge.

“Really? I thought it was for decoration,” She said sarcastically as she stood up and went to sit down on the dining table.

You rolled your eyes as you closed the fridge’s door and sat down across from her.

“What’re you working on?” She asked with her mouth full.

“Gross. I don’t know either,” You sighed looking down on your lap to see some paint on the hem of your shirt.

She swallowed. “I know this place near Gangnam. Maybe you can get some inspiration?” She suggested which kinda sounded more like a question.

“Sure, what is it?” You asked looking in her eyes 

She gave you the address. You got dressed and grabbed your coat and your sketchbook.

“I’ll be back in 3 hours,” You said putting your shoes on.

“Stay safe!” Eunjae yelled from the kitchen.

You walked outside of the building and headed straight to the bus stop to take a bus to Gangnam. You took your phone out and started texting Eunjae. 

Hey, can you put my dinner in the fridge?

What dinner?

Omf, don’t tell me you ate it.


Fuck you.


You chuckled before bumping into someone. The smell of vanilla hitting your nose instantly.

Your ass hits the ground. “I’m so sorry,” A voice said, his voice was, smooth? Honey like? It was calming.

You opened your eyes to look at the man. Your eyes widened at the sudden realization, you can finally see colors. Gangnam looked more beautiful than it was 

His eyes also widened in surprise. “Are you perhaps,” He cleared his throat.

“My soulmate?” His voice and those exact words kept echoing in your head, you couldn’t even answer his question. You were too amazed on how beautiful the world truly was, the sky’s light colors really took a toll on you.

You looked at him. “Are you okay?” He asked concern in his eyes.

“I can see colors.” You whispered while looking around amazed, he grabbed your arm softly. Putting you back on your feet.

“I know that I can too.” He giggled his hand never leaving your arm.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” You said smiling up at him, you were never this friendly but he was an exception.

“I’m Jeon Jeongguk,” He said looking down at you, adoration in his eyes.

“The idol?” You asked, shocked

“The one and only,” He laughed and engulfed your small hands into his rough big ones.

You two stay like that for a while, taking in each other’s breathtaking faces. It was truly amazing, you never believed in soulmates nor soulmates. Now, you know why love was such a powerful thing, it can make you see colors and make you feel like this 

His eyes were the first thing you noticed about him. His doe-like eyes, filled with adoration could melt you right there and right now.

“It’s you,” He whispered slowly and smiled, he cupped your face.

“It’s me,” You said giggling. You looked down embarrassed. You never knew you were a softy, not until you met Jeongguk.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a while,” He laughed and kissed your forehead and pulled you against his chest.

You saw a flash of pink and white when you closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I just saw the Wonder Woman film for the second time and even though this is a very good movie something bothered me each time. My concern refers to the degree of Diana's naivety. She doesn't know what is a watch, an ice cream and snow. Ok, that's cute. But her approach of the war, of the human nature and Ares... I mean, I know this is an initiation story but she is really young and ingenuous, especially next to the male characters, which is definitely sexist. (1/2)

I’m a WonderTrev fan for a long time now and I don’t like see Steve more experienced than Diana. He is impeccable (thanks, Chris Pine!) but they made her too innocent compared to him in my opinion. And what is really sad is that now we’ll never see the mature Diana in interaction with her warrior puppy… What do you think about it? (2/2)

Hi, thanks for the question! I’m actually glad you brought this up because my answer is kind of personal. Also, ⚡️SPOILERS! WONDER WOMAN MOVIE SPOILERS! SCROLL PAST THIS QUICKLY IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE MOVIE!⚡️Diana’s arc in this movie reminds me of my mom’s story. My mom wasn’t raised on Paradise Island, but by two people who were children when the Partition happened. As a result my grandparents were terrified to let their own kids out of their sight. My mom, who is whip-smart and intuitive and lively, was kind of a handful for her parents (Li’l Diana basically). When she would ask them big scary questions (#AndtheGodkiller?), her parents would tell her that it was complicated and that she would understand someday (#Hippolyta). It was with this boundless potential and curiosity and black-and-white worldview (the complexity of which was never fostered) that my mom came to America when she married my dad (#Diana). My dad, older and wiser and weary (#Steve-ish), would also answer her questions also with a simple, “It’s more complicated than that,” leaving my mom to basically figure things out on her own. She did and now she’s Wonder Woman, but it took time.

Back to the movie: to be honest, I didn’t find Diana’s naivety sexist. Yes, she was ingenuous compared to Steve and the Oddfellows, but she was even more out of her element on Themyscira. Hippolyta and the other Amazons always kept things hushed around her (and it came from a genuine place of love), so how could Diana possibly know that Ares’ plan and humankind were a lot more complex than what she thought? And when she came to Man’s World, Steve didn’t elucidate further (again, his inaction came from a place of concern and compassion too). If the people Diana trusted the most didn’t trust her enough to nurture her intellectual growth, then where can she possibly turn? She’s naive because, despite her vehement protests, she was sheltered. It’s a testament to how inherently resilient and driven and curious she is that she learned as much as she did. Homegirl grew up on an island with *no men* but read Clio’s treatises including the volume on heterosexuality. Per the novelization, she had read about snow and quickly put two and two together when she saw it for the first time. She is so so so smart! Yes, her world view was black-and-white, but we actively see the maturation of her thought process and the shifting of her paradigm when she’s on that battlefield with Ares. 

[I saw the movie again recently too, and it occurred to me that this is why No Man’s Land is the most resonant scene in the movie for women: Women are constantly “protected” and “shielded” from “reality” (for whatever patriarchal reason, take your pick on a spectrum from nice to mean), but reality sees no gender and hits everyone just the same. To watch Diana forge her own path with absolutely no guidance from others… it hit me right in the gut, hard. It’s what my mom did. It’s what we as women do, to varying degrees depending on our sociocultural contexts.]

So yes, movie!WW wasn’t as wordly and wise as Marston!WW; conversely she wasn’t as deer-in-the-headlights as Perez!WW. As sheltered as she was, she was still trailblazer whose confidence and sense of purpose carried her through. Honestly I felt so proud of this version for how she handled herself when she left Themyscira. Thanks again for the question!

  • Teacher: ok class write an about 2,700 word essay about why there needs to be stricter writing rules taught in English classes
  • Me: Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I'm also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I'm in the seventh year (I'm seventeen). I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
reason #156 why i hate arrow

okay, so ever since this post took off, people have misunderstood my righteous anger about arrow, their treatment of the black canary and how they are trying to convince me that whoever is under that hood is somehow oliver queen?? do they think i’m stupid? no i’m not, that’s not our ollie and everyone knows that.

i chose to make a separate post for this, because the primary post went so many different directions, and i don’t want to call out one single person, because like i said, they misunderstood my intentions and because dAMN AM I SALTY

so okay, first of all; no, this is not about lauliver. i’m a green canary shipper down to the core of me, but i literally couldn’t care less about lauliver. because everyone knows that every and all incarnations of dinah laurel lance deserves someone 10000000x better than arrow!oliver, and especially arrow!laurel. arrow!oliver deserves to burn in a trash pit, but we’ll get back to that later.

no, my anger comes from their mistreatment of the black canary as a myth and all her various incarnations in and of herselves. ?? why they had to do that, this is making no sense, but sTAY WITH ME HERE.

i started watching arrow because i’ve been a black canary fan since i was yay high. imagine me gesturing for something being about three feet tall. black canary is my all time favorite super hero across all genres, mediums, timelines, publications and what have you. she’s just my fave, okay?

and i knew that they couldn’t do a green arrow show without the black canary. there is no green arrow without the black canary.

so i sat down to watch the first episode, excitement up to my teeth, and i was just so prepared. i was about to see my childhood hero for the first time in a live action tv show. i didn’t watch smallville, okay?

and i knew from the first moment i laid eyes on katie cassidy as laurel lance that she was going to be the black canary. i just knew it in my bones. like, it was just meant to be.

and i played along for a really long time. like i kind of understood what they were trying to do, fitting the green arrow mythos into a modern and more “realistic” setting. also, having arrow as the first hero in the universe meant that they had to go about bringing in the other characters and their origin stories in new ways. and i had an understanding for that.

i really, really had.

but there just comes a point where you go “screw it, you done fucked up”.

and i don’t remember when i precisely reached that point, but let’s just put it that i did, okay?

because the arrow crew did not do the black canary justice.

first of all, like i said; i don’t understand why they had to split her into two?? don’t even get me started on whoever that new dinah drake is, i can’t be bothered. and i haven’t gotten the time to get around to watch legends of tomorrow, so i don’t know if the white canary is making any sense, but the black canary is just a??????? like, i love both sara and laurel, they’re both my darlings, but it’s just??????????? what??????????????????

and in the end it doesn’t even matter, because either way, they both end up dead??

what the actual hecking fuck????????

but okay, discarding that, rolling with whatever crack the writers were on, you introduce sara as the seasoned black canary to match the green arrow, which is fine and all, until you kill her and pass the mantle along to laurel, which, okay, i’m still rolling, i’m still somewhat with you for some goddamn reason. 

but then you turn around and repeatedly beat laurel down with an iron pole. like, literally too.

and this was probably, in retrospect, where i lost my shit.

that is not what the legendary black canary deserves.

you could have gone about this so many different ways and i’m screaming just thinking about it. let oliver train her!! send her away to some faraway land to have her trained by some weird mystical powers!!! let her have a steadily climbing learning curve, the way any normal fucking person would!!!!!!!!


i’m just, i’m just. oh my god. aaaaaaaargh. i’m so ready to punch a dude.

okay. okay, i had to take a break here, but i’m back now, and i think i’m okay. i think.

so. arrow did the black canary wrong. agree or don’t, i don’t really give a fuck. this is my darling, and this is my opinion.

but arrow also completely missed the entire point of green arrow and black canary’s relationship. like, they couldn’t even have gone more wrong even if they had tried.

and that’s what my original post is pointing out. that the black canary and green arrow’s relationship is a partnership. they’re each other’s equals and they treat each other as such. and even if there are power dynamics to play around with in their relationship, of who’s the better combat fighter, who’s the more experienced vigilante, or whatever, they still treat each other as equals. they see each other as equals.

and this is not inherent just to the comics. this is the black canary and green arrow’s relationship throughout all other media. it’s arrow the tv show that screwed it up. all on their own. i don’t know where they got the idea from, but they did.

they decided to screw over one of the most awesome superhero couples in all of history.

and hell, i don’t even care about the romance. they’re just a great duo for kicking bad guys asses. and they respect each other while doing it.

but arrow decided to give oliver every single little chance to belittle and ridicule laurel. and yes, maybe it makes logical sense for him to do it, but that’s because the writers wrote their scripts to make that possible. it’s the writers that decided to belittle and beat down laurel lance every chance they got. they chose to write the black canary off as inconsequential and insignificant.

and as a lifelong fan of hers, that is inexcusable to me. i cannot stand for that.

i refuse to stand for that.

i refuse to stand and witness as a influential multimillion tv show turn my favorite super hero, and a female one at that, into a laughing stock and a ladder for their male titular character’s superiority complex.

because whoever they are trying to sell the green arrow as, is not our, my, oliver queen.

oliver queen is a compassionate, dorky and brave man who is trying his best and worships the ground dinah lance walks on.

arrow!oliver is a flaming dumpster fire who deserves to burn.

so yes. i’m angry. and i proudly declare that i hate arrow.

can you blame me?

-knuckles crack- alright my dear, dear viewers. It’s time I put on my favourite hat. I do not often put on this hat, but I fear I must. It’s my “I’m Going To Defend Classic Who and Start Discourse Hat”

There’s a post going around about how the director of World Enough in Time made the Mondasian Cybermen scary because the whole fandom was laughing at them. 

I beg your pardon?

I love Rachel as a director, I really do, but…she made the Mondasian cybermen scary? Do you all really prefer the Iron Man clones that we’ve been dealing with for about eleven years?

I am assuming none of the people making this claim have seen the Tenth Planet because, really.

That doesn’t frighten you? Can you see it’s eyes? How about a quick zoom in.

Laughing now?

I am an adult now, I watched the Tenth Planet when I was barely a teen and these things. Still scare the ever living crap out of me.

The eyes. You can see the eyes.

It’s beyond the eerie visual, it’s the fact that these cybermen are people: people that slowly but surely altered different parts of their body to survive to the point where even their feelings were deemed unnecessary, and decide that the race of their planets twin, the human race, must join them. That’s why they have human hands, cloth masks, patchwork bodies and sing-song synthesizer twisted vocal cords.

They were always. Scary. This is not a new concept dreamed up by dearest Moff. 

Spare Parts did this “GENESIS” of the cybermen better. And first.

But this isn’t new, this whole parade for New Who and complete disregard for Classic Who.


I am a twenty year old, from No-Where, America in the North East. And yet here I am, I have seen every episode of Old Who, I run multiple classic who blogs, I mean look at me, my favourite Doctor is Hartnell….if that wasn’t obvious enough. 

And guess who was my first doctor? It’s Nine. So yeah, I started with New Who, and Peter Capaldi is one of my favourite Doctors. 

But this is getting ridiculous amounts of annoying and stupid. And it’s not just the fans, it’s the writers too. 

For example, the “jab” at the male companion being comic relief and the female as exposition as genders? As a non-binary don’t get me started on that…

Comic Relief? Oh Yeah, I was just dying in laughter over the Brigadier and Ben Jackson. Exposition? Because that’s all that Barbara Wright and Ace McShane did? Spout out exposition dialogue and nothing else?

I am sorry, but that is ignorant. 

Ya’ll hate when someone puts Rose or Amy or Martha in some sort of box and yet you’re so wiling to marginalize and stereotype Classic Who companions? Why? Cause it’s old? Because it’s in black and white?

The fandom just…writes off classic who. Completely. And it writes off anyone who likes it as well. Is Classic for everyone? Of course not. Hell, New Who isn’t for everyone either, but why does that give the fandom the right to completely dismiss over FORTY YEARS of history?! 

Why does the SHOW have the right to forget where it comes from? *COUGH* Day of the Doctor *COUGH*

You are missing out on beautifully written stories: creativeness the likes never seen in it’s time. The staples of Doctor Who come from Classic, whether you like it or not: The Master, Regeneration, Sonic Screwdriver, ect. ect. 

You are missing out on beautifully designed monsters and sets, some that have held up fantastically….others not so much. You’re missing amazing camp and stunning drama, 10/10 acting from classic hollywood to over the top Nic Cage.

The Mondasian Cybermen were already scary, they were made scary back in 1966 in the Tenth Planet.

I am sick and tired of New Who getting credit for what Classic Who already did, and did so well, it became iconic.


CyberBuddy says for you to FRiiIiIIiICk OoooooooooFFff

anonymous asked:

2.... why did you put that all the women in Fun Home, Little Women and Sound of Music have to be white?

You’ll notice that are the ones I put more hesitantly. Just like with Gary Coleman in Avenue Q, even though race is never mentioned there, it’s important that the actor/actress is black because Gary Coleman is a real person. That how I felt with Fun Home (and Sound of Music but a lot of people don’t know its a true story apparently). 

With Sound of Music, It’s also historical. Thats why they are “White?” instead of “White.” Like they’re actively engaged with Nazi’s. If they had been obviously of color, then most of the plot wouldn’t really make sense. That being said, when I was in it, I was a Jew playing a Nazi Sympathizer, a Jew was Rolf and we had a black Nazi. It got a lot of comments and was for sure odd and uncomfortable, especially for the black nazi. It just doesn’t make any sense. 

I actually just took “White?” off from the roles in Little Women because I realized the issue I thought made it so they have to be white isn’t very big in the musical like I had previously thought.

               - Part I

Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 2 045
summary : Kai and Reader meet in NYC during the summer vacation. He falls in love with her but never tells her , and he is even more surprised at the end when he figures out who she really is.
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The beginning of June …

Kai never imagined how good life can be. After he got his freedom , making a deal with Bonnie to siphon away the spell he put on her and Elena linking them together , he had spent the past 20 somewhat years travelling the world and experiencing the good life. He had the chance now and wasn’t planning on wasting it. Every year he lived in a different city , experiencing life to the fullest. This year he had decided to live in New York City and it was there where he met her.

She was walking down the street , coffee to go from Starbucks in one hand and her phone in the other , not looking where she was going. Kai had been distracted himself with his phone in his hands as well. Its been years and he still loved social media as much as when he had first discovered it after getting out of 1994.

“OH God , I am so sorry.” the girl apologised for bumping into him.
Kai looked up from his phone meeting the girls eyes ready to scold her for not watching where she was going but instead he froze on the spot. She smiled nervously at him , pushing away a strand of hair from her face , only moments later realising she had spilled her coffee on her clothes. She was wearing black ripped in the knees skinny jeans , a white top with print (now covered with coffee stain) and a black / white plaid shirt. “Ugh … Now I have to go get a new one.” she muttered under her breath.
“Why are you apologising ? It wasn’t your fault , not completely anyways.” Kai said smiling at her. He couldn’t put his finger on ‘why’ he liked her instantly but he did. There was something different about her. Kai took off his jacket giving it to her to cover up. “Here , take my jacket. It works with your outfit anyways…”
“Thanks” she said awkwardly. “I’m Y/N by the way.”
“Kai.” he said. “You know I live near by , sort of , you can come and change there , I am sure there will be at least one thing in my closet you can borrow…”
Y/N shifted nervously on her feet shaking her head. “I shouldn’t … “
“I promise I am not some psycho or anything ..” he said finishing his sentence in his mind ‘not any more at least.
Y/N nodded. “Oh-kay. Thanks.”
They walked mostly in silence towards his apartment, navigating through small streets avoiding the large boulevards.
“Are you from New York ?” she asked. “You seem to know this town very well. To me it just seems like a giant maze or something. It’s so easy to get lost here.”
Kai walked quietly for a moment , feeling nervous all of the sudden. He had met many people during the past 2 decades but none of them were like her , he could just feel it. He never liked anyone and if anyone ever tried to stand in his way , that someone usually ended up a meal.
“Um , no. Its a recent thing. I spend a lot of time travelling.”
“Are you an actor or something ? You sure have the looks for it … and you look strangely familiar.” she trailed off.
Kai glanced at her ,knowing for sure he’d recognise her if they had met before. Her long brown hair in waves and her big blue eyes just like all her features were unforgettable. They reached his apartment building and walked in , climbing to the 5th floor.
“I don’t think so , no.” said Kai unlocking his apartment door , letting her walk inside first. “I’ll be right back. Any shirt colour preferences ? Girls usually have those about everything - clothes , shoes , ice cream , phone covers ….”
Y/N laughed. “I am not like that. Whatever works for you , really.”
Kai disappeared into his bedroom for a few minutes before coming back with a couple of  t’-shirts in his hands. He gave them to her , pointing to his bedroom if she wanted to change in there. Y/N took the shirts and went inside , quickly pulling her top off before putting on one of the white shirts on. It was a little bigger for her but somehow worked , the soft material gently brushing on her skin.
Y/N walked out with her stained top / plaid shirt in her hand , fixing her hair as she walked with the other.
“Thank you … Kai , was it ? Its really nice of you to do all this but … I dont want to impose or bother you in any way.” she laughed nervously.
“You are not bothering me in any way. Do you want some coffee or a bagel or coffee and a bagel ?”
Kai got up quickly from the couch taking the clothes from her hands and heading for the laundry machine. He didn’t want her to leave , all he wanted was to spend a little more time with her. He couldn’t understand why , but he liked her instantly.
Y/N smiled shaking her head. “I must be dreaming or something. No one is that nice.” she muttered to herself.
Kai smiled to himself. If she only knew …
“So what brings you to the big apple ? Job ? Family ? …. Boyfriend ?” he asked curious while pouring a cup of coffee for her , hoping it wasn’t the last option.
“None of the above. It’s the summer vacation before my senior year in high school. Thanks.” she said taking the cup from Kai. “I just had to get away from my hometown. My parents were driving me nuts…asking questions ‘where are you going next year ; you cant put off the decision anymore’ and I just bailed without telling them.” she laughed nervously. “I was actually texting my dad when we bumped into each other … he was furious.”
Kai suppressed a smile.” OH I know a thing or two about dads being furious…. Sure he’ll forgive you. Mine never did , then again I did something worse than running away…“
Y/N looked at him curious wondering what could Kai have done that had been so bad. He seemed beyond nice to her. Not many people would welcome a stranger into their home. Part of her wondered if she should’ve said ‘no’ to his offer instead but inexplicably she felt a connection to him , like they know each other from somewhere.
They spent the rest of the day together talking. Later on Kai drove her back to her hotel , exchanging numbers and agreeing to meet for coffee the next day. He was charming , funny and his smile was enough to get her to fall for him. Being around him was as easy as breathing and Y/N liked him pretty much instantly. She wanted to get to know him more.

Kai and Y/N spent most of the summer together. He even invited her to stay over at his apartment instead of spending money on a hotel , insisting she takes the bedroom after she had agreed to stay at his place. But the summer went by too fast… and Y/N had to leave to go back and finish her senior year.
They spent their last day together in NYC at Central Park , walking around and talking. He watched her feed the ducks , chased her around the park , took pictures together. Kai even used his magic when she wasn’t looking making sure every detail of the day was perfect.
“Where are you going ?” he asked , dropping her off at the bus station. In all their time together , the subject had never come up. They mostly talked , went for walks or bike rides or to the movies. Kai hadn’t even realised when he had fallen in love with her. Was it the time she crashed her bike and had a nasty fall resulting in a concussion or was it the time she had a nightmare and sneaked onto the couch with him into the middle of the night? He didn’t know , all he knew is for the first time ever he felt strong something for someone.
“Virginia. A dusty old town called Mystic Falls.” she said. Kai froze on the spot. Of all places it had to be Mystic Falls. “My dad’s going to pick me up , don’t look so worried. Its a small town , nothing bad ever happens there. And ..  you can come visit me any time. In fact …” she said snatching his phone from his pocket.“That’s my address…OH and if my dad answers the door - do not tell him we lived together this summer. He is so annoyingly over protective , sometimes I just wish he never … Hey , are you OK ? You look all pale all of the sudden.”
Kai was starring at the address Y/N had typed on his phone. He knew that address. It was the address of the Salvatore Boarding House which meant he knew who her parents were. How hadn’t it hit him earlier. She looked so much like her mother - her hair , her slim physique , except for the eyes - she had her father’s eyes.
“Sorry , low blood sugar I guess… “ he said awkwardly , putting his phone back in her pocket before pulling her in for a hug.  Kai didn’t want to let go off her , knowing he’d probably never see her again. His heart broke at the thought and he felt his eyes water. “I’ll miss you Y/N. More than you can imagine… and I’ll never forget you or any moment we spent together. I’ll always remember you…”
Y/N pulled away more confused than ever.
“You are talking as if we’ll never see each other again. Its scaring me…  We will meet again.” she wiped a tear from his cheek. Kai never cried , he hated tears … she knew that much. Something must’ve gone wrong but she had no time to ask him about it then and there. The bus driver called out all passangers for Virginia and she had to go.
“One more for the road?”  Y/N said waving her phone in the air.
“Sure.” Kai said leaning in for their last selfie together. “You will send it to me right ? As a keepsake …”
“Of course , just like I always do.”
The bus driver called out again and Y/N gave him a kiss on the cheek and one last awkward hug before picking up her suitcase and heading towards the bus.
“I’ll miss you more than words.” she said turning to take one last look at Kai.
“I’ll miss you more.” he said smiling before wiping another tear from his cheek.
Kai watched her get on the bus , waiting for the moment the vehicle disappeared from view before heading home , wishing he could change his past and be with her. There was no way her parents would agree for him to even look at her let alone let them be together. His phone buzzed and Kai quickly pulled it out of his pocket , taking a look at the screen - just as Y/N had promised , their last picture together was attached to her email along with a message.“See you soon , Malachai.” followed by a winky emoji.It took him a moment to realise he had never told her his full name. Kai turned around glancing at the bus in the distance with a mix of surprise and confusion on his face.
“What … How .. ?!”
Kai wanted .. no he needed to know , but he knew this conversation he’d have to have in person. He went back to his apartment quickly packing his things before going on the road again. This time … to Mystic Falls , after the girl who awoke something in him he never knew was there… After the girl he inexplicably and irrevocably fell in love with.

MASTERLIST March / April 2017