Y'all need to know about this dream I had lol,
So i guess I was kinda like a cameraman? Idk but no one was interacting with me. Anyway, so iris had gone and made this plan to catch some bad guy that took Diply’s powers (that’s his name right? I haven’t watched a full episode of the new season. I’m talking about the dude that has stretchy powers now) and she was all like “yeah it’s a for sure safe plan!”
SHE BLEW IT.
She landed Barry in the ER with Caitlin trying to save his ass and then iris snapped at Caitlin BC Barry started convulsing and then Cisco lost it and told her to shut up and that it was her fault that he got hurt BC she didn’t listen to the people that have more experience training ‘the flash’.
Iris got pissed and left and then time skipped and suddenly everyone was at this parking lot type thing and I distinctly remember everyone kept it a secret from Iris so she wouldn’t ruin it but tHEN SHE ACTUALLY SHOWED UP IN TEARS AND FURIOUS. SHE TRIED TO PICK A FIGHT WITH BARRY WHO WAS DRESSED AS THE FLASH GETTING READY TO SHOW DOWN AGAINST A BIG BAD.
Anyway so Cisco was there as Vibe and Caitlin was there as Frost, and y'all know Frost doesn’t fuck around so she literally threw an icicle near iris’ head and told her to shut up and to stop acting like she’s part of team flash, that her contributions have never been based off of facts or science or engineering, it was all based off of luck or help from her daddy.
Iris got pissed and told Barry to defend her but all he said was “you need to leave. We’re done”
u know what’s wrong with tumblr now?? too many kids who weren’t here for glee. y'all have no idea. none of u understand the suffering we went through. the hell. the endless war. u come in here and u try to start The Discourse but u dont get that we already made these mistakes. we already had the discourse and its done now. its over. its all over and u should let it stay dead but u wont and that’s why we all hate u
here’s an idea: since there’s like actual kids playing games on the switch, don’t name yourself stuff like AnalSex? i literally just played a round of sploon2 with someone who had this name. i don’t know if there’s currently any other games on the switch that show your name, but please for the sake of the actual literal 9 year olds playing splatoon 2 on their switch don’t name yourself stuff like this. it’s not funny and it’s not cool. please be respectful of the community and the people in it
I convinced my friend to go see IT on this fine Halloween and this was her post-movie car ride reactions:
It was only 5 minutes in, but a small perfect child had already died and I wanted to as well
It’s crazy how those effects made the clown’s eyes go in 2 directions…WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT WAS THE ACTOR WHAT THE FU CK IN G W H AT
Why don’t they all just use guns? No I don’t CARE they’re children, give them guns!! Give them more guns!!
Don’t give that Richie one a gun though. He’d accidentally shoot everyone and then himself
Where are these children’s PARENTS your children are PLAYING with a CLOWN
Who let these kids say fuck. They’re all 4 years old. Why didn’t Georgie get to say fuck? I feel like Georgie had plenty of reason to say fuck.
Stan looked like he was ready to die in literally every scene…why are you screaming, what did I say wrong
okay but?? Sorry, if my friend gets stolen by the clown, she’s the clown’s now. I ain’t going into no sewers. You fucked up, not my fault
Why didn’t they just send Mike and Bev into the sewers? They’re the only ones who get shit done. They’re my favorites.
Wait I’m confused about something…is Eddie gay? Because…I think someone should tell Eddie he’s gay
I don’t care about your dumb love triangle. The only love triangle I want is Mike Hanlon, love, and appreciation
Henry Bowers literally killed his dad and no one can call the police because he WAS THE POLICE. Does that make Henry the new police? I don’t want Henry to be the new police. Oh wait HE’S DEAD. Mike is the new police. I’m okay with that.
Why was Ben afraid of eggs. Stop laughing. Dude, I said stop laughing I don’t understand, why was he afraid of eggs? I said STOP LAUGHING
-A woman came through my lane clutching a thick paperback covered by what appeared to be a glistening, shirtless angel, entirely wrapped in chains. The woman’s stare told me two things: she was prepared to physically fight me were I to say anything, and this was not the first time she had mistakenly thought a store had a self-checkout until it was too late.
-A man insisted to me that I had rang him up earlier in the day and he simply did not have his receipt anymore, but, as I had been here under half an hour and had a total of five guests thus far, I could safely say that I had not. He apologized, realizing that he had mistaken me for my manager, and commenting, “All y'all white people look the same to me.” While I am inclined to agree with him on this, I do wonder what he sees in the mirror. This man was whiter than me, not an easy feat.
-An older woman, well into her eighties, made a comment to me that I will never forget. “As they say, I’m a little ‘dragon-aged’ today.” Later, a mother told her daughter to “Scooby up.” I do not know who has ever said these phrases, when, or in what context, but I deeply want this era of slang to stay.
-In a joyful mood brought on by an oncoming visit from my girlfriend, I decided to bring back a guest favorite: a “TAKE ONE” sticker display. This was an unequivocal success, pleasing children by the score. Their enthusiasm could only be matched by a group of guests who, while octogenarian in body, were clearly timeless in soul.
-Much to their mother’s dismay, a sweet yet energetic child insisted upon getting a frappuccino. The mother’s eyes were filled with an existential terror, the likes of which I rarely see without a five-digit number appearing on my register’s screen.
-A mother came through, young son in tow; the boy, in turn, towed along a replica of Thor’s hammer. I felt comforted to have a hero in my store, but this relief was not long to last. Upon the boy being denied gum, Mjolnir was brought down in a mighty thwack upon his mother’s shin. His mother promptly revoked his hammer privileges and summarily squashed what could have been the second-most upsetting turn of a superhero in 2017.
-I passed a girl her parents’ purchase over the counter. She graciously accepted the bag with both hands, smiled at me, turned in her seat, and power-dunked the whole thing into the back of the cart. This was a truly baller move and earned her my utmost respect.
-A woman commented to me on how fun her allergies are. Her young daughter asked if she was joking again. The mother told her that she had been, and explained to me that she had already figured out how sarcasm worked. I remarked that this should be a fun development int he coming years. She remarked that it would be, and so would boarding school in Switzerland. Based on the overall lack of response, I think that this woman is safe. Her daughter has not fully uncovered the depths of sarcasm yet.
-A man began to walk away without his bags. I called after, reminding him not to leave them behind. He thanked me for the reminder and continued to exit the store without them.
a/n: I hope you enjoy this itty bitty 10 page writing that I’ve been working on for a few days now ! 😉 ALSO @whitechocolateperfection wanted some angst so I wrote some angst and I hope y’all enjoy and I’d love to know your thoughts!!!
You picked your head up from rummaging in your bag and smiled at Ethan, your cooking class instructor, “My husband might be back in town, but I’ll see,”
Ethan nodded his head steadily. After a while of looking at each other, you diverted your gaze down towards the wooden table. You saw his tapping fingers slowly make their way towards your hand that was rested on the table.
Quickly, you moved your hand, and placed your engagement and wedding ring back on your left hand. You did’t like cooking with your rings on in fear that they could fall down the drain if you were washing your hands, “Uh, Thanks for the lesson, I’ll see you later.”
You heard an audible sigh escape his lips, “See you next week, Mrs. Mendes.”
As fast as you could, you scurried out the door and saw your friend, Jessie, waiting for you outside. She saw your flustered expression and smirked, “Looks like the teacher has a crush on the student.”
You rolled your eyes, “Married,” You held up your left hand and showed off the rings that you proudly wore every day out of love to your husband. Jessie let out a small laugh as the two of you walked down the streets of Toronto.
Since Shawn had left for tour about three months ago, Jessie stepped up her best friend role by keeping you occupied whenever Shawn was away. Out of the three months he’d been touring, Shawn had been home for three days. So it got lonely with it just being you, especially since this was the first time Shawn was away for a substantial amount of time since you had been married.
So to fill up all the empty time, Jessie suggested that the two of you take cooking lessons at a place in down town Toronto. You thought it was a wonderful idea, seeing as you couldn’t even cook pasta correctly, and Shawn got a kick out of the idea of you being in a kitchen setting.
A little bell dinged over your head when you opened the door to a coffee shop that was a block down from where you and Jessie took your kitchen lessons. The two of you stood in line to order your drinks in silence. Once it was your turn to order, you asked for an iced latte, even though it was February and snow was on the ground. The cashier gave you a ticket number to place on the table so the water could find you when your drink was ready. After Jessie ordered her decaf coffee, the two of you found a seat by the window.
“Ethan knows you’re married, right?”
You nodded your head as you crossed your right leg over your left, “Called me Mrs. Mendes as I left today after he tried to make a move.”
Jessie cringed, “Like I can see the appeal to having a little crush on someone who’s married––they’re unattainable in a sense––but dude,” Jessie paused her words when a server brought your drinks over to the table, “Keep it to yourself and don’t be a home wrecker.”
You took a sip of your cold drink and stifled a laugh, “I honestly think he doesn’t care, and it kinda freaks me out?” Your statement came out as more of a question, “Like when he was trying to show me the correct way to cut whatever it was and he came around from behind—almost like the boy trying to teach the girl how to swing a golf club?” Jessie nodded, understanding your analogy, “I just feel weird.”
“Do you want to get a different teacher?” Jessie asked in all seriousness.
You shook your head, “I’m sure it’ll calm down.”
It was a Tuesday night, and instead of it being spent in your bed reading a good book, you were pacing your room on the phone with your husband. You understood that the life he led was full of uncertainty and things popping up last minute, and even after years of dealing with it, the feeling of being let down grew more and more familiar.
“Andrew won’t let you do it earlier?” You brought your left hand to hold onto your right arm as you paced around the bedroom.
You heard Shawn sigh on the other end, “I already asked,”
Shawn was currently in Cape Town, South Africa, so while you were just ending your day, he was just beginning his. He was supposed to come home Thursday for five days and then get back on the road. But now it seemed as though the plans had changed. Shawn was to be in Cape Town for an extra two days, if you included a day and a half for traveling, and he would essentially only be home for three days.
“Should you even bother coming home?” You questioned him as you went over to the bay area window of your apartment that gave you a perfect view of down town, “I know you don’t do well with traveling, and I don’t want to disrupt your tour schedule––“
“Y/n,” Shawn spoke assertively into the phone, “You’re my wife, of course I still want to come home.”
“I don’t want you to work yourself too hard––“
“You’re sounding like you don’t want me to come home,” Shawn spoke hesitantly into the phone, “Is something going on?”
Your eyes widened and you felt the nerves in your stomach kick in full gear. You weren’t hiding anything from him, but your mind drifted over to Ethan and how odd he’d been acting lately. Of course you had no further interaction with him other than him teaching you how to cook, but you didn’t want Shawn to find out that the chef had been flirting with you.
“Of course I want you home,” You looked down at your left hand and smiled down at the two rings on your finger, “I miss you.”
“I miss you too,” Shawn instantly replied back. It was silent for a moment until you heard another voice on Shawn’s end, “Are you sure I don’t need to worry about anything?”
You shook your head, “You don’t have to worry about me.”
“I’m your husband,” Shawn let out a small laugh, “It’s my job.” You let out a small laugh as well, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the not so subtle advances Ethan has tried on you. But after a moment of silence, Shawn spoke up, “I have to go, but text me throughout the day? I’m not sure when I’ll be able to pick up the phone and actually talk.”
“Yeah,” You answered him dismally, “I can do that,”
“I love you.” Shawn spoke into the phone.
With a stinging feeling pricking behind your eyes, you let out a breathy laugh to cover up your heavy heart of not being able to see your husband as soon as you thought, “I love you too,”
You hung up the phone and let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Of course supporting Shawn was something you would do no matter what, but with him constantly being away, it was beginning to take a toll on you. You thought that it would be better once you got married, but that wasn’t the case.
Then a thought that you never once crossed your mind in all of the years you and Shawn had been together; what would it be like to be with someone, to have dated or be married to, that wasn’t him? To have someone who wasn’t constantly traveling the world and spent more time on a tour bus than with his wife?
Trouble in Canada?
Newlyweds Shawn and Y/n Mendes are no stranger to the media, especially when it comes with rumors circulating their marriage. Just a few months’ shy of their first wedding anniversary, the couple has been caught in the middle of a few fiascos.
If we’re being quite honest with ourselves, keeping up with the Kardashians is easier than these two.
Currently, Mr. Mendes is on his world tour, about to start the European leg. Earlier in the week, Shawn was supposed to be traveling home to spend a short break with the Misses before the European part of his tour officially kicked off. But according to a source close to Mr. Mendes, he had to stay in Cape Town, South Africa for a few more days.
“He tried everything he could to get out of staying,” The source tells, “He misses Y/n dearly, and even with the amount of times they call each other of FaceTime in a day, it’s not the same as talking to each other face to face.”
But as Shawn slips into a land of everlasting bliss between he and his wife, it looks like Y/n has been spending her time with someone else as of late. Below, pictures of Y/n and a mystery man have appeared over the course of a few weeks, starting just after Shawn left home to tour around the world.
“There’s been a noticeable change in him,” A different source, who has requested to remain anonymous, added in, “Everyone around him knows how much he loves his wife, so when he saw pictures of her with another man in that room, it really hit him.”
Since pictures emerged of Y/n and the mystery man, people have commented that Mr. Mendes has been distant and more quiet than usual. “It’s another reason why he wants to get back to Toronto so bad, he wants to settle things with Y/n. He’s tried to convince himself that it’s just a misunderstanding, but everyone around him knows how it’s already going to play out–and it’s not going to end well. It seems like he’s catching on. Those pictures leave no room for questioning what’s going on between his wife and someone that is not Shawn.”
Have Shawn and Y/n Mendes followed in the steps of many other famous couples, and not been able to handle their marriage in the spot light? We were banking on the couple hitting the five-year marriage mark before anything like this happened.
What do you all think? Leave your comments in the section below.
“Hey, Shawn,” You sighed into the phone as it was the fourth time he had missed your call, “It’s me, again.” Pacing around your room, you didn’t know what was going on with him that made him miss your calls multiple times. Usually, he wouldn’t ever miss one, and if he did, he would call you back ten minutes later profusely apologizing.
You had enough with pacing around your room, so you took a seat at the edge of your bed. It didn’t stop the nerves though as your leg began to bounce, “I’m just calling to check up, it’s uh,” You looked over at the clock on your wall, “It’s almost midnight here, and I don’t know where you are,” Your voice dwindled off at the end, “I hope you’re having a great day, or that you’re getting a good rest because you work yourself too hard,” You tried to lighten your own mood by letting out a laugh, “Just call me back, I love you and can’t wait to see you when you get home.”
Quickly, you hung up the phone and dropped your head to rest between your knees. Your whole body felt off, there was a reason why Shawn wasn’t calling you back and you couldn’t think of anything. The thought of him purposefully ignoring you felt like being stabbed in the chest with the knife twisting. Your head started to pound, and you couldn’t help but start to chew the inside of your lip, your nervous habit that you always found yourself doing right before you felt like you were about to cry.
You slowly made your up to your pillows on the bed and slowly made your way under the covers. You brought the white sheets up to where they were tucked under your chin and curled up. You really thought that you had your breathing under control, but when the thought struck you that this was the first time where you didn’t know where in the world your husband was, the tears came and they wouldn’t stop.
“I haven’t heard from him in a few days,” You spoke to Jessie as the two of you walked into the building for your weekly cooking class, “Not even a––“
“Y/n,” You were cut off when you heard a familiar voice call your name, you cringed a bit, and turned to the right to see the cooking instructor, Ethan, “Thought you weren’t going to make it in for this lesson?”
You cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah, I wasn’t supposed to because my hus–––“
“I’m glad you could join,” He cut you off, with a gleaming smile, before the word husband could make its way out of your mouth. The way he was looking at you made you slightly uncomfortable so you awkwardly smiled and looked the other direction without a reply.
With a nod of your head, you gave Jessie an odd look that she returned. The two of you made your way over to a little a cooking station and placed your bags under the table. Jessie and you chatted as other people strolled into the class area and set up in their usual position as Ethan made small talk with the people around him.
Once the time came to start the class, Ethan clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention, “We’ll be learning how to make a steak dinner,” He looked over and into your eyes, “For two.”
Jessie leaned over to you and whispered, “I think I threw up a little.” You stifled a laugh because you shared the same reaction.
First, you and Jessie both successfully made the creamy scalloped potatoes and the little side Caesar salad to go along with the steak. You then seasoned the steak, put the steak to bake in the oven for a few minutes, and then turned on the gas burner to cook the steak on. You put canola oil in the pan, butter, garlic, rosemary and thyme as you took the steak out of the oven. As you pulled the oven pan out, you bumped into someone.
“Oh, I’m sorry––“
“You’re fine,” the voice of Ethan filled the air. You scrunched your nose up as he took a step closer to you from behind and, along with your hand, he took hold of the oven pan and settled it on the counter top. Jessie side glanced over as she cooked her steak, and all you could do was widened your eyes and beg for help.
Ethan then took a pair of tongs and placed the steak in the sizzling pan, “So, now what you do––“
“I can help her cooking the steak,” Jessie cut the teacher off.
Ethan shook his head, “I’ve got it. I should help my students out.”
You cleared your throat, “I can handle it, someone else may need your help––”
“What am I getting paid to do if I don’t help you out?” Ethan raised an eye.
But you were backing down easily. He’d made other advances on you during other lessons and this was your time to put your foot down, “I’m fine––“
“Yes, Mrs. Mendes,” You stumbled over your words and began to talk faster than the speed of light with hand motions. Because whenever you got extremely nervous, you always seemed to talk with your hands, “That’s my name, the one and only, and the prefix indicates that I’m married––“
It seemed like Ethan didn’t like you mentioning how you were married and very much not looking for a relationship. His eyes narrowed at yours and he took hold of your wrists, “Moving your hands and having them fly around while other people are cooking isn’t safe––“
“Hey,” Jessie turned off her stove, “You probably shouldn’t touch her––“
You didn’t let Jessie finish her sentence before you ripped your wrists out from his hold. Part of you was shocked that a teacher would take hold of his student in such a rough matter, and the other half of your brain couldn’t process what was happening because with pulling your wrist back, you brought your arm down and it collided with the handle of the searing pan that the steak was cooking in.
You felt the sting of hot oils run down your back, and in response, you jumped forward, and Ethan was the person in front of you who caught you. He looked at you with concern in his eyes, “Don’t move, you could be burned––“
“Stop!” You raised your voice at Ethan. It was then you realized that everyone had stopped their cooking and turned their attention over in your direction. Embarrassment flooded your system and you felt your whole body heat up. You grabbed your bag from under the table and rushed to put your coat on, not wanting anyone outside of the cooking studio to see the oil stains on you.
You didn’t want to make any more of a scene, so while biting the inside of your lip, you shook your head, “Thank you for a wonderful lesson today, but I don’t think I’ll be returning back to another lesson.”
And before he could reply, or try and stop you from leaving, you turned on your heel and sped walked out of the kitchen studio.
Sitting at the little breakfast nook in your apartment with a cup of tea would be more relaxing if your husband hadn’t blatantly ignored you for a full twenty-four hours. You knew he was coming home today, but you were clueless as to where he was flying from or what time his flight was getting in.
You were sipping on your tea, watching the Toronto traffic from your window, when your phone buzzed. You looked down and saw that Shawn’s name popped up. You had to look at it again because after all the voicemails you left him, his first contact to you was a text message. Your phone dinged again and slowly you slid your thumb across the screen, entered in your passcode, and read the message.
Just landed in Toronto
You stared at the blue text bubble in confusion. Every time he was about to get on a plane, he would always text you, no matter what time it was for you or for him. He knew that you liked to know his travel schedule. But this was the first time he hadn’t told you his travel information. It made your stomach churn because now you definitely knew that something was wrong. And you didn’t know if you wanted to find out or not.
So you sent him a text back; Do you want me to pick you up?
Almost instantly, he replied, No.
Your heart sank just a little when you read his message. And then you started to feel it break piece by piece as you read the one word, one syllable, answer. With tears threatening to fall from your eyes at any time, you felt your phone buzz once more with a text from him; Geoff is driving me back.
You nodded to yourself as you typed back a simple; Ok.
Neither one of you said how excited you were to see one another, and neither one of you said that you couldn’t wait to see each other. It was odd because you and Shawn would always count down the days until you could see each other again, but this time, the two of you hadn’t talked in over a day.
With the stress about not knowing what was wrong with Shawn and what happened yesterday at the cooking class, your heart was racing and you felt jittery until you saw a familiar car pull up to the side walk down below. You peered out the window and saw your husband for the first time in a few months. Even though there were tons of unsettled questions between the two of you, you still felt your heart pick up speed at the sight of him.
He pulled out a little over the shoulder bag from inside the car and then you saw Geoff come around with a larger suitcase. You saw the two of them exchange some words, but since you were so high up and looking down at them through the window, you couldn’t see what either of them were saying.
But a few moments later, Geoff and Shawn hugged, and then Shawn walked towards the building and Geoff got into his car and drove away. Shawn didn’t even send you a text that he was close to your apartment, like he would normally do so you would be waiting in the lobby to greet him. It looked like he didn’t want you to greet him in the lobby.
He didn’t want his wife, the one who promised to love him forever no matter what, to be the first person to greet him when he came back from a long month or so from traveling. Your daunting thoughts kept themselves on a loop in your mind that you didn’t even hear the door open.
It was the sound of a suitcase rolling and a bag dropping on the floor that made you look up from the window. In the first time in months, your husband was standing right in front of you and you didn’t have the need to run up and hug him. Seeing him made your blood boil because of how flakey he had been acting recently.
You sat on the little nook and took a sip of your tea, “Have a nice flight?” Your voice held no infection and was kept very monotone. You didn’t want him to know that your past few nights had been hell with him ignoring you, and that you were getting no sleep, imagining what your reunion would be like after radio silence from him. And here you were, after every scenario you created in your mind, it did not turn out how you thought.
In your mind, you imagined Shawn either apologizing for his silence, or having his face turn red as he yelled are you for something you had no idea about. But it wasn’t either of those options. It was just like how he had been treating you for the past few days; silence.
His eyes held no emotion, the exhaustion evident in his face. Shawn was silent, something that was worse than blowing up at you. You imagined anything but him being mute about his feelings because Shawn was always a vocal person. It was the most deafening silence you had ever heard.
You were waiting for a response to your seemingly innocent question. But as he didn’t respond, you began searching for any facial clues as to any answer you could possibly find. But you were growing frustrated. His face was kept with a neutral look; no creases in the eyebrows and not a scrunch of distaste with his nose.
Then you began to search for any other signs that would give away his answer. He wasn’t tapping his foot, he wasn’t swaying from side to, and he wasn’t twiddling his hands out of nervousness.
It was tiny, a detail that wouldn’t be caught by many. But with being married to a man for almost a year, you began to notice every little thing about them. There were certain things that you knew Shawn would always keep on him, and as a married man, you knew he always wore his wedding band. But as you looked at his left hand, you noticed that there was a small sliver of his skin that lighter shade than the rest.
His ring finger.
You looked down at your left hand, your engagement and wedding ring were in their place, and you quickly looked back at Shawn’s left hand to see if your mind had been playing tricks on you.
Shawn wasn’t wearing his ring, the symbol of marriage that brought two people, who loved each other more than life itself, together.
Your heart stopped and you felt as if you were about to throw up at any minute. Biting the inside of your lip, you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. The silence that surrounded the two of you stole your voice. You looked up at him, wanting to ask him why he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring, but with silence stealing your voice, he gave it to Shawn who spoke without hesitation in his voice.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I met Monsta X on the streets of Berlin yesterday. Or at least two of them, my bias and bias wrecker, Jooheon and Kihyun. Nice.
Basically. My friend (from the Czech Republic) and I (from Sweden) had wandered around all day, visiting the kpop store and all that. Then we were standing by a pedestrian crossing, waiting for the green light. And suddenly this guy walked up to my side and I had to take a double take bc, ‘Is that Kihyun???????’. My heart dropped and I turned to my friend and was like “IT’S KIHYUN IT’S KIHYUN OMFG IT’S KIHYUN.” BC HOLY SHIT HALF A METER FROM ME STOOD THE ACTUAL YOO KIHYUN!!!! Sorry I’m still freaking out holy shit. He looked like a f**king god, looking all artsy in his round golden glasses and big camera. Plus: no make-up!Kihyun is 👌 👌 💕 👅 👅 😭 💖
Kihyun then waved to someone on the other side. We thought it was his manager bc what would he be doing all by himself in Berlin when his concert is just in a few hours?? Suddenly the light turned green and he went ahead of us, and since we thought that it was his manager on the other side of the road (we couldn’t see the person he was waving to yet) we didn’t want to ask for his autograph since they usually aren’t allowed to do that.
But then we saw who he was waving to. J O O H E O N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He was also standing by himself, wearing slippers, shorts and a wind jacket. He looked so fluffy and smol and okay imma stop talking. So now we had to make a decision in 0.1 second, are we going to follow them and ask for their autographs or just go back home?
We decided to follow them, walking about 100 meters behind them. After only a minute or two they went into a Starbucks and we stopped outside. After about two minutes of freaking out we decided that our last chance was to also go in, just look at them and then leave without bothering them. So now my friend was literally standing right next to Jooheon (who ordered an iced americano for Kihyun and a coffee with milk for himself bc that’s important information). When he’d ordered he stood beside Kihyun who were waiting for their orders. Then one of the cashiers recognized them and asked for a photo, and they actually agreed to take the picture so yeah. My hands were shaking so bad when I payed for my drink but I’m proud of my friend and I bc we actually managed to act like any other customers in the café (where are our Oscars?).
While we were waiting for my friend’s drink, the boys left the café and we were kind of sad bc yep they’re leaving and we’re not going to follow them. But then they sat down at a table outside! At this point a total of five girls + a really kind dad had noticed them. So we looked outside and saw that they actually signed autographes to the girls! So they basically only sat down to make those fans happy and sign their stuff (stan monsta x) And now we freaked out again bc neither one of us had a pen nor a piece of paper. But when we walked outside a girl let us borrow her pen and paper so that was really nice of her (I owe her my life).
While my friend was doing something else, I walked up to their table, Kihyun to my left and Jooheon in front of me. I just said that I was “so so sorry for disturbing them but can I please get an autograph?” Kihyun made his “pftttth” laugh with his eyes looking like half moon crescents (y'all know which one I mean), but he took my paper and signed it. Since Kihyun was to my left I couldn’t really look him in the face that well, so when I spoke I mostly looked at Jooheon. I was stuttering like an idiot in the beginning but I was shaking so much while trying to act cool and look calm lmao. I basically told them that I was “really excited for the concert tonight” to which Jooheon replied with an “oh really?~” AND HIS DIMPLES ARE SO FREAKING DEEP MAN I SWEAR TO GOD THAT BOY WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME. . So yeah I basically managed to keep eye contact with JH for like 15 seconds and then I just said “thank you so much and sorry for disturbing” to which Kihyun replied with a “It’s alright” then I left so that I wouldn’t disturb them more than I already had.
A short clip of me saying the last sentence and Kihyun replying with “it’s alright”.
So yeah, in totalt there were five people plus my friend and I who noticed them that time. Everyone was really respectful and left as soon as they got their autographs. My friend and I left (shaking like idek) and when we looked back when we had walked about 300 meters, we noticed that the boys had left.
So yep that was the first time I met an idol and talked to one. Also, you should know that I’ve always thought that I would be one meter taller than every mx member (I’m 175 cm [5'8 ish inches?]) but both Kihyun and Jooheon were taller than me. They looked 300x more beautiful in person and both of them were tanned and just yeah. Kihyun looked like a photography student who just walked out of class while Jooheon looked like a fluffy 22 y/o who just woke up, hair in a mess.
So now I own a paper with their autographes (jh signed w J-honey i mean yes i’m dead) and I’m just so so so so grateful that they took their time to make their fans happy. A plus is that the concert also was bomb af.
Basically: never be one of those fans who tries to search for the location they last were seen, just walk around, do your thing. And if it happens it happens, ya know?
Why I strongly encourage witches to try recycling a book instead of buying a blank journal
So my grimoire is a recycled book with the pages either painted over with gesso or various matte acrylic colors. It’s one big hot mess….and I LOVE it.
The reason I did this was simple. In previous years (especially early stages) I kept changing my grimoire because it no longer “fit” my mental aesthetic for what a witch’s grimoire should look like…or whatever you want to call it.
And also…..because I kept “messing up”
Y'all know what I’m talking about. I know you do.
I had all these journals that I bought or made and they all had these stark white pages and I constantly feared messing things up/ruining it/ having to start over ect. And that’s what happened. I kept “messing up” and it pissed me off.
But when my pages are already “messed up” (painted over) there’s no fear. If I don’t like it, I paint over , paste over or even occasionally completely rip out the page. And if there’s something on the back I want to keep, I paste it in a new blank spot, or use it to paste over another spot I’m no longer happy with.
It looks like my grimoire doesn’t have much truthfully, but this bitch as been through a LOT 😂
Fellow witches, and baby witches especially, I encourage you to try recycling a book for your grimoire if you keep getting stuck. OR at the very least, use these methods in your current grimoire. “Mess it up” before hand so you can’t ACTUALLLY mess it up. The pahe is already stained. Just add in to the mess.
Remember, this won’t be your last and only grimoire. Each time I started a new one (I think I maybe finished 1 or 2 small ones?) I transfer over the workings that’ve worked for me in the past. Currently that’s all that I have. And in comparison to the 300 some odd pages my book is currently made from? It looks like NOTHING. And that’s great because all the more room for me to keep shaping myself and my craft and add more stuff!
Let your grimoire be a place of exploration and mistakes.
I promise you it’s okay :)
anyway, gotta love that double standard in this fandom, ey?
vilde is constantly, constantly, being racist, ignorant, islamophobic to sana. in fact she’s been this ignorant since season 1. she’s been so rude at certain times. she’s stepped out of line so many times, and not just with sana, but with isak too. but, hey, she can still get all the chances in the world, right? bc she’s a “uwu soft pastel pink princess”. yeah, sure, give her all the chances, right???? despite being told by sana time and time again when she’s corrected her in the past, vilde STILL remains ignorant. but noooo, she gets all the chances.
last week, lol, more than 75% of this fandom were villainising, dehumanising, belittling, reducing even, when we found out he knew sana. y'all were calling him a manipulative liar, using isak as a rebound, a serial cheater, being ableist and biphobic as hell, even after y'all did the same thing to him in s3 and y'all found out he had bipolar. his struggles were already somewhat known, yet y'all still demonized him. don’t you dare deny that you weren’t. but what happened after friday’s clip? we got to know the full story and now everyone’s back on the “we love even!!!1111!!! never hated him ever!!!!” bandwagon again.
y'all literally slaughter sana at every chance you get. whether it be in 4:10 from last season, despite her apologising to isak and learning in 8:10. y'all called her a sly manipulative distrusting friend to isak when even and sana’s past came out. y'all slaughtered her for unfriending yousef bc your precious little romance was looking to be sinking like the fucking titanic, instead of understanding her struggle. but oh nooo, now y'all are back onto loving her once again, hey????? bc she’s googling “why can’t muslims marry non muslims?” and now that your precious little romance looks to be back on track, hmmmm????? lol i’m just waiting for y'all to turn on her once again tbh bc i know its gonna happen.
so, mikael reacts in the wrong manner. he freaked out when his best friend just all of a sudden made a pass at him bc he wasn’t expecting that. he was 17. he too had religion as a conflict for him. he stepped back. that was his mistake. he fucked up. yes you can say that he did wrong. call him out on his mistake. but y'all are slaughtering him?? y'all are calling him a rat and telling him to choke and die?? y'all are forgetting every other thing we learnt about mikael, that he and even were best friends, still has his number, doesn’t want the world to know about what happened bc its only gonna hurt everyone if the past is rehashed once again. y'all are out here calling muslims “extremists and vile homophobes”. and we haven’t even heard the guy give his side of the story yet!!!!???? but ya sure forgive magnus for spouting homophobic bullshit. its okay when he does it.
the double standard in this fandom is …. disgusting. and we all know exactly why that double standard exists.
No disrespect to Jimberly at all, but I’m so glad they cut that makeout scene. It really grossed me out. Kimberly became an extremely thirsty hoe all of a sudden and it made her character’s power and independence totally disappear for me as a female viewer. It was really gross honestly and I’m not just sayin that because I ship Cranscott and Trimberly. I don’t know what they were thinking but I am SO happy it got cut! Y'all are more than welcome to disagree but the scene made me real uncomfortable in a way that’s so weird I can’t explain. If they had gotten much more time and romantic interaction, then sure, but because it’s an origin story??? Nah… good call Lionsgate. Now be smart and make Trimberly, Cranscott, and ZackxTommy canon plez, you’ve made some smart choices so far, let’s keep it going. If y'all are gonna go all the way and make the Rangers gay, then how bout y'all go all the way????
This is why I hate Taylor Swift
This girl is the worst type of bully there is she’s the type where she literally makes fun and talk shit and just does horrible stuff to people but so many people like her
So when you try to tell people why you don’t like her they swear you’re just being a hater, you’re being mean for no reason, or you’re being a bitch
But when in reality she’s just a horrible person, she acts like this little princess in front of people but behind closed doors she’s the nastiest bitch ever
And no matter how much proof you have exposing her dude to the fact so many people like her they won’t listen to or believe you
And then when you finally called her out she plays this innocent little white girl
She did it to Nicki Minaj when she said “why are we trying to pit women against each other” and everybody chose her side
She did it to Kanye even after a video came out of her getting caught lying saying she didn’t know about the line he wrote in his song and people still took her side
she’s literally trying to do it now by using Kim and Kanye’s beef with her to spin it and make her look like the victim when she’s far from it
She did it to Calvin Harris she literally wrote a song about trashing his relationship with her and then when he made a tweet shading her everyone jump down his throat talking about how he’s a horrible person when literally Calvin Harris does not get in drama ever
Literally y'alls Wonderboy Harry Styles had a whole album written about him which was filled with horrible stuff and he even took the high road and just brushed it off yet people still took her side
And y'all know good and well if this was any other celebrity y'all would have ended their career by now POINT! BLANK! PERIOD!
TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO YELLED AT ME AFTER THE TONYS FOR SAYING “CHEATING THE GREAT COMET OUT OF THEIR DESERVED AWARDS WILL CLOSE THE SHOW” BECAUSE “IT’S JUST THE TONYS, TGC WILL KEEP RUNNING.”: PLEASE READ DAVE MALLOY’S LATEST TWEETS IN WHICH HE DESCRIBES THE SHOW IS IN FINANCIAL CRISIS WHICH IS WHY THEY HAD TO ASK OAK TO LEAVE EARLY TO TRY TO GET MONEY OTHERWISE THE SHOW WILL CLOSE.
Fuck the Tony’s for screwing over this amazing show. Fuck the ATW for only supporting the easiest shows it can. Fuck everyone for telling me I was overreacting after the Tony’s. Fuck EVERYTHING BECAUSE THIS BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL INVENTFUL MORE PROGRESSIVE SHOW IN TERMS OF THEATER THAN HAMILTON IS IN SERIOUS THREAT BEING CLOSED WITHIN A YEAR, AND TO TRY TO SAVE IT, Y'ALL MADE IT BECOME LESS DIVERSE.
I blame this on everyone listed above, and I want you to know Great Comet fans’ uproar after the Tony’s were incredibly well placed. We knew this would happen.
Just know that TGC closing so soon discourages people from putting more diversity and inventive shows on Broadway. And this show will have trouble translating to a tour because of how unique it is.
I hope all the people responsible for this are fucking happy.