yes i found an article titled that

anonymous asked:

It's hard to imagine that Jennifer Morrison's creative choices are the ones to blame for S6 Emma's wardrobe. She's the one who said that Emma's princess costume is her leather jacket and her gun and that she loves how strong and independent Emma is. This is the opposite of what S6 meant for Emma, which I would think is why she wanted to leave, so it's hard to believe the creative choices were hers.

Yes, TheTimesTheyAreAChangin!Anon, but when did she say that? All I have to do is show you JMo’s outfits and makeup for her personal appearances for 2016 and 17 (found by Googling) and let’s see if they track to her S6 outfits/hair/makeup:





(x) This is from 2016 but I’ll let it slide



(x) This is creepy Grace Kelly cosplay from the neck up



(x) This was for an article titled “Jennifer Morrison at Home.”

Case closed, Anon. Note the light makeup, braids, tight ponytails, high collars, 50′s vibe, and lots of flowers– all the WTF hallmarks of S6 Emma. What happened to Emma’s character is on the writers. What happened to Emma’s hair, makeup and wardrobe is kind of on the actress.

anonymous asked:

Verge has an article titled "Carrie Fisher's last Harrison Ford story isn't romantic, it's tragic" with excerpts from Carrie's book and it just makes me sad. It's easy to romanticize their affair, but reality is uglier.

Yes, I read that article and found it very, very good. I have just read The Princess Diarist myself (I got it before Carrie passed), and while Carrie’s wit and intelligence shone through I was mainly struck by its deep melancholy and introspection. I’m sure some people will find it rather too self-indulgent and unfocused, but I found it extremely humanising and sympathetic. The depiction of ‘Carrison’ was shocking not because it revealed anything lurid or sensational (it really didn’t) but because of the insecurity and wretchedness radiating from Carrie’s teenage self. I’ve never read anything else by Carrie, but I’m eager to do so now. I think her writing is where she truly shines, even over her acting career.

anonymous asked:

That article on empathy you reblogged reminded me that I've been meaning to say how much I adore your blog title. I searched it and found a Bright Eyes song - is that where it's from? Regardless, when I visit your blog and reread it it always makes me feel both melancholy and reassured, if that makes any sense. Hope you are well!

Yes - you’re absolutely right! It’s Bright Eyes, one of my favorite lines ever, because just like you say, it evokes many things and can be read in so many ways. My favoured interpretation is that it’s about mental health/diversity, and that there’s so much filthy empathy from people who do not understand. I’m a big Bright Eyes fan, and Bright Eyes lyrics have more than once inspired fics. Actually, the other day I thought I might do a song rec list of Bright Eyes songs that makes me think of Sherlock…

Thank you!!

anonymous asked:

Cultural appropriation is not a thing. You can't appropriate something from a concept. The native americans did not invent the idea of wearing feathers, and no group of native americans will ever say they did, let alone tell anyone they are not allowed to do so. Culture should not be isolated like that, it needs to be assimilated into the larger groups so that it doesn't cause issues on cultural grounds, like in america. All of the varied cultures melted into an American one, so no culture war.

Originally posted by mavietresgaie

…Yes. Native Americans prettymuch always say that it’s very offensive to wear a war bonnet unless you have earned the right to do so.

Here’s a thing explaining that issue in further detail that I found in seconds by googling it.

And here is a quote from the wikipedia article on feathered war bonnets which has a paragraph titled Cultural Appropriation.

The wearing and displaying of such headdresses, and other “indigenous traditional arts and sacred objects” by those who have not earned them, especially by non-Natives as fashion or costume, is considered offensive to traditional Native peoples.

This is not about isolating culture. This is about sharing culture respectfully. If you come into someone’s house and they tell you not to kick your feet up on the table then you sure as hell better not kick your feet up on the table if you’re a decent human being with a shred of respect. And when someone shares their culture with you and they tell you not to wear a feathered war bonnet because it’s only for those who’ve earned it, you liSTEN TO THEM.

Holy Crap!

I just found out something amazing!

So here I am looking at stuff for next weeks Blindspot and I stumble across an article that brings up episode titles, only to find THAT THEY’RE ALL ANAGRAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(except for the pilot of course) 

AND they go together!

how freaking cool is that? Here I am thinking that they just picked weird names for the titles, but no. They just made it A ZILLION TIMES COOLER!!

Check it out:

Episode 1 - Pilot

Episode 2 - A Stray Howl = Taylor Shaw    (fuck yes!)

Episode 3 - Eight Slim Grins = The Missing Girl       (which goes with 4)

Episode 4 - Bone May Rot = Or Maybe Not

Episode 5 - Split The Law = Will The Past          (which goes with 6)

Episode 6 - Cede Your Soul = Cloud Our Eyes

Episode 7 - Sent On Tour = Trust No One         (which goes with 8)

Episode 8 - Persecute Envoys = Suspect Everyone

Episode 9 - Authentic Flirt = Lift The Curtain…? (best I could find.. I dunno)

But how COOL IS THAT?!

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I get a scenario where you and Baek are dating secretly, but then photos appear and everyone find out. All the harsh comments cause you two to break up and eventually, you decide to leave the country. But Baek realizes his mistake and goes to find you. Thanks and keep up the exollent work! :)

Why? ~Baekhyun~

Gahh so many Baekhyun feels when I was writing this one. ~Admin S

“Do you see anyone?”

Baekhyun peeked from behind the corner of the tall building and checked the streets carefully. “Nope,” he answered and gripped your hand. “Let’s go, jagiyah.”

Before you knew it, Baekhyun was dragging you down the street without a single word of protest. He had done this whole “sneaking around” thing with you so much now that he considered himself an expert at it.

“Are you excited to see where I’m taking you tonight?” Baekhyun asked, pulling you towards him so that he could hold you close. “I think you’ll like it,” he whispered and pecked your cheek.

“That’s what you always say about our dates,” you said, reminiscing in the feeling of being in his arms. It was one thing you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life doing.

“Because I know you so well, jagi.” He chuckled.

You smiled faintly. “Yeah,” you said.

Baekhyun frowned. He could tell there was something on your mind just by the tone of your voice. Usually, you would be happy and excited when you were on a date. But now, now it sounded like you were a bit sad.

“What’s on your mind?” Baekhyun asked.

You sighed and shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve just been thinking about us lately,” you said. “You know, us and the whole sneaking around thing.”


You looked up and met his eyes. “Will it ever end?”

Baekhyun stopped in his tracks, which caused you to also stop. He nervously scratched the back of his neck and tried to figure out a way to answer your question without seeming too caught up in his own opinion. “I can’t promise you anything about sneaking around,” he finally answered.

You bit your lip to keep from frowning at him.

Baekhyun took a step forward and cupped your face. “But I can promise that we’ll never end,” he whispered and kissed your lips.

And in that moment, all of your concern and worry fled. All you were thinking about now was Baekhyun, and how amazing he really was.

Baekhyun pulled away at one point with a smile on his face and his eyes still closed. “Come on.” He took your hand again. “Let’s go before the night ends.”




The next morning was filled with anything but bliss.

It all started off when you heard your older sister shouting and banging at your door. “______, wake up!” she shouted. “Wake up, you have to see this!”

You groaned and forced yourself out of bed. There was no point in going back to sleep when Jessie was banging on your door like that.

Your eyes weren’t fully open yet, and you were still sleepy, so you trudged over to the door and opened it without much energy. “Jessie, what do you-“

Before you could finish your sentence, Jessie stepped inside, shut the door behind her, and sat down on the edge of your bed. In her hands was her laptop, and she quickly typed in something as she sat down.

You furrowed your eyebrows at her. “What is going on?” she asked.

“This is going on.” Jessie spun the laptop around so that you could see the screen. Since your vision was still blurry, you rubbed your eyes a little and tried to focus on the screen again.

EXO’s Byun Baekhyun Has a Secret Girlfriend that He’s Been Hiding? was the title.

“What the…” You sat down beside Jessie and skimmed through the article. Your heart sunk with every word as you saw that somehow, people had found out about you and Baekhyun.

“That’s not all,” Jessie said, scrolling down. “Check out the pictures.”

The remains of your heart now shattered.

There were pictures of you and Baekhyun from last night. Kissing. Hugging. Laughing. Smile. Just being together.

“Oh no,” you mumbled.

“Oh yes,” Jessie said. “I don’t know what was up last night, but you two definitely weren’t as careful as before.”

“I-I didn’t see anybody, and neither did Baekhyun! I thought we were alone…”

“You’d be surprised how sneaky both fans and paparazzi are nowadays. They can get their hands on almost anything.”

You stood up and walked away from the bed. “I need to go talk to Baekhyun,” you muttered and walked through the door, slamming it behind you.




You didn’t notice all of the hateful comments until you were out on the street, walking to the boys’ dorms. Out of curiosity, you searched Baekhyun’s name, and you weren’t surprised to see that the articles about the two of you were the first things that popped up.

As you scrolled down to the comments section, you saw all the hate.


Why is he dating her? Why? Are you serious? She’s not even that pretty.

She probably only wants his money. That’s the only reason why she’s with him. She’s going to break his heart, I hate her already.


You held back the tears and knocked on the door once you approached it. A few seconds later, Baekhyun opened it and smiled. “Hey, _______!” Then he frowned once he noticed how you were holding back tears. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He pulled you inside and closed the door behind you.

“They know,” you said in a quiet voice.

“What?” Baekhyun spun you around so that you stared right at him. “Who knows what?”

“The whole world knows about us.”

Baekhyun sighed and wrapped his arms around you in a hug. “I saw the articles this morning,” he mumbled. “I’m so sorry, jagiyah.”

“It’s not even the articles that bother me.” You pulled away painfully. “Did you see all the stuff your fans have been saying about me? They-They don’t even know me and I’m already receiving all this hate!”


“I can’t do this, Baekhyun,” you cut him off. “I think I understand now why you didn’t want people finding out about us. This… This is awful, and I don’t think I can deal with it.”

Baekhyun fell silent. He could see how you were upset, but he didn’t know how to make you feel any better, which hurt him.

“Okay,” he said after a long while. “Then… Then I guess we’re done.”

Even though this was basically what you wanted, it hurt when you actually heard him say the words.

You had no strength to even say anything else. All you did was nod your head and run out before either you or Baekhyun could change your minds.




You left the country just three days later. Since you only lived with your older sister in an apartment, it wasn’t too hard to pack everything and leave. The only reason you ever begged your sister to live there with you was so you could be with Baekhyun more.

But now you two were done.

And a week later, here you were, living in sunny California with a friend of Jessie’s.

Life finally seemed somewhat nice for once.




Baekhyun took the news hard when he first found out you moved. He hated himself for doing this for you, and blamed everything on himself. He hated himself for not being there for you and telling you everything would be alright, like a good boyfriend was supposed to do.

He was stupid for letting you go; he realized that now.

“Where did she go?” Baekhyun asked Kai, since he was the one member that you actually told about your departure.

Kai contemplated whether or not it would be a smart choice to actually tell Baekhyun. You never specifically said not to tell Baekhyun, so Kai didn’t think there was anything wrong with it.





“I’m going out with some friends,” Jessie said to you. “You gonna be alright here by yourself?”

You nodded and stuffed another spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. “I’ll be fine.”

Jessie smiled faintly and leaned down, ruffling your hair. “Stop being so sad and depressed,” she said. “I know he meant a lot to you, but I promise things will get better.”

You forced a smile and nodded. “Okay.”

Jessie knew you didn’t take her words to heart, but she understood why. And so with that, she gave you one last hug before walking towards the door.

When you heard the door close, you dropped your spoon into the tub of ice cream and then placed the ice cream on the coffee table. You were sick of moping.

“Maybe all I need is a good nap,” you mumbled and positioned yourself on the couch for a nap.

Your eyes weren’t even closed when you suddenly heard the doorbell ring. You groaned and got off of the couch, stomping towards the door. You were not in the mood for this.

“Look, whatever it is you’re selling, we’re not-“ You stopped once you realized it wasn’t another salesperson at your door.

It was Baekhyun.

He laughed a little. “I’m not selling anything,” he said. “I just wanted to talk to you.”

Your breath hitched. You didn’t know what to do.

But somehow, you still let him in without a word.

You closed the door slowly, keeping your back to him even when the door was closed.

Baekhyun drew a breath. “Why?” he finally asked.

You turned to face him. “Why what?”

He took a step forward. “Why did you leave me?”

You froze.

Baekhyun’s eyes were already glossy, and you feared he would start tearing up soon, which would make you break down completely. “Jagiyah,” he choked out. “I’m sorry for all the hate you received but…” He shook his head. “I can’t live without you. I need you, _____.”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and stared at the ground. “Baekhyun…”

“Jagiyah, please,” he begged. “Please, don’t push me away. Don’t tell me to leave. I already let you do that before, and I’m not making that mistake again.” Baekhyun grabbed your hand and pulled you to his chest. “Please,” he whispered. “Be with me again. I promise I will protect you from every single ounce of hate you receive.”

A tear fell down your cheek. You missed him. You really, really missed him.

Without a word, you wrapped your arms around him in a hug.

Baekhyun didn’t need to hear any words to understand that you had taken him back.

“Yale Students Erupt in Anger Over Administrators Caring More About Free Speech Than Safe Spaces”

I found the above titled article on Slate this morning very interesting. It documents how Yale’s SJW students exercised their right to free speech by demanding Yale administrators be fired for voicing the need to protect free speech. Hypocrisy incarnate? Yes. Typical of the SJW movement? Doubly so.

The article was written by Katy Waldman. Ms. Waldman used to write for feminist website The DoubleX: What Women Really Think, but has stopped writing for that website and now writes general interest articles for Slate. Here is her interpretation of theses events:

I was shocked to watch students treat their professors and administrators with such disrespect. But horrified emotional responses aside, it’s troubling to see the Christakises scapegoated for defending the crucial liberal tradition of free speech. That’s not to dismiss the pain of students of color; I’m sure Yale proves far less hospitable to them than to the wealthy white scions it was founded to serve. Nor should anyone mourn the days of good old college fun, when wearing a racist Halloween costume was considered a harmless bit of white wing-spreading. But in censuring the Christakises for wanting to create “an intellectual space,” students are vociferously exercising the very rights—to speak out against people and practices they find objectionable—that the Christakises seem to want to protect.

That response fascinates me because it could have been written by an anti-feminist/anti-SJW. 

It makes me wonder if Ms. Waldman quit blogging about feminism because she got tired of defending the obvious hypocrisies. If so, kudos to her. Then again, the contentious issue at Yale was more about race than feminism, so it’s quite possible their agenda was simply not her own.