yes...i am

anonymous asked:

Could you elaborate on Supernatural? Not that I disagree, maybe you have an explanation why I pretty much dropped it after getting into the second season lol

especially with american tv shows, as long as a series has fans, they’re going to keep shooting episode after episode even when writing gets frustratingly bad and actors barely even play - it gets ridiculous really, supernatural is just one of those examples that lost all its purpose and sign of decent content after seasons 4-5 but still kept on keeping on because people watched and The CW got their money

Mamamoo Appreciation

Alright, to all those who have heard about Mamamoo, seen them around and thought “hmm, they look nice I guess I’ll check them out one day”, I want to take this post to say, they are worth your time.

You don’t have to like girl groups, you don’t even have to like kpop at all, just music with a funky vibe, fresh summer sound and powerhouse vocals. I mean obviously it helps that these girls are such vibrant, passionate personalities, but if you’re not the type to obsess over groups, know that Mamamoo has a unique sound. Mixing retro and upbeat with modern vocals, harmonies and a clean production. Really though, their harmonies have been known to give eargasms so be warned. Their singles include Piano Man, You’re the Best, Decalcomanie and their most recent, Yes I Am.

As for the girls themselves, they could make even the coldest of hearts smile. They’ve been around for three years now, and are getting really comfortable as artists. They shine most when on stage, so make sure to watch them perform live. Even when they aren’t singing their own song, they manage to bring out something new and original to the table. Adding their own flavor to the mix. 

Check out some of their performances on Immortal Songs 2 such as : and

Solar is the leader and oldest member, so don’t let her adorably squishy cheeks say otherwise! (Her words, not mine!) She’s a true cinnamon roll here… One with a beautifully soothing and angelic voice. If you want to check her out, here is a link to one of her solos “In my Dreams” :

Moonbyul is second oldest in the group is designated rapper, and has a really poetic style. Really, she can tear you up. She actually used to train to become a singer, but after debuting was given very little singing lines and became quite shy about singing. Thankfully she’s starting to be given more to sing, and it’s great! Here is another link to Moonbyul’s solo song “Worthless” :

Wheein is too cute for words. She’s a beagle, always energetic, always keeping the girls together and making them smile. Her voice is really stable and perfect for harmonizing. A link to her collaboration with Jung Key :

Hwasa is the youngest member, but don’t let that fool you into thinking she’s the shyest! This girl is fierce! She’s full of charisma and passion and determination. She doesn’t fit the ideal standard of Korean beauty, but she looks amazing and she knows it. Her voice is rougher ad bluesier than most, and it works really well in the group. She can also rap. She has no solo yet, but this is just a link to her singing on a show :

This turned out much longer than planned, but I can’t stress enough how talented this group is. Who knows, you might grow to love them.

hermione still flinches when ron’s hands brush her neck and she doesn’t understand why she does, because the cold, metal sting and everything that happened later, is painfully different from his soft palms. she stops wearing perfume, and starts casting protection charms.

remus despises his nature so much that the scars on his body are from his own hands. he knows what the taste of wolfsbane is when it doesn’t quite work; bitter and unmistakably sweet—it’s sirius’s blood when he goes too far.

ginny’s hands shake uncontrollably when she writes for hours at a time. the words will start to swim across the page and mix and scramble into anagrams. hi, i’m tom. what’s your name? hi, i’m tom. what’s your name? hi, i’m tom. what’s your na—

pansy knows what it’s like to cast unforgivables on first years. she learns how to enunciate the words with refined perfection, and learns how to want to hurt them. she throws up in the abandoned washroom after every lesson, and finds comfort in the absent arms of moaning myrtle.

ron faints everytime he apparates. he’ll wake up in hermione’s lap; his hair wet against his forehead, and his arms heavy with sweat. he always reaches for his shoulder and visibly relaxes when blood doesn’t rub off his fingers. he doesn’t know how to control his anger either, and feels the shame creep into his skin whenever hermione looks at his chest. he knows that she’s looking for the locket because he wishes that was what he could lay his blame on.

tom falls in love at the age of twelve—watched glimmering jewels glide down his own hand and pool at the bland tiles in the orphanage; started fires just to keep things lively. he collects followers like sheep in a mindless herd and finds that the acclaimed intricacies of a human brain is much more dull than he had imagined. he holds fear like a baby would with a blanket and spends nights wishing he had more time. he dies knowing he never had enough.

draco knows what it’s like to have your mind violated and out bare for all the world to see. he remembers severus saying that veritaserum has no taste, and discovers that he was wrong. the so called non dimensional potion is much too similar to the taste of the silent pleas he shouted when he watched snatchers salivate at the sight of his mother, or the copper droplets of red that sprinkled the surface of his cracked lips when he watched children slaughtered in the blink of an eye.

sirius has spent his entire childhood without the warmth of a mother’s embrace or the reassuring words of a father. he tells himself he’s okay with it—that he would rather have no family than one that wished his friends dead. he doesn’t know what to think when he has neither family or friends alive—the only embrace he will ever feel again is the one that lurks behind bars in his azkaban cell.

luna stops searching for wrackspurts, and instead, starts organizing her fathers office. she should be relieved when people stop calling her loony lovegood but all she feels is the absence of her imagination. war, it seemed, was not an adventure, but an old friend that came at inconvenient times in history.

harry doesn’t want to start a family because every father he has ever had has been hurt at his own expense. ginny rocks his body against her chest and brushes the tears away from his eyes as soon as they fall. she tells him that he’ll learn how to be a father—that it will come as naturally as magic had. the sharp pain that lodges inside of him whenever albus retreats back into his room is reflected so blatantly on ginny’s face. he wishes that he were a blind man so that he never had to see his mistakes out in the open, and rubs at his fading scar.

despite the years that had passed, it seemed that all was not well.

In Yes I Am:

Hwasa : “me me 4 with sun”
Me: ???????? Hwasa wtf r u saying lmao

Explanation: me =나, 4=사, with=랑, sun=해.
So “me me 4 with sun” = “나나사랑해” ie, “I love myself”

Me: ………..

Domestic Drabbles - 2: Blanket Pirates

Presenting part 2 of Domestic Drabbles: A Series (:

This one was also inspired by a conversation with @bharatanatyamandballet!

And the BIGGEST shout-out to my support and beta, @baz-n-simon (:

UPDATE: The amazing @dancingwdinosaurs has created a wonderful piece of art inspired by this fic! Go check it and follow her and show her all the amazing love she deserves!


Baz is a sharp bloke, and I don’t mean because of his fangs. He’s smart and studious, values his education, and takes classes at Uni every weekday. He comes over most days, but only after he studies, and he only stays the night when he doesn’t have class the next morning. Which is why I think it’s strange that this morning, a Tuesday, I wake up to find him sleeping peacefully next to me.

“Baz,” I say, rather loudly. I nudge him in the arm, and his skin feels like icicles.

He doesn’t move. If I were anyone else, I would think that he’s dead. Which, I guess, he is. Dead, I mean. Or undead. Or both.

Baz,” I say again, quieter. “Wake up.” I push him on his shoulder this time. More icicles.

“Hn…” He stirs and groans, but doesn’t open his eyes. “Wha’s it, Simon?”

Baz’s voice in the morning is always deep and raspy, and he calls me Simon instead of Snow. It was like this even when we were at Watford. And I realize that it’s always been something that I liked.

“Don’t you have class, Baz?” I ask, softer than before.

He peeks one eye open, but immediately scrunches it closed it when the sunlight hits him, and he pulls the blanket over his head.

“…’m s…ping.”


He rolls over to face me and pulls the blanket down just below his eyes.

“I said, I’m skipping.” And then he pulls the blanket right back up again.

I smile. Baz is also very grumpy in the morning, but less like a bridge troll and more like a five-year old child pouting.

“What about your classes?” I try to pull the blanket away from his face, but he holds onto it. “Don’t you have a test today? Won’t you fail?”

He snorts and pulls part of the blanket away from his face, only leaving one eye covered. “I never fail.”

I laugh. “You look like a pirate.”

He smiles briefly, then frowns, and pulls the blanket back over his face again. “I just want to go back to sleep, Snow.”

I roll my eyes and swing my legs off the bed. When I start to get up, I’m startled briefly by Baz’s icy grip around my wrist.

“Where are you going?” His eyes are peeking out from the blanket again.

“You said you wanted to sleep?”

He lets go of my wrist and pats the spot on the bed where I was laying. “Stay.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why?”

“I’m cold.”


He pats the bed again. “Let’s stay in bed for a few more hours.”

I grin. “The Baz Pitch? Wanting to cuddle?”

Baz furrows his eyebrows and hides his face again. “Nevermind,” he says grumpily, pushing his icy hand at my arm. “Go away.”

I laugh and grab his hand. It’s soft, even with his cold skin.

“I’m going to find a snack,” I say. “And then I’ll come back to bed.”

Baz just groans and rolls over.

When I come back from the kitchen, Baz is already asleep again. The curtains are closed, and his head is peeking out from the blanket. And he’s hogging the entire thing.

I crawl across the bed next to him. I try tugging part of the blanket away, but Baz has a death grip.

“Baz.” I touch his arm gently. “Will you let go of the blanket?”

He shifts slightly and mumbles.  “…when I get my cuddles, Snow.”

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Nicholas D’Agosto in TRIAL AND ERROR s1, ep1: Pilot

“I believe in Larry. And I happen to be his best chance for a fair trail, so I told my boss I wanted to stay. He said if I did, I’d be on my own. But I realized, I’m not alone; I’m working with East Peck’s finest.”