#( sully isms. )

[princeoftides]

#isms #i got side tracked lmao #but #this song smacks of High King Nen #this is nen is he doesn't let someone tame him #and he stays ruling the ro'maki alone #he just gets colder and colder as he has to keep fighting to survive #and where his mother's powers were something he adored #he turns them on anyone who stands against him #and sullies her name and the last of his kind #they name him the king of the crimson waves #Youtube

[marrymepickering]

“it’s a sully-ism”

that’s my new favorite quote

#pens lb

[tasmiq]

Jumu'ah Khuthbah: 4 November 2022

This Khuthbah is dedicated to Shaykh Abdul Qadir Geylani whose Urs (poetically translated as wedding, as the day that he returned to Allah, or death anniversary) that we continue to honour. Shukran Ya Allah for blessing us with his legacy that has infused such deep and timeless wisdom into our beings. May Allah sanctify his innermost being, as beautifully captured by our Tariqa team.

#1. Shaykh Nishaat opened the Divine floodgates into our hearts when he reminded us that we ask permission to the Silsila (spiritual lineage), as they each represent the truth. It signifies when our nafs has surrendered to Islam, but we aren't focused on the forms and instead the essence which is Allah who is Al-Haqq (The Truth). It anchored gratitude in our hearts for our spiritual ancestor in Shaykh Abdul Qadir Geylani, whose timeless wisdom has permeated our modern senses with guidance to the truth.

#2. I didn't consciously realise that I was living Shaykh Abdul Qadir Geylani's wisdom; in an environment nurtured by your Rehbir Abbu, above all. When COVID hit the world and numerous health challenges sullied my desire to live a meaningful existence as an accident survivor...

Instead of surrendering to sorrow, I eventually decided to change my modus operandi - where I surrendered numerous things that buttressed my nafs (ego). It has been transformational because I have been made to persevere and progress with a focus on the right things. Even to all that is delightful and precious, Subhana'Allah!

In glaring retrospect, I attribute it as my rope to Allah sustained through our spiritual lineage. Shaykh Abdul Qadir Geylani was recorded as meaningfully echoing a personally lived and experienced truth into our hearts!:

Allah (Almighty and Glorious is He) has forbidden you to pay attention to anything outside the situation in which He has placed you. He has equipped you for His obedient service and given you some of His portion, His sustenance and His bounty. He has made you aware that anything beyond this constitutes a temptation, by which He tests people. Cheerful acceptance of your lot is better for you, more lasting, more blessed, more worthy and more appropriate. So let this be your practice, your regular habit, your dwelling place, your underclothing and your overcoat, your wish and your longing, your craving and your desire. You will thereby achieve your every goals, attain to every station, and progress toward all that is good, all that is pleasing and excellent and delightful and precious.

#3. Was a Shaykh Tanerism on a taken for granted matter, where humanity was chosen as Allah’s Khalifah (representative) over all other creation. We therefore must acknowledge Allah’s energy and manifest Allah’s names through Zikr. We are the fruit of the universe but without roots, we bear no fruit.

It was topped with a Shaykha Muzeyyenism where she reminded that in our work, we must just do it for Allah without being attached to the outcomes. Touching Ammu's weakness as a believer in harbouring expectations!

#4. Was yet another Shaykh Abdul Qadir Geylani-ism where I thought I was living gratitude in my being, as an accident survivor. I once proclaimed that I should be renamed Tahmid as your Mama's (Uncle's) name which denotes, one who is grateful... But I was shown the grades of gratitude, as deep and wondrous as the ocean - showing that I owe more work into my consciousness!:

The true nature of thankfulness [haqiqat ash-shukr] is the acknowledgment of the benefaction of the Benefactor [ni’mat al-Mun’im], with an attitude of humility, an overt recognition of the blessing, and a reverential confession of one’s inability to give adequate thanks. Thankfulness can be subdivided into several categories, namely:

> Thankfulness expressed by the tongue [shukr al-lisan]. This constitutes the acknowledgment of the benefaction [ni’ma] with an attitude of humble acceptance [istikana].

> Thankfulness expressed by the body and the limbs [shukr bi’lbadan wa ’l-arkan]. This is the characteristic indication of loyalty and readiness to serve [al-wafa’ wa ’l-khidma].

> Thankfulness expressed by the inner feeling [shukr bi’l-qalb]. This requires a careful balance between the visible display of appreciation and the constant preservation of a sense of reverence.

Beyond this stage, thankfulness passes from the realm of the visible to the realm of the invisible [ghaiba], where the focus of attention is the Benefactor [Mun’im], rather than the benefaction [ni‹ma].

#5. Was another Shaykh Abdul Qadir Geylani-ism, where we were reminded about the need to hold positive assumptions of Allah in our faith. Subhana'Allah for being able to locate the origin of a treasured piece of wisdom.

Alhamddulillah that I have been taken to a place of gratitude for my accident as a 'get-out-of-jail-card' that kept me imprisoned in loyalty to my former employ, as a jet-setting researcher nearing 10 years itself! Instead we have been living the blessing of having your Ammu Apa in our mushrooming syllabus of Haqqiqa Madressa 😄 Where we have discovered our Paupat's ability as an Engineer and Pauppy's ability as a Designer. The saying goes as such:

As far as the saints [awliya’] are concerned, hope means having a good opinion [husn az-zann] of Allah (Exalted is He). It has nothing to do with any desire for benefit, nor for the removal of harm, because those who are worthy of sainthood [ahl al-wilaya] know full well that He has taken care of all their needs. That knowledge makes them realize the value of personal extinction [fana’]. To have a good opinion [of Allah] is therefore more meritorious than hope.

Hope cannot exist without fear, because, if someone hopes to achieve something, he is bound to fear that it may escape him. To have a good opinion of Allah (Exalted is He) means recognizing Him in the beauty of His attributes [sifat], then basing your expectation [amal] of Him on what is relevant to Him, not on what relates to His servant. That expectation must be based on the knowledge that His attributes include Beneficent [Muhsin], Generous [Karim], Compassionate [Rahim], Gracious [Latif], and Kind [Ra’uf].

To have a good opinion of Allah (Exalted is He) means attaching your aspirations to previous experience of Divine providence [‘inaya], and directing your heart toward the Lord, without arousing desire in the heart, and without exciting unduly optimistic feelings.

Shukran Ya Allah for the meticulous care we're under in our rope to Allah. As noticed in the latest 'Living with Allah' project where some mureeds have been questioned in their interpretations of Shaykh Taner's wisdom, by the source of the wisdom itself - some time later!

This takes me to more gratitude to Allah for taking your Abbu to a new fulfilling sense of sustenance in work, and as to why we are observing a late Khuthbah - insha'Allah!

Shukran Ya Allah! × infinity

[cordiibus]

how ozemir subtly hows affection:

insults you but then does whatever you ask him to do ( ACTS OF SERVICE ) 

hair ruffles 

shares his clothes

cheek pinches / nose pinches 

cheek squishes 

head nudges / forehead bumps 

#( and after he's comfortable with you .. he's an affectionate bug ) #( not like sully #but he will keep you in bed longer for snuggles and basically be ontop on you lskdj ) #( ozemir isms. )

[whatscanon-moved]

@maskeraide​  :   “Your skin is so soft.” 

he was kicked back at the bar, arm around  MUFFIN  ,   the blow up doll he had designated as his unintended date for the night. he had ordered himself a jack and coke, hoping to ease the sting of watching   CAL,  of all people,   being the ultimate ladies man.  it was the accent.   IT HAD TO BE THE ACCENT.

“  SIT HERE,  ”   he muttered to muffin as he placed her in the seat next to him, cautiously letting go before quickly grabbing her shoulder to resteady her. once he knew she was secure, he looked back to nikki, who was in the process of sliding over his drink. their hands brushed in the contact, and she was the one to break the ice.

YOUR SKIN IS SO SOFT.

his jaw fell slightly open, immediately haunted by the prank cal and chloe had pulled on him in the day spa. it had taken an hour long,  VERY HOT   shower to shed all of the honey and feathers. it had been the butt of the joke ever since, as well. clearly, it had trickled to the hot bartender, too.  JESUS CHRIST, he was never going to get laid ever again.

“  yeah, yeah, yeah . . . there goes any hope of me tipping ya,  ”   he grumbled grumpily under his breath, taking a sip from his drink before nodding in muffin’s direction.  “  don’t embarrass me in front of my date.  YEESH.  ”

SWEET TALK   //   accepting !

#⟨ SULLY & NIKKI ⟩ / * maskeraide . #⟨ CHRISTOPHER SULLIVAN ⟩ / * visage & isms . #maskeraide

[dvstbvnnies]

Smol nova and sully headcanons that think of half asleep:

Sully tripping and nova w/ minimal effort and 0 thought uses her powers to catch him mid-fall

Nova using her powers to make his feet stuck to the ground as they kiss so that when they pull away from each other, he’s stuck and has to guess the secret password to not being stuck, but it’s just “I love you” a kiss every single time

Cuddling on the couch and nova petting sully’s hair

Nova wearing sully’s shirts all the time, like as work outfit, shopping outfit, laying on the couch outfit, pajamas, etc. she’s prolly honestly always got his clothes on

#ooc #isms ( nova x sully )

[thiefslegend-a]

tag drop.

 ×┋❝ heir of drake ─ ‹ nate. › ×┋❝ we've come far ─ ‹ sam. › ×┋❝ last year's model ─ ‹ elena. › ×┋❝ i trust him; he's family ─ ‹ sully. › ×┋❝ re: dear brother ─ ‹ patronedsaint. › ×┋❝ marco! ─ ‹ self promo. › ×┋❝ perfect! ─ ‹ promo. › ×┋❝ important! ─ ‹ psa. › ×┋❝ coming at ya! ─ ‹ prompts. › ×┋❝ hymns ─ ‹ radio. › ×┋❝ the glamorous life of a treasure hunter ─ ‹ aesthetic. › ×┋❝ once a thief.. ─ ‹ 002. › ×┋❝ a normal life ─ ‹ 001. › ×┋❝ journal entries ─ ‹ isms. › ×┋❝ sorry pal; you're not my type ─ ‹ lazarevic. › ×┋❝ you never struck me for a flowers & chocolate type of girl ─ ‹ chloe. › ×┋❝ ah crap ─ ‹ ooc. › ×┋❝ missed calls ─ ‹ asks. › ×┋❝ out 'treasure hunting' ─ ‹ queue. › ×┋❝ re: anyone ever tell you you have a funny idea of romantic? ─ ‹ iintrepids. › ×┋❝ history has its eyes on you ─ ‹ headcanons. › ×┋❝ good talk ─ ‹ rainy day. ›  ×┋❝ how do you plead? hot milky ─ ‹ jayli. › ×┋❝ longing for ─ ‹ desires. ›  ×┋❝ much appreciated! ─ ‹ keepsakes. › ×┋❝ you couldn't find your own ass with both hands ─ ‹ flynn. › ×┋❝ are you out of your goddamn mind? ─ ‹ rafe. › ×┋❝ i won't beg for your love; won't say please ─ ‹ trcstfunded. › ×┋❝ we know you're a badass and all ─ ‹ nadine. ›

#×┋❝ heir of drake ─ ‹ nate. › #×┋❝ we've come far ─ ‹ sam. › #×┋❝ last year's model ─ ‹ elena. › #×┋❝ i trust him; he's family ─ ‹ sully. › #×┋❝ re: dear brother ─ ‹ patronedsaint. › #×┋❝ marco! ─ ‹ self promo. › #×┋❝ perfect! ─ ‹ promo. › #×┋❝ important! ─ ‹ psa. › #×┋❝ coming at ya! ─ ‹ prompts. › #×┋❝ hymns ─ ‹ radio. › #×┋❝ the glamorous life of a treasure hunter ─ ‹ aesthetic. › #×┋❝ once a thief.. ─ ‹ 002. › #×┋❝ a normal life ─ ‹ 001. › #×┋❝ journal entries ─ ‹ isms. › #×┋❝ sorry pal; you're not my type ─ ‹ lazarevic. › #×┋❝ you never struck me for a flowers & chocolate type of girl ─ ‹ chloe. › #×┋❝ ah crap ─ ‹ ooc. › #×┋❝ missed calls ─ ‹ asks. › #×┋❝ out 'treasure hunting' ─ ‹ queue. › #×┋❝ re: anyone ever tell you you have a funny idea of romantic? ─ ‹ iintrepids. › #×┋❝ history has its eyes on you ─ ‹ headcanons. › #×┋❝ good talk ─ ‹ rainy day. › #×┋❝ how do you plead? hot milky ─ ‹ jayli. › #×┋❝ longing for ─ ‹ desires. › #×┋❝ much appreciated! ─ ‹ keepsakes. › #×┋❝ you couldn't find your own ass with both hands ─ ‹ flynn. › #×┋❝ are you out of your goddamn mind? ─ ‹ rafe. › #×┋❝ i won't beg for your love; won't say please ─ ‹ trcstfunded. › #×┋❝ we know you're a badass and all ─ ‹ nadine. ›

[gimme-mor]

ACOTAR FANDOM & FANDOM PURITY

Something I’ve been thinking about in the back of my head is the pushback that occurs in the ACOTAR fandom when -isms and other problematic behaviors are brought up. I got pushback when I rightfully called out the fandom’s blatant white feminism when it comes to Elain. And others have gotten pushback as well for rightfully calling out the fandom’s blatant ableism, racism, biphobia, perpetuation of rape myths, stereotyping, etc. So it makes you wonder: why is there so much pushback to addressing these issues when it’s clear that marginalized people in this fandom are facing interpersonal oppression (a form of oppression that happens in interactions between people where privileged individuals mistreat marginalized people)?

Fandom and Privilege

Fandom has long been shaped by and prioritized the needs/interests of white people and other privileged people first, while the needs/interests of marginalized people in fandom have taken a back seat. White people and other privileged people have made fandom spaces into their version of a “safe space”: a place where they can escape from reality; a place that exists in a vacuum. White people and other privileged people have bastardized the concept of safe space (a place where marginalized people are welcomed and accepted in an intolerant world) to be their escape from discussing social justice issues. To them, fandom is meant to be pure and shouldn’t be sullied with “real world issues” elsewise it would disrupt people’s fandom experiences. Not only is this a privileged mindset to have, but it promotes an “anything goes” type of mentality and enables white people and other privileged people to hide behind the implied expectation of fandom to perpetuate -isms and other problematic behaviors that are viewed unfavorably outside of it.

It’s as if there’s an implied sense of “we don’t talk about that here” with that being the real world issues (-isms and other problematic behaviors) that pervade fandom spaces elsewise fandom becomes yet another place where people have to confront their ignorance and biases. It’s as if marginalized people are expected to leave their marginalized identities at the door when they enter fandom spaces and expected to ignore/dismiss/endure interpersonal oppression for the benefit of white people and other privileged people.

Addressing Problematic Behaviors in Fandom

When marginalized people bring up these issues, they’re berated, ignored, and framed as not being able to take a joke, not knowing what “real oppression” is, or not knowing that “real oppression” can only happen outside of fandom spaces. You have white people and other privileged people telling marginalized people what they should and shouldn’t be offended by. You have white people and other privileged people lecturing marginalized people on the “inappropriateness” of bringing social justice issues into fandom spaces. The dismissal of -isms and other problematic behaviors being perpetuated in fandom spaces (1) downplays their impact on marginalized people, (2) tells marginalized people that their concerns aren’t valid to effect change in these spaces, and (3) makes people comfortable with ignoring situations when they take place.

White people and other privileged people in fandom don’t recognize (or don’t care to recognize) the role they play in making fandom hostile places for marginalized people. And it doesn’t help when marginalized people who have internalized their oppression seek to invalidate/downplay the fandom experiences of other marginalized people as well. Essentially, white people, other privileged people, and people who have internalized their oppression prevent hard conversations from being had in fandom spaces.

ACOTAR Fandom and Pushback

Although the ACOTAR fandom is made up of different types of people, it doesn’t change the fact that this fandom is dominated by white people, particularly white women, on top of people who have privileges outside of their race/ethnicity. As a result, the concerns of marginalized people in this fandom go unheard, which ties back to the overall implied expectation of fandom. The current problem with the ACOTAR fandom is that some people in this fandom are unable to differentiate arguments in favor of a ship from arguments that call out the problematic things being said to prop up one ship over another. Because of this toxic ship war, everyone is in defense mode and takes constructive criticism (calling out -isms and other problematic behaviors used in fandom arguments) about the implications of fandom arguments as shipping slights since the fandom is currently fixated on ships.

There’s this fallacy in the fandom that people who speak up about these problematic issues are making “outrageous comparisons” between what happens in the fandom and what happens outside of fandom. That “real oppression” can only happen outside of the fandom. That calling out these problematic behaviors is inherently connected to a shipping agenda. It’s as if these people only consider institutional oppression as the sole form of oppression; they forget that interpersonal oppression is also a form of oppression and can take place at any time and is just as damaging whether it happens in person or online.

It seems that some people in the ACOTAR fandom have a hard time understanding that the problematic things they perpetuate in the fandom are not separate from the problematic things they perpetuate outside of this fandom. They have a hard time understanding that their problematic fandom behaviors are a reflection of their personal biases. I think these people don’t want to admit that they have biases because to have biases in today’s social climate is deemed wrong so they’re trying to cast blame in every direction except their own. The thing is everyone has biases including the people who speak up about social justice issues, but what matters is a willingness to recognize the harm that’s been done, accept it, and do better moving forward.

#acotar fandom #gimme meta

[bookofmirth]

Heyooo!!! Good morning!

I read another theory that the reason behind Az's shadows dancing and singing to Gwyn is that she has dark powers and nothing else. And the shadows(dark) are attracted to dark. And that the shadows are afraid of light, love, and happiness that's why they disappear from Mor and E/ain. Because they are so called Az's "light, love, and happiness". WTF? 🤭🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Is this why the shadows still appear when Azriel is with Cassian, Nesta, Lucien, Feyre, Rhys, Amren, Eris and his brothers, the High Lords, and everyone else, BECAUSE THEY HAVE DARK POWERS and they are not his light, love, and happiness??? 😂😂😂

These are so hilarious. I can't even fathom it.😂😂

Although one thing is for sure. The shadows NEVER ONCE DESCRIBED TO DANCE and SING with anyone else, EXCEPT. FOR. GWYN.

And that could be on mate-ism.

Heyoooooo what the fuck!

isn’t Gwyn a lightsinger??? I’m so confused. Wasn’t the whole thing that Elain is the light to his dark? Why would his shadows avoid love, light, and happiness? Like I’d agree that he avoids those things in general because he doesn’t think he deserves them, he sees them as untouchable and like he cannot sully them. Them being Mor and Elain. And that’s a problem.

People aren’t “love light and happiness” personified, and putting that on anyone is exactly Azriel’s problem. Other people can’t change his shit for him. Elain is not a freaking replacement for his shadows?? She’s not an emotional slot machine.

The inconsistency in analysis is really what gets me. Pretending like Lucien doesn’t exist, or like Mor doesn’t exist, or hell even like Grayson doesn’t exist!!!

I haven’t seen this theory but idk that’s what I have to say.

I like mate-ism though. I’m gonna borrow that.

#antielriel #acotar #azriel #ask #anon #gwyn

[riseandshinelittleblossom]

Meet the Beaumonts: When Maxwell Married Stephanie

This is yet another installment of the Cordonians Gone Wild AU created by @ao719 @cocomaxley @leelee10898 and @speedyoperarascalparty . Thanks for letting me join in on the fun, chickas!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the TRR characters, they own me.

Tag list: @fullbeaumonty @annekebbphotography @carabeth @stopforamoment @zaffrenotes @editboutique @moneyfordiamonds @give-me-ernest-sinclaire @3pawandme @ooo-barff-ooo @tornbetween2loves @choiceslife@ownworldresident @perfectprofessorherokid @wannabemc2 @enmchoices

      Stephanie smoothed the rainbow-colored tulle of her mid-thigh length skirt, checking her reflection in the mirror. She adjusted the deep blue, sequined bust of the dress before reaching for her lipstick.  

     “You look fantastic, Rosebud.” Maxwell said utterly enthralled with the woman before him.

   She peeked up into his eyes in his reflection in the mirror.

    “Wedding colors and House Beaumont colors. You outdid yourself with this dress, Hun.”

   Her fiance rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Well it helps that you could make a potato sack look sexy.”

     She spun to face him, stepping on tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. His hands gripped her waist and he placed a chaste kiss to her mouth. He felt a smile bloom against his lips as a snicker fell from the love of his life.

   “You look pretty spectacular yourself, Baby.”

    Stephanie adjusted his tie and brushed off his shoulders. “I don't know why you bother with a jacket, though. They never last the whole event because you hate them.”

  “Yeah, well. I have to try hard to look good enough to be on your arm, Red. Shall we?” Maxwell extended his arm and she took it, draping her hand in the bend of his elbow.

           They entered the ballroom of the Ramsford estate, greeting guests as they headed towards the dais, grabbing champagne flutes along the way.

    Bertrand and Savannah stood arm in arm on the raised platform, their own toasting glasses in hand. The Duke of Ramsford cleared his throat as his wife handed him a microphone.

     “We'd like to thank you all for joining us for my little brother's rehearsal dinner. Savannah and I are overjoyed to be welcoming the lady Stephanie Scott into our family tomorrow. Please enjoy yourselves and do make sure to offer proper salutations to the bride and groom.”

      A few hours later Stephanie found herself with Gen and Alicia near the dessert table.

    “You called it with the jacket, Stef. I guess it must be hard to move like that in one.” Alicia laughed, gesturing towards Maxwell as he grooved out on the dance floor.

    Stephanie glanced in the direction her friend had pointed to find her fiance, devoid of blazer with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “Yep that's my Maxie.”

    She beamed as she noticed Countess Madeline and Lady Kiara at a table nearby.

Knowing that the two bitter women were almost always trying to plot against Alicia and Pam, she edged a little closer to them, straining her ears against the absurdly loud music to eavesdrop.

       “It's really very sad if you ask me, the nose dive this once prestigious house took when Duke Barthelemy and Duchess Renee died.” Madeline sneered.

     “Oui. House Beaumont was once one of the most revered houses in Cordonia and now they've only sullied their name by Bertrand marrying a commoner.” Kiara agreed.

  “And now the spare is following suit. And even worse, she's an American commoner. Maxwell's parents are likely rolling in their graves over his choice of a wife. Rest their souls.”

      Stephanie gulped, her face going pale.

   “Stef, are you okay?” Gen asked placing a hand on her friend's forearm.

   “I…. I feel dizzy. Excuse me.” She replied as her world started spinning. She sat her champagne flute down and headed towards the nearest door.

      She staggered into the the hallway collapsing into the wall. She pressed her back firmly against it, sliding into a sitting position, gently hugging her knees.

    Stephanie's nostrils flared as her chest heaved, her breathing coming in short spurts through her nose.

   Pam and Drake appeared in the hallway. He was adjusting his tie as Pam pawed at her hair, trying to smooth it back into place.

    “Stephanie, oh my God!” The brunette woman rushed over placing her hands on her friend's shoulders.

    Stephanie blinked furiously, trying to focus on Pam.

   “Drake, go get Maxwell. She's having a panic attack.” She instructed. Drake raced into the ballroom.

  “That's it, honey. Breathe. Max is coming.”

      A few moments later Maxwell came flying out of the ballroom with Alicia and Anitah on his heels.

    “Rosebud! What happened?!” He shouted kneeling to take Pam's place in front of his fiance. He gingerly cradled her face in his sizeable hands, his eyes darting back and forth between hers.

    Just the sight of him calmed her by measures, but her breathing was still erratic. “M...Madeline…” she squeaked out.

   “Sssshhhh. Don't try to talk, Sweetheart. Just focus on me.” Maxwell told her calmly.

  Alicia began removing her dangle diamond earrings, promptly handing them to Anitah.

   “Brooklyn?” The queen asked and Alicia nodded before stalking into the ballroom, her skirt swept up in her arm.

    Stomping up to Madeline, she cocked her fist delivering a swift right hook to the Countess’ nose.

     Madeline fell from her chair and Alicia stepped over the crumpled woman. “Listen now and listen good. I've had enough of your shit. You stay away from Stephanie. Do you hear me?” She pointed at the blonde on the floor who nodded swiftly.

    “That goes for you too, bitch.” She huffed at Kiara.

     Back in the hallway, Stephanie's breathing was almost back to normal and Maxwell helped her up, pulling her protectively into his arm. “I'm going to take her to bed. Anitah will you let B know what happened?”

    “Of course.” Anitah replied.

        The couple slowed as they approached Stephanie's estate room. She looked up at Maxwell with puffy eyes and tear-stricken cheeks.

     “Are you okay, Rosebud?” He asked, his thumb gently caressing her face.

    “I am now. I'm so sorry, Hun. I don't know what came over me. I just got so overwhelmed…”

    Max placed a finger over her lips. “It's fine, Red. As long as you're okay now that's all I care about.”

     Stephanie looked deep into his eyes searching for any hint of disappointment. Finding none, she wrapped her arms around his waist. She pulled him tight against her, breathing in his familiar scent. Maxwell always smelled like chocolates and coffee, and she sighed delightfully into his chest.

    When they finally parted, Maxwell leaned in slowly. Just before his lips met hers she turned away, his kiss landing on her cheek. He didn't move at first except to lean away a little, his mouth still puckered a moment before it fell into a frown.

   “Did I...did I do something wrong?” He asked, brows furrowing.

   “No.” Stephanie began her gaze still averted. “It's bad luck before the wedding.”

  “Well I've never heard that a kiss was bad luck. Just the spending the night together. Is that an American thing?”

  She winced at his words, hoping he didn't notice. American thing.

    She looked back up at him. The concern on his face was breaking her heart, so she smiled warmly.

   “I'm just tired is all. I'm worn slap out.” She forced a chuckle, but he grinned in response and that was what she wanted to see.

  “I love your southern-isms, Rosebud. Well I guess I'll let you get to bed then.” He planted a kiss to the crown of her head and slowly turned her door knob.

   “Good night, Maxie.”

  “Oh it's going to be the best night because tomorrow I'm going to marry the girl of my dreams...but like in real life.” He winked as she chuckled stepping inside.

   “I love you, Maxwell Beaumont.”

  “I love you too, Stephanie Scott. I already can't wait to see you tomorrow.”

     The next morning the squad and Savannah all gathered in the bridal ready room positioned just off of the boutique.  Stephanie's gown stood, all by itself, in the corner. She stepped over to it, admiring the craftsmanship of Ana de Luca.

      It was a strapless dress with a white, corset-style bodice. Stephanie ran her fingers over the rainbow colored jeweled detail just below the breast. As her hands continued to dance further down the dress to the multi colored layers of tulle creating the skirt, she drew in a deep breath and tugged her floral print robe closer to her body.

    Every piece of her was ready to meet Maxwell at the altar and become his wife. Every piece but one.

     A nagging, irksome feeling in the pit of her stomach kept replaying the Countess’ words over and over again.

     “...even worse she's an American commoner.”

    “Well we're all dressed.” Alicia began, drawing Stephanie from her trance. She turned to face her bridesmaids, each wearing a different color of the rainbow.

    Alicia was in royal blue, Savannah in a vibrant yellow, Genevieve wore hot pink, Pam a deep plum, and Anitah in a Kelly green. Each was a vision in her respective dress; Stephanie's childhood vision of her special day.

    “Now let's get you in that thing. It's going to take all of us.” Pam mused pointing at the wedding gown.

   The bride stood before the floor length mirror, her ginger hair pinned half up, the rest flowing down her shoulders in loose, beachy waves.

    “So you have your something old.” Savannah stated, draping their grandmother's antique pearls around Stephanie's neck and clasping them.

   “ Your something new. From Rashad's dad.” Gen held up a pair of freshwater pearl earrings.

     “They're lovely, Gen. Please thank Demetrius for me.”

   “And something blue…” Alicia finished, wrapping a blue handkerchief embroidered with House Beaumont's crest around the handle of the bridal bouquet. “Now we just need to find you something borrowed.”

   “ I think I can help with that, actually.” Anitah said. She reached into her bag and pulled out a box, opening it to reveal a simple silver tone tiara adorned with Crystal and pearls.

   “It's from my royal collection. It'll match your heirloom pearls nicely and I think every woman should feel like a queen on her wedding day.”

    The monarch smirked as Stephanie's eyes went wide. She stepped up, adding the tiara to the crown of Stephanie's head, careful not to jostle her hair.

   “Oh Anitah!” The bride began whirling to peer into the mirror once more. “It's beautiful. How can I ever thank you?”

   “Just knock em dead out there. Seeing you look your best as you marry one of my best friends will be thanks enough for me.” The queen shrugged.

       Stephanie studied herself in the mirror. The woman staring back at her , wrapped in all the trappings of a noble wedding, looked nothing at all like herself. Suddenly she felt dizzy again. She couldn't shake the feeling that this was a mistake.

     Not because she didn't love Maxwell. She did. More than anything; But seeing herself so dressed up only drove home the point that she didn't belong here on his arm.

    And the others are court, people that were important in Maxwell's country, they were taking notice.

    How could she ruin his House like this? Certainly she couldn't change the fact that his brother had married her cousin. The ladies at court would probably always gossip about Savannah, but at least she was a Cordonian.

     … Maxwell's parents are likely rolling in their graves over his choice of a wife….

     “I... I need to talk to Maxwell. Now. Right now!” Stephanie declared stepping away from the mirror. Her bridesmaids shared a concerned look.

    “Stef, it's almost time to start. Drake will be here any second to walk you down the aisle. Max is probably already at the altar-” Pam tried to reason.

    “I don't care what time the invitation says! Max and I are the ones getting married! What are they gonna do? Start without us?” Stephanie snapped.

      Alicia's eyes went wide as she mouthed “okay…” turning to face Pam.

     “I'm sorry you guys, I'm not trying to yell, I just...I really have to talk to him. Now. It can't wait.” Stephanie pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

   Gen nodded. “Okay, but you can't see him before the wedding it's bad luck. So stand right here and me and Nitah will go and get him.”

     The ladies ushered Stephanie to the wall just next to the door jamb. She leaned against it, her head falling back to rest upon it as well as she sighed loudly.

     A few moments later they returned.

    “He's right outside.”Gen told her, a small giggle escaping her lips. “Funny. He's standing just like that.”

     Stephanie's eyes met Genevieve's, silently thanking her for honoring her crazy request.

   “Okay, we'll give you guys some privacy.” Pam stated ushering everyone out. She paused in the doorway and said, “we'll be waiting in the vestibule. And no peeking you two.”

    Once everyone was gone, Stephanie asked, “Maxwell?”

     “I'm here. Is everything okay, Rosebud?”

    She could hear the subtle anxiety in his voice and she closed her eyes as her heart sank. She slid down the wall, the fabric of her wedding gown catching slightly as she did.

   There was a faint scraping against the other side of the wall indicating that her soon-to-be husband had done the same. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Maxwell's familiar, large hand reach around the corner, palm pointed skyward.

    She smiled to herself, lacing her fingers in his. Her hand suddenly looked so naked since she had removed her Sapphire and diamond engagement ring for the ceremony.

     “I've just been thinking...we met seven months ago. Seven months. There are still so many things...and today we're getting married.”

   She looked down at the multicolored tulle skirt of her gown, rolling the fabric between her unoccupied hand.

     “Somehow you don't sound so sure about that, Red. Are we...are we getting married today?” Maxwell's voice was calm now, even and understanding.

    “I love you so much, Max. I can't imagine my life without you, But this is a huge step. I guess I just wanted to..ya know? Give you an out. If you want one. It's just us here, so we can do this quietly-”

   “Stephanie, why would I want an out? You're my soulmate.” He interrupted gently squeezing her hand.

   “Look… I don't fit in here, Maxwell. I'm not made for all of the pomp and circumstance. The fancy parties and the opulence. I mean one of your best friends is literally a queen. I grew up on a farm in Texas. You're nobility. I can't compete and I can't keep up. And most of all, I know I'm not good enough. I just don’t wanna make you look bad.” Stephanie mused, her voice cracking.

    From his place in the hallway Maxwell shook his head, wiping his hand down his face before nervously wetting his lips.

     “What brought this on? Have you been just stewing in this? Stef...I love you and you love me, the real me. That's all there is to it. I don't care about all of the other stuff.”

     “I overheard some ladies at our rehearsal dinner talking about how first Bertrand married below his station and now you were doing the same thing and how your parents would be so disappointed. I don't know.”

    Maxwell pulled her hand further into the doorway. She could just make out the ends of his messy chocolate hair and the tip of his slightly upturned nose as he brought the back of her hand to his lips. He lingered there for a long moment, his breath warm against her fingers.

     Finally he said, “ If you don't want to do this, I can't make you. It'll kill me to let you go, Stephanie; but I will gladly do that if that's what you want. I'd do anything for you, even break my own heart. I just want you to be deliriously happy, Rosebud. No matter what it takes. So I'll tell ya what I'm going to do. I'm going to head out there,  to the altar, and I'm going to marry you, if you'll still have me. I don't care what anyone else thinks. I just want to be your husband, because I love you and I know that this type of love only happens once in a lifetime.”

   Maxwell pressed his lips to her hand once more before standing. He brushed off his slacks before adding, “ I really hope you'll meet me out there. I can't wait to see you in that gorgeous gown, baby.”

     Stephanie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was still silently begging her tears not to fall when Drake appeared in the doorway.

     “There you are. Let's go get you married, Beaumont.” He grinned.

#cordonians gone wild AU #cgw au #trr fanfic #maxwell x stephanie #maxwell beaumont #drake walker #riseandshinelittleblossomfic

[roseate7]

Any words of consolation about what’s probably going to happen tonight? It hurts so much and it hasn’t even happened yet. You seem to have good perspective and I could use some.

I’ll answer this one because it’s very sweet and must’ve come in right before I switched anon off.

I can very easily and confidently say to you that this indeed shall pass, because unlike many a swift rout in which a team and fanbase must cast about in bewilderment for what went wrong, the enemy has shown himself and it is within. For all that the superstars were gassed with overwork by the time the playoffs arrived, and for all that the eventual lineup were too bewildered to pull out a cohesive performance by the end, the man responsible for all of this - and I mean all - is Jim Rutherford.

A lot of folks understandably held out on my level of bolshiness toward him this year, but from day one of this playoffs series the truth of the entire season’s mess and muddle and hasty plastering-over had shown itself in rapidly coming undone beneath playoffs pressure. And he’d done the same botched jobs before in Carolina.

I know most folks don’t agree with me on this point especially but the Hags trade set the tone of Rutherford losing the team’s confidence in him entirely. The bulk of the work was done then. His “point was made” but the point was both a misfire and an eventual backfire. But whatever difficulties the Pens had at the start of the season, we only ever got to see them just beginning to repair the longer the team got to bond and gel… only for trigger-happy-trader Jim to come and throw it all into disarray again.

There’s no way of ever knowing which of the trades were truly any better because there was no time the crucial identity to be formed with any of them. He lucked the fuck out with the Florida trade, but what good are two solid players in isolation on a disjointed team they barely know and may not even stay with past the summer? Where is the hunger and fight for them? To lift a Cup with men they’ve known a matter of months? They’re not Black Aces, they’re key players who felt rushed in and did their best which is honestly a waste of talent in the end. Certainly no way to form that team identity. All it did was help keep the Pens on life support.

That’s the theme of Rutherford losing this season: what good are solid players in isolation? Do they make a defense? Do they create goals? Do they give his superstars space to work while leaving the speed up to the younger and lighter, or even just faster…. oh yeah those are all gone. So, no. No they don’t. They add up to a first round sweep and have done ever since the late fall.

It might seem like strange comfort to know that the season was ultimately jeapordized by a man who we can only see the back of if pressure mounts outside and in, but ironically when you look at all of the good that he has wasted in either neglect or over-work, it is reassurance.

Because it’s very good to know that the Pens have a core on the other side of thirty who are hitting and breaking franchise and league records and are still able to overcome major mid-season injury and reignite the team’s playoffs hopes. They’re not the Hawks or the Kings. Their core leave ample cap space in their salaries and more importantly, the problems aren’t scattered all over the locker room and the coaching and the management. It’s down to one man getting into a job using more talented colleagues and then reverting to type once left to his own devices. Hell, even Sully being out-coached wouldn’t have led to a first round exit if the team had formed the kind of identity and drive that it should have. 87/71 can lead a motley crew of a roster to the second round just fine, so long as they can get to know them before March.

And 87/71 being what they are - an isolated and rare organism - and having veteran status, none of the past two seasons will be allowed to remain when they return to Pittsburgh in the fall. They’ve proven how fearless they are in doing what is right for their team and that they’ll run up against any level of front office to fight for glory again. Hell, just look at Geno’s post-games after tonight! He is already planning on the upturn of all they’ve settled into that doesn’t work. I truly do not think Rutherford has the clout, especially after these past two years on his own, to stand up to what those two want. They’ve got the ear of the owners far more than he has. I doubt he’ll be gotten rid of, but his workload could easily become much ‘lighter’ and the purse strings taken out of his hands.

From my hockey perspective, this exit honestly feels like a logical turn in direction for a team who have needed to be wrestled out of the jaws of victory rather than the other way round for most of one dynasty. The years between 2009 and 2016 were such twists and turns, and they’ve all faded into normal and natural lows and suffering that happen to absolutely every club - especially to ones who have had success so frequently. The past two seasons aren’t at all unusual for a much older club whose legs have largely never bounced back from a gruelling back-to-back and an unbroken succession of playoff appearances.

All of Rutherford’s botched work needs to be either undone or removed. I’m sorry folks, I know it’s extremely unlikely and most don’t agree with me but getting Hags back would restore heart and identity to a team that couldn’t bear to have lost it in the first place. But even if not him, then a team assembled and left to actually find itself next season. I’m also not convinced that dropping Horny makes sense, it feels way too much like the overly-reactionary trades of the entire season and yet more loss of identity. Bringing in youth and speed is doable without disintegrating the core even more. We all love Olli but he’s sadly become disposable (I don’t really know why) and I say it’s far wiser to shift a younger player who is already showing signs of slowing than a teammate who brings much needed heart to the locker room.

Anyway, all of this can be done. There is now time, room and with intelligence there can be money. Geno will rest and clear his head and be Russian and Miamian for a while, Sid will go off with trainers like last summer, and they’ll both return of one mind: to never, ever allow their ship to be steered so wildly off course ever again.

So when it comes to the pain, the bitterness, the feeling of desolation and confusion of tonight I really can promise you this will be a kinder loss in the long run. It didn’t drag on, it was against a team who had the jump and the desperation on the Pens, and there were no cruel twists of the knife to age-old wounds. The Isles were better and wanted the win more and they won. It’s clean, if still gutting.

I can say all of this because I was baptised by fire and blood into hockey. I saw Bloody Wednesday and I had seen the previous season’s lead-up to it, all of which is told best by Kris Draper himself. I saw hatred and cold-bloodedness and rage that transcended ‘just hockey’ between the Avs and Wings of those days. I can safely say that no one will ever experience transcendent agony and ecstasy of the like ever again because the sport is now more about... well, the sport, rather than the spectacle.

And as I soon realised, all that gnashing of teeth from the players represented the most pathetic side of a game that was already on it’s way to losing it’s audience precisely for a lack of substance. It all stopped being satisfying when the enforcers were no longer made invisible in their traumatized retirement and the gladiatorial was proven to be ultimately almost as fatal and cruel as the old coliseums. We all got sick of games halting for the latest wild man to do his bit and to have teams hoarding up talent in ways that even refs could tilt the balance in their favor so well. The rivalries are boring younger fans now that testosterone flare-ups no longer run the show, and instead look like weak distractions - or downright dangerous in ways that are no longer considered acceptable - from letting your hockey speak for itself.

And well, as Draper and Nick Lidstrom proved to me many years later when they both went belly-aching that a 21 year-old Sidney Crosby wasn’t prompt enough to shake Lidstrom’s hand after the 2009 final. I will always respect those guys as players, but hoo boy the irony of their childish sore loser attitude in calling Sid immature and unprofessional still looks terrible for two men who won four Cups in their time. Same with the fans and journalists who saw fit to bemoan this perceived slight from Sid due to nothing but sour grapes over the fair loss of yet another trophy to add to their groaning coffers. Especially targeting a kid charged with rescuing his sport and his franchise, who had returned to the Joe after a bitter disappointment the previous season, and at last gained the achievement that had been expected of him since he was between fourteen and sixteen.

For shame on two men I had witness do battle and perform so valiantly, even after some of the glory of their days had begun to tarnish, to gang up on a boy because their days of domination were fading. I still love those first seasons I watched, but I am glad the days are gone of two men knocking forty launching a PR campaign to damage the image of a kid only just realising the dream they had many times repeated themselves before he was even in the draft combine.

Why did I take that trip down memory lane, you could well ask if you’re still even reading this, anon???

Because while players like the 90s Red Wings represent the last of the old dynasties, the post-2004/5 lockout effects on hockey haven’t been felt in full effect really until the Penguins back-to-backs. You know, the team who won using speed and cohesion? The team who set the standard which all other teams were not-so-secretly rushing to copy? That was a core of existing champs who dictated their own identity and who had two leaders with their eyes wisely on the future-present style of hockey.

The Kings and Hawks days of glory had one foot very much in the past. They are both in different stages of trying to work out the puzzle of a league whose playing style has been flipped even more on it’s head in just the past three drafts. Forget McDavid: how does Mitch Marner weigh what he weighs and do what he does and bounce back up every time old-style defense tries to knock him down? How do you get more of those little nuggets of your own to find gaps and evade muscle and create chances? That’s the question the Pens already know they have to get back to answering as they had before.

But Jim Rutherford has fumbled his two years unsupervised, this is resoundingly true, and his old ‘grit and size’ tendencies are coming up against a Pens core who have far more knowledge of what it takes to return their team to being champions because they have seen the sea changes taking place in their franchise from day one.

Ol’ Jim’s can come and go. But Crosby and Malkin are neither petulant veterans who would moon about over their losses and angrily deflect onto the youngsters who beat them, nor are they superstars existing in a bubble and bemoaning the slow decline of their team after each short or non-existent post-season. Neither of them will mind handing over some depth work to speedier youngsters. Neither of them will mind adjusting their roles to accommodate the next generation of Pens, because it’s what they’ve been doing for a good few years now. No clashing of egos or sense of grudge over age and perceived superiority to stop these two from doing whatever it takes to keep the club on the right path.

The Pens will always have a shot at being champions so long as Sid and Geno are on the thrones in Pittsburgh. And the more they come into their age and embrace their sway over a franchise that knows it owes it’s existence to them both (even if fucking nobody else seems to remember that Geno’s throne sits in every way equal to Sid’s) the more chance there is for more Cups.

At the very least, and it’s still a wonderful least, seasons like this one will stand as nothing but a stark but isolated reminder of how close to disaster their ship has ever sailed.

I have absolutely no doubt that they know what to do in the wake of it, and I have no doubt that they would gladly fly in the face of front office if it meant a more harmonious locker room.

They’re two heroes who won’t complain about the young bucks coming in and the league changing around them, and trust me when I say Pens fans should take endless comfort in that, even in the toughest years. And the natural order of things in hockey absolutely dictates that you’ve gotta at least have some of those.

#inbox #lmao sorry for the fucking epic #wow do I talk a lot when it's late #Anonymous

[daleisgreat]

Merry Friggin’ Christmas

Happy December everyone and do you know what that means? It is time for the annual Christmas blog entry here. This year I am covering a 2014 film I discovered via snail mail Netflix a couple years ago that I enjoyed so much I tracked down the BluRay online and busted it out again this fine yuletide season. I am covering 2014’s Merry Friggin’ Christmas (trailer) which will also go down as one of Robin Williams’ final films as it released a few months after his tragic passing. Boyd (Joel McHale) wants to keep the spirit of Christmas alive in his family and wants just one last Christmas season for his son to maintain his innocent youthful love of believing in Santa. His Christmas cheer is challenged to new heights when his brother Nelson (Clark Duke) invites him back home to the family for Christmas in time for his son’s baptism. Boyd dreads the trip there because he has kept a distant relationship with his father, Virgil (Robin Williams) and the two waste no time at squabbling away throughout Christmas Eve but must put their differences aside when Boyd realizes he forgot his son’s presents back home a few hours away and now must do an all-night overnight drive to get back in time Christmas morning with the precious cargo.

I immediately fell in love with this film for telling the dysfunctional family story of trying to get everyone under one roof, rivalries and everything, all in the name of Christmas. I identified with many elements in Merry Friggin’ Christmas for having the chaotic family holidays and throughout it I could not help but resonate with many themes for parents going out of their way to make sure their children get their ‘Santa’ gift. In my GameBoy retrospective earlier this year I lamented how I accidentally broke my GameBoy a few days after getting it for Christmas and how my folks did not have to, but they went above and beyond and bought another GameBoy despite my 10-year old goofball mistake. Merry Friggin’ Christmas has plenty of entertaining bickering throughout with all members of the family. Even when Boyd and his father have to drive back home to get Boyd’s gifts for his son the two do not skip a beat at taking potshots at each other. There are some fleeting moments of hope after a kind exchange with Boyd and his dad while taking a pit stop at the gas station, but quicker than a bathroom break they are right back breathing down each other’s necks. Eventually Nelson gets in the mix too, and I have to admit until this film I was never a huge fan of Clark Duke, but the way he was written and how Duke pulled off Nelson’s bouts of PTSD acting up whenever the family succumbed to discourse resulted in Clark winning me over! Bravo to Phil Johnston for the wonderful script! There were a few clips I wanted to link to throughout this entry, but the only clip I can find on YouTube is Nelson phoning home during the road trip in not-so-desirable quality, so enjoy!

Throughout Boyd & Virgil’s drive there are a couple other subplots with the rest of the family back home. Both Boyd & Virgil’s wives (Candice Bergen & Lauren Graham) spend the night worrying about their spouses until progressively drinking their troubles away reminiscing about the past. I found this angle both hilarious and worrisome because Merry Friggin’ Christmas points out several times Virgil’s past problems with alcoholi-ism. Another alcohol related theme throughout the movie that has a delightful payoff was how Virgil encouraged his grandkids to leave Bourbon out for Santa instead of milk. The grandkids have their own subplot too getting into all kinds of mischief in the wee hours of the night with the highlight being trippy nightmares from eating a whole jar of pickles canned in 1973. There are not that many extras on the BluRay, though that may be due to a third party Amazon seller not disclosing they were selling the Canadian version to me that does not even have subtitles. It does however have nearly a half hour of cast interviews going over the bullet points of the film with a lot of them also agreeing with the natural family discourse that transpires at Christmas gatherings. The highlight of the interviews though is when McHale & Williams are both interviewed and go on a five minute spontaneous improve bit mixing in their one-of-a-kind comedy while somehow keeping it related to hyping up the film.

This re-watch marked the first time mixing in Merry Friggin’ Christmas in my rotation of Christmas movie to watch during the season. It is a bittersweet watch knowing it is one of Williams’ final films, but also simultaneously wonderful with Williams still being on top of his game here, especially in some powerful moments where Boyd & Virgil are at their zenith of their bickering and when they eventually reconcile. A few days ago I caught Christmas Vacation at our local theater that will occasionally showcase older films and Merry Friggin’ Christmas is the perfect contemporary take of that film and is essential holiday viewing for everyone! For more past Christmas film coverage, click here! Other Random Backlog Movie Blogs 3 12 Angry Men (1957) 12 Rounds 3: Lockdown 21 Jump Street The Accountant Angry Video Game Nerd: The Movie Atari: Game Over The Avengers: Age of Ultron The Avengers: Infinity War Batman: The Killing Joke Batman: Mask of the Phantasm Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice Bounty Hunters Cabin in the Woods Captain America: Civil War Captain America: The First Avenger Captain America: The Winter Soldier Christmas Eve Clash of the Titans (1981) Clint Eastwood 11-pack Special The Condemned 2 Countdown Creed Deck the Halls Detroit Rock City Die Hard Dredd The Eliminators The Equalizer Dirty Work Faster Fast and Furious I-VIII Field of Dreams Fight Club The Fighter For Love of the Game Good Will Hunting Gravity Guardians of the Galaxy Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 Hercules: Reborn Hitman Indiana Jones 1-4 Ink The Interrogation Interstellar Jobs Joy Ride 1-3 Major League Man of Steel Man on the Moon Man vs Snake Marine 3-6 Metallica: Some Kind of Monster Mortal Kombat National Treasure National Treasure: Book of Secrets The Replacements Reservoir Dogs Rocky I-VII Running Films Part 1 Running Films Part 2 San Andreas ScoobyDoo Wrestlemania Mystery The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Shoot em Up Slacker Skyscraper Small Town Santa Steve Jobs Source Code Star Trek I-XIII Sully Take Me Home Tonight TMNT The Tooth Fairy 1 & 2 UHF Veronica Mars Vision Quest The War Wild Wonder Woman The Wrestler (2008) X-Men: Apocalypse X-Men: Days of Future Past

#random movie #christmas films #robin williams #joel mchale #merry friggin christmas #clark duke #oliver platt #candice bergen #lauren graham

[dokkabaiii]

I am upset about Sulli's death and the fact that she committed suicide just makes me furious at the people who give her hate and even though I am not a fan or never heard her music I'm just angry about how these people treated her. You shouldn't treat idols this way, they have feelings and they are human as well so treat them like one. Ive even heard that in a live stream she said "I'm not a bad person" which just breaks my heart and she literally said that se*ism and ra*ism are the things she hates the most yet people call her a attention wh*re and sat that she failed as a grown woman. Sulli did not fail, she was successful in her career and the only thing that made her fail was all the hate she got for no reason, she never deserved it. Now, please don't do this to idols- heck- don't do this to anybody we all have feelings and we're all humans and should treat each other the same whether on the internet or not. If any of you guys are struggling with something or having a bad time right now or just going through a lot please don't give up on yourself and try talking to someone please, please dont give up on yourself.

#kpop #Sulli #tw suicide #tw death #psa

[peacefulrestvalley]

Thoughts on Dream Daddy as I play

Mat looks like he 1000% belongs at that coffee shop. If we date, I don't want to take him anywhere else for fear or sullying his image. However, his random vocals are bordering on Amanda-isms. But he sprouted hearts when I ordered Iced Teagan and Sara, so I will try not to hold it against him too much. I do, however, hold it against my dadself for not knowing who Teagan and Sara were. Still, Mat didn't have to hate my Grateful 🍌 Bread, suggestion which sounded way better than the other suggestions. I just don't know where we stand, Mat, if you don't like the Grateful Dead as well. Joseph just barged into my house with cookies, setting the bar high for gracious neighborly conduct. Damn him. He is vocal, but his voice is more pleasing and fits in better than just random grunts. Amanda is doing better with her vocals as long as she is not the only one grunt and huhing. She is slowly on her way back to being my favorite daughter again. As far as voices go, either Craig is all right to listen to, or I'm slowly getting used to the whole jarring vocals thing. It's nice that my Dadsona has a buddy from his college days! Robert is just the guy I expect would hang out in an awesome dive bar. Also my Dadsona is having whisky shots after a beer, and I can tell you from experience that this will be a VERY BAD THING, especially since he has to meet Amanda's teacher tomorrow. Robert is either quiet, has his vocals nicely paced, or I really am just getting used to this. Robert didn't seem to like his tattoo being mentioned, which I feel like is just the start of my bad decisions of the night. (...And by bad decisions I mean AWESOME decisions because I totally slept with him. I'm shameless like that.) Bad Dad achievement... ✔

#spoilers #dream daddy

[cordiibus]

#( sully isms. ) #( this is ... him snbsjs ) #( poppy & sully. ) #( nova & sully. ) #( replace baseball with volleyball snbd ) #( q. )

[noithatgino]

POVERTY TOURISM: WHY IT’S NOT AS UGLY AS IT SOUNDS

Last week I read The Case Against Sharing, a post on Medium that mentions Airbnb, Lyft and similar services like Sharing Big Sharing. The phrase immediately advanced my hackles.

It drips with cynicism, takes something really pretty and reduces it to something lifeless: a company medium that exists only to make money. Share large Sullies real sharing phenomenon.

It implies that it is not a phenomenon as a meeting room strategy with the sole purpose of personal goods. For me, it illustrates how powerful an ugly term can be and how our reaction to it is.

This brings me to an equally ugly term: poor tourism.

Tourism poverty, tourism slum tourism, or poor ism on the sexy image of privileged children, though best intent, does more harm than good – as Pippa Biddle , a volunteer caught in this post. The terms evoke images of wealthy tourists having fun on their four-wheel-drive vehicle for a day to see the locals, all in a few hiccups on the gruesome picture in the magazine India Vogue a few years ago.

But here, the difficult thing: I don’t think poor tourism is all bad. I believe that in most cases, it provides understanding, empathy and a sense of opinion rarely achieved in the developed world.

I say this because now I would be a different person if I spent a month in Bangladesh when I was 13 years old. I will stick with what I have bought with money, I will spend more time on my problems and most likely I will give up my job to travel dust on the Pacific.

I will definitely contribute to great nonprofits like ERICi, as well as champion them for others. I think it’s safe to say that my experience at 13 has helped me a lot and, to a lesser extent, helped others.

POVERTY TOURISM

Most people I know who have seen extreme poverty can recall a moment that brought them all home. For me, he was watching one of the kids in the village – a kid I cursed, played, laughed at – dug through one of our trash bags and fished a bag of bread.

We give the local children whenever we can and from that point on, we also start to bury our sanitary products on the ground so that they no longer get in the way of leftovers. will be regained.

POVERTY TOURISM

Perhaps my experience is not to travel, every time I am with my family in my father’s childhood village, but the lessons I have learned elsewhere by many others.

I don’t believe a multifaceted experience can be chosen on a jeep tour through Mumbai’s slums or guided walks through Rio’s slums, but if you take the actual time to interacting with locals and learning about their lives, ‘poor tourism’ – as bad as it sounds – can enrich your life and others’.

Personally, meeting others with me is what I most expect. You see, there was a time – actually a very long time – that the only middle-class people I interacted with were my teachers at school.

From 4 years old to 18 years old, almost everyone I talk to is working class. Now, the tables have completely turned. All my friends and almost everyone I talk to are everyday educated and middle-class people.

Most of them are deeply knowledgeable and interesting, but we all worry about similar things, we feel indignant about similar things and fascinated by the same.

I want to meet people who live other lives who will change my perspective and perhaps mine. If that means spending time in a slum or a slum, that’s what I would do. It will probably change me again – but that’s the great thing about travel.

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