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gaykarstaagforever · 7 months

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Midsommar (2019)

Too bad it's Midsommar and not S-tier Sommar, amirite??

That's unfair. It's better than that. Barely.

This is my first A24 movie. I expected more of a creepy arthouse vibe. Instead I kept having flashbacks to 2017's The Ritual, another movie with an interesting central conceit that undercut it with too many "shocking" set pieces. This movie is better than that one, but they certainly share the same ineffective vibe.

It's just too goofy. I spent half the movie laughing at either the sheer ridiculousness of whatever was going on, or where I guessed they were taking things. And I was always right. This feels like a screenplay I wrote 10 years ago and then went, "Eh. This has sort of gotten away from me. It's just kind of stupid now."

The production design and cast are good, and I like the score. It is a competent Hollywood-style movie. And as a gratuitous B-movie, it is okay. It is about a half-hour too long because it is paced like a bad conversation; it has to beat us in the face with a mallet (ho, ho!) to make sure we pick up every point, I guess because it thinks we're stupid? Or whoever wrote it was on Adderall and just couldn't let any scene go without triple-confirming to themselves whatever point was being made. Either way, it doesn't let anything breathe. And that is only bearable because so much of this is, again, very goofy. There isn't much to "get."

There are video essays and articles "explaining" this movie. ...To whom? Why? What the hell did you miss, that the movie didn't laboriously point out to you? I am kind of shocked that someone watched this and was like, "That was over my head. These scenes should have been longer, with more ham-fisted allegorical layering."

I'm making it sound worse than it is. But it also is what it is. And what it is, is a movie by people who said, "Wicker Man was good and creepy and killed just one guy. If we do like 9, that will be WAY scarier!" And they did that. And, of course, it isn't. Because you guys clearly missed the point of The Wicker Man.

I had thought to call this "Wes Anderson's Wicker Man," because Ari Aster certainly has stylistic things in common with Wes Anderson. But I feel like an actual Wes Anderson Wicker Man remake would have more to say about SOMETHING than Midsommar does.

Look. Straight monogamous people can make movies, too. I'm sure they have stuff to reflect on over there. I just don't appreciate whatever that is. Anything along those lines that I got from Midsommar do not paint these people or their world in a positive light. My final assessment on any message here is, "Man. Straight Americans are very lonely, and frustratingly weird and selfish about sex." And as I am an American, sure, we are indeed all that, I understand. But why go to all this trouble to say THAT?

Was that the intent? I doubt it.

Again. It's fine. It's a fun and funny B-movie, with good gore. It would have been better if it had really leaned into all that, because it is all the pretentions to profundity that fall flat.

Oh and the blood eagle? Really? What, is this a rule that any American movie about creepy Scandinavians has to show a guy flayed-out in a barn? You know that probably wasn't even a real thing they did, right? And you didn't even do anything interesting with it here.

I guess, in the end, we can take from this that, if you are invited to a thing that is a bunch of pretty white people in white robes, just get back in the car and leave. I know, you think you can get some fun out of it. But you won't. You never, ever will. Trust me.

Also. You idiots made we wait the ENTIRE movie for weird sex stuff...and THAT was it? That's all you had? That wasn't anything. Maybe some monacles popped in Nebraska churches over that. But give me a break. That wasn't worth anything. Especially not the deranged way Florence Pugh's character overreacts to it.

...I'm talking myself into liking this less. It's FINE. If you loved it, good for you.

You can have it.

#midsommar #a24 #movie review

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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We went ahead and took a look at the stupid s*** that my husband's talking about Rusty getting shot in the cheek and no it's not my husband and there's no analogy that works it's Tommy F again the spaz it's going to shoot him in the cheek and f****** little jerk and by the way there going off to LA and they're going to become Goonies and college kids or goolies that is and they're going to get their asses kicked by each other and they keep doing it it's over stuff even though they have these bases to consider. The Midwest is emptying they're pulling tons of stuff out of there and they say it's the lunch of s*** but we don't think so it's all happening right now they plan to strike tonight. And they went to strike in numbers and all over the world and at these desert basis it's mainly where the empire went they're also building their own bases where the others were and they're making them very large and we're building them there too we expect company as well and we're expecting company at the wall this is going to finish them off they don't have enough people to do this it won't be able to resist

Hera

I just see it's your song with her it's just saying finally not sure which way to say bye Florence will see us which is good for her and you and the more like will probably get wiped out which is good for you and her I'm kind of counting on them getting wiped out and it would be nice what a pain in the ass and if they start attacking we're going to use the shield on them wherever we want is it be attacking us and that's why they get hit

Mac

We can't believe you're still saying this yes we can we didn't really hit your bases and I guess we went after a stand and people like us and it was atrocious you made a mistake and we are figuring out people think that we were kind of stupid and he wrote this big article about it so we're not revels a lot of it he's probably correct but we have to carry on and we have bases that are on our property and really is making a Bart Simpson type noise but that's okay what do you say is I do see what you're saying try and get that annoying person out of there try and move them and evict them and so forth I mean you people are pain in the ass you live to bother me you're a f****** moron I got to tell you this is going to be awful he's got the same problem it's almost like he doesn't know he's so stupid it's in the middle of your life he's just going out there as you you can't even seem to find them and attack you as the other guy take your hardware and they've been doing for like years yeah I guess we watched and didn't think it was happening to us

Bja

This is awful someone's riding on us and it's nephilim they also stupid says you know you must be waiting somewhere maybe so I get this he knows about it not really losing but we are losing territory it's because of these jackasses holy s***** you dumb a****** stupid to attack us we're going to counter and wipe you out

Mac

We have to attack you consider that you're in our territory and no I'm not going to leave you the tobacco fields in my will Chris he says how about one tractor not dozer I don't think so. But I'll think about it. It's such an a****** we have tons of money and I'm probably going to get wiped out I supposed to give him like a few million dollars to give a s*** you can't seem to get on that same page over 40 Grand from the dump social security office this is so stupid

Bja

He's thinking right he thinks we have to get wiped out for that to happen and it's happening we're getting wiped out and they're saying they might get him money fairly soon once we're dead

Trump

Wow that's pitiful

Hera Zues

It certainly see this is pitiful these people are such jerks and assholes and she just wiped them out here too

Mac daddy

You have to do several movies tonight and we have a list going to list it pretty soon

Thor Freya

Olympus

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logicalstansadvice · 2 years

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How yall feel about the lack of promo for Sharper? // Streaming services notoriously suck at promoting their projects and Sharper is a small movie so I don't expect anything besides maybe a few zoom interviews and a couple of magzine articles.

I don't think Ghosted will get that much promo either since it's also going straight to streaming after a brief limited theatrical run. Apple is just using Cevans and Ana de Armas to create buzz and garner new subscribers for their platform. Btw, those Timothy Chamalet ads are so cringe 😂

Anon 2: I mean, Ghosted (with Cevans and Ana de Armas) will be released in April on AppleTV+ and they're already promoting it. // FWIW I watch YouTube daily and have seen zero promo for Ghosted and near daily promo for Sharper. The promo is for new mystery/thriller-type shows on AppleTV+ and Sharper is included with a couple others in the same promo.

Anon 3: CE and AdA are at another level of fame than Seb or even Julianne Moore or John Lithgow. Pam and Tommy was heavily promoted because of Pam and Tommy, not Seb and Lily. Sharper won't be advertised the same way. Sharper also seems to be a complex movie with a lot of twists that can't be put into salacious soundbites. I'm assuming they think it's a good movie if it's still got theater dates. So best guess is that most advertising will be simultaneous with reviews.

Anon 4: Total Film said Sharper has the most secretive press tour. So maybe it's kind of a strategy to stay low-key before it release? Because everyone can find the script on internet if they want to read.

Anon 5: it is with a24 but they're only a partner in this movie. in case you don't know apple tv is SHIT when it comes to promoting their movies. 🙄 i hate them so much. if you go to their account you'll notice most project they promote are this close 🤏🏽 to their premiere when they start promoting them. it's a stupid thing they always do.

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#logical stans advice #logicalstansadvice #opinion blog #sebastian stan #sharper #asks answered

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heyyyharry · 3 years

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Happier

(inspired by happier by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.4k

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Part 1: Drivers License

Part 2: Deja Vu

A/N: I edited the original lyrics to match the POV :)

Harry had come up with a thousand scenarios of how this day would play out. Actually, he’d been thinking of this day since the moment he’d received the news. He didn’t dare to hope that she’d say yes to coming back for a sequel. He’d been sure that they would write her character off, give a lame excuse for how his love interest could not make a return and make his character forget about her completely to move on with a new girl in town. It would have been great if it was that easy in real life. Once someone was written off the script, they were gone for good. Real-life relationships were not that simple. Goodbye didn’t mean ‘never see you again’. You would still share the same friend circle and social bubbles, and it was worse when you two worked in the same industry. Harry didn’t know how he’d lasted a year without running into her, not since the Grammys.

“Didn’t you two date?”

“No.” Harry shook his head, but his eyes stayed glued on Y/N from across the room. She wasn’t looking his way, too busy saying hello to everyone else. “No,” he repeated, more to himself than to his co-star. “We didn’t.”

“But she wrote an entire album about you,” said the other twin. What was her name again? Lulu?

“Luna!” cried her sister, Lex. “You can’t ask him that!”

“No, it’s okay,” Harry said with a tight smile, slightly annoyed by the blonde twins, but he didn’t want to seem like an ass on the first day of filming. “And I don’t know if it was for me. You should ask Y/N.”

“Ask me what?”

Harry flinched when he looked up and saw Y/N padding towards them. She hugged the twins, who seemed way too excited. Harry guessed they were Y/N’s fans. They gave off crazy fangirl vibes, probably just pretending not to know the drama to interrogate him. He couldn’t blame them for assuming he was the villain and definitely could not blame Y/N for portraying him as one. It was more important that he knew who he was and how much he had changed since his last relationship. Maybe they could finally be friends.

“Were they bothering you?” Y/N asked him once the twins had left.

Harry nodded. “They’re your friends?”

“Oh, I met them last year on tour. I’m surprised you don’t know them. They were on Disney.”

“I don’t watch Disney,” Harry admitted with a smile. “Well, not today’s Disney.”

“Understandable.” Y/N nodded and bit her lip. She seemed guarded with her straight back and hands hidden behind her. She eyed him up and down, quite subtle yet noticeable. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” he said, nodding slowly. “You?”

“Yeah, but mostly tired because of tour.”

“You’re done?”

“Yup, last night was the last show.”

“Nice.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Nice?”

Harry blinked. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” Y/N giggled. “You still sound very...you.”

“Well, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, you should. But it’s been a year so…I mean, you haven’t changed much.”

“Right,” he said lowly, his eyes falling to his feet. Harry supposed he should say something else, perhaps bringing up another random topic to discuss, but all he could think about was what had happened between them. Things had been messy, hadn’t they? How could they go back to before that? Before her first song about him. Before he’d chosen someone else over her.

Or he could talk about her new relationship. She’d been in a happy relationship for almost six months, right? No wait, hadn’t they broke up two weeks ago? He wasn’t sure because he hadn’t been catching up. If they’d broken up, he’d sound like an ass to even mention her ex’s name. He should just stay quiet.

“I’ll see you later?” she said, gesturing at her stylist who was waiting by the door.

Harry could ask her right now -- the reason she’d agreed to film the sequel to their first movie together. He’d heard from a very reliable source that she’d specifically asked her agent to decline any project that he was in. So did this mean they were good? That she didn’t hate him anymore? He could have gathered his courage and got the answer right then…

“Yeah, see you.”

...but he didn’t.

And so she gave him a smile and a little wave, then happily returned to her stylist.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N!”

“See you, Annie!” Y/N said as she put the rest of her things into her tote bag. Her new driver had got her schedule mixed up, and so she had to wait here for another half an hour. She was in no rush. It had been a light first day, and she’d had a fun time getting to know the new cast members and catching up with old friends.

She sat on the sofa in the lobby, legs crossed, texting her best friend about her day. She’d purposely left out the short off-screen conversation with Harry, and her best friend didn’t even bother to ask. In their world, he didn’t exist, and his name was censored in every conversation like a curse word that was even worse than ‘cunt’. Nevertheless, she didn’t hate him anymore. She was doing just fine on her own, being busy with her career, and she’d been in a happy relationship after her fall out with him.

She and the guy, a model, had broken up two weeks ago due to long distance and some differences that they could not change. They had ended on good terms and decided to stay friends. They said you could only stay friends with your ex when you still had feelings for each other, or you had never loved each other that much in the first place. For her, it was probably the latter. Her previous relationship had been more platonic than romantic, apparently. So she had nothing but the best to say about him.

As she was going through her camera roll, just reminiscing about the past, she heard footsteps approaching and looked up to find Harry. He offered a smile and gestured to the spot beside her on the sofa. “May I sit here? My ride is late.”

“Yeah, sure.” She hurriedly scooted over.

“Good job today,” he said. “You were great.”

“Thanks, so were you.” She smiled, and they both looked away at the same time. This was so awkward. She hated small talk. She’d never had to have small talk with Harry. Conversations with him used to be so easy and natural and silly. Whatever this was, it wasn’t them.

“Can we just be normal?”

At first, Y/N thought she’d been the one who’d said it, so when she realised it’d been Harry, she was speechless.

He swallowed and sat a bit straighter, still not looking at her. “I don’t want us to be weird and awkward.”

“Okay,” she said.

He cleared his throat. “Wanna try again?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, not to sound like an ass but when Joey kept forgetting his lines, I was so pissed off, I could throw a chair at the wall.”

“Right?!” exclaimed Y/N, feeling free to have finally broken out of her shell. “Like, he doesn’t even have many lines. I know he’s new but damn...you can’t get far if you don’t learn your goddamn lines.”

Harry shook with laughter. “Oh God, we sound like dicks, don’t we?”

“Maybe.” Y/N laughed, covering her mouth. “But you know what? We can’t be nice in this industry. It’s impossible.”

“Shhh, if someone heard this, we would be into big trouble.”

“Oh please, I’ve had worse articles written about me than ‘Y/N speaks facts about her lazy co-star’.”

Harry tossed his head back and cackled. “The worst one I’ve got this week was ‘Harry Styles hates therapists.’”

“What?!” Y/N gasped. “No way! That’s so stupid!”

“Right?” Harry rolled his eyes. “I could get all my therapists to speak up for me but I’m kinda immune to bullshit now.”

“Therapists? Like plural?”

“Yeah, one in every city.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Y/N rubbed her hands onto her legs. “Rough year?”

Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned back. “You have no idea.” Then he swept his hair out of his eyes, sucked in a breath, and finally looked at her. “I wish I could have talked to you, though.”

She bit her tongue, knowing what she was about to say next would disappoint her best friend so much, but she had to. “So do I.”

Harry looked taken aback before his lips curled into a smile. “It’s silly, isn’t it? I haven’t talked to you in a year, and I feel like I know everything that’s happened to you except that I don’t.”

What he’d just said might make no sense for most people, but Y/N knew exactly what he meant. She nodded and wetted her lip. “You only know as much as everyone else does.”

“Yeah, I got updates on you from the news and our friends.”

“Same.” Y/N smiled back. “I hate how they write articles about your new haircut but not mine.”

“I like your new hair colour.”

“Thanks. I like your new car.”

Then they both burst out laughing. It was fun and also a little bit strange that Y/N didn’t feel the same anxiety talking to him as she used to. It must be because they had grown and were now meeting again as better people.

“Damn, my ride's here,” Y/N said as she read the text from her driver. “I gotta go now.”

“Oh, okay.” Harry stood up and followed Y/N to the entrance. “Hey, just wondering--”

“Yeah?”

“Am I...am I still blocked?” He looked a bit flustered as she tilted her head and squinted her eyes. “On your phone. Because I remember you having my number blocked--”

“I unblocked you on your birthday.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” Y/N shrugged. “I should’ve sent you a happy birthday text but...I didn’t want your girlfriend to get the wrong ideas.”

“My ex.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They smiled at each other one last time before saying goodbye. Y/N knew it was silly, but she was hoping he would go after her.

Ding.

A notification popped up when she was in the car. She was almost home, and it was from Harry’s number. He’d sent her a link with a message that said, “Hope you like it :)”.

Curious, she tapped on it and was directed to an audio file titled ‘Track 5’. The upload date was last year. About two weeks after their short conversation at the Grammys.

Hurriedly, she fumbled inside her bag for her iPods and put it on before she pressed play.

“Hey, Jeff, I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this song. Listen and let me know if it should go on the album.”

Then came the piano intro. It sounded good, so Y/N wondered how it hadn’t ended up on his last album.

But when he started to sing...

We ended a while ago Your friends are mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more guy who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But he’s so nice, he’s so funny Does he mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

And does he tell you you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen? An eternal love bullshit he might not even mean Remember when you were with me I meant it when you heard it first from me

And now I'm pickin' him apart Like cuttin' him down will make you miss my wretched heart But he’s charming, he looks kind He probably gives you butterflies

I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy I wish you all the best, really Say you love him, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on him I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The song was for her. He’d written it when her new relationship had gone public. Y/N sat there, staring blankly ahead until the honking of a car tore open her inner peace, and reality came crashing back in. The driver dropped her off at her house. Instead of going inside, she stood on her front steps and replayed the song one more time. When it ended, she decided to text him: Why didn’t this make it to the album?

She didn’t know where he was now, but it showed ‘typing’ in less than a second, as if he’d been waiting in their chat since he’d sent that link.

You would’ve hated me, Y/N.

True, she replied. Still, I would’ve loved the song lowkey. And added, I love it btw.

He took so long to type that it was driving her crazy. She flopped down on the concrete stair with her phone clutched in her hands, her heart thundering against her ribcage. Anxiety popped like a balloon when his message appeared: Were you happier?

She reread it again and again.

No.

I wasn’t either, he responded. I kept getting deja vu.

Ha, nice reference.

That song is my guilty pleasure. Love listening to you roasting me on loop.

That last message made Y/N bury her face into her palm and giggle like a fool. She thought for a second and wrote: I could come roast you in person now if that’s what you prefer. I think we’ve never had a proper roasting.

Can we meet, Y/N? Or are you busy now?

No, not busy.

Great, I’ll pick you up.

Just tell me where, she responded with a smile on her face. I got my drivers license now :)

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles writing #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles angst #harry styles one shot #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles fic

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coopsgirl · 2 years

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There's a new Rings of Power article titled 'The Rings of Power' Details a New Era in Middle-earth: 'Every Good Quest Needs a Fellowship' . This is such blatant pandering because The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings have characters going on great journeys/quests. The Second Age doesn't really have anything like that. Characters travel around of course but there is no central (or even secondary) great quests that happen then. Sauron works to retrieve the rings he and Celebrimbor made but I wouldn't even call that a quest.

In the quotes below they say Galadriel has been searching for Sauron (I assume as he is evil) for over a thousand years and describe her again as an elven warrior. Regardless of how much people spin it or take things out of context, she was not a soldier/warrior and I hate what they are doing to her character.

"Galadriel has been on a quest for over a thousand years, scouring Middle-earth, searching for this elusive, undiscovered, very real evil," details Morfydd Clark, who plays a younger iteration of the Elven warrior portrayed by Cate Blanchett in the Lord of the Rings series. "Ultimately, she knows this danger exists, this evil has to be stopped."

"From the beginning, we knew that she couldn't do this alone," showrunner J.D. Payne adds. "Every good quest needs a fellowship."

Also, I thought this quote below from the article was interesting. I guess they didn't get the message that you're not supposed to call them hobbits. The "showrunners" have been very careful to always call them Harfoots (even though they are hobbits) and I wonder if that's a licensing issue or something.

Like the films that have come before it, that fellowship includes some unlikely team-ups of men, dwarves, elves, hobbits and more of Middle-earth's unexpected heroes.

"Meanwhile, Nomvete will play Princess Disa, the first female dwarf to be depicted onscreen in a Tolkien adaptation."

This woman is really getting on my nerves as she has told us multiple times now (particularly at the recent San Diego comic con) that she is the first female dwarf ever to be portrayed on screen (not just in a Tolkien film/show). I'm sure the "showrunners" or producers gave her that talking point and they are either too stupid to realize it's wrong or it's just another virtue signal. There are three dwarf women in the first few minutes of The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (and they at least made an attempt to give them beards).

Going back even further to 1988's Willow (I love that movie!), we see female Nelwyn (dwarves).

There are also female dwarves in The Huntsman: Winter's War (2016). I haven't seen this film but this looks like like it might be one of the female dwarf characters.

There may be other films that show female dwarf characters (not actors with dwarfism but people playing fantasy dwarves). I don't get why people push that stuff so hard anyway. Is this how it's supposed to work: 'I have no interest in this show/movie' (says person #1). 'But it's got "insert demographic characteristic here" (says person #2). 'Well now I must see it!' (says person #1). Interesting plots and well written/developed characters are what make something fun or interesting to watch (or at least some sweet eye candy - ha!).

If all this show has is random demographic "firsts" (that aren't really firsts at all), then it's definitely going to be bad, hollow, and very shallow. Because otherwise, I don't think the actors/"showrunner" would go on about it so much.

#rings of power #virtue signaling #not tolkien #amazon sucks #why didn't they just make an actual adaptation?

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lsholland · 3 years

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London Lights (pt. 1) - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (1st person)

Genre: Party!Tom

Warnings: swearing; alcohol; nothing much but I don’t recommend -18 to read.

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: Hey guys! That’s my first story on this blog. I hope you’ll like it. I’m not native so there may be a few mistakes. I’m trying a new genre of fiction. It’s my first Tom Holland fiction. It’ll be a series of 2-3 chapters. If you want to be part of the master list for Tom please like this post and message me.

Synopsis: Quarantine has been tough. I’ve lost my boyfriend, and I’m feeling lonely. Clubs and restaurants are open again, but I feel like it’ll never be like it used to. My friends have been pushing me to install Tinder and go on dates. Well, tonight, I’m going on a date. I don’t really want to but I’m going to try and have fun for once. Just a few drinks and I’ll go home. What else could happen?

PS. You can read the story on Wattpad.

What am I doing here? I think to myself.

I matched with this guy on this famous dating app . . . And now I'm supposed to meet him here, at this bar. But I don't want to. I'm just hoping he won't show up so I can escape from this shit-place.

I've been seated at the table for a good 5 minutes. The waitress cleans up the table next to mine and asks if I'm ready to order.

No, I want to leave.

I quickly glance at the drinks menu.

"Ehm . . . A pour over Irish coffee, please."

She nods and leaves. I don't even know what I just ordered. I hope it tastes good. Hopefully it'll make me drunk enough not to remember this awful date.

It hasn't even started yet.

I'm sweating.

"Hey there" says a husky voice right behind me.

I turn around and see my date. His name is Jordan. He's good-looking and I bet he's intelligent, but I don't have this feeling with him. I don't know why I accepted to go on a date in the first place. It's awkward.

"Hey!" I grin.

"Have you ordered something already?" he asks, touching his short, clean beard. "I'm thirsty!"

He looks nice.

The waitress hands me my third drink. They help the clock tick a little faster.

He's been talking about his job, his passions. He loves football and practises daily. He has 2 sisters and lives in Camberwell.

Cute.

For a moment, I feel sad for him. He drove all the way to this East London bar, put effort trying to look nice and being cool . . . and yet, he doesn't know it but he has no chance to get lucky tonight. Not with me.

I shouldn't be sorry.

But I am.

I glance around looking for something that might be a little more entertaining than him. I realise I've avoided eye contact since he arrived. I finally glimpse at him. He has beautiful hazel eyes.

Still not enough.

I quickly check my phone. It's getting late. I don't know how to end this.

"Look," I slightly bend over the table. "I'm so sorry but I don't feel like it tonight"

"I noticed." He smirked. "Kinda awkward, innit?"

I chuckle. I am so embarrassed.

"It's okay, though." He added. "I'm just trying to meet new people. I broke up with my ex-girlfriend a few weeks ago. My mates told me I should try these apps."

Okay, now I feel worse than ever. He's been so nice with me and that's how I treat him. I grab my drink and gulp it down.

I shouldn't have done this.

"Let's go dance. I owe you one." I say as I grab his hand and walk towards the dancing area. It becomes difficult to keep my head straight.

I'm drunk, I must admit.

I'm going to regret it, my sober-self shouts in my head.

I don't care is what I reply.

The dancing area is not crowded, but there are already a few people. Most of them are girls.

Girls . . . I wish my friends were not so busy all the time. I would've come to this bar with them instead of wasting my time with strangers.

I start dancing. I stare at him. He looks amused.

A group of guys join the dancefloor and all the girls on my right start screaming. It's so high pitched I cringe.

"What the fuck guys?" I shout, trying to focus on the music.

"Woah, that's Spider-Man!" says my date. He grabs my chin and makes me look in his direction.

No way, I think. It's actually him.

I know he lives in the area, but I've never met him before. It's always weird to see movie stars in real life. They look so much more attractive.

He is so much more attractive.

I try not to be a drunk fangirl and shyly wave to him. He doesn't notice.

"You wanna go and take a picture with him?" my date asks.

"Oh, no, no!" I answer. I'm blushing. "I don't even know what I'd tell him."

He laughs.

The worst thing that could happen is to annoy him during a night out. He needs privacy and I must respect it.

But it's so difficult.

I can't stop staring at him. I don't even control it. Being drunk doesn't help.

"D'you want a beer?" I ask my date whose name I completely forgot.

He nods.

I weave my way through the crowd. I can't believe there are so many people on the dancefloor. The area is so busy since the Spider-Man actor walked in.

Even the bar area is crowded.

I let my body rest against a barstool but quickly lose balance and almost fall on the dirty floor. The flickering lights are making me feel dizzy. I grip the counter and get up. I peer around to make sure nobody saw me.

He did.

I dust off my dress trying to save the dignity I have left.

"Want something?" someone asks behind me. I turn around, it's the barman.

"Two pints of Guinness, please."

I glance back at the same spot, but he's gone. It must've been a dream. I'm so drunk I can't trust everything I think I see.

I'm grabbing both my drinks and look around trying to find my date, but there are too many people. I take a sip of my beer and hold the other one above my head.

Someone hits my arm.

Oh no.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" yells the drunk blond girl.

I look at my dress. It's soaking wet. I politely smile at her. "It's okay," I mouth.

What a mess. I glance at the lavatory door. I need to go and save my dress.

"You haven't been lucky here."

I turn around to find out who's talking to me.

It's him. Tom Holland. Talking to me.

"What?" is all I manage to say.

"Do you need a hand?" he politely asks.

I blush so much it's noticeable in the dark.

I'm choking. I'm panicking.

I give him my two beers and walk towards the lavatory. I'm surely starstruck. And drunk. This isn't a good mix.

Once in the room, I grab a handful of tissues and try to soak up my dress. I groan. Did I expect to make that beer mark disappear? Yes. Did it work? Of course not.

I watch my face in the mirror.

I look like shit, I think.

A door slams shut. Two young girls just walked in.

"OH, MY G—THAT'S TOM HOLLAND!" shouts one. They are both panting.

I roll my eyes.

Oh . . . I've given him my beers. What about my date?

"Shit!" I hiss.

I violently open the door and frown my eyebrows as the lights blind me.

He's just here gazing at me. Two beers in his hands. One of them is half empty, the rest being displayed on my dress.

"I'm so sorry!" I say embarrassed as ever.

He smirks. "No worries." He hands me the full glass of beer.

I give him a questioning look as I grab it. What about the other one? Oh, right—He's drinking it.

"What's your na—"

I stop him.

"I know who you are." I peer down. "I'm sorry I didn't wanna disturb you" I say as I'm walking away.

This time I'm smart enough to avoid the crowd on my way out.

"That's rude to leave without saying goodbye!" Tom shouts from a distance.

I turn around and stare at him. He's got a soft smile; he doesn't look drunk at all. I wave him goodbye.

Now, he's approaching me.

"I meant to your boyfriend" he nods in the direction of my date who was dancing with a group of other people.

"He's not my—" is all I can say before he chuckles.

"I figured."

"How?" I clench my jaw. I'm hypnotised by his hand running through his hair. And his smile. And his lips.

"I can barely hear you," he points at a booth in the corner of the room "maybe we could sit there" he suggests.

My mouth softens into a smile.

It's difficult to walk with Tom Holland. Every couple of seconds he's stopped by fans requesting a picture. And he accepts every time.

I'd never be so patient.

"What's that?" he asks.

"It must be so annoying sometimes." I tell him as I sit on the booth.

"When they're nice and ask me, it's cool." He chooses to sit next to me. I can feel his arm touching mine. My heart is racing. He uses his other arm to hold his chin; he looks at me with so much intensity. Sometimes peering down my lips.

His face is so close, but he keeps talking. I can feel his breath on my skin. I'm going to burst into flames. "But when they're taking pictures without asking first, that's delicate."

I nod. I can't really listen to what he's talking about. I'm trying not to lose control.

"So, what's your name?"

He smiles when I tell him. "Why did you leave your date alone?" he asks.

I'm so nervous I stutter. I can't find my words. "I . . . I wasn't in the mood. He knows it. I shouldn't have come here."

"I'm happy you came." He says looking me in the eyes.

I raise my eyebrows. "Are you flirting with me?"

He barks out a laugh and breaks the eye contact. He rests his head on the wall behind us.

He isn't as confident as I thought he'd be. I don't know what's up with him, but I enjoy it.

I suddenly remember he's a movie star. He's always being watched. I glance at the crowd and see flashing lights. They're taking pictures of us.

I'm getting dizzier.

I don't want to see my face on a dumb article talking about Tom Holland's mysterious partner. I don't even know him.

"This is stupid" I mumble.

Tom is intrigued. He hasn't got a clue what I'm talking about. He hasn't even noticed the fans stalking him.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go" I abruptly say as I stand up. "Have a good night."

I grab my phone and leave the venue. I'm upset because I really wish I could've met him in a different context. I open my Uber app: there's no driver available.

Shit.

How's that even possible on a Friday night? In London?

I refresh the app, but it doesn't work. I guess I'll have to walk home.

A part of me wants to go back in this bar and spend time with Tom. He's sweet and I'm sure we would've had so much fun together. I glance through the window trying to see his face one last time, but I can't find him.

"What are you looking for?"

I cringe.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to startle you."

It's him. It's Tom.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Going home too. The fun of the party is leaving . . ." he sighs. I smile back at him. I'm embarrassed.

I stand in front of him, none of us say a word. It's awkward. I'm getting anxious and walk away. I'm so overwhelmed.

He grabs my shoulder. "Wait, are you walking home?"

"Yeah, it's okay don't worry." I smile.

"I can drive you home."

"Sorry, but you've been drinking. I won't let you drive me." I curtly say.

He grins. He looks at one of his mates and nods.

"No way I'm letting you walk home alone," he sighs "besides, you're drunk."

"Come with me then" I instantly reply without thinking.

He nods.

What?

He's coming with me. My heart is racing. I won't survive a 30-minute drunk walk with him.

Not with his beautiful glossy eyes staring at me.

Not with my burning desire to kiss him.

#tom holland #London lights fic #Tom Holland one shot #tom holland fiction #Tom Holland imagine #Tom Holland x reader

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years

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Seeing Their Crush Half Dressed

Kim Hongjoong:

Hongjoong was lost for sure. He didn't understand why. As an idol, he should remember his way backstage where they hold the Music Bank performances.

"Fuck......where is it?"

He scratched the back of his head, trying to remember where Ateez' waiting room was. He kept walking until he finally reached a door that he felt was familiar. Without thinking too much he opened it and widened his eyes. It definitely wasn't his waiting room. It was your group's waiting room and you were currently in the process of putting on your stage outfit. You both just stood there, too stunned to say anything.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry Y/N-shii! I was looking for my dressing room!" He finally found his voice.

You simply chuckled and quickly threw on your shirt.

"Stop the formality, we're friends you know. I'm glad it was you and not someone else who bursted in."

Hongjoong let out an awkward laugh before saying sorry again and closing the door. Once alone, he face palmed himself and dragged it down his face.

"Hongjoong you stupid idiot!"

Park Seonghwa:

Seonghwa just wanted to watch his currently favorite drama that he was hooked on. Except the 99 liners decided to hog up the tv and he was mad. Then he remembered you lived right next door. Why not just go over and watch it with you? It gives him time to spend time with you as well. Win win situation if you asked him.

He texted you and you of course told him to just walk in. You underestimated how long he'd take though, and he came faster than you thought. So when he walked into your living room, you were still in your workout attire, and it wasn't exactly much either.

"I brought you the gummy bears you-"

Seonghwa sucked in a breath when he saw what you were wearing, his mouth dropping as he stared at your body.

"What?" You asked as you took in his reaction.

He simply pointed to your clothes.

"I was exercising. Geez no need to make a big deal out of it." You rolled your eyes.

Seonghwa snapped back.

"Oh no! Don't take it the wrong way! It's just.... your body...."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "What about it?"

"It's just.........Wow! Amazing!" He giggled.

Jeong Yunho:

It was Yunho's day off and he decided to spend it at a sauna to relax after working for long hours. Mingi decided to join him as usual. It was all fun between them, just laughing and joking amongst themselves. Mingi was definitely teasing him about his crush on you, which Yunho could only blush at his comments.

After a bit, they decided it was time to leave. Yunho walked out of the sauna room first, Mingi staying for just another minute. Upon walking out, the door to the sauna room next to his opened as well and you walked out.

"Yunho?" You asked, surprised to see him there.

"Y-Y/N?"

He was shook to find you there, and even more since you were wearing nothing, only towel draped over your body to cover you. He felt his face getting hot and then he remembered that he himself only had a towel tied around his waist.

"So nice seeing you here. Maybe I'll see you some other time." You smiled and waved goodbye to him.

Yunho chuckled nervously and waved to you, not knowing what to say. Right at that moment, Mingi came out and took in Yunho's state.

"What's with you? You're acting stupid. Like the kind of stupid you get around Y/N, but 5 times worse"

Kang Yeosang:

You often spent time at Ateez' dorm cause of Wooyoung, he became your friend and he loved having you over, partly because he enjoyed your company and partly cause he knew of Yeosang's crush on you. So of course, he liked torturing the poor boy by making him flustered by your presence.

On a particular day, you accidentally spilled your drink on your shirt and Wooyoung offered you one of his shirts, and left you in his room to change. Except Yeosang didn't know about this, and it was his room too. So he went looking for something and found you topless.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!"

He didn't wait to see your reaction. He just covered his face and slammed the door behind him, too shocked to say anything. He ran into the living room, where Wooyoung was and judging from his friend's face, he could guess what happened. Wooyoung started laughing at him.

"Warn a guy you imbecile!" Yeosang threw a cushion at him and made his way to the kitchen.

Once alone though, he replayed your image in his head and giggled softly. He's not totally regretting it.

Choi San:

By no means was this an accident, coincidence or simple unfortunate circumstance. Nope. San knew what he was doing and he was not regretting any second of it. He simply saw the opportunity and decided to take it.

The boys were spending time at your place. You were all planning on watching movies the entire night. Sometime during one of the movies, you got up and decided to change into something more comfy. That's when the light bulb switched in San's brain.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He announced, not that anyone was paying attention.

Instead of the bathroom though, he curbed his way to your bedroom door before smirking to himself. Putting on an innocent expression, he opened your door and walked in on you in just your underwear.

"Choi San!" You exclaimed as you covered yourself.

"I thought you were done!" He said while faking a shocked look.

"Get out!" You yelled as you threw the nearest article of clothing to him, which he dodged.

"Ok ok!"

He closed the door and walked back into the living room, a tiny smirk on his lips.

"You're a perv." Seonghwa told him.

Song Mingi:

This day could not get worse for Mingi. First he woke up late for practice, then he kept messing up at said practice, which resulted in him having to stay extra time at the studio to make up for his mistakes. And now he's lived one of the biggest embarrassments of his life.

It wasn't your fault. He didn't know your plumbing was being fixed and San offered to let you shower in their bathroom. He also forgot to mention that to Mingi when he came home. So naturally when he walked into the bathroom, he was not expecting to see a half naked you in front of him.

"Aaaah!"

You both yelled. Mingi slammed the door closed and ran back to where San was, who upon hearing the commotion, realized he messed up.

"Ooops. Forgot to tell you about-"

"Yeah I noticed." Mingi cut him off.

Mingi sighed and slumped his tall body next to San, feeling so embarrassed.

"How am I ever going to be able to look at them in the face after I saw them half naked?"

San patted his friend's back. "Come on, it's not so bad..... I've seen them completely naked and I can still look at them."

Mingi whipped his head up at San's confession. "You what?!"

Jung Wooyoung:

Feeling bored and wanting to go out, the boys dragged you to the mall with them. They were so excited to get out and enjoy the world, not to mention they all wanted to buy things for themselves. So there you were, watching them all try on clothes and endlessly asking you for your fashion input.

Hongjoong couldn't stand to see you sitting there though. He picked out a few things for you to try on as well, secretly hoping you'd get them so he could customize them for you. So you went inside one of the dressing rooms to try them on. Wooyoung had been looking for his jacket though, which he misplaced.

"Maybe you left it in one of the dressing rooms." Mingi suggested to him.

Wooyoung thought that everybody was done trying on clothes though. That's why he didn't know you were currently in the one he just casually walked into.

"Holy Jesus!" Wooyoung screeched when he saw you half naked.

"Haven't you heard of knocking?!" You yelled as you pushed him out and slammed the door.

Wooyoung walked back to where Mingi was.

"What happened?" Mingi asked, noticing how awkward Wooyoung looked.

Wooyoung looked at the taller male and smiled. "Nothing that I regret."

Choi Jongho:

You were planning a trip to the beach with your family. You were so excited to see them after so long, and even more to see your favorite cousin, whom you were currently texting. Both of you were swimsuit shopping and trying to get each other's opinion on what to get and what looked better on you both.

Unfortunately for you, you weren't really paying attention when you sent a picture of yourself in a very revealing swimsuit to Jongho instead of your cousin.

Y/N: So what do you think? Do you like it?

Jongho dropped his phone when he saw your text, fanning his face that was getting hotter by the second.

Jongho: I mean..... I do?

You screamed when you realized your mistake.

Y/N: Oh my God! Jongho I'm so sorry! I was trying to send that to my cousin! :(

Jongho: It's ok. Don't worry :)

Out of respect for you, he quickly deleted the picture, only thing left was the memory of your body now engraved in his mind.

"Damn are they hot though." He said to himself.

Gifs not mine, credit goes to their respective owners.

#ateez #ateez reactions #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines

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aslaton8-blog · 3 years

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So all my closest friends know I'm a huge Jake Gyllenhaal fan. Sadly, I came across a news article talking about an Instagram post that I saw had been flooded with anti-Gyllenhaal fans.

And you know what I think this is a great opportunity to discuss one of the things I'm so passionate about. I can't stand stupid fans. How do you call yourself a fan while falling all over them with your greedy hands? Seems like most of you are still lost and clinging to illusions in your head. You're a fan of some bullshit diety you made up, not them. I am literally starting to feel guilty for listening to her music anywhere close to watching a Jake Gyllenhaal movie. Isn't that odd??? It's so bad I've even separated them on my media ventures. 😳🤦‍♀️

So yeah I'm a fan of BOTH Jake and Taylor. I love her music. She has touched me in so many healing ways. Their relationship was a literal fling. She was young and she knows it and doesn't blame herself for anything, or she shouldn't. He was lost and hurting somewhere and doesn't blame himself, or he shouldn't. I'm pretty sure they both are mature enough to know where they fucked up and move on like mature adults. Do you? I guess that's why you cling to them?

First off, to the anti-Taylor group, the woman is allowed to write about whatever the fuck she wants. It's her life. Be happy she isn't writing about being raped or beaten up. Or is that what you wanted instead? If so, you're sick and need to seek therapy.

And to the anti-Jake Swifties out there the man doesn't have to talk about his personal life to anyone. It's HIS PEROSNAL LIFE and he has expressed over and over again how much he just LOVES (jk) to talk about his personal life. So he doesn't owe YOU an apology. Leave the man alone.

Oh yeah, when I worked at Walmart as a teenager, I'll NEVER FORGET Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt all over the front covers of those God awful magazines. I used to cover them up with Time or something else with substantially more substance for knowledge because I couldn't stand looking at them. I can't watch any of their movies either.

My own fucking family. My OWN family made me sick to start. My mother left me with a sociopath who beat her up while she was pregnant with me to chase a fame lifestyle. She scored a record deal but then dropped it over cocaine, partying and lifestyle addiction. My father talked about making bank off my voice because I can sing too. Between you stupid fans and my stupid parents, I have avoided this industry like the plague.

So I guess I'm writing this to process and deal with it. My talents keep bringing me back here. I'm a photographer, graphic artist and I can sing. I have a very dominant personality which strikes people everywhere I go. It scares me LOL. I like regular attention but not the amount of attention I seem to bring to myself. I can't help it. I just have lots of personality and I've been through far too much for a person before the age of 25. While I'm loud, I am not one to get close to. I'm only fun at a distance. It takes special people to love me up close. Like I said I've been through a lot and I'm VERY OPINIONATED. Y'all don't like that too much. 😝

#fuuck #paparazzi

#jake gyllenhaal #taylor swift #life rant

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in-the-whisper · 3 years

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I'm sorry if this is a common/stupid ask but I fundamentally don't understand religion and I couldn't imagine believing so strongly in anything, but it seems very nice(?) and possibly even optimistic to have a constant like that in your life. so in the sense I think I have an idea of what religion is, what makes you decide(?) to follow it or believe in it? genuine apologies if this comes across as patronizing or condescending, it's not my intention and sometimes I'm just bad with words ':]

dude you are always welcome here and i will never assume that you are being mean you are very sweet <3 i am very happy to talk to you!

ok so i come from a super different background so it’s hard for me to even imagine like not knowing a ton of people who are religious so i will try to explain and then if it doesn’t make sense feel free to poke me and i will try again. also it makes me happy so dont be scared i will say oh! someone asked me about God! yay! and then i will write a silly tumblr post while making this face -> c:

okay so one of your confusions seems to be why i would believe in something so strongly. in a way everyone believes things strongly, some even more than me (i mean look at politics and thanksgiving dinner). i think the reason that my relationship with God in particular is something i feel strongly about is because i derived my faith from my natural understanding of the value of my friends and from my understanding of morality.

i love my friends very much (most people do) and the idea of them getting hurt or mistreated makes me very angry (i think people would agree). and you could make the argument that the reason that i care so deeply about people and justice is because of all the stuff ive been through but i did think this before anything bad happened to me really.

there is a difference between atheist (philosophical) morality and Christian morality. for someone who doesn’t believe in God, there isn’t anybody who is more important than humanity who can tell them what to do. if one person does something, and i don’t like it, all i can say is, “i don’t like that,” and not “you shouldn’t do that.” because im not in charge of them. i’m just another person, who am i to go around establishing moral laws for other people?

but what that /also/ means is that there isn’t any “grounding” or like /reason/ for morality or the value of life other than personal preference. this Really bothered me about my philosophy class, every atheist philosopher did this. they all wanted to say that you could make morality for yourself (looking at you nietzsche). But then what happens? What about when someone is killed? or raped? I want to be able to say, “Rape is horrible.” and not just “Rape is horrible in my opinion.” Anything that doesn’t allow for these like absolute, unquestionable, overarching standards of how people /should/ or /shouldn’t/ live just doesn’t add up imo.

Atheist professor of law at Yale, Dr. Arthur Leff, wrote an article on this exact topic called “Unspeakable ethics Unnatural Law.” The entire thing is amazing and I recommend it, but here is the conclusion:

All I can say is this: it looks as if we are all we have. Given what we know about ourselves and each other, this is an extraordinarily unappetizing prospect; looking around the world, it appears that if all men are brothers, the ruling model is Cain and Abel. Neither reason, nor love, nor even terror, seems to have worked to make us "good," and worse than that, there is no reason why anything should. Only if ethics were something unspeakable by us, could law be unnatural, and therefore unchallengeable. As things now stand, everything is up for grabs.

Nevertheless: Napalming babies is bad. Starving the poor is wicked. Buying and selling each other is depraved. Those who stood up to and died resisting Hitler, Stalin, Amin, and Pol Pot-and General Custer too-have earned salvation. Those who acquiesced deserve to be damned. There is in the world such a thing as evil. [All together now:] Sez who? God help us.

So if I think this is true, if I really believe that death is evil, that rape is horrible, that there are some universally binding and unchallengeable truths about how people ought to live, I have to believe in a God. or i can live in a state of constant existential dread hahahahaha, , I joke but I actually did do that for a while it was pretty miserable.

i think the next question was kind of what made me believe in it? and that is kind of a difficult question because i think in a way Christianity just encapsulates a bunch of things that i already believed, and i just found like a label for them i guess. i also grew up Christian, so for me my experience questioning my religious identity was more like, three people you love are dead why do you still believe in a loving God? Rather than which religion or philosophy do i like the best?

idk maybe they come out to be the same but it doesnt feel entirely the same. i’m still a christian because of sunsets and sunrises and because the world feels beautiful and intentional, and because i’ve been in a lot of pain and it was real. it really happened. it wasn’t in my head (looking at you stoicism). it wasn’t unimportant. there is not if buts ands ors it was just awful and that’s that. so what can explain it? what can explain meaning? only God can.

Christianity is specifically the religion im interested in because it’s the only one i’ve come across that is as internally consistent, historically accurate, scientifically accurate, coherent understandings of the universe.

No other philosophy allows you to grieve. That’s why I believe in God. No other philosophy validates grief that a belief in a loving God, a belief that death isn’t meant to happen, that people are violently ripped from you without purpose and that you are meant to live together forever. It allows for a belief in the value of humanity and grace while also allowing you to believe that things that happen to you that might last with you forever are wrong and not just in your opinion. They were violently wrong, they violated ancient laws of the universe, they were an act of aggression toward God himself.

Ok im rambling now but I will leave you with this, which is what i wrote after finally deciding to remain a christian:

“There are several questions I asked that stopped me from rejecting Christianity.

Where did the universe come from and why does it exist?

Why does our experience involve morality?

Why is there love? (deep love between brothers, self sacrificial love, to die for another love)

Why is there goodness?

There are, of course, answers to these questions under ideologies other than Christianity, but I found their answers to be unsatisfying because to me, the existence of these things screams that there is something more to the universe than an unfortunate accident in a vacuum of uncaring nothingness.

When I listened to music encouraging its audience to live, when I listened to people fight for the lives of those they love, when i watched the sun set, or cried at the end of a deeply touching movie, I would think, “In light of this how can you say there is no God?”

In Christianity I found answers that profoundly satisfied my deepest questions.

There is a universe because God in his wisdom fashioned it to be a beautiful gift. There is morality because we stand in the midst of a cosmic battle between good and evil. There is love because God’s nature is perfectly loving and the fabric of the knowable universe was woven in his loving kindness. There is beauty and goodness because life wasn’t created to be a void and an unknowable miserable darkness.

The true issue with atheism is that while intellectually and technically feasible, it gives empty answers to facets of life that do not have empty realities.

It forced me to ask myself this question: How can such a beautiful, meaningful, tragic world exist from nothing and for nothing?”

#rape tw #rape #griefjourney #grief tw #long post #i specify philosophical morality because atheists by and large dont actually think like this but at an academic level this is how the logic #ends up working out

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danswank · 3 years

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Good day Paige! Another day another ask from me. I love the little sun emoji. I found it a day ago while I updated my phone and thought it was really cute. Random anecdote for you. I'm really glad your day yesterday was okay. Hopefully today was a banger or better? Your boss kinda cock blocked you yesterday? Did you manage to get what you wanted done or not yet? Do you like your job? Most people I know have a love / hate relationship with theirs so i thought I'd ask. How was the good mythical evening livestream? What is it? It sounds magical. You actually did sound like rian and that made me giggle. I've never seen easy a. But I've heard good reviews. Is it funny? What made you watch it? Is there a certain type of thing a movie needs to have to have you see it? Do you watch shows? I'm glad to spread the love and light best I can. Today I'm alright. Taking my time with these asks I wanna make sure that light travels and it makes people feel good. Even if its not their day. Personally I like this little corner. It doesn't feel as claustrophobic. I dont think that makes sense but it's the best I got. I'm also here because I hear you disagree with Bella over overalls. So I'd like to know if there's an article of clothing you don't like that he's worn? 🔆

hi sunshine anon!! i never get asks like this so this is so sweet 🥺

so far so good today! i did get things done today my boss finally gtfo 😌 plus our company is giving us half day fridays through christmas so i’m just chilling! i do like my job i would say 8 out of 10 times. i’ve especially liked it since we’ve been working from home. it’s such a huge mood booster for an introvert like me!

good mythical evening is very hard to explain if you don’t already watch rhett and link/gmm lol but i guess it’s like a comedy youtube thing? i had to stay up until 1am but it was very funny it was worth it.

fun fact i have a running list in my drafts of ways me and rian are the same person i’m bringing it out for you:

so there u have it. easy a is funny! it came out i think a very long time ago (i was in high school and now i am old) and i was going through a lot of boy/friend drama and i really connected to this girl basically being abandoned by all her friends (but it’s a comedy i swear lol). i don’t know why i don’t like movies!! like they’re too short for me to get invested but also too long to keep my attention i have no idea. i do watch shows but very rarely. the only things i watch religiously that are on right now are shark tank and survivor. mostly i watch youtube! lol

i love that you are spreading positivity and showing people love!! i too love this corner of the internet and i hope everyone is taking care of themselves including you!!

oh boy did i love the overalls RIP 💔💔💔 the way that kicked off post-pandemic tour/hot boy summer…. just felt so right. if you didn’t like them anon don’t tell me don’t crush my soul lol the most offensive thing alex gaskarth has ever done is his stupid pink/brown/blonde hair at warped 2012. other than that i think i’m on board with just about everything. like even the scarfs. heck bring the scarfs back.

#ask #anonymous #🥺💖#so sweet of you to take time out of your day to do this!#i’m sure alex has committed another fashion crime that someone can remind me of but i can’t think of one

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t-ierrahumeda · 3 years

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okay last depressing post of the day I swear.

It feels a bit disheartening when you do exactly what you're advised in terms of maintaining good habits besides therapy+meds+psych dr, because I do. I swear to god I do everything that's on self-help books, therapy sessions, healthy, routinely habits like drinking water, doing regular exercise, maintaining a clean environment, being clean, eating, going out for fresh air, not drinking or getting drugs, reading, drawing, watching movies, doing crafts, studying fun stuff, taking care of plants and garden, cooking, getting in touch with your friends. Even fucking aromatherapy.

And it works, as long as you're in a good place that allows you to go through all that, it certainly helps you boost your mental health. But then a depressive episode starts building up and you can barely do any of those - you force yourself to do them, at least the most important ones, or milder versions of them (don-t have the energy to do a 1.30 hour of HIIT + lifting? Do some yoga and light calisthenics, don't feel like eating? Do some light meals in bulk and store them ready to eat, don't wanna bath everyday? Bathe every two days but make sure to brush your teeth every morning. ) AND IT'S STILL THE SAME. You finish your stupid to do list, and you're faced with another day of the same shit. And think, what the fuck, do I have to keep doing this for how many years? Will I ever get better? And I don''t mean 'sometimes I'm alright', I mean 'I don't want to kill myself every two or three months'.

I keep reading articles of people that overcome depression and anxiety and that it's a lie that this haunts you for the rest of your life, and I don't doubt them, I'm sure there are successful stories. But that is not my case. I'm stubborn as shit and I guilt-trip myself into getting better and trying new stuff to keep up, and for some time it feels like I beat this shit, like I'm doing fine and I get full of motivation and it was all a bad dream. And four months later BAM! Same shit, same old.

It's so tiring. I'm tired. Really tired. I feel like I have the body and mind of a 60 year old woman.

I don't even rely on my appearance anymore - I'm a bit overweight, but I'm alright with that, it doesn't bother me. I have a nice face, and I like to thing I dress nicely. I sometimes think, what if I grow my hair and wear cute linen clothing, like those airy-looking mfs? But I realize, what the hell should I do that for? Why would being thin change anything?

I think about going back to lifting and getting swole, but the thought is the same: I get buff, I have lovely defined and strong arms and core, I get to run and build resistance. And for what? What will that change? It's just a bag of flesh.

It feels very hopeless. So nonsensical. I guess therapy will help me unwind all of this. I really hope it works.

#melsonal

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