#try pilk losers

[spagetmonster]

Tis the season for nog! Thick, delicious, creamy nog! Mix it with Pepsi or a soda of your choice and create

PILK 2.0

[3inghao]

@aceshua tagged me in a get 2 know me post thank youuu 

name: Adrian

nickname: Adrihen, pilk? idk i don’t really have a nick name

gender: female

orientation: pan/bi

ethnicity: white

star Sign: sagittarius

height:  5′10″ i think lol

time right now: 10:05 p.m

last thing I googled:  synonyms for talk

favorite Bands: seventeen, exo, all girl groups

favorite Solo Artists: ahh i don’t really listen to a lot of solos..but i like ailee and dean?? even tho I don’t know a ton of their stuff *shrugs*

song stuck in your head: jungle game - sf9

last movie I watched: i think sing?

last TV show I watched: new girl..im rewatching it and i like trash tv shows lol

when did you create your blog:  i made my first blog like in middle school so like 5 years, but i’ve only had a kpop blog for like half a year

what kind of stuff do you post: seventeen, my bf chanyeol, and the occasional girl group idol that got my gay self shook af

when did your blog reach its peak: once upon a time when i was an exo blog i made this one lame text post and to this day i still get notes….idek it confuses me tbh

do you have any other blogs:  I have an aesthetic blog and a girl group blog

do you get asks regularly: not really lol im a loser

why you chose your URL: i used to be haochanyou when i was an exo blog so when i became a svt blog i wanted to switch it up and i like hoshi and his name fits with nacho so i went with it yolozz

following: 113

posts: 1,832

hogwarts House: ravenclaw

pokémon Team: mystic

favorite colors: purple or blue

average hours of sleep: 7ish

lucky Numbers:  6

favorite manga characters: hikaru and kaoru hitachiin!

how many blankets do you sleep with: 3-4 im a cold person

dream job: something to do with computers or programming idkk i’m trying to figure out my life still ugh

dream trip: japan and korea would be cool or i’ve always wanted to go to Paris Favorite book: i just read the oyrx & crake series and it was lit so lets go with that

What I’m wearing at the moment: my pajamas lol like an old t-shirt and shorts

i’ll tag: @bronzegyu @starboychanyeol @peachykeensvt @softcheols

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The Nominees Gossip Column: New Year's Eve Edition

By Sameer Suri Hello, hello, my darlings! Nominees has taken December off, as Los Angeles empties and I finally got an excuse to put on Barbra Streisand’s Christmas album when she sings in Latin. (Who am I kidding? I was playing that in July.) But since your divine hostess Leah Lamarr and I knew how crushed you’d be to miss us this month, we’ve arranged to tide you over with the gossip from the November show. Buckle up: Naturally, the highlight of the November Edition was the biggest upset in Nominees’ brief history - the judges voted Hannah Pilkes off, only to be so bowled over by her loser speech they restored her to the competition, and she then proceeded to win the whole damn thing. After she and Jon Rudnitsky gave their loser speeches - and if you missed them I can’t do them justice - the judges took time to deliberate, and there was a sense in the air of what was about to happen. “I thought - I thought they were gonna bring Jon [Rudnitsky] back,” Hannah told me during the after-party at The Pikey, “because there’d been this, like, hilarious banter with Jon and the judges, where they kept calling him - ‘cause they said he had a gay face, but it was okay for them to say it, ‘cause they’re gay, which I loved.” That would be Charles Rogers and Jordan Firstman, who sniped at each other so goddamn much you know it’s love. The “fun shock” of being brought back “validated” her after all the high school elections she’d lost. “It made me feel like: ‘I’ve won something! There is hope yet! They can change their minds!’” Hannah quipped. When I asked, as I do, if anyone was bitchy backstage, Hannah gushed: “Everyone was the shit backstage. They were like, ‘Do you want a beer?’ Like, ‘Can I borrow some deodora - ‘“ Actually, I was like, ‘Can I borrow some deodorant?’ Like, I started perspiring an hour before the show and it only went downhill. But it was cool. It was, like, very, not what you’d exp- no. No claws out," she assured me. Why even do I ask this anymore? How dull of everyone not to despise each other. Jon was similarly diplomatic when I spoke to him at Nerdmelt, just after the show had wrapped up: “No. No, nothing too bitchy. You know, no. I think everyone was very supportive and loving toward one another. I mean, there - maybe one person, but I won’t reveal names.” “Oh, come now,” I prodded, to which he started jerking my chain. “She - sure, she put a rock in my shoe and said, ‘I hope you fall flat on your face.’ Her name...starts with an H, so I can’t say anymore than that.” clarified, referring to the evening’s champion and to her marvelous co-competitor Heather Pasternak: “There were two girls with names with H’s. That’s why I said that. But neither of them did that. They were all very good,” he said graciously. They’re all such sweethearts, this group. Could you vomit? After he and Hannah gave loser speeches, prompting the judges to have a confab - and it was clear either he or Hannah was coming back - what went through Jon’s mind? “I heard that the judges were deliberating again - you know, I knew it wasn’t me. ‘Cause I saw them seeing when Hannah went up there and did her speech, and she was so funny. They’re like, “But we love her, and we don’t wanna get rid of her.” So, that’s how I kinda - I was like, “Okay.”’ (For those of you who weren’t there that night; Heather was being nice and Jon is capturing the actual mood in the room.) He confessed to me: ‘And to be honest, I was relieved. I didn’t wanna have to improvise a monologue. I wanted a beer.”’ Obviously, inasmuch as I had Jon Rudnitsky in front of me, I had to bring up what I consider his enviable feat of getting Anderson Cooper to take umbrage with him. For those of you who aren’t aware, during his Saturday Night Live days, Jon played Anderson during the show’s spoof of one of last year’s presidential debates. When Anderson appeared on Watch What Happens Live, as quoted by Entertainment Weekly, Andy Cohen said that Jon’s “queened up” performance “offended him.” Echoing HR department heads nationwide, Anderson insisted he was “all for being spoofed,” offering a Seth Meyers parody of him as a “really funny” example thereof. “It was like the only thing [Rudnitsky] knew about me was that I was gay so that’s sort of what he went with,” said Anderson, indicating there’d been “a little Truman Capote vibe” in the performance. Now, who would your Trophy Queen be if I didn’t furnish you all with the historical significance of that particular bit of shade? Like many in New York’s high society at the time, Anderson’s mother Gloria Vanderbilt - remember that phrase the next time he tries to come off all voice-of-the-people - was once friends with Truman Capote. He sparkled up the conversation at their dinner parties, and they dished their dirt to him. Tru was, for a time, in. Then, of course, he went and upended this arrangement by publishing a blistering and wildly entertaining little short story called La Côte Basque 1965 in a 1975 issue of Esquire. Under the barest veneer of “fiction,” the piece bubbled with gossip about the Manhattan elite, many of whose names he changed - including his old pal Babe Paley and her CBS chief husband Bill Paley, which is just as well, considering Truman wrote about the Bill analog struggling to get another woman’s period blood off his bedsheets before the wife could see it. Our Glo’s name was not changed. As dirt goes, though, she got off easy - not a mention of her menstrual discharge will you find in that story. As I recall, all that happens to her is that her first husband approaches her in a restaurant and says hello, and she fails to recognize him. From 1963 to 1978, Glo was on her fourth husband. Can you blame a gal for getting a little hazy about the past? Anyhow, aghast at Truman’s lèse majesté, New York high society closed ranks against him - this weird-looking outsider with the stupid voice who’d dared insinuate himself among them, only to betray their naughty little secrets to the rabble. For the rest of his life, the author of Breakfast at Tiffany’s was persona non grata to the bulk of these people. Anderson told Vanity Fair in 2012, “I think Truman really hurt my mother.” So, when Anderson Cooper drops a reference to Truman Capote, you can be fairly certain it isn’t a compliment. When I brought up L’Affaire Cooper to Jon, it was in the form of this question: “So, if you could say anything to Anderson Cooper, what would you say now?” Jon was nothing if not conciliatory. “I felt badly about that whole thing,” he said, insisting: “I had no intention of offending him. I was just trying to do an impression of the guy, and I think it offended him. So - and I felt badly about it. But - but yeah. You know, that wasn’t my intention. Yeah, I got accused of queening it up or something, is what him and Andy Cohen said on...on the Bravo show.” "On that Watch What Happens Live.” “On Watch What Happens Live. You know, I’ve spoken about it to Andy Cohen since,” Jon revealed. “What did he say?” “And he felt badly,” said Jon. “It was like I, you know, he didn’t remember that he said it, and he felt badly that he made me feel bad. ‘Cause I, you know, I never wanna do that. I - that’s not who I am and it wasn’t my intention. I was just kinda pursing my lips, and putting my glasses at the bridge of my nose, and touching my hair.” It took me to note the obvious: “Andy Cohen is not one to talk about queening it up.” Jon did not succumb to my temptation to bitch, saying, “I have no comment on that. All I know is that’s what they said I did to Anderson and that’s not what I tried to do.” I gave him a very brief Cliff Notes version of this old trouble between Glo Vanderbilt and Truman Capote. “Wow,” said Jon. “So, it was really deep-seated, his anger. Well, look, if I’m gonna be compared to anybody, I’ll take Truman Capote. The guy was pretty amazing, right?” ‘Tis the season, darlings - have a ball! I’m abroad in India - or, as I lovingly call it, Ragheadistan. Assuming I make it back alive, I’ll see you all next year at the January show!