#you can even send me asks or comment on my hostel hate posts that you like it

[general-sleepy]

[ID: Screenshots of Tumblr tags: #uhhh not to be *that* person but if said someone is critcizing the movie/showand not your work on giffing it perse... why do you... care... #am i an asshole for not seeing much trouble in it? #i think it's different when sb shits on your writing style in the comments of ur fanfiction sure bc thats directly linked to how you write. #if the reblog tags were smth like 'hate this color grading' or some shit like that. that would make more sense for me. #like people are allowed to be haters guys. especially on their blog?" END ID]

It's less a matter of criticism being inherently good or bad, but of etiquette and context. General fandom, including Tumblr and AO3, are not spaces that traditionally invite criticism. It's a realm of hobbyists relaxing, not necessarily artists trying to improve their craft or critics looking for intellectual debate. Sometimes people want that, because in some contexts it's fun, but it shouldn't be taken for granted. If someone wants to enjoy themselves by enthusing about a chosen piece of media, then it's polite, and again, accepted etiquette, to keep your complaining on your own separate posts. Live and let live, whether it's enthusing or hating.

For example: I hate Hostel. Loathe it. Can think of maybe two or three nice things to say about it. I've seen worse movies, more morally indefensible movies, but none that fills me with such enthusiastic rage. I post about it a bunch. I could be starving to death on a deserted island and if you asked me for my opinion on Hostel I would spend my last breaths ranting about how godawful that the movie is and Eli Roth's thundering incompetence.

I don't tag my Hostel hate posts as #hostel, though. I don't want my Hostel hate to show up in the main tag where Hostel fans just wanting to have a good time will see it. If I saw a post of lovingly edited Hostel gifs or someone's breathlessly enthusiastic meta about how awesome Hostel is, I wouldn't add a comment about how, actually, Hostel sucks eggs and this person is wrong. Because they're there to have fun; and because I'm aware of the context, I let them. Then I go to my own blog and vent in a post tagged #hostel hate or something; so I can have fun hating in a safe, designated hater zone.

Or, here's an example from the other side. I just saw a movie called Nothing Bad Can Happen, which I adored. Five-star review from me. Imagine I make this post:

Just saw Nothing Bad Can Happen, and holy heck, it was great. Like a ton of other people. I got New French Extremity vibes (which I also love). Julius Feldmeier's performance is incredible. Like in the scene where... [raving about all of the details of my favorite scene with screenshots]. Anyway, the movie was awesome!

If I thought the movie sucked, and I saw this post, I'd just keep scrolling. Then consider this post:

Just saw Nothing Bad Can Happen, and I thought it was fantastic. It's really interesting to place it in the context of New French Extremity. I know that not everyone enjoys these films (including the criticisms of misogyny, which don't come from nowhere) but I feel like that's not a central aspect of the genre as a whole. Nothing Bad Can Happen is a great jumping off point for discussing the role of male suffering extreme horror. Like, you can look at the scene where [arguments about why a scene I will describe backs up my thesis, with evidence and analysis]. Anyway, that's what I took away from it. I'd love to hear anyone else's opinions.

If I think the movie sucked and this person is wrong about everything, yeah, it would be absolutely reasonable to reblog with that opinion. Of course, I should still be polite and not just say "the movie was ass and you're dumb for liking it." But this is absolutely a space for constructive negativity. If I say that I think this person is wrong because [specific reasons] and set off a debate, everyone involved is going to be having fun, because that's what we all agreed to.

Calling media dogshit is a good fun and a god-given human right, just be aware of the context.

#this scene was so dumb #this movie sucked #this movie was garbage but-

Then don't reblog it???? I cannot keep reiterating how annoying it is for op to read these tags. Why are you reblogging things you don't like or enjoy? Keep your reviews off gifmaker's posts unless you are sharing the love and appreciation for what people are creating.

[valkyriewarriors]

| Goddess of the Hearth | V

masterlist

warnings: none

word count: 2.1k

a/n: sorry for the wait. so much schoolwork but ill be done with the semester in two weeks so hopefully i can start posting regularly after that. also my askbox is always open for requests. 

Nesta looked at the dark and bulky man who was now bowing to her. Devlon, he introduced himself — the centurion from the legions’ camp on the outskirts. She tried not to grimace as he threw her a sloppy grin as he rose again. 

“Priestess, what an honor it is to stand before you.” 

“Is that supposed to be my carruca?” Nesta flatly asked, walking past the man towards her carriage. The carruca had an arched wooden rooftop, the exterior reflected colors of gold and red, the colors of the empire. On the inside there was enough space for at least four people, sitting comfortably in leather cushioned seats. She looked towards the front where two black horses with dark black manes intricately braided pulled the carriage. 

“This is one of the finest from our collection, reserved for members of the Senate, but you are a special exception.” Nesta tried to ignore the way her stomach turned as he lazily eyed her and only stiffened her back to face the centurion. 

“When do we leave?” 

“We? I’m not going with you, priestess.”

Nesta raised her eyebrows, “Then who is..?”

But she got her answer before the centurion could speak.

Over the horizon she spotted him, it was always hard not to. His broad figure shone in the sunlight, forever a stark contrast to the white sands and it wasn’t long before his long legs reached them. And then he was before her, much different than she has seen him before. Now he stood in his armor, his shoulders straightened and the helmet on his head covered his wavy curls. She couldn’t see past his soldier demeanor to the boy who laid out on her garden floor soaking in the sun. His eyes were darker underneath his helmet and the sun didn’t shine bright enough to capture them. For some reason Nesta felt very cold in the scorching heat. 

“These are my best optiones Cassian and Rhysand. They’ve won countless battles for me so surely they can handle a trip to the capital. I’m sure your husband will be pleased to know you are under the very best protection.” 

Your husband. 

Nesta tried not to flinch. 

Devlon stood in front of what Nesta realized were two optiones. She didn’t notice the other male, lea, dark  and muscular with eyes that almost looked like amethyst crystals. “Priestess, it's an honor to accompany you. I’m Rhysand.” He bowed slightly. Nesta tried not to wince at the gesture but gave him a tight lipped smile.

“Yes it’s an honor Priestess.” Nesta almost did not recognize his voice.

“Cassian.” She said voicing her thoughts and froze when their eyes met but she quickly regained her posture. Nesta straightened her back, lifted her chin and turned away from Cassian. Devlon was watching the exchange carefully.

“Is this it? Just two?” She said trying hard not to sound annoyed but her tone was completely the opposite.

Devlon’s face turned sour,  astounded that she spoke so frankly with him. Nesta knew men like him all her life, she was forced to give them blessings from Vestía. They thought the world should be given to them at the hands of pretty women. Nesta hated it, every one of them.

“I’ll have you know, Priestess that these men have been trained specifically by me so I’m sure they’ll be just right to your new husband.” Devlon had a wicked gleam in his eyes. His last words came out in an almost sneering tone.

Before she could lash out on him Rhysand stepped up. “Very well. We should probably get going so we can reach our destination by dawn.” He reached for her one case of clothes on the ground and lifted them into the carruca. Devlon only grunted a goodbye before disappearing from her sight.

“He’s not really great with women.” Cassian said from behind her. She whirled around to face him now pulling off his helmet freeing his wonderful brown locks in the sun. Nesta tried not to stare as he ran his fingers through it. As if she didn’t dream of doing the same thing last night.

“He’s not the only one optione. Aren’t you going to help Rhysand?” She tried to look away from him, hoping to squander any thought of rebuttal from him.   

Cassian bit his inner cheek but went to lift her bags into the carriage. Rhysand threw them a curious look, maybe he sensed the same atmosphere that she thought felt suffocating.

-

He saw the stare that Rhys threw him, almost quizzical but Cassian ignored it. Of course Rhys didn't know of all his garden rendezvous with the priestess. Or that the conversation they had last night was running through his head on repeat. Cassian simply shrugged one of the cases on his shoulder to load into the carriage. You’re different from the rest.

“I can take the reins until sundown tonight, we should be able to make it to Helion by then.” Rhysand told him as he climbed behind the two great stallions. Cassian still caught his smirk as he looked over to where the priestess was climbing into the carriage. “You get to babysit.” Rhysand said almost too cruelly. 

“How generous of you,” Cassian tried to sound sarcastic. Rhy’s smirk grew as Cassian’s lips twitched. Rhys pretended not to see the obscene gesture Cassian threw at him. 

The priestess said nothing as he climbed aboard and sat across from her. Her steel grey eyes failed to meet his, but that didn't stop Cassian from admiring her beauty once more. It was almost painful to see her pale skin glow off the midday’s sun. He wished she'd let her hair down so he could see the slightly orange hues when it hit the sunlight. Instead it was tied up and hidden underneath a white veil. 

“I’m not the enemy you should  be looking out for, optione.” She said with an icy tone. Her eyes now bore deep holes into his. 

“Trust me if anything can cut men down it’s that tongue of yours, Priestess.”  

He loved watching her fluster, watching her brows furrow and sometimes a blush would creep up her neck right beofre she’d regain that stoic posture. Cassian knew the words she’d say next to him would slice him. It was like the calm before the storm.

“Would you like to end up like them Cassian?” His name falling off the tip of her tongue felt like audial velvet.

Now it was her turn to watch him fluster. He swallowed and looked away but could still feel her stare. I’d let your tongue do anything to me.  But Cassian knew better not to voice that thought. He watched as she closed her eyes and rested her head against the window frame, a slight smile on her face. 

Before long the sun was setting, Cassian found it hard to tear his gaze away from the asleep priestess. Her slightly slumped posture, softened features, the slow and steady breaths indicated she was fast asleep, But Cassian had his duty, and his eyes continued to dart outside looking for any sign of trouble. 

Rhysand pulled in front of a private hostel where servants waited for them. Cassian stepped out of the carriage just as the priestess arose from her sleep. She readjusted her veil before gracefully stepping out, ignoring his offered hand to help her down. 

My, aren’t you a magnificent sight. Eris may have no eyebrows but he does have taste.”  

Cassian snapped his gaze towards the voice, and immediately recognized Aelius Helion, the owner of Rome’s most luxurious private mansios. The business gained him notorious reputation among the elite which also granted the privilege of people looking away from who and how many he bedded.  His wide beamed smile and offered hand however were objectively ignored by the priestess, not even glancing at him. Helion blinked as if a ghost just walked through him. Cassian did his best not to crack a smile. 

“This is where I will be staying?” She deadpanned looking towards the grand structure whose arched entryway exposed the vibrant greens of the courtyard, the silks and velvets of the decor, and the massive statues of the gods in crystalline limestone. 

“It’s no temple priestess, trust me on that,” Helion winked and Cassian knew the priestess struggled not to roll her eyes. “Nevertheless, it has housed emperors and senators for years now. Servants for your every need, and I mean any need.” He was trying to get a reaction out of her stone face, but she never wavered.

  “I assume these optiones will be in the room next to mine?” Her voice was like a sharp fresh breeze on a summer’s day, ignoring his previous comment.

Helion, now fully recovered from her icy demeanor, looked intrigued. “We can arrange that, of course priestess. Although guards usually stay, erm, on duty for the night.” 

“They need rest.” She looked over to Cassian very quickly, but it was enough for Helion whose cat-like eyes wandered to him too. Cassian found it best now to help Rhysand unload her cases, avoiding their looks. 

“Don’t worry I'll take care of your boys, priestess. I’ll see you for dinner tonight?”

“Send it to my room instead.” She smiled sweetly, not an ounce of verity in it, and left to let the servants lead her to her room. 

Helion blew out a breath Cassian was familiar in holding himself. “Now why did Devlon send his two best optiones with ice priestess?” He asked, head cocking slightly towards Rhysand. 

Rhysand only shrugged, “He thinks it’ll grant him more favor with the Emperor if he provided the best protection for her.”

“She must be a very special bride. I heard Eris asked for her especially even after her little incident.” Helion chuckled but stopped when he saw the confused expression on the optiones. Rhysand raised his eyebrows, “Incident?” He looked over to Cassian who only shook his head, he didn't have any idea what Helion was talking about nor did he want any part of this conversation.  

Helion diverted his gaze to Cassian’s uncomfortable stance, “Devlon didn’t tell you? The girl not only signed off Eris’ eyebrows, but burned and scarred three of his guards.”  

Rhysand scoffed, “Alright stop telling tales Helion,” 

“I’m serious, I have reliable sources.” Helion’s eyes hardened and his smile vanished.

Cassian’s eyebrows furrowed. “Enough of this. Where do we put the carriage?” He growled slightly. Helion raised his hands in defense and ushered a servant towards them to show them the way. 

-

“Wow, only one bed,” Rhysand said with a smirk on his face as they entered their room right across from the priestess. As Rhysand said, there was only one giant bed wrapped in silk covers. Cassian rolled his eyes as he threw his sack on the floor, “we’ll be switching patrol tonight anyways. Otherwise, you sleep on the floor.” 

“After a whole day out in the sun while you got shade in that fancy carriage? No way.” Rhysand plopped on the bed with arms behind his head, Cassian could almost seem him sinking into it. “I think this mattress is stuffed with feathers.” He said with a smile on his face. 

“What was that by the way today?” Rhysand said with his eyes still closed. 

“What was what?” 

Rhysand sat up from the bed and threw a skeptical look at him. “Her knowing your name and stealing glances at you, you genuinely talking to her, and then snapping at Helion.” 

“Helion talks too much.”

“About the priestess? Why would you care so much?”

Cassian sighed. He lifted the sleeve of his shirt to reveal the scar on his bicep. “She gave me a salve to heal this wound. There’s much more to her than being an ice priestess.”

Rhysand’s eyes narrowed, “What kind of salve would heal that so quickly?”

When Cassian said nothing Rhysands jaw tightened, “Are you really not going to answer me?”

“The Germanic tribes,” when Rhysand stiffened Cassian continued quickly, “it was through a network already established before the war.” 

“You don’t know what was in that salve she could’ve..”

“She could’ve what?” Cassian repeated, daring him to finish that thought. Rhysand just continued to stare at him, “You don’t have feelings for her right?” 

“Of course not.” Cassian said quickly and steadily even though his heart was racing. Rhysand didn’t look convinced. Cassian dragged his hand over his face and sighed. “I’ll take the first watch, you should rest for now Rhys.” He shut the door behind him without waiting for his response.

[manggojooz]

Pick A Side (Part 4)

pairing: Taehyung x reader

word count: 2,050 approx

genre: university!au; angst; romance; slice of life stuff

warnings: none

previous part: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

comment: sorry this took long, I hope it’s not too shabby.. sending thanks to every one who gave me support for this series! 

taglist:  @destiel1597 @mila271 @hopetookmysoul @ximaginx @honeyursosweet 

You had swapped your photograph on the photo wall to a new one – a shattered window in the night, the street lights filtering through in wildly refracted ways. In fact, it was just one of the broken windows on the first floor of the school dorms, but through the viewfinder, it looked wry and distorted. An entire week passed, and then there was a post-it stuck to the corner of your photograph again:  

“A sound of something breaking I awake from sleep A sound full of unfamiliarity Try to cover my ears but can’t go to sleep”

The words dug deep into you, especially after what happened a few days ago.  

---

That lesson came and went again. The professor had instructed Hyesoo to split the class into groups for the next assignment. At the end of the class, you waited for Haejoong to submit the assignment to Hyesoo together; it was a convenient enough excuse to not face her alone. The two of you were one of the last to go to her.  

“Haejoong, seems like you are close to Y/N in class, I’ll put you in the same group as her then”, Hyesoo smiled charismatically at him, as she took in Haejoong’s report.  

“And Y/N...”, she smirks again, “I think you will enjoy your project very much, you should really thank me for grouping the both of you together with Taehyung and Jihyun, since you guys hang out all the time.”  

It was not surprising but still irritating that she would abuse her power as the teaching assistant in this way and your expression must have been a tad too obvious.  

“What’s with the face? Didn’t you always like being in the same group as Taehyung. I was still hoping to receive a ‘thank you’ for helping you with this”, she scorned.  

You knew what she was hinting at, and you couldn’t believe her childishness for being still hung up over something that happened more than a year ago. This is a fight you can never win. But the considerate guy standing next to you was not prepared to let it slide. “Do you want to swap with someone?”, Haejoong asked you, while Hyesoo side-eyed him in anticipation, waiting for him to challenge her directly.  

“Y/N...”, Jihyun’s voice came out of nowhere. She walked over, Taehyung trailing behind her, “... don’t ask to swap groups please.”  

There was a serious urge to roll your eyes at her feeble demand but Jihyun continued talking, “You don’t want to hear our explanations, that’s fine, we won’t force you to. But you just stopped talking to us, left the painting club and now you want to swap out of the project group because of us? I don’t want people to think that we are...  

“That you are what?”, you squinted a little, taunting her to complete her statement.

“That you know... we are...”, Jihyun was dragging out her words, perhaps reluctant to say it herself.  

“Why do you keep saying ‘we’? Does Taehyung share the same sentiments?”, it was even refreshing to yourself, that you were able to say such things now that you were no longer afraid of being branded as the petty other half.  

Jihyun could only wonder why Taehyung had no response, did he not hear you, did he not want to support her? She always thought that Taehyung will take her side but what’s with him now?  

There probably isn’t another situation more complicated and full-circle than this.  

Haejoong glared at Hyesoo, annoyed that she is taking advantage of her position as the TA; Hyesoo sneers at you, just because she never liked you in the first place; you looked at Jihyun in confusion, wondering if there was a sliver of yourself that you saw in her, now that she is assuming the role of the ‘petty’ girlfriend; Jihyun in turn glowers at Taehyung, finding it increasingly difficult to swallow his lack of support for her yet again; and Taehyung, just trying his best to pierce Haejoong’s face with his stare, bothered by his constant presence next to you.  

---

Jihyun stormed down the sidewalk leading to the hostels, Taehyung followed half-heartedly behind her.  

“Kim Taehyung!”, she suddenly stopped and spun around, shouting at him. “Why are we even together when you keep doing this?”  

“Doing what?”, he raised his voice a bit too.  

“Why do you always just say nothing when I... You know what? I'm just gonna get straight to the point, if we are together, you should be siding with me! Stop acting like a freaking diplomat. Yes I know you are a very social person and you don’t like to offend anybody but you can’t keep doing this!”, she lamented.  

“I have always been like this, you know I hate picking sides! You were fine with it before. Why are you so worked up about it now?”, this just felt somewhat of a déjà vu to Taehyung.  

“I was fine with it because I wasn’t your girlfriend at that time!”, Jihyun spat.  

He was suddenly floored and had no words as he processed hers. He has to admit, when you blew up a fuss about him not taking your side, he thought you were just being petty. After you broke up with him over it, he thought the rumours held water and that you were jealous of Jihyun. But... what’s with Jihyun now... why is she acting this way too?

“Taehyung-ah, you had difficulty siding your girlfriend against me, your best friend, that’s normal... but now I’m your girlfriend, she’s your ex... what is so difficult? Why can’t you just take my side?”, she was almost pleading at this point.  

Yes. Why couldn’t he? Wasn’t that the plan?

---

In the days after you broke up with him, Taehyung had been somewhat lost. The two of you hadn’t been dating for that long and he wasn’t one to pine over a lost relationship, but there was just a dent left in him. Something was just not right.  

Was it the abruptness of it all? Or perhaps, the lack of a reasonable explanation as to why it had to be this way? His mind was in such a mess. He wanted to call you, but no he shouldn’t, because he never u-turns in relationships, but he really wants to talk to you. And there it was again, that indecipherable noise in his head, was it even a sound?

Someone near him must have been talking to him this whole time but all he heard was just vague mumbling, until he suddenly snapped out of his daze when he felt a sharp pain on his right arm.

“Were you even listening to me?”, an exasperated Jihyun exclaimed, right after she had pinched him hard since her attempts at using words were not working.  

“Huh?”, Taehyung obviously did not catch anything she had said.  

The two of them were the only ones left sitting in the empty cinema. Jihyun had asked him to watch this movie with her, thinking it would help to lift his mood, after all it was a comedy.  

“I asked if you are hungry...”, Jihyun repeated, leaving out the bulk of the conversation that she knew he did not hear.  

“Yeah, sure”, he replied soullessly.  

“Yeah sure?”, she turns to look at him in disbelief, what kind of response was that?  

“Eo?”, he was still not fully there with her. It made her even more exasperated, she has never seen him so affected by anyone.  

“Kim Taehyung, get over it. It's just another break up...”, she suddenly asserted.

“What?”, Taehyung turns sharply to look at her, but she was staring ahead at the blank screen.  

“I said get over it... it’s just another break up...”, how many times exactly does she have to repeat everything she said for him to register it?  

“I’m trying, if you can’t tell... I'm trying to but -”, his words were fragmented, just like his thoughts.  

She exhaled a tiny puff of air, resolving that this is probably time for her to take that step she always contemplated, “If you need a distraction, or I guess, if you need a rebound, I’ll do it...”

His dazed eyes started coming back into focus, as he observes her side profile, slowly taking in what she was suggesting.  

She squeezes her eyes shut for a few seconds, then turns to look him at him with some form conviction, leaning in to kiss him lightly on his lips. There was a weird situation where a thousand things went through his mind yet there was no one thought that could actually be crystallised. His best friend just kissed him – that is a line either you choose to cross or choose to walk away from forever.  

He did nothing as he waited for the confusion to wear out, the two of them just looking at each other, inches apart, waiting for the other to make the next move. If that was the game, Jihyun must have lost. She could not outlast the indecisive idiot who always made her impatient.  

“Since you can’t decide, I'll make the call. Let's try it... this dating thing. Don’t they always say that it is a blessing if your significant other is also your best friend? We are already best friends, so let’s try this significant other thing then. I’ve always wondered what it will be like if we dated each other.”

That was one way to sell it. And it was probably the easiest way for Taehyung to buy it. Right, if his best friend was also his girlfriend then it should solve the problem. There would only be one side to take, right?  

---

Perception is often relative to position; just like how the angle of a camera can change how a subject appears in the photograph.  

“Why can’t you just take my side?”, Jihyun’s words were as piercing as her voice. “I am now your girlfriend, what do you think the other people will think if you remained neutral like that?”, Jihyun demanded a response from him again, as they stood on the gravel pavement.

“What would the other people think? Shouldn’t everyone just come to their own conclusions anyway?”, Taehyung retorted.  

“No! They will take it that I have lost... do you not see it?”, she was exasperated by now.  

A frown appears across his face. 

“So you are saying that... if I didn’t take your side... then you have lost... because we are together?”, he was trying to keep up with the logical chain. “Wait, was that what you thought all the while... when I was together with Y/N? When... when I didn’t take her side against you? Did you think that you... won?”, Taehyung’s mind was quivering to wrap around the revelation.  

“Wasn’t that the case?”, she was shocked that he never knew the kind of signals he was sending.

Only Jihyun could have made him see it. Because she reveled in victory while he took the middle high ground when she was his best friend, yet now, in this moment, she is defeated, because she couldn’t get from Taehyung the same thing that you had always yearned from him. What changed? The only difference is her position – she is now his girlfriend.

Your words came into his mind. “But sometimes, when you choose not to pick a side, you have essentially picked a side.”

It gradually shattered; the belief that if he picked no side, he will hurt no one. It was foreign to him; the recognition that he must have hurt you with what he did, or more accurately, didn’t do. He finally deciphers those unsettling noises he senses every now and then; it was his heart quibbling that something went wrong between him and you, and it was the voices of regret within him. 

“Jihyun, I’m sorry... I think... I think I must have made a mistake...”, he mutters, his voice husky and low in its usual way but with more resemblance to his mood.

“About what?”, she was the one frowning now.  

He looked straight into her resentful eyes. He was sorry to her, this was his fault. But this time he knew, he was going to hurt her, and it will be his choice to bear.

“About us”, he whispered, forlornly, finally. 

[loveisbraveandwild]

hi so i’ve gotten a lot of messages and asks/anons about attending the city of lover concert and i just want to tell my experience and explain how it happened, as well as address some things like my “views” on international fans and class. a lot of people are excited for me but i also came back tot some really really really hateful anons so i just wanted to clear everything up. the post is very long but it basically talks about being abroad, going to sessions, and then this weekend in paris.

as you may or may not know i’m currently doing a semester abroad in germany. i’m really fortunate to go to a university in the states that has a strong study abroad program allowing me to study in germany without paying an additional cost from what i already pay my uni. knowing i was going abroad, i saved as much money as possible because i knew i wanted to travel. because of my visa, i am not allowed to work in germany. i haven’t not had a job since middle school. as a full time student in the states i also work three jobs. during the summer i was working around 50-70 hours a week. i’m privileged and fortunate enough to be able to take out a lot of student loans and what i can’t take out, my parents pay. aside from my education, i fully pay for everything. traveling while abroad was a priority for me so i was able to save a good bit a money.

in addition to saving for abroad i was pocketing about $10/week for what at the time i knew to be the ts7 tour. when i got my call to go to rhode island and then nashville i spent every dollar i had for tour on a plane and airbnb in nashville. other people stayed in hotels, i stayed in a $34/night airbnb and while i always imagined my dad would be there when i met taylor, he couldn’t come. i was lucky that many of my friends who i met up with in nashville had parents generous enough to pay for multiple meals of mine. despite all of this, i recognize my privilege of being able to go to sessions. i was saving for things that definitely aren’t necessities because i have the means to between my babysitting, sales associate, and paid internship jobs. while i havent spoken about it much because i honestly don’t know how to talk about it without getting backlash, i want to make it very clear that i do not for a second take for granted the fact that i was able to fly to nashville with 8 days notice as a result of the class and financial situation i am currently in. 

going back to abroad, i knew i was going to paris. i didn’t know when but its been a dream of mine since i started learning french at age 11. i imagined a short weekend with a few abroad friends to site see. when taylor announced the city of lover concert, i reached out to a couple of my international fan mutuals with the hopes of being able to meet up with them. i knew this concert was for international fans and i never for one second considered taking an opportunity away from an international fan. when yas and i discussed going to paris together it was clear that had she won tickets, she was going to go with someone else despite us staying together because we know there are people who have never seen taylor because of where they live. my plan was to go to the venue and meet up with friends and maybe catch a glimpse of scott or tree if we were lucky. i got a round trip flight for 97 euros and stayed in a hostel and explored paris alone for a few days until yas came to paris. my program doesn’t allow friday classes so i left thursday evening and then flew back to germany at 4am this morning because i had class at 9am. i did skip class on monday though, something i am eternally grateful for being able to do. 

the day of the concert we arrived around 3 and met up with the handful of people we knew were going. the day of the concert i learned that doors opened at 6:00pm and the concert started at 8:30pm. i didn’t know this until i was in paris. i also got pickpocketed the day before the concert so wasn’t able to access social media with the exception of a few times because of yas’s generosity and willingness to let me use her phone. had i had full access to my phone, i would have posted when and where the concert was.

when we arrived there was a barricade section of people without tickets but with the hopes of going in. there were about two dozen of them and almost all, if not all of them were european swifties. we found it odd that they were holding these people considering staff said multiple times that there were no more tickets. however, yas and i were still planning to leave at around 6:15/6:30 after everyone was let into the concert. at around 5:45 we were still there, people were getting excited, and i said to yas “i want to get into the barricade. what’s the worst that can happen.” after they let the first group of people into the concert venue they opened the barricade and gave us all bracelets. i was about fifth from last to get my bracelet and they still had what looked to be 20 or so more bracelets to give out. i was shocked. i was crying, shaking, smiling, all the good things. i could not believe what was happened. i never went to the venue with the intentions of getting in even for a second but i knew that if i got into the barricade with literally fifteen minutes until the doors opened i wouldn’t be taking a spot from anyone if they did distribute tickets. there’s no way anyone could have predicted they would let us in because staff made if very clear both day of and days leading up to the event that all the tickets were won or bought. me being there did not take a spot away from anyone. if i hadn’t gone in that would have been one less person at the concert, not one more spot for an international fan. i recognize my privilege of being able to go to paris at all, let alone with someone i had never met before for an event i wasnt even going to. 

i spoke a lot about the concert leading up to it, in addition to the experiences i’ve had since being abroad the last few weeks. i had no idea what its like to be an international fan and im frustrated that it took me walking a mile in international fans shoes to actually speak about it. i should have said something sooner, and i know that. i still stand by every single thing i said or reblogged about the injustices of being an international fan. again, my experience at the concert was not in spite of international fans. i want to continue to be an ally for international fans if welcomed to, but many of the anons i got suggested i should never talk about it again. additionally, i got a lot of asks about my privilege. this is something i know i need to address more directly and its honestly one of the hardest issues for me to talk about. the school i go to and the people i am surrounded by often puts me on the lower class side but in the real world and in this fandom i know i am extremely privileged. im not well educated on how to talk about my class privilege but its something i very much want to learn and so i am actively trying. this fandom has already taught me so much.

i’m sorry this is so long but i needed to get my story out because i’m still very distraught by the dozens of hateful asks i got about the concert. this was easily the second best weekend of my life and i boarded my plane back to germany shaking over the anons i knew i would come back to. i understand all the anger and frustration because i know there are people who have been here for years without even a notice let alone the opportunities i’ve gotten over the past month and a half. i want to talk about it but only in a constructive manner. i still dont have my phone to replies will be delayed but please feel free to comment, send me asks/anons, or messages if you took the time to read this post. 

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Far Cry 5 : the characters on a trip, part two !

This is the second part of this post.

Taglist : @theeonlyroman @krenee1drful @followedbyhell @zacklover24 @swatchdcg

John Seed

You insist on going somewhere wild.

You go on a safari in the jungle / savanna.

He acts all tough and adventurous at first, but it doesn’t last long.

“Okay so where is the hotel ?”

“We’re sleeping in a hut, John.”

“A W H A T ?”

He just can’t function if he’s not in the most expensive hotel.

He tries not to complain too much but fails miserably.

Mosquitoes love him and, after a few days, he’s covered in mosquito bites.

He’s also scared of all the animals you see and stays hidden in the back of the Jeep.

One day when you’re walking his foot touches a snake.

Loudest. Scream. Ever.

I swear you might be deaf after that.

Overall, not the best experience.

But he totally brags to his brothers when you get back about his « crazy and dangerous encounter with a big and venomous snake »...

Joseph Seed

You go to a tropical island.

You spend all day laying on the beach while Joseph reads aloud to you.

You go snorkeling together and Joseph gets kinda scared because of how deep the ocean is.

Who knows what’s in the bottom, right ?

So you get out of the water and just chill on the beach.

You go on hikes and Joseph talks about how beautiful the world is.

He’s right and you just love his enthusiasm.

You go to little restaurants together and there’s always people playing music.

It’s simply lovely and heavenly.

You have the best time together.

Jacob Seed

You love going camping with him... but, just this once, you insists on travelling to a big city !!!

He’s really weirded out.

He hates crowds.

He hates formal clothes.

But he loves seeing you all happy.

You eat in fancy restaurants and he’s actually pleasantly surprised about the quality of the meat.

Walking in the street is so easy since nobody even dares to touch him.

You just have to walk behind him and nobody will bump into you.

He gets REALLY angry when a teenager stands up to give him his spot in the subway.

“DO I LOOK LIKE AN OLD MAN TO YOU ? I COULD CHOKE YOU WITH MY PINKY FINGER YOU ABSOLUTE MORON !!!”

You go to museums and Jacob just loves touching all the art pieces...

And most of the security guards are too scared of him to say anything.

He enjoys the trip more than he thought he would...

Faith Seed

You go on a cruise.

She loves the ocean and the pools on the boat... she just loves to swim.

She spends 99% of the trip in her swimsuit.

She takes pictures of eeeeeeverything.

She also loves talking to the crew.

“Can I speak with the captain of the boat, please ?”

“Is there a problem, Miss ?”

“Oh no, I just want to ask him if I can try his cap on. They look so cool. Maybe he’ll let me try his uniform as well ?! White really suits me, you know ?”

And the crew memember just stands there awkwardly like “Miss, I don’t think that’s gonna be possible...?”

You get drunk together in your room on the last night.

In the morning, the crew as to wake you up because it’s time to leave the boat !!

“5 more minutes.” answers Faith as she almost punches one of the crew members who’s trying to wake her up.

Lovely trip with a lot of good stories to tell in the end !

Staci Pratt

You go backpacking together.

Staying in hostels and Airbnbs.

It’s not luxurious but it’s so much fun !

You meet a lot of people from different nationalities and just talk with them for hours.

At some point you definitely get lost because Staci got distracted.

But eventually you’re back on track.

Lots of weird side road attractions.

“The taco museum ?! That sounds like fun, right y/n ?”

You take a bunch of pictures of you next to funny and random stuff.

Staci sends them to Joey (Hudson) and she comments on how stupid you both look...

But she adds a little heart so you know she’s just joking.

Sharky Boshaw

You spend the weekend in a theme park.

Sharky just loves them.

He wants to wake up at 5am so you can be the first ones on every ride.

You buy cotton candy, slushees, pop corn, and all the food you can find.

So eventually Sharky pukes during one of the ride... and his puke is bright blue.

“Hey if you go to a theme park without puking, what’s the point, right ?”

“Sure Sharky...”

He wants to take picture with all the park’s mascots but they freak him out so he doesn’t.

“It’s just weird man. What’s under that costume, huh ? Joseph fucking Seed could be wearing that and you wouldn’t recognize him.”

And then he goes on a rant about how the cult should have a mascot.

“Maybe more people would join their cult if they had a cool mascot, you know ? Maybe it could be a Judge, right ? That’d be fun.”

He secretly wants to be a mascot tbh.

Sharky’s a furry, confirmed !!!