#true talent

[wonusite]

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So I will not write for all of them be let's be real there are so many of them and i dont really have the patience lol

In this universe there are levels of being alpha, beta and omega and here is how it works:

Pure royal blood alpha - do i need to explain? The strongest werewolf level, they are impossible to kill even if they are on the younger side and also has magic abilities, both parents are either royal blood alphas or one is pure blood while the other is royal blood, lives over two thousands years in many cases

Pure blood alpha - second strongest, only can be killed with the royal blood's magic, both parents have to be pure blood so they are rarer than royal blood, lifetime is about a thousand years but can live longer if their mate is royal blood or a fairy

Regular alpha - second rarest, both parents should be regular alpha but because of some exceptions pure blood + regular might give regular, if their soulmate is a fairy they might have magic since birth, doesnt live longer than five hundred but a pure (royal) blood can give them their blood and make them live longer if they are destinied packmates (seventeen is destinied packmates), same goes for alpha like beta and beta

Mixed blood alpha - rarest, doesnt live long, is the result of natures forbidden loves and believed they are cursed (fairy and beta, pure royal blood alpha and hybrid omega, alpha like beta and vampire etc.)

Alpha like beta - a transitional level between the two but considered beta, might turn into regular alpha if the pack loses the alpha but it's rare, usually parents are regular alpha + beta

Beta - Just beta, they have nothing special, they just exist because the nature said so

Weak blood beta - they usually die if they can't find their soulmate before their twentieth winter, parents usually omega + beta

Royal Omega - they have royal blood like the first level alphas but were given born by a beta (any type of beta) so they werent born as alpha, nature still accepts them as royal and actually they are right under the pure blood alphas but they are still omegas so i put them here on the list

Omega - just like beta, they exist because nature said so, if they find their soulmate they can live as long as their soulmates level lets them but if they cant they live around a hundred years or so

Hybrid Omega - weirdly enough they are not rare at all but they live for like fifteen years so its hard to see them, only parent combination is a hybrid (could be bunny or cat or dragon it doesnt matter) and an omega

Seungcheol: alpha, leader, the one who checks upon all of them and keeps them together, oldest so strongest because of the nature rules even tho there are others physicly bigger than him, has a totally white fur but it gets darker in color if he has a sense that his soulmate or packmate is in danger/hurt, he is a pure blood alpha

Hoshi: has a fur similar to a tiger (horanghae agenda supporter me waves from the corner), is a sweetheart alpha like beta who helps the pack leader when needed but not necaserrely (noone can spell this hell of a word correctly and i dont respect english enough to spellcheck, idgaf) the right hand man, might even take the role of Seungcheol if he needs to for a while but he would rather not to

Wonu: regular alpha who has magic, pitch black fur but he has some dark grey areas, left hand man who just sits on the side and observes, the deadliest of them but doesnt show it unless he has to

Jihoon: the seond hand man who would be physicly seungcheol right hand if it was possible, keeps seungcheol in line if he needs to, even tho he is an omega he is a fucking royal blood omega which makes him one of the most valuable creatures of the nature so he has a protection barrier since birth, after the pack was complite he went to his fairy auntie and asked her to extend the barier to his packmates, who is she to refuse a royal omega? Has an orange-brown fur that is so fucking georgeus that you wont be able to look away for a while

Seokmin: omega cutie, has a red like brown fur, somehow has magic ability because of an anomaly but thats great because he takes care of the plants and heals the members with his magic, doesnt get into fights because yk, he is an omega

Mingyu: our cutie beta, has nothing special if you ask the others but to his packmates he is everything, just a puppy living his best life, however he will get violent if he has to even tho he hates it

Chan: if his story doesnt make you tear up i dont know what will but he was supposed to be a royal blood alpha. But nature is not kind to everyone, she is cruel to some because they dont belong to where they were born, chan was kicked out of his family pack because even tho both of his parents are pure royal blood alphas he is a regular beta who has magic ability. When he was born his family pack decided that he was the black sheep who was cursed by nature and to get rid of the curse before it spread to the rest of them they had to make him go. His own father put him on top of a random rock that was in the middle of forest, he was just three days old. Luckly Seungcheols mother found him and raised him along with his son so the first member of the destinied pack was chan who has black fur that shines blue under the moonlight (thats his magic along with his royal blood but shhh noone needs to know that)

I hope i didnt forget anythşng because that literally took years

Btw im the nature here lol

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crazy how you made this into a whole ass fic that i would gobble up no questions asked

[madeleineengland]

So.. through the demise of twitter, tumblr has made a fake 1970s Martin Scorsese movie called Goncharov with mlm ship and fake poster.

This is the superior app.

[psyduck-doodle]

Yeah, sure some people have talents but they can never come close to me. I can almost completely sing the 2012 TMNT theme song. So who’s really the talented one here? 😎

[nickys-theater-blog]

i simply cannot get enough of bryan’s “house of labeijaaaa” in that one clip from the new normal

[magikorbert]

this is my nepo baby. i’m making him a child actor

[jitterbonesjoey]

https://youtu.be/JVnO7iNWSa4

Go check out and support this incredible artist

[omg-whathaveidone]

This interview is a gift!!

[baldwin-leather-repair-mo]

Go check this out it's pretty exciting.

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

[djo]

PEDRO PASCAL as JAVI GUTIERREZ The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (2022)

[brandanmusic]

Stuck in your maze, I can’t find my way out

Stuck in your dungeon, your secret hideout

Take all my pain, with it, all my soul out

Remember the times when I poured my soul out

Took you to places you only dreamt of

Black hole in your soul taking all that I dreamt of

Come down to earth just to go up and leave us

I tried so hard to erase it from my mind

I tried so hard to replace that feeling inside

I tried to stop making you cry with my lies

I tried babe I’m still trying baby all my life

I tried to stop

I tried a lot

I tried and I cried and I cried all night

All bottled up, my feelings suck

I’m not enough, it’s not enough

I’m such a scumbag and just a fuck up

When you got nothing to believe in

Don’t give up just keep moving

Whenever you feel like you’re worthless

Keep fighting for your purpose

I tried so hard to erase it from my mind

I tried so hard to replace that feeling inside

I tried to stop making you cry with my lies

I tried babe I’m still trying baby all my life

[wonusite]

Plot twist, seungcheol comes sliding around the corner into the room cause of seungkwans scream and finds the scene poor seungkwan has walked into with him trying so hard to pull DK from between your legs but every tug that pulls DK closer to the end of the bed just drags you with him and you’re on the verge of your next exam as you start whimpering and whining and you can barely gasp out cheols name as Seungkwan is still struggling and panting with his face all read and sweat causing his hair to stick to his forehead

Seungkwan: Hyung! thank god you’re here! I I I need help- I can’t- HYUNG NooOOooOoOoOOOOOO!!

cheol shoves Seungkwan out of the way and bends your thigh up and out of the way to join DK between your legs

-😶‍🌫️

idk how u make this shit so funny yet also hot?? 😭

[dogboots]

normal about these two...

[faunandfloraas]

requested by anonymita.

[dans1earring]

Thinking about child actor Dan

[naturecalls111]

Me, consuming any other media ever: how can I make this about zosan