I-go-to-bed

Super fast translation of the Gintama 527 spoilers of the full text balloons in the middle, please correct me if I’m misinterpreting:

本物の警察は
本物の侍は
こんな事しない

"A true police officer, a true samurai, won’t do such things"

あの人は
こんな事しない

"That person will never do such things"

Thanks to imustbenuts for some help!

Yes! Thank you so much! I can’t tell you enough how great you people are! Practically three months since I made this account and I couldn’t be any happier with the people I’ve met and chatted with. I’m so grateful for you all and the fact you even like what I post. (Or whatever you decided to follow me fore)

This doesn’t go out just to the people on this list, it goes out to all 400+ of you. If could break my heart into little 400+ or so pieces, I’d totally give one to each and every one of you. That sounds horrible but you know what I mean. 

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my favorite 12 yr old heh heh

anonymous asked:

Hi :) I really love your metas, i could spend days reading it, you're really amazing :) I notice certain things (especially in set design) but otherwise I kinda suck at it, so I wanted to ask if there's something I can do to be better at it? Like know something about structure of stories, tv tropes and I don't know what else? Could you give me some tips on what to read and which information should I know to understand the story more?

Hi Nonny, thanks for the message!

There’s really no right way to go about analyzing film/tv, so bear in mind that this is just the angle I come at it from because of my background in screenwriting.

As a rule, so long as you can back up your interpretations with examples from the media in question, you’re golden. If you can’t back up your interpretations? Then they’re headcanons—and that’s fine, too.

Now that the disclaimery portion of the reply is out of the way, you can find my actual response under the cut :)

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i feel terrible !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The sound of petite steps echoed behind the door…followed by a voice…the voice he had not heard in what seemed like a millennia, the voice that, for all these years….he had longed to hear just once more…

"Stephen??….Stephen it’s me…."

…..

"….Cͣ͊ͦ͛̅l͎̤̜e̥͓͉͙̯͑a͓̥̪̟̻͞—”

murmured under his laboured breath…in his panic, he dragged his sorry state into the darkest corner of the room -pathetic- in a feeble attempt to hide himself from her….she could not see him like this…she must not

It was the last thing he wanted…he never wanted this since the moment this horrendous ‘curse’ befell on him….

"Stephen??…."

Her voice…It was bliss…yet it was strangling him….what was she doing here? why now? the questions were making him increasingly restless.

The abnormal appendages curled around Stephen, clicking and squirming, in reaction to the his need to hide to run. his new-found fear…

It was getting dangerous….not for him….but for her

The sound of the door seals unlocking and the dragging moan of rusty hinges rang, as the heavy door slowly swung open.

Curling in on himself..Stephen pushed his hands into his face, wishing she would just turn around and leave…before his already muddled head started to say things to him…dark things…

"Stephen??? are you in here…???-"

"-it’s so dark in here- ah- this will help.." 

candles alight through the room, though ink-black shadows danced around still…it was enough light to make out the shapes of objects and furniture….what was left of it any way….the room looked as if there was a scuffle, the place was a mess…

Clea’s eyes danced around the walls, ceiling and the floor boards….tracing what looked like claw marks littering the entire room.

She instantly realised…what ever did this…it was still in here…she hoped she had not just unlocked a room Stephen was keeping a demon imprisoned in…he would be so mad with her…

her thoughts ceased upon the sounds of murmuring, clicking, and breathing that one would believe was the sound of sandpaper on oak…

She slowly crept towards a large desk at the end of the room…fear starting to seep from her being..

҉̧͚̬̠̬͎͚̳̲̮̘̠̳͙̮͍”…please…..”

tracing her now shaking hand down the desk top, she crept round it…

"….don’t look-"

her eyes fell upon something…….something she could not comprehend….its form….no…

"……..C̡͇͚͍̫̓̃ͣ̅̄̄̌͌͜ͅl̡̓̓͏̻̰͕̻̗̺̼͕͜e̢̜̘̰̣͕͗̿͛́ͬ̄́a̸̞͎ͯ̓̉̕͞-

at the distorted sound of her name….her harrowing realisation was met with the creature’s eyes meeting hers…before shielding them with blooded hands…..
̰̬̮͇̑͢

"-D̷҉͏͉̤͖̝̝͇̞̰͇̩̞̬́Ò̜̯̭͔̞̮̲͍̙͝͡N҉̤̫̼͜͝’̧̧̬̜̫̭͉̣͈̗̫̼̼̦̦͉̼͈̻̘̩T̵̛̺̟̹̖̩̲̱͎̳͇͚̜̩ ̸̶̛͏̹̰͈̟̤̦͔͘L̢̜̠͔̞̬̪̕͝Ó̯̱̩͔͓̻̲̜̟̟̺̗͙̪͘͜ͅO͟҉̴̖̰̬̥̫̖͉̩̼͍͖̬̥͕͘ͅḰ̳̯̮̮̦͔̱̹̬̼͕̝̲͇͈ͅ ҉̷̧̭̹̳̱͚̺͢Ą҉̨̰̳̩̹̞̩̺̺̝̖͕̜̯̱̭̭̯̟̺T̸̡̛̜̭̙̲̀͡ ̨̨͉̪̝͓̰̻̼̼̙̘̘̫̀͟M̸͕̞̯̥̤̮̫̲̹̗͈̦̗͔̻͢͞ͅͅÉ͚̣̭̗̖̙̮̖̜̯̮̼͢"

i really just need someone i can scream all my gender woes at and cry to when i feel this shitty about it because god damn its hard to find someone who both tries to(or does) understand,and can comfort and help me the right way

but mostly i just feel like a fucking bother, or like im annoying and stupid and no one really cares because your name isnt really rhys and you like your hips and your boobs so you cant REALLY be a guy right lol

anonymous asked:

I don't usually send you ask whenever you get anon hate because plenty of people will probably do that. But the anons saying that all Germans are terrible because of what their ANCESTORS did are the worst anons ever. Firstly to generalise everyone living in the same country is racist, and secondly you have no control over what your ancestors have done, so it is stupid to blame you. You wren't even born when WII happened!

Indeed, it´s racist as hell! My mom wasn´t even born when it happend, how am I supposed to be responsible for my grandpa´s deeds (well he didn´t do anything, this is just me using an example).

I do have a responsibility though and this is gonna be my last post today because it´s nearly midnight and I need to sleep. Well, my responsibilty is

  • to shape the future of my country
  • to educate people about what happened in the past and how things have changed over the years
  • to actually prevent something that horrible from ever happening again.

I will not take the blame for horrible events in the past, I will not stand people calling me nazi because of my ancestors or because of my nationality. I refuse to feel guilty for that just because I was born in germany and raised here.

What I do feel responsable for is education of others, prevention, democracy and decency in the future. That is my issue to handle and my contribution for keeping the peace. Education is key, know about both historical and recent matters and you elect the right people and don´t repeat old mistakes, it´s as simple as that. And that´s all.