I’m not very good at this kind of thing, anymore, but hi there everyone. I’m Faline Doe. I’m eighteen with the mark of a submissive. I guess if there’s anything else you want to know, feel free to ask. But until then, I guess I’ll see you around. I’ll be the one with the crazy limp.

Headcanon that giving babies middle names is an Alderaanian custom (ie, Bail Prestor Antilles, Breha Jacenta Organa, etc) (also ie, JACENTA JACENTA JACENTA FIGHT ME i mean anyway) and that all three of the Solo kids have middle names because Leia wanted to honour that custom.

Leia herself, however, does not have a middle name, as Bail saw it improper and disrespectful to give her a name that her mother didn’t chose, also knowing that on Naboo middle names aren’t a thing. As a child, Leia spends hours imagining up possible middle names for herself until she’s older and understands why her parents never gave her a middle name when everyone else has one.

I might be an asshole to everyone else or I might come off as stuck up . And because of some of things I been through I might be but with her it’s different . I mean yeah I can be my usual asshole self but damn does she make me the softest sweetest romantic son of a bitch ever . Only she brings that out of me . You only see what I want you to see . She knows or will know everything about me . God does she make me happy

anonymous asked:

Don't you think Maks should have picked up Meryl himself, I mean he has used her name as his special guest.

OMG..no..it seems JT picked up everyone. Who cares who picked up who as long as someone did. I have a hard time believing Maks is the jerk some are trying to make him out to be..he does care about her. Meryl is fine..Maks is not going treat her like crap and make her feel left out..she knows him better than any of us. Meryl knows everyone else also..she’s not alone plus she has other friends in NY I’m sure she’ll see at some point. Maybe she saw them last night because the rest of the week is rehearsals…

Sorry small rant 😏

Here’s my question..

When Alison made the comment about Andrew and the kissing rock did that imply he was beach hottie and that they used to have a thing or..

Is Ali just going along with everyone else’s interpretation of Andrew being A?

I don’t believe that Andrew is A, but like I need to know what he has to do with any of this. What did they do to Andrew? What does Andrew have to A? I am so here for this season though

Also, are there two A’s in the dollhouse?

anonymous asked:

Im so lost in all this Azoff stuff...

I don’t know if I can explain it better than everyone else but I will try :).

As far as I know, we have two separate things here: 

  1. The “Sold Out” TV show: about “a band on tour trying to live the dream, which can sometimes be a nightmare. There’s jealousy, competition, sexual tension, and it’s all happening on a bus with only one toilet.” and produced by Irving Azoff. Does it ring a bell? The font of the title might also look familiar to you (I’m not saying the show is about 1D but it certainly looks interesting). The important part of this is that they say “the man behind some little groups like One Direction” in the summary of the show - a pretty interesting detail to consider and that brought GMR to our attention.
  2. GMR: Global Music Rights is a “music rights management company focused on licensing, surveying and distributing public performance royalties to songwriters, composers and publishers” founded by Irving Azoff in 2013. What does that mean? It means that they providethe legal authorization you need to use the music of our writer, composer and publisher clients in your place of business. Without it, your establishment could be vulnerable to the harsh penalties of copyright infringement.” - to make it simpler: they decide if they give the rights of the boys’ music to other people for advertisement, soundtracks, to play in establishments, etc. For example, the people from Coca-Cola needed a licence to use Clouds in the Larry lookalike ad and this was probably the company that approved it.

What does this all mean? It means that we finally have a real, tangible connection between One Direction and Irving Azoff: No more rumours, no more speculation. I think it’s not the only real connection because I also believe Azoff, at the very least, works as an adviser for the boys in other matters that has nothing to do with music licensing. This isn’t about management, I want to make that clear because I’ve seen confusion about it - this is NOT a management company but it’s still a very important connection because he now has power of decision over the boys’ copyright distribution and that is pretty big (if Coca-Cola fell under his decision, which I believe it did, it’s already done a lot for the boys). 

This is very good, another big change and another step towards the professional team they deserve (and I honestly believe this is just the tip of the real connections between Azoff and One Direction).


Emma’s selfless act of love; her sacrifice for Regina’s happiness.
Song: Wicked Game – Gemma Hayes version. Lyrics below.

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                psa: it is okay for your character interpretation to be different from someone else’s – it does not make your portrayal wrong. everyone begins at different points of a character’s source development and picks up different nuances / possibilities. i personally love seeing how portrayals differ person-to-person based off who is behind the screen. if every interpretation were the same, threading with different writers of the same character would be terribly dull. sharing one’s ideas and writing can be an incredibly vulnerable experience. please do not belittle yourself because your portrayal is not like  someone else’s. please do not belittle others because their portrayal is different from yours. there is a difference between constructive criticism and being hateful. please be kind and respectful to one another and yourself.

anonymous asked:

okay do you know what i want? natasha fucking romanoff, who has a shit ton of issues, PTSD and god knows what else, who never screams when she has a nightmare, who never flinches when it feels like the walls are closing in, marching into sams office one day and sitting down, eyebrows raised, arms crossed. i want natasha being her own fucking hero, saving herself, dealing with her issues & fighting to get better. she doesn't need to be saved by anyone, but she does need help, and that's okay.

I want Natasha to fucking own herself, and that includes saving herself. She’s her own goddamn hero, and it’s time everyone else fucking saw that. You, my friend, are a fucking gift. 

Other People’s Children

I just got a text from a buddy of mine. He is kind of a champion, this guy. He is the kind of guy who does everything better than everyone else and still makes it look easy. And you can’t hate him for it because he is so darn likeable. And kind. And today, a little heartbroken.

My buddy had to call CPS today. A girl in his class needs help. He tried to help, my friend. But as he said, “What happens when they leave?”

I wished I could buy my buddy a beer and just tell him, “I feel you.” Because nothing hurts worse than knowing we cannot protect the children in our classes. We can love them. We can laugh at their jokes and laud their achievements and listen. Even cry with them sometimes. We can call the people who might be able to help. But we are not their parents. And no matter how hard we try, some holes in their lives we cannot fill.

Today, I felt for my buddy especially, because of what happened to my boy, T, last week.

Last week was graduation. If there is a more hopeful and beautiful day in the year than graduation day, I don’t know what it is. I wake up smiling and fall asleep smiling. I may even smile in my sleep. Cuz my jaw sure hurts by the end of it all.

Except for when graduation hurts. Like when there is a kid in my class like T. T is exceptional. He is not just bright and articulate. He is not just mature and kind. He does not just strive super hard for perfection. He takes responsibility. He communicates with us like a colleague. Sometimes, I have had to remind myself he is just a kid.

I have always known T was gay. To me, it is an aspect of him which is intrinsic, like his height or his talent with the written word.

I guess his parents felt differently. When he told them this winter, they told him they were done with him. They told him, as soon as he graduated, he was out of their house. They stopped parenting him. They became strangers in his house. The house he had a few months left to live in with them.

T is resilient. He got a job. Then he got another job. He talked to the right people about going to college, about doing it on his own. He found a place to live. He paid his car insurance and passed his classes. He even did some community service with me, you know, when I needed someone I could really count on.

And when graduation day loomed, we talked about his parents. Would they come? Would he want them to come at all?

I could not say, “Sure, let them come. I would LOVE to talk with them.” I could not clench my fists and spit on the ground.

I had to just wait and see.

On the day which should have been the greatest day of his life, I asked him, “Are they coming?”

“I don’t know,” he said, voice level. “I put two tickets on the shelf where my mom keeps her purse. We’ll see.”

In my job I am fortunate enough to get to say the names of some of the graduates every year. When I said T’s name, I just also said, “I love you,” in case no one else did that day.

Then, as I was walking out of the auditorium, into the flashes of a thousand pictures, into the balloons and flowers, into the proud throng, a woman stopped me.

Her hand on my arm, she said, “I am T’s mom. I just wanted to thank you for being such a motivation to my son.”

Be classy, Ms. S.

“Well, I love your son.”

“I love my son, too,” she said. And then she started to sob and fled.

A little later I saw T and we took a selfy. I hugged him as hard as I could. “I am so proud of you!” I told him. I meant it. More than anything. Then I asked, “Did you see your mom?”

“No,” he shook his head. “Was she here?”

So much hope can still break me.

So I told him, “You mom was here. She loves you.”

There are so many tears in this world. They are endless.

I know my buddy feels terrible right now because the girl in his class has a rough time with her dad and he cannot fix it. I know how he feels because I feel that way, too.

It is never, ever enough.

I just hope they know. I hope they know we would fix it all. If we could.

Because see, a thing is this: to me, Carol is perfect.

I’m so sick of people hating on others for going to multiple shows. Yes, it sucks if you can’t go to any, and I understand that, but it does no good to tell others they do not deserve to go to many. You don’t know how they got tickets, and them going to shows is not preventing you from getting tickets. There are so many people who work hard everyday just so they can buy tickets for themselves, their children, their friends, etc, and it is honestly very rude to tell them that they do not deserve to go to. I wish everyone could go to shows, I really do, but please remember that someone else buying a ticket does not prevent someone else from getting one as well.


Am I the only one who thinks America might remember her life before Battleworld? I mean, see the evidence:

A) when they say the shark is the only of its kind and she replies “Yeah… and so am I”. Like, ok, it’s a badass comment but also how could she know that in Battleworld?? Does she remember the Utopian Parallel? If so, does she remember the Demiurge and the Multiverse?

B) “Nobody tell PETA”. I get this is meant to be a joke but it feels out of place in Battleworld. Like, it’s a world with such a feudal system, where the realms have little to no contact with each other… Does PETA exist there? Or in Arcadia? Could America subconsciously make that joke referring to something in 616??

C) America was so chill after breaking the rules. I mean, seriously. Pretty much everyone else was freaking the hell out and she was willing to shrug it off. This is not just a matter of her attitude. This is… So far, what we know about Battleworld is that everyone has the God Doom Above All mentality engrained deeply in their lives (which explains She Hulk giving up so quickly on saving America) but she seems almost too cool about it. If she did remember the Multiverse, then she would know all too well that Doom’s act is bullshit and not take him seriously.

I’m just saying, she was always a separate entity from the Multiverse. Laws of Physics meant nothing to her powers. She could cross between realities. It’s not such a far shot that Doom’s magic would have a different or lesser effect on her. Maybe he knows.

Maybe the Shark attack and having her removed from Arcadia and taken to The Shield wasn’t so random after all…

Rage Post

Found in this post is a ditto about something I hate about each type. 



INTJs: You dON’T FUCKING Know everything! You can’t even talk to people properly or articulate a damn argument. 

INTPs: Dude…the only reason people don’t want to date you is you have a fucking neckbeard and pretend like immaturity is cool and fuck everyone else. You can’t say fuck everyone else and expect them to like you. 


INFPs: You guys can’t even wipe YOUR ASSES WITHOUT VALIDATION.  Why the FUCK should I respect your “well-researched” moral high-ground?

ENFPs: You can wipe your asses without validation, but I am still pissy over your high horse. Also, it isn’t cute to be morally belligerent. 

ENFJs: Just cause I don’t want to date you doesn’t mean you should drop off the face of the fucking planet and stop being my “best friend.” What, you were only my friend to fuck me?





ESFPs: Stop giving so much of a shit about what your “homies” think of you

ISFPs: It isn’t cool to be fucking lazy and ignorant

ISTPs: Dude, I’m sorry I’m not as logical as you are in the exact same way as you


Not all those who wander are lost.

Fellowship of the Ring (”Strider”)

clockworkbeard asked, for the Middle Earth Quote Meme, “16!”, #16 being the quote everybody loves that I don’t actually really like. And I know I’m probably committing, like, Tolkien blasphemy here or something, but this particular over-used portion of Aragorn’s poem is definitely that quote for me. It’s not that I don’t like the quote itself, it’s just that I’m often frustrated by the way I see it used in the “real world.” All sorts of wanderlust-aged folk misuse this quote as some sort of slogan to suggest that floating aimlessly through life does not mean you’re lost! (And I’m not even disagreeing with that philosophy, it’s just that this isn’t what the quote means. Young adults without a calling don’t know where they’re going. Aragorn always did. It was everyone else who assumed he was lost.)

There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.” 
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
A little venting on a Thursday...

There is a bearded, shave headed, Western shirt wearing hipster here at work that does something… god knows what, for our company’s web department. He walks by my office every day making an effort to say hi to everyone else in the surrounding area but I feel he purposely avoids any contact with me.  This guy, who we’ll now address as “Craft Brew,” obviously has some kind of hang-up about me being obviously older and not having time to deal with his discussions of gluten-free, organic, sustainably harvested apple butter at the “hippest” hotspot downtown or his adventures in riding his recumbent bike while getting his growler filled at the coolest brew pub in Federal Hill.  He obviously feels threatened that I have a consistent individual personality where I am who I am and work is not the place where I espouse my viewpoints on every aspect of who I am and what I’m about.  Maybe he feels that my obvious mid-century appreciation, reflected in my clothing and choice of hairstyle are not the be-all and end-all of what I am and he simply can’t figure me out. So to you Craft Brew and the rest of the hip urban-dwelling youngsters who I have the “pleasure” of dealing with on a daily basis I have this to say… keep on wondering.

“If you’re lucky, the horrible thing that happens gives you some distance from the world and it lets you to look at it in a way no one else does.

If you’re lucky, the horrible thing that happens makes you move closer to everyone around you because you understand how bad the horrible thing can be, and you know there’s a chance someone else might have felt something as horrible as you have.

So you are not careless with others.

You try and make sure the horrible thing don’t happen to them.

Because you’re the lucky one.”