a song of ice and fire au where literally everything is the same except snow is actually popcorn
  • “Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the popcorn fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.”
  • Bran looked down. There was nothing below him now but popcorn and cold and death, a frozen wasteland where jagged blue-white spires of ice waited to embrace him. They flew up at him like spears. He saw the bones of a thousand other dreamers impaled upon their points. He was desperately afraid.
  • “Under the sea, it popcorns up,” said the fool, “and the rain is dry as bone. I know, I know, oh, oh, oh.”
  • The popcorn fell and the castle rose. Two walls ankle-high, the inner taller than the outer. Towers and turrets, keeps and stairs, a round kitchen, a square armory, the stables along the inside of the west wall. It was only a castle when she began, but before very long Sansa knew it was Winterfell. She found twigs and fallen branches beneath the popcorn and broke off the ends to make the trees for the godswood. For the gravestones in the lichyard she used bits of bark. Soon her gloves and her boots were crusty white, her hands were tingling, and her feet were soaked and cold, but she did not care. 
  • Pycelle stroked the popcorny beard that flowed down his chest.
  • “You know nothing, Jon Popcorn.”

I know most of you probably don’t even care about this but it is something I felt the need to post.

These two videos are about 2 and a half years apart - the first in September 2012 when I was still 16 and the second from today, May 2015 at 19. Back in ‘12 I was considered the most advanced dancer at my studio (hard to believe I know, we were a small studio haha). Because of that, even though I was constantly teaching myself new things, I just coasted. It wasn’t until I moved away from home in 2013 and went into a class that was considered advanced until I realised how “un-advanced” I technically was, and I really hated it. So I started putting everything into my dancing. I was away from home, away from my old studio, still dealing with the pain of the previous year and decided to focus everything into dance. It was my outlet and my escape - as it had been for many years previously, except this time it was different. It wasn’t an escape from school work or an escape from mean kids at school, it was an escape from myself. I stretched and danced and stretched and danced until my knees were purple and I could barely even walk. It was my medicine, my recovery. Every emotion, every thought and feeling I had was put into movement. That being said, it was put into movement that was then performed to my bedroom or garage wall, but I have never danced for others, it’s always been for myself.

I guess the reason I am writing this, and posting it with a video that might seem a little irrelevant, is because I am proud of where I am with my dancing right now. I am proud that I can look at these videos and see the difference, see the improvement. Of course there are things to work on - no dancer is ever perfect, but that is beside the point. I worked my butt off so I could feel good when I danced and not come off stage regretting every single piece of choreography I did. I put my all into it and in just 2 and a half years I have come an extremely long way. Other aspects of my life… hmm.. maybe not, but dance is a part of me and that is one part that I can actually say I am proud of.

Hard work really does pay off.  


What happened to Beth,
I will carry that with me forever.

I would like to introduce to you all “What Should Have Happened in Big Hero 6, But Didn’t”. I might just turn this into a little short series now since I had so much fun editing this! 

This first one is what I would appropriately call “Warning Label” because Tadashi is so amazing/awesome/dreamy within the first 0.002 seconds of when he appeared in the film, I felt like it was necessary to add one for him as well as for everyone who hasn’t seen the movie yet. 


Sun-Sari Rose @ Fanime Roundup One: Photos I actually managed to take on my phone.

I went as a racebent Rose Lalonde in her God Tier Seer of Light outfit from Homestuck. In the story she briefly refers to her outfit as a “sun-sari”, but it’s more like a kurta or salwhar khameez with leggings, so I decided to fix that.

The big group photo is from Dinnerstuck - there’s fabrickind (Mom Lalonde), kcmalice (next to Mom), seafoamfuckinggreen (Trickster Dave), galacticnerds (Trickster John), quinitive (Disguised John/Waldo), and God Tier Jane. 

Derse Rose and Grimdark Rose - if you find this say hi and tag yourselves!

The art is a commission from Hannah Diaz hannahdrawsart. SO PURDY OMG

There are also photos from the big Homestuck gathering, and a bunch that people took of me (and a few with me). I haven’t found any of them yet but will reblog if I do.

update: Behind-the-scenes with information about where I got all the accessories!

What a great plan Kishimoto had - make the problematic ships canon, give the girls their boys as a trophy, make both of the girls have little to no influence in the story thus avoiding to write about them or even worse - show them in a bad light. What a great writer that appreciates his female characters.

Sketch of Marlon Brando as Marcus Antonius in “Julius Caesar”, because I love this play and this movie and it’s been a while since I last drew Marlon Brando (I only have another drawing of him)…

… and now I remember why it’s been so long, his face is so ridiculously perfect that he’s also ridiculously hard to draw (really, it can be stressfull, looking at the reference image and wanting to move on but constantly thinking “but he’s not magnificent enough yet!!!”). So yeah, sorry if it doesn’t look much like him.

h-jack-69 asked:

s o b a b e . . . D͖̖̞̭̬̹͕ ̱͉̺̼O̡̯̭̫ ̟̥̱̲͓͈̱͠Y̳͙̖͖̠ ̳͈͞O̶̮͔̞̳̟̫ ͎̲U̸͚ ̶̦L̷͍ ̸̱̻͇̝͔̮Ì̦̩͕̜ͅ ̘ͅK̦͎̹̠̞̭ ͚̲E̲͟ Ḇ͈̹͈͈ͅͅ ̰͚͇U̫̱̟͕͈͉̞ ̸̝B̟ ͜B̫ L̘͇͉̦̝̲ ̤̦̜̱̺͍E͢ ͕̲̺͢B͇̥̱ ͙͔̦͟A̸͖̳̹͖͎̖͚ ͕̞̯̰͠ͅT̙̩͍̩̺̲́ ̺͖̲̼̯̻H͓͔̝ ̗̥?̵̫̞̙̰̬̗̖͉͙̯̞̹͖͢

“I sure do.”

“ Nothing reaffirms my masculinity more than sitting in a bath full of pink bubbles scented like - hold up, let me check - ‘Moonlit Cherry Blossoms.’ ”

(( redraws old shitty drawing from old shitty joke ))

anonymous asked:

Suga coming home from a long trip and his s/o is waiting for him at the airport/train station/home? Or vice versa hehe I hope this isn't too vague (ワ` )ノ

{ sure sure friend!}

a 6 hour flight from hell, 15 minutes through customs, and half an hour of foot-tapping for his check-in luggage: all bringing the clock to 4:45 am. he was hoping that some of his friends, or maybe even his special someone would welcome him home, but at this hour he would neither expect nor demand it from anyone.

he stretched, yawned and made his way past the departure gates, lugging the suitcase behind him. he made a beeline for the taxi stand, rubbing his eyes, sparing not a glance towards the crowd of people cheering at the return of loved ones.

then his name rang in his own ears.


and he whipped around (as fast as he could in his sleep-deprived state).

and there they were, holding two cups of starbucks; bright-eyed despite the bags under them.

“[name]!” he called out, completely stumped. “ oh my gosh what are you doing here!”

and it was so relieving. to know that the person you loved was here, that someone loved you enough to get up in the softest hours, to take an hour’s bus-ride to the airport, to buy you coffee and wait for you.

“Suga! don’t be silly,” they laughed, gently, and the corners of their eyes crinkled. “ I’ve come to welcome you home, right? i bought coffee too but the flight was delayed so its cold no- ”

and he just leaned over and hugged them, refusing to let go. even though they blocked the grumpy stream of people who bustled past.

he chuckled as he kissed their jaw and breathed in their fresh scent.

“oh my god, i love you so much, thank you so much,”

“ hey, it’s no problem right?” they yawned. “ well! don’t block traffic! let’s go home. love you.”

and he could only grin.

“ i love you too!”

anonymous asked:

it's astonishing to me that ppl still think whedon is a feminist and a genius when george miller exists. i mean, i know straight white dudes make careers out of getting praise for the most mediocre shit, but if one straight white dude has actually earned it, it's miller.

you should read this

reasons I would not be able to meet markiplier: i would start sobbing out of happiness