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anonymous asked:

Do you think this is all "real?" The break up or are we getting too excited too soon?

It doesn’t get much more real than this. 

It’s really unfortunate that, for whatever reason, Zayn’s freedom had to come a a much higher price, but MM does have a financial stake in Perrie that they do not have in Eleanor. I was glad to see articles today from mental health professionals praising Zayn for being responsible and showing wisdom when it comes to protecting his own mental health. No job - even 1D - is worth your mental health; a lesson far too few learn until it is far too late.

But tomorrow is a new day full of hope for everyone. There are a lot of people who have woken up today freer than they have been in years.

anonymous asked:

wait there was character development? I thought they've been the same and i feel bad for the nomicon as of late.

There’s definitely development from Howard’s side. But Randy always gets at least a LITTLE something new every ep (the problem is when he backtracks in later eps and makes whatever he learned completely meaningless).

One thing I’ve really noticed lately in the show is the nomicon being a lot more DIRECT in its lessons for Randy, yet he still manages to screw that up. The nomicon is finally doing what Randy wants, which is to tell him what to do straightforward and to the point, but even when it DOES (”don’t go into someone else’s house” hmmmm i wonder what THAT is supposed to mean??), Randy actually manages to screw it all up anyway. 

Honestly, at this point, I feel sorry for the nomicon, too

this poem is a hypothetical statement with t’s crossed like crucifixes
and i’d dotted with stabs through the paper.

now, on principle i refuse to write poems for boys ever since
i wiped 16 files off my laptop, tears falling faster than dying leaves
before leaving me bare for the coming winter.

so this poem is not written about a boy with eyes the color of
some hyperbolic figure of speech, this is a poem about me.

i learned my lesson not to bend over backwards on a bed of nails
far too late, so, this is me giving up the ghost.

I am tired of being a drizzle, I refuse to be confined to metaphors
when I say I am something I am not.

This is a farewell to humanity in favor of becoming a thunderstorm.
I was an eye in the hurricane too long.

It is time for me to let my words reign loud as thunderclaps and
piercing as lightning through the dark as storm clouds gather on my brow.

I am no longer a boy. No longer a man.

Because now I’m the thunderstorm your weatherman should warn you about.

blewthewhistle asked:

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He’d hidden in a locker. A carryover from his days at the asylum, but he should have learned his lesson by now. Lockers were the false promise of safety, the little lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. They didn’t protect him then, and they didn’t protect him now.

He was trapped within. The world had shifted and the locker had fallen forward, pressing door to ground and making escape impossible. Waylon was safe enough from the haunted, at least. HIs quiet breathing was only barely heard, even to a creature so reliant on that particular sense. The Keeper moves closer, fingers tapping lightly on the metal backing.

A stifled gasp and silence, but it hears his heart pounding, blood rushing through his veins. The scent of fear is savory, distress abruptly switching to near-hysteria. Viciously it slams its spike down, pulling a jagged line down the length of the locker. The metal bends easily to it will with a metallic screech, sparks flying. As simple as tearing through flesh.

It breeches the locker from the back, opening Waylon’s view to itself. The lights are dim, casting everything into malevolent red-tinged shadows. The hole the monster has torn is not enough for the man to slip out from, though that doesn’t stop him from trying. The  Keeper sets aside its tool in its belt, and reaches towards Waylon. 

One massive hand pries against the metal pulling it further so its other hand can touch and explore. Slippery little Waylon, who has managed to avoid it by slipping into vents, that always seemed to appear when he needed them. Now trapped and at its mercy. Its hand follows the contours of his face. His glove smells of blood and rust and bile as it brushes Waylon’s temple and cheek, caressing his throat and cupping the back and side of his head. The first hint of gentleness this world has shown. It trails its fingertips down the line of his neck, slowly coming to rest  barely perceptible against his chest. It hears the little sounds he makes, chocked noises of confusion but not-quite fear and it is pleased.

anonymous asked:

do you think that at some point, now that she's alive again, vriska is going to stop getting passes for the way she treats people? (assuming she didn't spend her three years on the meteor learning the importance of consent, but that sounds unlikely. plus, hussie would need to either show her development or handwave it, and i don't know which would be worse.)

i think it’s too late in the story for meaningful onscreen character growth on her part, but hey, a lot of shit went down in just 15 minutes with Cascade. maybe we’ll get a montage of Vriska’s Painful Meteor Life Lessons? miracles, bro

So it’s been a month...

So, it’s been a month since you told me you didn’t think you felt the same anymore and damn have I learnt a lot from what has happened. The last thing I wanted you to be was a lesson, but life’s unfair and you don’t always get what you want. I’ve learnt that you have to realise and cherish what you have at the time because before you know it, it could be too late and things can change and damn that’s the most painful thing, when someone tells you they aren’t sure how they feel anymore. I remember it just like it was yesterday and it breaks my heart every time I think about it. The next thing I learned from these past few months is that you simply can’t replace someone. At first it may seem alright but later on you realise that everyone has their own unique traits that can never be replicated as hard as you try and thats what hit me hard and made me realise that I could never replace you, and I never will be able to. It’s funny, because over the past month I don’t think I’ve stopped thinking about you for a single second and over the past month, you’re in a new relationship.. Im not criticising your choices but I just want to know how to do it, how to get over someone so easily because Im stuck here replaying all of the memories in my head and its not even my choice to but it breaks my heart every time.  Out of all this, I hope you never regret me even though I fucked everything up, if I could go back in time and tell myself what I know today, I would and I would change everything but it is what it is.. and I can’t change anything. I just hope you know I’m sorry that I couldn’t realise what I had when I had you and I am so sorry that I couldn’t see how much you meant to me.. I’m sorry you’re gone. I tried breaking my rules for you and it wasn’t enough to cover up for what I did and I understand that, you were a lesson to me and it’s killing me that you were a lesson because I was hoping you would be “The one”. But hey, I’m only 17 and young and stupid and I was stupid to think that anything like that would be possible :’) I guess it’s time to move on.. 

P.S I hope you’re happy in your new relationship, because you honestly do deserve the best and the way I treated you was clearly wrong and you did nothing to deserve any of it. The guy you’re in with a relationship now is lucky and I hope he realises that and doesn’t make the same mistakes I did.

Thoughts on “Usurper”…

  • Writing is better.
  • Well played, Ecbert. I would have been disappointed with less.
  • Rollo…he’s gonna wallow for a while, but he always comes back better. I was glad to see him appreciate Siggy, and realize he was a dick to her, even if it was too late. I hope Bjorn takes a lesson from this (because he sure as shit needs to).
  • Thorunn, oh my heart.
  • Nice to see Aslaug has some steel to her. The “he was a good man” exchange was great. 
  • Ragnar, douching it up with the ladies. Lagertha is his greatest ally, but he totally tries to go around her with Kalf. Dude never learns, or does he? I think he’s recruiting for Paris.
  • Assuming Aslaug’s pregnant, I’ll be very interested to see the parallel that’s going to be make with the “out of wedlock” children and their mothers.
  • IMHO, Floki’s right about just about everything he’s trying to tell Ragnar…pitting the religions against one another, selling themselves for land, distrust for Ecbert, Harbard’s identity etc. Ragnar’s ambition is leaving bodies in its wake.
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Depeche Mode - Policy of Truth


You had something to hide
Should have hidden it, shouldn’t you
Now you’re not satisfied
With what you’re being put through
It’s just time to pay the price
For not listening to advice
And deciding in your youth
On the policy of truth

Things could be so different now
It used to be so civilised
You will always wonder how
It could have been if you’d only lied
It’s too late to change events
It’s time to face the consequence
For delivering the proof
In the policy of truth

Never again is what you swore
The time before
Never again is what you swore
The time before

Now you’re standing there tongue tied
You’d better learn your lesson well
Hide what you have to hide
And tell what you have to tell
You’ll see your problems multiplied
If you continually decide
To faithfully pursue
The policy of truth

Never again is what you swore
The time before
Never again is what you swore
The time before                    

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olympusarchitect‘s Second Place giveaway gift!

The words are in Russian as requested.

I am a woman worth the attention of the gods. I am a queen, a goddess and a fighter. My mind may be my strongest trait, but my wisdom is what makes me unique.

Wisdom is not something given, a pat on the head that rewards you for behaving well. Wisdom is earned through the pain and blood of lessons learned far too late.

Translated:

Я женщина стоит внимания богов. Я королева, богиня и борца. Мой разум может быть моя самая сильная черта, но моя мудрость, что делает меня уникальным.

Мудрость не то, что дано, погладить по голове, которая вознаграждает Вас за себя хорошо. Мудрость заработал через боль и кровь уроков слишком поздно.

Original artwork by viria

Things could be so different now
You will always wonder how
It could have been if you’d only lied

It’s too late to change events
It’s time to face the consequences

Now you’re standing there tongue tied
You’d better learn your lesson well
Hide what you have to hide
And tell what you have to tell

You’ll see your problems multiplied
If you continually decide
To faithfully pursue
The policy of truth

Never again
Is what you swore
The time before

—  Depeche Mode
16 April 2014 : Go Ahead and Be a Strong Girl

Originally posted in kowtusdiary.tumblr.com | April 16 2014

There’s a big grey cloud in my head,that’s what I feel.

10 days before my last shot.I’m struggling with my fixed mindset and paralysis.Deep down inside,I know that I can make it but the weakest part of me keeps whispering ‘It’s too late’. Gosh,I wish my future self never forget how hard it is.

I’m going to fake that I’m a strong girl until I become one.
I want to feel okay again.I want to become a whole person again..
I want to be a girl who has a growth mindset
I want to be a girl who learns lesson so she isn’t condemned to repeat it.
I want to be the one who takes control what she can control.
I want to be the one who commits herself with her action not her goal.
I want to be the one who doesn’t need Ctrl+Z when she screw up.
I want to be the one who can sleep without anxiety attack.
I want to be the one who fearlessly accepts the risk for what she want.
I want to be the one who can wait patiently for the outcome.
I want to be the one who knows what she’s doing again.
I want to be the one who lives outside of others’ expectations for her.
I want to be the one who never looks down others’ careers or status.
I want to be the one who can change criticism in to fuel.
I want to be the one who doesn’t fear negative responses.
I want to be the one who can accepts red mark on her paper.
I want to be the one who believes that something she wants is possible.
I want the one who can stand for justice.
I want to be the one who stand for what she believes.
I want to be the one who isn’t afraid to say that she was wrong.
I want to be the one who isn’t afraid to say sorry and thank you.
I want to be the one who can see what are really important.
i want to be the one who easily opens up her mind for different opinions.
I want to be the one who can leaves the place she knows it wasn’t belong to her.
I want to be the one who never turns back to bed after she get up.
I want to be the one who can trust her self-discipline.
I want to be the one who can start fresh in every circumstances.
I want to be the one who loves everything she is doing.
I want to be the one who satisfies of everything about herself.
I want to be the one who does everything she loves.
I want to be the one who is well-prepared for every upcoming situation.
I want to be the one who can wake up with no regrets.
I want to be the one who never setbacks.
I want to be the one with determination to make things happen and really does.
I want to be the one who finishes every things she starts.
I want to be the one with organised mind and organised room.
I want to be the one who considers failure a progression
I want to be the one who faces difficult task bravely.
I want to be the one who measures her progression by what she has learnt not her result.
I want to be the one who doesn’t afraid to reach out first.
I want to be the one can admit her imperfection.
I want to be the one who can congratulates her friend’s achievements without feeling jealous.
I want to be the one who only competes and compares with her own self.
I want to be the one who never forgets what she has been going through.
I want to be the one doesn’t pretend to like what her friends like.
I want to be the one who only gives a sincere compliment.
I want to be the be the one who never feels guilty about her pleasure.
I want to be the one who sees lying as a crime.
I want to be the one who is consciously living.
I want to be the one who doesn’t beat others down to feel like a winner.
I want to be the one who refuses to lower her goal instead of working harder.
I want to be the one who forgives herself when she fail on her first try.
I want to be the one who forgives herself even if she has fails multiple times.
I want to be the one who believes in her own decision.
I want to be the one who can look at herself in the mirror and says you’re perfect just the way you are.
I want to be the one who for others before herself.
I want to be the one who never stop dreaming.
I want to be the one who can sacrifice her comfort for other people.
I want to be the one who stands up bravely right away after things go wrong.
I want to be the one who can live happily ever after with her plan B.
I want to be the one who sees happy ending in two different ways.
I want to be the one who knows that she was born lucky.
I want to be the one who smiles and laughs everyday.
I want to be the one who considers her family happiness and health as her most important things.
I want to be the one who works hard for what she loves.
I want to be the one who trust her self in every situations she involves.
I want to be the one who live happily with her mistakes.
I want to be a happy child again.
I want to be able to proud of myself.
I want to to be the one who believes she can do anything in the world like before.
I want to be the one who decides to live her dreams right away.
Alright,let’s be that girl from now on.:)

To the Future ME,

I hope, in time, that you find fulfillment in your life. Whether it be in memos or kisses, tears or laughter, as long as you are contented with everything, I, as the Past Me, have done my job. As you learn more and more lessons, adulthood will loom ever closer. You will realize that it is a trap, but too late, will fall into its depths. You’ll want to return to the innocence of the playground. You may fall from the handlebars and drop head-first into the sand. Later, you may fall from the social ladder into the depths of shallow ignorance. They are the same: disappointments which magnify or lessen according to maturity level.If you are unsure of what you want to do with your life, or of how you want to live it, know that you can always be sure to ring me up. Call at your phone number, and I’ll answer; I’ll always be there. You will learn many things in the next year; there will be ups and downs. Remember, after every down there is an up. After every lecture there is praise. The small truths may soon reveal themselves to be the keys to a successful life; they may lead to the door leading to the perfect world, the perfect life,the perfect person. And then they may merely be truths: cold, hard realities.Whichever they are, keys are realities, the small truths are what make you who you are. If you are yourself,and you remember that to lie to oneself is asin, then, hopefully, you will live a life of fulfillment. Remember to be honest. Remember to reminisce. Most importantly, remember to
LOVE.

I’ll always be with you,
Joan of the Past