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Todays opinion of the day is: Miles!

To me, I think Miles is better suited as a Director than writer. His directing can be really great, RvB11-13 are some of the most popular seasons of RvB. And while he did write for RvB13 as well and did really great with it, I think that he lacks those skills in RWBY and it’s really starting to show. I think, instead of being Head Writer for RT Animation he should be a Director or Producer only. 

Thoughts? Opinions?

Mod Diorite

Me, pointing a gun at marvel: stop trying to make miles gwen and peter a thing in comics as much as I like spiderfam miles kamala and sam are the superior, all-poc trio with a much better dynamic!! miles don’t need to be hanging out w some old white farts 24/7 🔫

13 reasons why

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Originally posted by nerdswhoteach

Marichat May Day 18: Rejection

Not what you expected, probably.


In the years when he visited Marinette, he found her in multiple states. From excitement to sleep deprivation to anger. At this point, he was sure he saw it all. But as it seemed he was wrong. He had never seen Marinette s broken as now. She was curled in a ball in her bed, her eyes red and puffy from crying. He just scooted closer to her and hugged her. Marinette wrapped her hands around him and hid her face in his shoulder. He didn’t know how much it would help, but he could give it a try. Chat started purring, reassuringly, while he held her close.

“Do I have to cataclysm someone?” he asked after a while, his fingers running soothingly through Marinette’s hair.

She snorted. “Too many people.”

“What happened? If you want to tell me, of course.”

Marinette looked up at Chat, but didn’t move out of his arms. “I got the answer from IFA. I got rejected. And it just… took a toll on me.”

“Marinette… ” she bit her lips obviously trying to keep from crying again as Chat took her face in his hands. “Maye IFA just wasn’t for you. Actually, screw that, it sure wasn’t if they refused your portfolio. There is Istituto Marangoni and there is ESMOND which is miles better.”

“But what if they won’t accept me either.” Marinette looked down. “What if I’m not actually good at all and my pace isn’t in the fashion world?”

Chat lifted her chin gently. “Marinette, don’t you have an online shop?”

“A very little one.”

“Just answer me, please.”

“Yes.”

“Do you still get a couple of orders, even in the dryest weeks?”

“Well, yes.”

“So people like our clothes and buy them. Remember what you told me when you started the whole online store deal?”

Marinette smiled a little. She had been so, so happy back when she started the online store. “That I want to make clothes and see people like them and enjoy wearing them”.

“Exactly. And you don’t need any damn fashion school for that. So head up Princess, your crown is falling.”

Marinette pulled him into another tight hug. “Thank you, Chat. You are the best.”

“Anytime, Marinette.”

The wedding date, or; how to avoid the singles’ table

Originally posted by pcyeolkenthusiast

⚜  “I want- I needyoutobemyfakeboyfriend!”; “I have to admit, this isn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had. Normally, when you don’t stand someone, they’re the last person you’d invite for this.” aka asking your coworker to a family’s wedding.

⚜ Chanyeol x reader ; office!au, friennemies, a tad bit of High school!au

⚜ 10,7k *sigh* did I just? yes, I just wrote my longest fic ever about this

Children, never sleep on your drafts for 6 months bc it’s hell :) I hope you enjoy reading~



The pile of work standing on your desk earns a groan from you, your head pounding from the long evening waiting for you.

Your eyes switch from the article you’ve been trying to get done, to the clock that marks exactly half an hour since the irritating disturbance had started. And from a scale of one to ten of how murderous your thoughts are, you’re pretty sure you’re hovering above an unhealthy fourteen.

You often wonder how strangely things work out in life, astonished by how the universe likes to carefully craft satirical situations to shake up the insignificant human existence. However, you’re not exactly as amused -heck, you’re even sure the deities love messing with you, trapping you in a tiny work space with your one and only rival from high school.

Park Chanyeol, always the charmer and still undoubtedly just as obnoxious as you remember him, just had to end up in the cubicle right across from yours. And although you’ve had a much-appreciated break from his gracing company during college, you’re still astounded at the cruelty of fate to pair you up with him.

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um. the talking heads in this 2004 release look miles upon miles better than anything i’ve ever seen in any bethesda game. like. they’re barely comparable. this actual undead person looks more animated than the average fallout 4 companion. 

on the other hand, i do consider this walk cycle a direct assassination attempt on me personally, because i spent an entire minute choking and wheezing as if somebody had grabbed me by the throat and/or kicked my lungs in when i first saw it.

work it. don’t let anybody tell you that you don’t.

The Lucky One Pt 3

Characters: reader, James (Bucky), OC Caleb, OC Marjorie (reader’s mother), mention of OC Kevin Jenkins.

Summary: As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? (Events occur shortly after Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

Warnings: mostly fluff, a lil angst.

Word Count: 2554

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A/N: This fic was originally for Stark’s Tower Movie Challenge ( @hunters-from-stark-tower ). I hoped to have another part or two finished by the deadline, but life happens. :) I’ve based this fic on the movie/book “The Lucky One”. I’m really enjoying fleshing out this story and putting my own spin on it! I hope you agree. Please let me know your thoughts! 

<<<Part Two   Part Three   Part Four>>> 

The Lucky One Masterlist

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Originally posted by dailyevanstan

Previously:

You heard the stable doors sliding shut, breaking you from your reverie. James closed the padlock around the chain and handed the keys to you.

“Thank you,” you responded, throat still a little thick with emotion.

“He’ll be okay,” James assured you. “Caleb. You’re doing right by him, I don’t doubt that.”

“I appreciate that. Have a good night, James,” you said with a sniffle. 

A generous smile touched his lips, this time even reaching his stunning blue eyes.  

“Good night, Y/N,” he echoed before walking away.

_______________

The rest of the week, James continued to be the perfect employee. He came early to start any repair projects he saw, fed the horses, mucked out the stalls, hauled bales of hay, and did all of it without complaint. Most days you had to remind him to take a lunch break and when to stop at the end of the day. You wondered if he actually even had an off switch. Around noon, when reminded, he would disappear for that hour for the first few days, but by the end of the week he was bringing a lunch of his own and would spend time with the horses. You could tell he was more comfortable around them and that fact made you oddly happy.

One evening after work was done for the day and James had gone home, you were sitting on your porch with your mother beside you. Caleb was laying on a blanket with his sketchbook, perfectly content. As the sun set and darkness rose slowly, you saw a figure walk past on the main road. It was James walking back from town with what looked like at least 5 grocery bags in his left hand and 3 or 4 planks of wood over his right shoulder. Quite the load to carry over such a long distance, although come to think of it, you weren’t sure where he was staying since there wasn’t much past your stables for miles.

Curiosity got the better of you so the next day, after discussing the training and feeding schedule, you breeched the subject.

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The wedding date, or; how to avoid the singles’ table:

Originally posted by lucasstrumme

⚜  “I want- I needyoutobemyfakeboyfriend!”; “I have to admit, this isn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had. Normally, when you don’t stand someone, they’re the last person you’d invite for this.” aka asking your coworker to a family’s wedding.

⚜ Luke x reader ; office!au, friennemies, a tad bit of High school!au

⚜ 10,6k 

⚜ This is a repost from my side blog, so both are owned, written and edited by me. 



The pile of work standing on your desk earns a groan from you, your head pounding from the long evening waiting for you.

Your eyes switch from the article you’ve been trying to get done, to the clock that marks exactly half an hour since the irritating disturbance had started. And from a scale of one to ten of how murderous your thoughts are, you’re pretty sure you’re hovering above an unhealthy fourteen.

You often wonder how strangely things work out in life, astonished by how the universe likes to carefully craft satirical situations to shake up the insignificant human existence. However, you’re not exactly as amused -heck, you’re even sure the deities love messing with you, trapping you in a tiny work space with your one and only rival from high school.

Luke Hemmings, always the charmer and still undoubtedly just as obnoxious as you remember him, just had to end up in the cubicle right across from yours. And although you’ve had a much-appreciated break from his gracing company during college, you’re still astounded at the cruelty of fate to pair you up with him.

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The Gabriel Agreste/Hawk Moth redemption AU no one asked for, but everyone desperately needs:

  • Twenty-three-year-olds Marinette and Adrien have been fighting crime together for nine years, have known each other’s identities for six, and have been sleeping together for five. So when Marinette forgets her pill one night and ends up pregnant, it’s less of an Earth-shattering catastrophe, and more of a somewhat scary, but still ultimately pleasant surprise.
  • Marinette’s parents are obviously pleased, their friends are DEFINITELY pleased, and Gabriel is…surprisingly, pleased as well? He doesn’t show it of course. But Marinette’s an intelligent girl with a good head on her shoulders, and definitely talented enough to maybe one day take over Gabriel’s company (since it looks like Adrien won’t be following in his footsteps). And at any rate, she’s miles better than Bourgeois’ daughter.
  • After that day, a strange pattern starts to assert itself during akuma attacks. It takes them a while to notice at first, but they slowly realize that whenever the akumatized victim comes into contact with Marinette before she’s had a chance to transform, it kidnaps her. And it takes her somewhere out of the way and imprisons her there, as far away from the fighting as plausible.
  • Adrien and Marinette are starting to get worried, wondering why Hawk Moth always targets Marinette like that specifically. They start to suspect that maybe he knows she’s Ladybug.
  • In reality, Gabriel Agreste is just so exasperated that his future daughter-in-law somehow manages to be at the scene of the attack so often. Sure, he may not be the most virtuous man in the world, and sure he may be willing to use other people as pawns, but he still cares about his family, and she’s part of that family now, and she’s the mother of his future grandchild. So he always has his latest victim stick her somewhere far out of the way because pregnant women are so breakable.
  • Then one day, something happens. Marinette’s secret gets out to the one man she had wanted to keep it from the most. And when he finds out that his future daughter-in-law is Ladybug, it isn’t that far a leap to realize Chat (always so fiercely protective of her) is Adrien.
  • Gabriel is floored. He had always thought that he would do anything to have Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculouses, spurred on by a fanciful passage he’d read in his book about how, when all seven miraculouses were gathered they could make…miraculous things happen. He’d been dreaming so long that finally, finally he’d found a way to get his beautiful wife back. But this is one line he is not going to cross. He’s not going to destroy his son’s family just to follow through on some ridiculous, desperate plan with no hope of success.
  • As the days had stretched on, he’d come to see and understand that, even if by some chance the miraculouses could bring back the dead,that didn’t mean it wasn’t an absolutely horrible idea. But it had been the only thing keeping him sane all these years. It was the only thing he’d had left. 
  • But that wasn’t exactly true, was it? After all, he’d had a beautiful, amazing son who’d been willing to bend over backwards to keep him happy, to earn his approval, always silently screaming for attention, a cry for help that Gabriel had never heard. And now that son had brought him an amazing, gorgeous daughter-in-law who was so bright and full of love the way his wife had been. And he had an adorable grandchild on the way. And Gabriel is just astonished, because as he sits back and looks around himself properly for once in his life, he finally sees how blessed he truly is.
  • He doesn’t say anything to Adrien and Marinette about knowing their secret identities, too ashamed with himself to face them. Instead, he makes a conscious effort to be a better father, to be a part of Adrien’s and Marinette’s lives, to support them in this stressful time.
  • Adrien and Marinette are of course suspicious when no akumas show up for several months, but they decide not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
  • When, seven months into Marinette’s pregnancy, a new villain shows up, the heroes panic, thinking this couldn’t have possibly come at a worse time.
  • On that day, when Hawk Moth suits up, for the first time since he found his miraculous, he finds himself on the side of good. He doesn’t show himself of course, but the little white butterfly that alights on Chat Noir’s shoulder is unmistakeable.
  • Chat panics when it melts into his baton, but as the telltale pink mask appears in front of his face, the voice that sounds inside his head doesn’t ask him to hand over his miraculous. Instead, it informs him of the temporary new powers the akuma (charged with light energy instead of dark) has granted him. 
  • Chat Noir is understandably suspicious at first, but Hawk Moth does help him defeat the villain that day, and he continues to do so, even after the baby is born and Ladybug returns to the crime-fighting scene.
  • Ladybug and Chat Noir, though confused and suspicious at first, eventually come to trust in and rely on their unexpected new partner, and he becomes an invaluable part of their team.
  • Hawk Moth watches over the two from afar, never showing himself but always doing his utmost to keep them safe - after all, he’d never be able to look his beautiful grandson, Louis, in the face again if he ever let anything happen to his parents.
  • Nooroo quietly stays by his side, choosing to support him even after everything Gabriel has done to the poor kwami. He urges Gabriel to tell Marinette and Adrien the truth, to explain his side of the story to them.
  • Gabriel isn’t ready to bare himself that way yet. But some day, he hopes, when he’s deserving of their forgiveness, he’ll be able to apologize to them properly.
You made him fat if anything, Lucy
Desmond Miles/Lucy Stillman
You made him fat if anything, Lucy

Desmond: I wonder how old these tunnels are?

Lucy: Middle Ages probably. Luckily, these beams still hold our weight.

Desmond: After all this time in the Animus, I’m not so sure.

Lucy: Ya, I didn’t want to say anything, but you’re really getting fat.

Desmond: Ouch.

Lucy: I even told Rebecca to widen the Animus.

Desmond: Seriously?

Lucy: No.

Happy birthday to the modern Assassin that deserved better Desmond Miles!

☼ 13 March 1987
† 21 December 2012