a tall tale to tell

My interpretation of the MOON signs

(You could probs relate your sun if you want maybe even your rising)

Aries: they take up your life: being loud, leaving mess on the stairs, creating arguments out of thin air and always filling the void with their drama. Very self-centred but oblivious to it so I’ll let it be. Problems they hav always someone else’s fault. Very loving and cuddly and express passion easily. Never stick to hobbies after announcing that its there biggest passion n cant survive without it. Though, they don’t wait around for things to be handed to them - they are always up to something interesting. Independent.

Taurus: they are great to spill your words upon and never flinch when u say something deep or shocking so it makes u chill af cause they are…Most of the time…they can get angered when things aren’t as it should as they are very stubborn. don’t like people who aren’t committed to friendship or plans/dreams and dont like people who dont give their stuff back. Seemed to hav cows eyes: very deep n dreamy and long eyelashes -often brown eyes that i know of or watery blue eyes. lov food or other luxuries.

Gemini: childlike, like everything light hearted and humorous. there has to always be words to fill up the quiet spaces otherwise they start to get agitated. Dont like boring people and will blatantly walk off or something. Nervouusss people. Tapping all the time. When they’re in a goood mood they’re goofy but can become detached and cold and become a bit of a smart arse. Like knowing their shit.

Cancer: homely people. Warm and loving to fault as they are always let down by others who do not give the same warmth and pure emotions back. I think they could probably guilt trip u many times. emotions are not hidden which is good and bad because shots are firedddd and their words filled venom when there really cheesed off. Like lots of nice things. also love cute fluffy animals. Love their family to be always near - protective can become smothering. Talk about the ‘good old days’ 24/7.

Leo: why are you so posey and dramatic? They like to tell a tall tale - love to add bits to the truth to make it more exciting - which is actually interesting to hear tbh so good job :) they love to be centre of attention obvs. Also hold their heads high and always seem taller than actually are. Full of exuberance. & they often believe in their abilities so they achieve good grades and r smarttt!

Virgo: lovs when people do little silly things for them because they like when people are as detail orientated as them. expect too much of people becaus they do too much for others. Nervous but lowkey cause their earthiness sort of makes it hum in the background. Has potential to be shady. I love their organisation, chills me the f out. Some reason i feel they be really good at ASMR videos because of their voice & movements. and they r actually quite talkative but its usually nothing too intellectual or snobbish just good natter. Bites their nails!

Libra: i dont get them. They dont make an imposing impression on me as they’re delicate and not too in ya face. Loves knitted jumpers and wearing light colours Ive noticed. Sweet n gentle. Probs could get away with murder. Gets really into things like a celeb or tv series for a while. Has fan blogs probably. like to talk about things such as kpop, clothes, items in their neat pencil case and make up. Idkkk

Scorpio: protectivveee. Intense. Passionate about theirs hobbies and interests. Can become lost in their own intellectual, abstract world forgetting what is truly important until they realise and become regretful and then hold many unresolved grudges. They are e m o t i o n a l but try to hide it - constantly simmering and on the verge of erupting. Though they are quite interested in their own passion - they’ll hype u up about yours and talk for hours about theirs and your own dreams. Abstract knowledge that seems to appear out of no where when they speak -unconventionally smart.

Sagittarius: want to escape reality. Someone i used to know would read a lot of books - probs erotic - she also used her work as escapism? her husband wouldn’t take her on holiday:( another i know comes across very cool and full of knowledge and like to says corny things like ‘you might as well live your life to the fullest because you’ve only got one’. acts like a philosopher. Has gooood taste in music. knows everyone and can keep good relationships with all of them.

Capricorn: thinks they’re are funny af but peeps often laugh at their jokes cause they’re just a bit shit. Tries to come across cool 😎looking for a for job but isn’t working out lol. Wants fame n fortune. they love to talk deep and intellectual without getting too personal. probably quite lovey dovey but it is buried deep inside them. likes to keep it light by listening to music or watching the telly otherwise there thoughts overwhelm them. ( i hav cap moon so might look like a different viewpoint to the others moon signs)

Aquarius: loves to make a point that they are different lol. Intellectual af cause they really smart. Can talk for hours on end but still likes down time. they are the world’s friend but they only let a few know the real them (if thats is actually the real them ). Quirky sense of humour. Hav big dreams and most likely succeed in pursuing them. they are very open about weird stories and experiences they hav had which is fun to hear. will hav something to say about every topic on earth - love to share an opinion.

Pisces: too kind for their own good. They know your weaknesses/insecurities from first time you meet. i think they have melancholy spells which they find themselves in a trance - i catch them staring blankly quite a lot. Love to ask if you’re okay. Mooody. Let down by humanity. Very chatty and has of cool things to say. Music may rule their life - musically talented in one case ik (probs used as escapism). Can be burdened with very unsettling thoughts of not being good enough; making sure they keep there reputation for being the nice guy which means getting pushed about

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#kdramawomensweek || day eight: Happy International Women’s Day

Yoo Eun Jae (Park Hye Soo), Yoon Jin Myung (Han Ye Ri), Jung Ye Eun (Han Seung Yeon) , Kang Yi Na (Ryu Hwa Young), Song Ji Won (Park Eun Bin) ↦ Age of Youth (2016)

“Others are just like me. Other people are people, just like I am. They feel as uncomfortable as I do, and hesitate, just like I do. There are plenty of people who are as nice as I am.”  - Eun Jae

“Everyone has their own circumstances to deal with. And until you know the circumstances they’re in, you can’t tell people how to live their lives. I’m sure you have something like that about you, too. Something that others can’t understand about you, but you can’t help. That’s why you can’t judge people.” - Ji Won  

“I hate you because I want to become like you, but can’t. So I can’t help but hate you. That’s why it smells. There’s a rotting smell coming from my envy.” - Yi Na

“Sometimes, I want to cry out loud. I want someone to hear me crying. I want them to hear me cry, and tell me everything will be okay. I want someone to pat me on the back, and tell me that it’s not my fault.” - Jin Myung

“Lies may be similar to makeup. Just like one puts on makeup to hide their naked face, people use lies to hide the truth. I tell more and more lies as my makeup gets thicker. Since when did I start feeling that going out with no makeup on was embarrassing? Since when did I become so ashamed of the truth?” - Ye Eun

Each of the Belle Epoque girls is meant to play some sort of female archetype. Eun Jae is the painfully shy introvert, who would sooner walk over hot coals than willingly enter into conflict with someone. Ji Won is her near-perfect opposite, loud and bubbly, the perennial friend. Yi Na is the femme fatale, dangerous and seductive. Jin Myung is the Good Daughter, putting herself through college while paying off her mother’s debts, incurred while her brother lays comatose in a hospital bed. Ye Eun is the quintessential girl. The one who dresses just as she’s supposed to, the one with the frat boy boyfriend, with equally perfectly-dressed girlfriends to link arms with and walk around campus, giggling over the latest gossip. 

Yet, they’re so much more than these skeletal stereotypes might’ve forced them to be. 

Eun Jae swallows her anger until she can’t anymore, until she boils over. She tosses Ye Eun’s designer handbag out the window and screams at her housemates. When we dig a little deeper, we see that she has nightmares. That she’d been brave enough to protect her mother when she’d suspected that her father might kill her.

Ji Won knows everyone, making friends is as easy for her as breathing. She is the glue that holds the Belle Epoque girls together. And she’s a pathological liar. Falsehoods slip out for her as easily as the truth does. She tells tall tales, spinning them until she can no longer take it back. Yet, even as she spins her web of lies (with the ghost inside the apartment), she holds the girls together. Though her “ghost” is a made-up story, each of her roommates has heaps of baggage. That little lie in the end allows them to come to terms with their pasts and face their problems. She is the anchor; without her, they drift.

Yi Na suffers from a serious case of survivors guilt, to the extent that she carries the little girl who died when she lived, around with her like baggage. She looks after her housemates like a mama bear, protecting them (see: Ye Eun) even when they don’t wish to be. She carries heaps of self-loathing along with her designer bags, flashes her luxuries at her friends even as she envies them. 

Jin Myung stretches herself fifty different ways trying to do it all. And she wishes her brother would die, and put them all out of their misery. She wishes her mother would choose her, for once. She wishes she would stop having to be the one to sacrifice. She provides for them still. But she resents and she loathes, and it tears her apart.

Ye Eun shows off her perfect life, her perfect love life, while suffering through an abusive relationship. Through a petty, small, excuse of a man who puts her down at every opportunity. He is her captor, and though she knows what he does is wrong, she can’t help but crave his affection. She let’s go, eventually. She begins to overcome the abuse, one day. She’ll carry on with her life, because it’s what they do.

Every single one of these incredibly special girls has a spine of steel.

The media, society has a horrible track record when it comes to forcing women into boxes, restricting our actions. Yet Age of Youth takes hold of these archetypes and shows us all that there is no “one size fits all”. That one shoe fitting doesn’t mean it’s the only one you can wear.

Happy International Women’s Day, everyone!

So maybe we’re both sinners,
for you only find religion in my body when it’s tussled in your bed sheets
and I pray to you like the god you are buckled on my knees.
Quick to beg for forgiveness,
quick to ask for repentance,
quick to mistake lust for love,
quick to fill the silence with soft breaths and tall tales.
You tell me, “THIS IS ALL WE ARE, BUT YOU ARE MY ANGEL,“
but you only give praise to the flesh I wear,
only ever call me holy when you’re touching me.
And I tell you, "THIS IS ALL WE ARE, BUT YOU’RE MY DEVIL, NOT MY GOD,”
but I still worship at your altar,
spreading the good news of my loveless lover,
writing scriptures and hymns of
how you sang to me
and then carelessly took your leave.
But YOU ARE NOT A GOD
and I AM NO ANGEL,
and I burn the holy book,
and I curse your name, ignore the smudged blood stains
and you don’t ever think of me,
because A DEVIL CANNOT LOVE ANOTHER DEVIL WITHOUT THERE BEING A MISERABLE CHAOS.
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Anonymous requested:                                                 
How about when Claire gets drunk she tells extremely tall tales about her brother such as “when Chuck Norris goes to bed he checked under the bed for Chris” type exaggerations’ and he gets bombarded with recruits checking that they’re real? Ps: You’re all totally awesome.            

no YOU are awesome, anon. ;w;

In Another Life

Skimming back through my older posts and stumbled upon this cute little idea/prompt thingie. Also I know I’m super late in terms of completing r76 week, but this can be a throw back for that wonderful surge of beautiful contents, too ; ) I hope you guys will enjoy this.


“Gabe! We need order on table 15!”

“At the window.”

“Thanks, honey!” Jack beamed, dashing off after giving his mate a peck.

Gabriel grinned, completely ignoring Ana’s snickering and Angela’s cooing, and got back to his batch of pancakes. 

It was a beautiful day, sunlight was flowing like liquid gold over and into their humble pub, and the breezes were just chilly enough to keep couples sitting close together. Lena’s ridiculous sunglasses glinted atop her unruly head, and her gold-blue pair of wings bobbed in harmony with her steps. Reinhardt was entertaining his own little crowd at the bar, telling tall tales and thundering with laughter. Outside, Genji and Torbjorn were busy with their ice-cream stall (surprisingly’s Jesse’s idea), and whilst Gabriel wasn’t much into serving kids, he was slightly envious of those two, having the space to stretch their wings in such fine weather.

Funny how, after everything, this was where they found their peace, in a tiny, forgotten corner in Europe. They mused about it sometimes, Jack, Gabriel, and all the others. Those days seemed so far away now, as their life now was so pleasant, floating by like thoughtless summer clouds. Some might say it was a boring way to spend the last half of their life, all things considered. Well, Gabriel couldn’t speak for the others, but he’d disagree.

Looking at Jack, laughing in the sunshine, dark wings glimmering and no longer so afraid…It was all worth it.

Ghosts of the past still haunted them, as with everyone that had such a history. A large part of Genji’s time was to worry whether or not his family would trace him all the way here. Torbjorn was still feeling guilty over all his creations. Reinhardt’s grievance about how things were left behind. And sometimes, after the doors were closed and empty tables lay cold, they would think of all that was lost. And they would grieve for those who had fallen, for the pain they had all suffered.

But Gabriel supposed it couldn’t be too perfect. It wouldn’t have been real if it was perfect.

“We need to order more chicken breasts, mushrooms and chives!” Angela yelled at Ana from the back, “Oh, and lamb mince too, while you’re at it!”

“What about eggs?”

“Jesse said he’s coming in today with a fresh crate!”

There was a time, whenever Doctor Ziegler had to raise her voice, it meant someone was at the brink of death. And Lieutenant Amari would have never been seen with a pad note instead of a sniper, scribbling down details as she checked their stocks.

“Table 9: a full breakfast platter, two sweet potato chips and a scampi.” Jack was back, golden hair bouncing as he pinned the order. Catching’s Gabriel’s eyes, his grin became both beaming and bashful, and he slipped behind the line, just so he could brush his wing against Gabriel’s. Despite being busy at the station, Gabriel chanced a second to sneak a kiss before his mate left.

With the lingering warmth of Jack’s skin, Gabriel felt his heart swelled, and he smiled, feeling the light brush of feathers against his neck.

This, he wouldn’t have traded this life for the world.

Submission

Hey Kat, what do you think of a Reverse x One Piece crossover? Like during the battle where the Akatsuki ambushed the Jinchūriki fam while they were on the way to Konoha something wonky happened, (like kamui reacting odd with seals or something) and everyone there is hurled randomly into the One Piece world, with the last thing Kurama sees being the foxes latching onto Naruto and Gaara (because I think he would literally destroy the planet if he thought they didn’t have protection of some sort).

Then Kurama wakes up and he’s alone again but he contacts his siblings and they’re ok but nowhere nearby, so they make tentative plans to lay low and figure out what happened and how to get back to each other. Only, that doesn’t quite work out for Kurama, as he’s landed in the middle of Sabaody and one of the first things he witnesses is a Tenryūbito harshly beating a group of child slaves, and well, there’s only one way Kurama would respond to that (The bastard’s lucky, had he known the kids were slaves he would have made the asshole’s death so much slower). Now he’s got new kids in the form of Koala and the Boa sisters, an absurdly large bounty, and he can positively feel everyone he knows rolling their eyes from half a world away. So now he’s on a mission to reunite his family, punch every Tenryūbito in the face with a bijūdama, probably punch a good number of marines too, and collect all the abused children he can find.

Meanwhile, Naruto and Fuji make friends with a trio of brothers, Gaara and Momiji meet a desert princess, Kushina meets a man with hair as red as hers, Fū ends up on an island floating in the clouds, Roshi runs into a ship load of fishmen about to execute a woman protecting her daughters (the villagers aren’t sure if all the lava is an improvement), Bee finds a dojo with a pair of kids who are positively brimming with potential, Yagura is used to feeling short compared to others but the man with the white mustache is more than slightly absurd, Tsunade encounters a young boy with an ‘incurable’ disease and decides to help him and his walking hazard of a father, Yugito runs into some cat themed pirates and is amused deeply offended (okay, okay, I’m suitably offended, you can stop yelling Matatabi), Shizune meets a young boy who tells tall tales and does her best to save his mother, Tenzō accidentally gets hired by a ship builder to provide the wood for a train that crosses the water, Mei encounters another lava user (he’s not nearly as charming as Roshi), Zabuza and Haku have a run in with a man with hawk like eyes (like hell was he losing Haku, he grabbed him as soon as the seal imploded), Shisui winds up on an island full of dinosaurs and two very large people (why does everything always want to eat me, at least the giants were kind enough to help me salvage a boat and weird compass thing), Itachi winds up on a ship and helps a young blond in the kitchen, Sakumo and Orochimaru encounter a talking reindeer that helps them get medical aid, Jiraiya lands on an island filled with hot springs and is deeply conflicted (on the one hand research, all the research, on the other Naruto, decisions decisions), Kakashi encounters a clown themed pirate and wonders why is this even his life, Han meets a young girl on the run for a crime she didn’t commit, Utakata meets a white haired marine private made of smoke and wonders if he’s somehow related to the Hōzuki clan, Kisame is surrounded by people that look vaguely like him but are clearly not of the Hoshigaki clan and he is confused, Sasori is deeply offended by the walking flamingo that dares to make light of his art, Kakuzu doesn’t care where he is (he’s too busy staring at the number of zeros on the wanted posters he found), Konan and Nagato find themselves in the middle of a Revolution and it brings back memories (now if only the paths hadn’t been thrown out of range), Obito winds up in a gilded palace filled with slaves and is abruptly reminded of why he’s doing what he’s doing.

Strawhat Cuddle Pile™

- Luffy, Chopper, and Carrot probably initiated it, by pouncing on someone else (Robin or Franky probably).
- I think Zoro would get dragged into it next, but he’d probably.just fall asleep.
- I think Franky would probably have “Franky Pillow” for this exact purpose.
- Robin uses many arms to give many hugs.
- She also drags Jinbe, Brook, Law, Usopp, and Nami into it. You can’t escape it.
- Brook immediatrly gets moved to the side of the pile because he’s too bony.
- Sanji practically flies to the pile to snuggle with Nami, Robin, and Carrot.
- Franky Pillow is the center and everyone else just cuddles up to him.
- Robin has an arm around everyone, mostly for hugs but also so no one can escape.
- That means you, Trafalgar Law.
- Jinbe is just…shocked ay the affection. He’s so happy. He almost cries.
- Carrot is really restless and she squirms until she gets distracted playing rock-paper-scissors with Luffy and Robin.
- Zoro spends half his time dead to the world and half his time kicking Sanji.
- Sanji wants to get close to the ladies but he’s trapped between Franky, Brook, and Usopp with Zoro’s foot 0.2 inches from his dick.
- Usopp starts telling tall tales but he falls asleep halfway through.
- Chopper is so cuddly? Halfway through he goes into guard point and it’s fluffy and the best.
- Luffy has his arms stretched around everyone and prevents them from moving.
- Luffy + Robin? Good fucking luck getting out of this one.
- Nami spends her time avoiding Sanji, yelling at her crew when they elbow her, and bickering with Zoro.
- Law Regrets Everything™ but he eventually falls asleep between Jinbe, Zoro, and Nami.
- Brook and Nami sing a lullaby and Jinbe cries of joy until Luffy and Robin smother him.
- Law is a cuddly sleeper and also the one with cold hands and feet. He’s dead to the world and clinging to Zoro and Jinbe.
- Zoro is that guy who’s like a space heater in human form and everyone shuffles closer to him if they’re cold.
- Luckily Jinbe can handle Law being a human icicle.
- Luffy keeps everyone from getting up so they have to ask Robin to pry his arm off so they can go to the bathroom.

When fanfic changes you,

(Not easily conquered)

“She’ll say yes. She’d say yes if you asked right now. She’d wear a God damn ring from a Cracker Jack box if it was all you had, trust me on that. She’s your forever girl. At least those are the things I’m gonna tell you the night before you propose, nervous and pacing and wanting to practice on me. 

Then again, maybe I won’t live to see it. Sometimes I hope to God I won’t. 

When it comes right down to it I don’t know that I’ll be able to do it. I don’t know if I’ve got it in me; I don’t know if I can just stand there while you seal the deal.

I’m no good at watching you walk away from me. 

The God’s honest truth is that I ain’t ever gonna love again. She’s your true north. I know what that means, because you’re mine.“

I don’t normally do this, make a whole new post and tag people to recommend a story but when you come across a fic that touches you so deeply as this one has touched me, you make an exception.

I’ve never been much of a shipper, quite the opposite actually, and when people recommended me Stucky fics in the past I was always hesitant and said that ‘it wasn’t my thing’. Even though I had no issues with the pairing. I just didn’t feel it. 

I didn’t get it before. And then I read this story and I sure as hell get it now.
And boy do I feel it too! In fact I am drowning in feels, you warned me @lowkeysebastianstan, I should have known.

I lack the words to describe how well written this fic is and how emotional it makes you. It pulls you in and holds you and when it’s done you’re the one who can’t let go. 

Words are incredibly powerful tools, this story is the perfect example of that.

“The closest I’ve ever been to the Garden of Eden is the genesis on the battlefield when the shrapnel’s still falling like hail on a tin roof. You look at me with those blue eyes all hot and electric in your face, blood on your cheek, soot smudged over your nose. Bone of my bones. 

Were you taken from my rib? You must have been, or maybe I was made from yours. And God damn, I want it. I want back inside you. I want you now, same as I wanted you before, prettier than hell even with a bloodied nose and split knuckles. Don’t care you were smaller. Liked it, even — same as I like you this way too. You make me hungry. You understand? You make me hungry.”

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Fic Preview: 03 Bonnie and Clyde

I’ve been thinking I need completed works to participate in Steggy Positivity Week but that’s ridiculous.  I’m almost done with the fic but I’ve had no time to put the finishing touches on it still don’t but I’ll be damned if I’m not participating so I’m pulling a Robot and giving you the preview.


Steggy Positivity Week - [1/7] Agent Carter Timeline

Steve took one last look in the mirror and straightened his tie.  He was sorry he didn’t have a hat to pair with it but Peggy assured him that was all right.  None of the other guys would be wearing one either. 

He checked his watch. A quarter till eight.  He still had plenty of time.  He could hear the boys in the living room.  From the sound of it, Dugan was telling another tall tale. Steve shook his head at another round of raucous laughter.

They had all flown in for him.  Tomorrow he was due to receive the Medal of Honor.  It had been awarded to him posthumously but since he had no living next of kin the medal had no one to go to.  Once news had spread that he was alive and very much able to receive the medal in person, President Truman hadn’t hesitated to send him a letter informing him of the honor.

Thankfully Steve had managed to get the full blown ceremonial presentation knocked down to a small gathering located in Senator Brandt’s office.

Steve was not looking forward to being reunited with him.

In the meantime he had a date.

Grabbing his keys and his wallet, he walked out to join his friends.

“Cap!” Dugan shouted. “You’re on time! Glad to see Carter’s finally havin’ a good influence on ya.”

“Yeah, yeah, I told her I wouldn’t make an entrance tonight.  Told her that was her job.”

“Ah, she’s always a showstopper,” Dugan reminded. 

Morita slapped Steve’s arm.  “Looks like she took your advice to heart, though.”

Steve looked up from the slight scuff on his shoe to notice all the fellas staring behind him. He whirled around to see Peggy in a blue cap sleeve dress, the neckline plunging just enough to be modest but entice in the same glance.  Her hair was pulled back by her ears, pulled back in what he was sure was a simple twist. Her lips were their familiar shade of red.

Showstopper indeed.

“Do I pass inspection?” Peggy asked. The question was open but her eyes were on Steve.

He walked up to her. “That’s supposed to be my line,” he said.  He slid his hands in his pockets and looked her up and down.  “I think you’ll do.”

Her manicured eyebrow went up.  She returned the favor and took in his uniform.  Unconsciously he stood straighter.

“Your shoe is scuffed.”

“You took the kit.”

“That’s no excuse.”

“Eh, it’s the best I got,” he shrugged.  Taking a hand out of his pocket he grabbed hers and kissed the back of it.  “I’ll do better tomorrow.”

Peggy hummed.  “I should hope so.  Can’t have Senator Brandt thinking his “dancing monkey” is less than perfect.”

The sarcasm he heard in her voice made him chuckle.  He leaned down to kiss her.

“Display of affection, fellas,” Dugan’s voice boomed.  “Avert your eyes.”

Peggy rolled her eyes and tugged on his lapel to complete his thought. 

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summary of this week’s events

reddit, overall a heavily left-leaning site, spinned off (a year-something ago) two alternatives:

voat, for white supremacists who were actually banned on reddit

imzy, for communists and their adjacents, who spent years of their life on reddit, a heavily left-leaning site, telling tall tales about how everyone on reddit (a heavily left-leaning site) is a misogynistic, racist bigot and they are being permanently persecuted. imzy was hit with a wave of excellent press that gave them nothing but universal love

voat for some reason hosted on Microsoft Azure, for $6k/month, which is the primary expenditure of their ramshackle “staff”.

imzy employed a large staff of full-time Silicon Valley employees - both coders who… i assume did something, and marketers who continued telling tall tales about how imzy is an extremely good website hosting a wide array of possible viewpoints, ranging from how communism is extremely good actually, to how feminism is the same as communism and also extremely good actually, to how #blacklivesmatter, to how they are all depressed and want to kill themselves all the time.

voat burned through their stack of klan’s krumpled-up koupons and announced their imminent shutdown. conincidentally the_donald announced that they’ll be moving to voat, again, voat fleeced them for $12k in donations and immediately kicked them out because the website is for white supremacists only, and is staying afloat.

imzy is announcing their closure because they have burned through their three million of investor capital with literally absolutely nothing to show for it

and this is how a site by one middle class idiot for fascists who hate minorities for begging for handouts and cheating begged for handouts and cheated to stay alive, while a site by communists who hate capitalism for communists who hate capitalism sank due to burning through significant silicon valley investor capital despite significant amount of goodwill and marketing and praise from capitalists


everything i have said is true. and, this my friends, is how we know that the anthropic principle is true also.

Aging (Bucky x Female!Reader) {AUish}

A/N: This came to me and totally messed me up. So I thought… Why not write it down and share it so everyone else can be messed up like I was.

A/N: Soulmate AU where your soulmate’s first words are tattooed somewhere on your arms. You get your mark between 18 and 21. If you don’t meet, you age slower than average until you meet them. You continue aging at a normal rate once you meet them.

*Disclaimer: Obviously I don’t own anything except the AUish storyline.*

Summary: Y/N had gotten her mark the night before her 21st birthday. She thought she was going to be just like her other family members and meet her soulmate not long after. That wasn’t the case and if she was being truthful with herself… She didn’t want to meet them.

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pearwaldorf  asked:

Pike and Scanlan. I could see Pike as a slightly more ethereal bard, but I want to see what a cleric Scanlan would be like.

Fun fact, did you know Pathfinder has a diety that ascended to godhood accidentally and continues to spend his time drinking and carousing and telling tall tales?

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Scanlan is ten, maybe eleven, when he sneaks in the backdoor of the tavern that will change his like. It’s name, Freedom’s Fortune, sounds like as likely a place as any to try and talk someone into a meal for the night. He’s getting a little old for the ‘poor child’ routine, and in all honesty, it’s only because humans are shit at telling the ages of gnomes he’s been able to milk this as far as he has. There’s a man sitting at the bar, already deep in his cups with half a plate of food in front of him gesturing wildly to an uninterested audience that has easy mark written all over him.

So Scanlan goes up to him, all wide eyes and ‘gee mister’s and ‘won’t you tell me that one again’s and against his own will, gets sucked into the story. Dressed in simple chainmail, the man at the bar speaks with an authority that belies the number of tankards in front of him. He speaks of the freedom of the open road, of the good that a stalwart adventurer could do in the world, of the joys to be found in a good cup of ale coming in off the road, and he does it all with a glitter in his eye that Scanlan envies. 

Scanlan, because he is just a kid and starving, steals a tankard off the bartop when everyone else is looking the other way, distracted by a brawl between the half-orc performer and an unruly farmer.

He tries to pawn the tankard the next day, and finds it returned to his pack by nightfall, his coin purse eight copper lighter. 

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12 x 06 CODA

Dean brings Cas to the next hunter gathering.

Fortunately, this one isn’t a wake. It’s just a party, an actual celebration, hunters getting together to tell tall tales and drink, to dance and hook up, to spend an evening in the company of people who get it.

He pulls Cas to a group he remembers from Asa’s funeral, all leather jackets and beards and gunpowder lingering on their skin.

“Dean Winchester,” one of them hollers, raising his beer bottle in salute. “Good to see you again.”

“Good to be here, man.” It’s still strange to have everyone looking at him like he’s some sort of celebrity, and he’s caught once again between embarrassment and pride. “This is Cas,” he continues.

Cas nods politely, but his smile drops when he sees the wide-eyed stares.

“Cas? As in Castiel?” One of the men asks.

“That’s right,” Cas says hesitantly, and Dean tenses, wondering what the reaction is going to be.

A slow and easy smile spreads over the face of the man who seems to be the leader of the group. “So this is your angel. Welcome to the club. Grab a drink.”

Dean huffs a sigh of relief, and they spend the rest of the evening having more fun than Dean can remember having in a long time.

When they get to the motel later that night, still a full day’s drive from the bunker, Cas doesn’t follow him into the room.

“What is it, Cas?”

“Nothing.” But he shifts his weight and stares at the ground, mouth opening, then closing again as he changes his mind.

“Talk to me,” Dean says, setting his bag on the hood of the car and giving Cas his full attention.

“Was that man correct tonight? Am I your angel?”

Dean isn’t expecting that question. He stares at Cas for a moment as his mind races.

Truthfully, those words have been echoing in his mind since the man said them. All night, as he joked and laughed with the other hunters, he had been too aware of Cas next to him, a magnet that moved when he moved, that pulled him back if he wandered too far.

And isn’t that the way it had always been? Haven’t they both sacrificed everything for each other over and over again? Wouldn’t they both die for the other in a heartbeat? And even if he’s never admitted it out loud before, Dean always feels better, more whole somehow, when Cas is there with him.

Dean thinks about the other hunters, how they never hesitate to grab love and connection where they can get it, how they say what they mean every moment of the day and never hold back affection, how they know that every second might be the last one, that there is no “maybe someday”.

Dean’s getting old enough that he knows “maybe someday” probably won’t ever come.

And in that moment, he doesn’t want to miss any more chances.

“Yeah, Cas,” he says, voice a little thick and nervous. “I guess you are.”

Cas doesn’t say anything, but those blue eyes have never looked so bright, and that goddamn smile of his shines through Dean with so much warmth he can’t stand it.

“C’mon.” Dean heads for the motel room, knowing that Cas, his angel, is right behind him

B L O G R O L L

I have never before done a blog roll, so… well, I thought I would.  Please find below all five of my currently at least semi-active characters on Balmung in FFXIV.  Please pardon the length of this post!  😅

Mythka Suvi - @smokespun

Mythka is a thirty year old Raen Au Ra male, born outside Doma.  He lost both his parents to the Garleans when he was merely a baby, and has no memory of them aside from a magically induced vision.  Taken in, given a name, and raised in a Hyur-run orphanage, The Black Shroud called to him preternaturally from picture books and texts in school.  As soon as he was of age and able, he made the move to The East Shroud and made his home near Fullflower Comb.  The locals know him as a devoted healer, both in conjury and herbal disciplines, and his cabin is often visited by travelers as well.  He boasts a lush flower and vegetable garden, a few fruit trees, and active bee hives.  Reclusive and quiet but endlessly kind and accepting, he can often be found of course at his cabin, foraging in the East and sometimes South Shroud, hiking and lunching along the ledge by Castrum Oriens, and lending his expertise at Stillglade Fane in the training of novice recruits.  Mythka enjoys reading, gardening, the smell of the forest, rain, touch (with the right people), and the concept of true love.


Corwynn Grey - @smokespun

Cowrynn is a Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te male who works as an archer at the Archers’ Guild in Gridania.  Adopted into a wildly diverse family boasting Hyur, Elezen, and Miqo'te, Corwynn claims NINE SISTERS.  He took to the bow right away and began training as soon as he was able to hold one properly.  He has a bounding, quick, instinctual style that is often envied by his partner, Raven Alderscorn ( @housealderscorn), who is more methodical and calculating, but no less deadly.  The two are the closest of friends and in their relationship they’ve learned much from each other - from which forks to eat with first to how to properly skin and grill a rabbit.  He can normally be found on patrol in The Shroud, crashed on his bunk in the Archers’ Guild, having drinks with Jacke and Baderon in Limsa Lominsa, or sneaking around the Lancers’ Guild to play pranks on them.  Corwynn loves concerts and plays, tall tales and bawdy stories (listening to them or telling them), cabarets, EATING, and spending time with his inordinately large family.  That includes Raven.


Charlemont Mercaiges - @house-mercaiges

Charlemont - or Char, as his casual acquaintances call him - is a twenty-four year old Duskwight Elezen currently employed as a knight by House Sartigault (A Dzemael vassal house) in Ishgard.  He is largely avoided by most in the House save the head chef Laure, and the head butler, Camille.  He is considered laconic yet fervid, and barely but always obedient in service to his Lord and Lady.  Charlemont accepts and completes his duties professionally and efficiently, proving himself to be a dependable knight for the house despite his often intense countenance.  The Duskwight naturally carries himself with an air of refinement beyond his station, and smoothly changes the subject when queried about his past.  He is usually remembered by his odd golden eyes against his dusky skin, and is rarely seen with a companion. Char possesses a marked penchant for clear liquor over the typically preferred Ishgardian red wine  He can be found in the field or in the city on patrol or deployment, various restaurants in Ishgard, or at House Sartigault.  Char does possess an apartment, though precious few know its location.


Francette Dardenau - @smokespun

Francette - more commonly known as Frankie - is the oldest daughter of Celine & Michel Dardenau and proprietor of Emberfall Parfumerie.  Hailing from a long line of well-bred Gridanian Wildwoods, she inherited her grandmother’s artful soprano voice and cultivated it from a young age, but it was the art of scent that called to her louder than performing.  Though she occasionally graces the stage at Mih Khetto’s Amphitheatre, or at the newly built Palazzo Aldenard, it is her shop which steals her heart and time.  Frankie has a sunny, jovial disposition and a snarking sense of humor, not to mention a smile that lights up the room.  Much to the benefit of her business, she is a whiz with numbers and finances though often doubted due to her looks.  She has a penchant for late, lazy mornings, sunny days on the beach, rich meals, flowers, and of course creating new scents.  She can be found at Emberfall Parfumerie, out on the town with her squad (Gridania, Ul'dah, or Limsa - she’s never been to Ishgard), having an evening walk in The Lavender Beds, or grabbing her morning cup of coffee and almond cream croissant at the local cafe.


Sahti Nhubalu - @sahti-nhubalu

Sahti (also known as Sister Sahti or Moura Sahti) is a Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te living deep within The Orn Wild.  She is a crone, the wise woman whom three different families of women seek for knowledge and guidance.  Sahti oversees births, leads rituals for deaths and burials, organizes ceremonies for arranged mating and coming of age.  When Keeper men come calling, it is her they meet with and pay their respects to in order to request a coupling with her girls.  Deeply connected to the energies of The Wilds and the rhythm of the families she is a part of, Sahti is a touch eccentric, intimidating, and mysterious.  She speaks sometimes very little, other times in parables, and only at length and openly in small groups.  While she has no children of her own, she possesses both an innate and learned knowledge of nature, biology, and the flow of life.  She loves bright, lush colors, large flowers, jewelry, running water, and fire.  Truly, the only place Sahti can be found is in The Orn Wild.

Old Cemetery

theeverydaypagan submitted:

This happened to me back when I lived in Wisconsin (around early to mid 90s. This is after the bird on the wall incident).

The Elementary school I went to sat just down the road from this old cemetery. We were all (meaning the kindergartners and the 1st graders) told, by the bigger kids, to never go into that particular cemetery after dark.

Now to clarify, I had been there with my dad on several occasions. A lot of the gravestones had no faces (as this particular cemetery was really old), but what always scared me and my little brother were the towering statues.

The reason we were told to not set foot in there was because of the gigantic angel statue that resided in the deepest part. 

One day, I was walking home (as I did on many occasions), and decided to cross through the cemetery to get home faster. I never really listened to the big kids, ‘cause they tended to tell tall tales and such, but for whatever reason I decided to face the angel to prove them wrong.

As I reached the middle, and deepest, part of the cemetery I saw it. The angel was a massive stone figure that looked as if it was protecting the graves.

I stood in front of it, as if to say ‘I am here do your worst.’ Hearing a strange noise behind me, I turned to look to see what it could have been (it was just one of the neighborhood cats *whew*), then turned back to the statue.

When I looked up at it, it had changed. The eyes, which had been covered in a brown moss, began glowing this eerie green which unsettled me quite a bit. All of a sudden I heard this loud tramping noise, which startled me into running through the rest of the cemetery to get home.

The next day, I told the bigger kids that I had stood up to the Angel and nothing had happened. They all laughed when they heard this, but one of the quieter kids asked, “Did the eyes glow green? Did you hear loud footsteps?” which caused me and the other kids to go quiet before I nodded yes.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 6/10 Ooh, that statue sounds really spooky.  Thanks for sharing the scares!

Boomerang

Summary: After being rejected by you several times, Peter remains persistent as ever to get you to admit your feelings for him. Felix notices Pan’s actions and disapproves, giving him some questionable advice on how to actually win you over.

Word Count: 1606

Warnings: None

You hear Peter calling your name from behind you. Soon, he’s fallen into step with you, immediately going into a tale about how his hunt went. You roll your eyes at the forced conversation, and continue walking without glancing at him.

When there’s a break in his story, you shoot him a look and interject, “You know, I didn’t actually ask you to tell me this.”

Peter pauses only a minute to compose himself from this remark before replying, curtly, “Believe it or not, it’s polite to listen to someone’s entire story without interrupting, even if you don’t want to. I mean, that’s what friends do, right?”

You throw your arms up in irritation, voice rising. “We’re not friends, Peter! I’m only on this island until I can find a way to open the portal back up and get home to Storybrooke. I’m not your buddy or your friend or your hunting companion, and I’d appreciate if you just left me alone for the rest of the time being.”

You hear him exhale loudly before turning to you. “You know what? Fine, be that way. I’ll be telling my stories to the boys if you feel like having manners and joining us.”

With a huff, Peter walks off towards the direction of the camp, and you roll your eyes once more, simply astounded at his childish behavior.

It’s not like Peter even noticed you much when you first arrived. He barely payed attention to you, even though you helped contribute to the camp by providing food from hunts (granted it was only fair you stay there if you help out).

It seems Peter only realized you were there when you started to completely ignore his role on the island. You talked and hunt with the other Lost Boys, but stopped trying to engage with Peter at all.

That’s when he started acting differently. He began to follow your route on hunts and try to “assist” you, even though it was clear you needed no help at all. Then, he’d try to sit next to you at meals, and stare at you while he played music for the Lost Boys.

Most annoying of all, he’d pull tricks like he did today and suddenly appear next to you, talking like you both had been having a running conversation all day.

You don’t play that way. Had he wanted to have a friendship with you, he should have been that way from the start. Not just when you’d stop wanting one.

Little do you know, Felix sees all of this. He takes it all in silently, mentally shaking his head at Peter. He finds distaste in Peter’s persistent actions despite you not reciprocating them. So, Felix decides to have some fun.

Before that night’s meal, Felix corners Peter as he’s leaving his tent, crossing his arms. “Pan, can we talk a minute?”

Peter looks up and dusts his hands on his pants. “Sure, Felix. What is it?”

“It’s about Y/N…” Felix starts.

Peter’s face immediately hardens. “Felix-” He begins to argue, but Felix puts his hands up, stopping him.

“No, hear me out. I think you’re approaching it all wrong.”

Peter cocks his head to the side, ashamed at how slightly intrigued he is. “What do you mean?”

“Well, Peter, I think you’re being too…available. You’re like a boomerang! Every time she tosses you away, you just come right back!”

This makes Peter’s eyes narrow, obviously annoyed. “Listen, mate, I think you outta-”

“No, no!” Felix nearly yells, trying to regain Pan’s focus. “She talked to me!”

This seems to work. Peter grows quiet again, crossing his arms to listen. “What…what did she say?”

Felix has to hold in his laughter at the tall tale he is about to tell. “She, erm, Y/N told me that it feels like there’s no chase. She’s into bad boys, mate. The type who tell her off and are constantly commanding her on what to do. You know, the rough, edgy type who boss her around.”

Peter gives a puzzled look. “Really? Felix, she really doesn’t seem like that kind of-”

“No, Pan, she told me this herself!” Felix reassures. “I mean, it makes sense, doesn’t it? She’s a strong girl, Peter. Why would she want some wuss of a guy who doesn’t let her take the backseat sometimes? Maybe she just wants to be snapped at sometimes instead of doing all the snapping.”

Although a small voice inside Peter questions this advice greatly, the sincere look on Felix’s face makes him cave. Felix doesn’t really have a reason to lie, does he? If this is the quickest way to Y/N’s heart, it’s worth it, no matter how unorthodox it seems, Peter thinks to himself.

So, after everyone eats and the Lost Boys are starting their nightly games, Peter devises his plan.

Walking over to the clearing, you announce, “I’m going to the lagoon to have a night swim. Are you guys in?”

This makes Peter’s ears perk up. He speaks, loud enough for the entire camp to hear, “Actually, I don’t think so.”

You and the Lost Boys immediately turn to Peter. He never cares about what anyone does after the meal as long as they are back in their tent by midnight.

“Excuse me?” You ask, an edge in your voice. If Peter thinks he is about to start acting on his bitterness over your lack of friendship, he has another thing coming.

“You heard me, Y/N. You didn’t ask for permission.” He smirks in the most obnoxious, irritating way possible, and you feel your blood boil.

“Your permission?” You repeat, before scoffing and turning away. You head off on the path towards the lagoon anyways, the boys’ anxious chattering disappearing behind you.

Not too far into your journey does Peter appear in front of you.

He crosses his arms and narrows his eyes. “I’m sorry, do you have a hearing disability? I believe I said you couldn’t go to the lagoon.”

You glare right back at him and try to shove past him, but he doesn’t budge. “No, actually, I believe you said I needed your permission, which I regarded as total bullshit.”

For a minute, Peter considers just letting you pass, but then Felix’s words echo in his head.

…the rough, edgy type who boss her around…

“No.” Peter’s voice is stone hard, unwavering. “Listen here, sweetheart, you’re on my island, with my boys, and my rules, and I think it’s about time you started showing me some respect.”

You raise your eyebrows, and feel yourself hit breaking point. “Respect?!” You nearly shout, your hands raised.

Peter looks genuinely startled.

Respect? You did not just say respect. Respect is treating someone right from the start instead of deciding they’re worth your attention halfway through their stay. I was nothing but respectful to you when I first came here and how did you treat me? Oh, yeah, that’s right, you didn’t even acknowledge me.” You were gesturing wildly, your voice booming throughout the forrest. You didn’t doubt the Lost Boys could probably hear you all the way from camp.

Peter looks far more uncomfortable than you thought he would. Instead of making eye contact with you, he just stares at the floor.

“So, no, I don’t want to be friends with you now,” you continue, “just because you got bored with your other toys. The second I can I’m getting off this island, and I’m not gonna have one regret of never getting to know you, because you never really wanted to know me.”

Peter doesn’t look triumphant or authoritative now. He looks like a sad puppy dog with his tail between his legs, and you have to urge yourself to not feel bad for him. He did this to himself.

But then he speaks up, “Y'N, I’m…I’m sorry. Genuinely sorry. I didn’t-I didn’t mean to-” He looks up to you, and his eyes aren’t gleaming with the usual pride or satisfaction. They just look serious, and guilt-ridden.

“Honestly, yeah, you’re right. I didn’t notice you in time. I get that now. But I wasn’t trying to ignore you, I swear! It’s just, sometimes, I…” Peter chews his lip, as if looking for the right words. “I can’t…sometimes I get so caught up in this egotistical bubble, and it’s hard for me to get out. I come off like a complete asshole and I know it’s my fault but…”

Peter looks right into your eyes. “Y/N, I never meant to make you feel like that, and I’m really sorry.”

You feel a little pang in your chest, although you know everything you said to him had been necessary. Still, remorse tugs at your heart.

You let out a sigh. “Okay…”

He raises his eyebrows questionably. “Okay?”

“Yes, I accept your apology. I guess I was kind of an ass too. But Peter, you need to drop the persona. If we’re gonna be friends, I need you to be real with me. None of the asshole, tough guy stuff. Alright?”

Peter cocks his head to the side. “But I thought you liked that?”

You laugh, unaware that Peter hadn’t mean it as a joke.“Mmmhmm, yeah, sure.”

It’s quiet for a moment before you speak up again. “So, you in for a night swim at the lagoon?”

Peter seems to think about this offer for a moment before grinning. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

For the first time, you let Peter walk with you, pretending you don’t notice it when your shoulders bump and his hand gently hits yours.

It’s nice, you think, as Peter starts telling a story about a run in with a pirate you’re actually interested in hearing about.

You can’t help but wonder, though, if Peter had really done this all for friendship, or if there’s something…more?

You shoo the thought out of your brain. It’s unlikely, and something of that nature could only cause trouble.

You and Peter have finally just started being friends. That’s good enough for now.

Hi loves! I’m highly considered doing a sequel to this. If that’s something you guys would be interested in, perhaps leave me an inbox message?

As always, thank you for reading!!

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