absolutely nothing about it is ok

anonymous asked:

ok but i just pictured that scene with your cat but instead,, bakugou. like he wants a hug and you start hugging him and he swears and explodes a lil bit but once hes in your arms. oh boy. he melts. he craves affection

[in reference to this post]

ok so this was super cute and incredibly self indulgent and i had to i draw it

also, yes. poor boy knows nothing about giving or recieving affection but absolutely craves it lmao

(i am such a sucker for platonic hugs ok)

If you are autistic and trans, nonbinary, gender queer or non-conforming I want you to know that your identity is valid and wonderful

No matter if you experience dysphoria or you don’t, if the kind of dysphoria you experience is inseparable from your sensory issues, if the way you experience not being cis is affected or defined by your neurotype, it’s all ok, none of these things invalidate your identity

So often we feel forced to prioritise one thing and be silent about the other, but I’m here to tell you they can both be equally important to you, they can be linked and affect each other and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that

My autism is a big part of my gender and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m allowed to have a complex, multifaced understanding of my own identity, and so do all of you ❤

SPN Prop FAIL - Calipers

Ok, I gotta talk about this because it is making me crazy, and it is not the first time I’ve seen these stupid calipers and thought this.

In reference to this post involving @chiisana-sukima @rosewhipped22  screencap below stolen from @rosewhipped22)

Those heart-shaped calipers? They have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with NAVIGATION and should not even BE on a map table. They are for measuring the external size of objects.  The long straight ones, YES, are used for marking out locations (called divider calipers or what we think of as a compass) and have a long history of being used with maps.

Those other calipers are a total prop fail by someone at SPN. Or, as is pointed out by @chiisana-sukima, are there for only to make a point via subtext - because they sure as hell aren’t using them with that map (or those books and papers).

More about calipers than you  wanted to know.


credits to @eikyrona for letting me animate this fanart 

Ok, just for a sec, forget about all these conspiracies. Now, why would they cut out a scene that was so important and emotional that Martin wanted to do it alone, so that he could do his absolute best acting ever??

Also, why did they talk about this when they knew that this scene wasn’t even included in the episodes?

Nothing of this makes any sense and they wonder why we are getting more and more crazy.

The signs as Skins quotes

Aries- “Fuck it! Be bad.”

Taurus- “Will you buy a falafel?”

Gemini- “Effy doesn’t do donuts. She does drugs.”

Cancer- “The people I should love, I hate. And the people I should hate, I love”


Virgo- “No offense but you kind of represent everything i despise in the world”

Libra- “She just smiled. You know, that Effy smile, that means ‘You don’t know me at all, and you never will.’”

Scorpio- “It’s hard telling people things about yourself, isn’t it?”

Sagittarius- “Love, love, love. What is it good for? Absolutely nothing.”

Capricorn- “I like you Sid” “Ok.”

Aquarius- “Nobody breaks my heart”

Pisces- “Oh, wow, lovely”

  • Me: ok now! Tomorrow I have school! I'll go to sleep early bc I want to wake up at 8 am
  • Me@me: *whispers* good joke. Stay up until 3 in the morning. Just think about Adrien.... just wonder.... grown  up.... piercings....long hair.... you have to drawwww
  • Me: but...but...
  • Me@me: no 'but'
  • Me@1 am: *laying on the bed doing absolutely nothing *... eh
Suggestions for the supergirl writers: AKA a little rant about things I think are going wrong/can they please be fixed?

1. I’m putting this first because we’ll I really want it. A MAGGIE SAWYER BACK STORY! she is a main character yet we know little to nothing about her, and can she also have more screen time! Like honestly 2-3 minutes an episode is not fair. I’m absolute sanvers trash but I would also like to see her outside of her relationship with Alex, maybe more of her an Kara? Like maybe talk about how Kara feels like Alex is slipping away and Maggie reassuring her that she would never come between the sisters like that, and maybe tell Kara to speak to her because she is there for her too. I don’t know I just want kara/Maggie brotp.

2. Ok so I don’t know how this is going to play out, the whole M'gann leaving to go back to Mars, but can she be successful and NOT DIE!. Like can she please return, I love her character and I really love her and J'onns relationship that is developing. We have learned quiet a lot about her character and it would be a shame to end her storyline there.

3. Right so you know those Kermit the frog meme guys that are looking for Mon-el??? Well can they please find him and maybe take him away?!? I do admit his character does bring a bit of comic relief to the show, but his character doesn’t do anything for me, all it seems to be doing is taking the attention off the lead character; Kara/Supergirl. Ever since he has come onto the show, Kara seems to be really lost and she seems to be battling. I don’t like it, season 1 Kara was getting so much more confident in herself and then season 2 she just looks so sad, and I can’t help but link that to Mon-el. So can he just disappear maybe? Or at least stop being the centre of the show?

4. I’ve noticed that Alex doesn’t seem to have as many action scenes as she used to, and I really miss them. I love badass Alex Danvers and I miss her! She is one of my favorite characters on the show (not just because she is gay) but because I love the fact that she is human and is just as much of a hero as Kara. So more Agent Danvers in action please. Thank you.

5. I miss my danvers sisters!! There have been a few good moments this season between the two, but I feel it is lacking slightly. The relationship between them is honestly the whole reason why I watch this show! So can we please have more sisterly moments? Like couch scenes where Kara eats all the potstickers like in season 1.

6. The whole guardian storyline is something i am on the fence about. I don’t really know what to feel. Sometimes I like it and sometimes It pisses me off, like when Winn lied to Kara about livewire’s location so James could show her what he could do. Like NO! Just no! I think if this storyline is going to continue like I’m sure it’s going too because it would be strange to just stop, I want them working with Kara, helping her not competing against her.

7. More Lena Luthor! I’m very interested in the Luthor arc, and it’s connection to Cadmus. I want to see Lena be good and help bring down her family, also help get Jeremiah back as she is the closest connection so therefore she has the best chance. Also want to see more of her with Kara and their friendship blossom, their connection is undeniable.

8. I’m going to speak more about Kara, because well she seems so lost right now. I’ve touched on this earlier but I can’t help but link it to the presence of Mon-el. I can see how some people might like Karamel I mean I have to admit there have been some cute moments between them, but honestly I do not see them as being romantic, if anything those moments where friendly only. She has lost her swagger (don’t know what else to call it?) And with everything (sanvers & Guardian) she seems alone and it seems like she relies on Mon-el because well he’s there, but that’s why to me it feels forced. Why does she need to be in a relationship? Can’t she be independent?

9. Can Lucy Lane come out of early retirement or wherever the hell she went! I miss her and I think she could be good for Kara to be there as a friend ,an ally so she doesn’t feel so alone. I also just really miss her face!

10. Bring Cat Grant back!! Kara needs her, she was her rock, she always helped when Kara was going through something, her moral compass showing her the way if you will. I also miss her snarky comments and overall everything her Character brought to the show. There is difenatly a big whole in the show without her. ( I know the actress couldn’t move with the show to Vancouver) but could she like make a guest appearance and help Kara, tell her all the things she needs to hear because Cat gets her.

So overall I would like to see more Maggie Sawyer, more M'gann, less Mon-el (like a lot less). More badass Alex, also give me my danvers sisters back! Less competition between supergirl and guardian, kara to find her way again and I want Lucy and Cat back. And Vasquez I missed her!!

OK so I’m done 😂 sorry for the long rant but I needed to get this off my chest. I don’t know if i made any semse or if i got what i was trying to say out clearly (sorry about that) i dont know if anyone will agree with me but this is just how I feel about the show at the moment and how I want things to change. I love supergirl it’s one of my favorite TV shows but it’s lost some of its spark that it had in season 1 and I just want that back. This wasn’t meant to be hateful on any characters but it’s just my honest opinion.

Tonight {BK Regency Fic Pt. 4}

OK guys! Stefonnie techincally won the poll but I’ve been getting inboxes and messages asking about BK so …. here is the fourth part to The Tudor-esque Bonkai fanfiction. I hope I’m doing a good job in building suspense and tension so please let me know! I do not historical accuracy, in fact absolutely nothing is historically correct so people keep that in mind when you inbox me questions, haha.

The first part: http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/151942784000/the-gambit-bk-regency-pt-1

The second part: http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/152178534030/the-moon-bk-regency-fic-pt-2

The third part: http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/152739097855/winded-bk-regency-fic-pt-3

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*not my gif*

“ The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well”

— Hozier, Take Me To Church

A choir of children sang in ghostly beautiful tones that echoed throughout the crowded yet quiet cathedral.  King Malachai and Queen Caroline knelt before the priest as Bonnie stood to the side with the other ladies-in-waiting, her eyes fixed on the pulpit. She felt it, though. His presence.  Everything in her body was attuned to it, everything in her head was singing, screaming, and each time he glanced at her for the briefest of seconds, her heart skipped or it stopped, she was arrested by something that felt like death then he would look away and she would, could go back to living. Not too long after, a frost would chill her skin and she knew Queen Caroline’s eyes had found her as well usually moments after her husband had gazed at her.

           “You must put yourself in his way,” Damon had said a fortnight earlier. They’d been in Naples then, emptying the family estate of their things. Elena had been in her bedroom, directing the servants on what to pack away and Bonnie, Damon and her father had been in the study, communing.

           “Of course you must be subtle,” said Alaric. He was sitting at his desk, reading. His tone was innocuous but Bonnie knew his ears were peeled to detect any sort of flaw in their plan. “We don’t need the court thinking you are some kind of strumpet.”

           “Yes, Papa,” said Bonnie.

           “Be delicate but willful,” said Damon. “You must leave an impression but not be too conspicuous.”

           Alaric put down his book. “Oh come now, Damon,” he said. “We don’t really need to coach her like this, our Bonnie is an expert in seduction.”

           Bonnie felt the implicit threat in his tone, the demand that she rise to the challenge and exceed expectations, for success would endear her to him forever but failure would be met with brutal repercussion; possibly disownment — illegitimacy.

           “Seduction or manipulation?” said Damon, a little churlishly.

           “Synonyms, dear nephew,” said Alaric.

           A servant appeared in the doorway. “Excuse me, my Lord, Lady Elena would like a word with you.”

           Alaric nodded once and the servant scurried away. He stood up from his chair. “I expect you two to continue in my absence,” he said, walking out of the room. 

“I think we’ve gone over this enough times already.” Bonnie had moved to leave when Damon blocked her path.

“Whatever you may be feeling, you musn’t spread your legs for the King so easily.”

“I believe I was the one who brought up that point, cousin,” said Bonnie, her eyes angry slits. “I was the one who cited the King’s fickleness if I’m not mistaken.”

“That was before you danced with him.”

“What does that have to do with — ?”

           “I saw you two together, everyone saw you two together,” said Damon.

           “It was but a moment,” said Bonnie.

           “Many things can happen in a moment. The illusion of your chastity must stay intact for as long as possible.”

“I have no idea —”

“The musician,” said Damon waspishly. Bonnie’s eyes widened fractionally.

“Don’t tell me you fooled yourself into believing I didn’t know about that.” Bonnie said nothing as Damon’s gaze darkened. “You are not to see him anymore.”

Bonnie rolled her eyes and made to continue walking but Damon grabbed her by the wrist, keeping her in place. “You are not to see him, Bonnie. He could ruin everything.”

She wrenched her arm away. “Of course I am not going to see him, I would be an idiot to continue seeing him and I am not an idiot.”

           “No,” said Damon. “That you are not.”

Bonnie stared at him. “You really must decide, Damon.”

“And what is that, cousin?”

“Whether you hate me or love me. I don’t care which it is but pick one and act accordingly,” said Bonnie, walking out of the room.

The mass finished and everyone in the cathedral crossed themselves. Malachai began to stand up and Bonnie held her breath as he turned around to look at her. She clasped her hands together so she could dig her nails into her knuckles, so the discomfort could keep her from slipping away from reality and into … him.

“Lady Bonnie.”

His voice intoxicated her and she nearly swayed on the spot. “Your Majesty,” said Bonnie, her voice was no more than a gasp.

He tarried for a moment, quickly passing his eyes over Bonnie’s physique and she kept telling herself not to swoon. To her simultaneous dismay and relief, Malachai exited the cathedral, releasing Bonnie from his presence, Caroline following him, exuding cold indifference. Bonnie could hear the other ladies whisper beside her. “Unconscionably brazen.” “She looked directly at His Majesty.”

Bonnie turned to the side and saw Damon and Alaric in the pews not too far behind her, they both gave their heads subtle nods of approval.

“Lady Bonnie,” said an annoyed voice. “We must follow Her Majesty.”

She shook her head slightly and led the way to the door. Once outside the church, the First Lady took her to the side.

“Continue on, ladies,” she said to the other women. She turned back to Bonnie. “Lady Bonnie do you understand that this office requires a certain level of decorum?”

Bonnie raised her eyebrows, trying not to show her indignation. “Of course I do.”

“Then perhaps you ought to show it.”

“I need no lesson in the necessity of decorum, Lady Isabelle. Perhaps your instruction will be better suited elsewhere such as Lady Celia’s stitch work.”

Lady Isabelle’s eyes flashed. “You speak without thought,” she said. “Perhaps you should take your down time a bit early and reflect on your behaviour.”

Bonnie smiled with subtle irony and curtseyed slightly, before walking off, leaving Lady Isabelle in stunned silence.


Malachai sat next to Caroline before the court, vacantly watching the people idle before them. Two emissaries from France were coming and everyone was waiting for them. He did not care. Caroline was speaking to him and he cared about that even less. His mind was on repeat, bringing him back to the morning, to the lady Bonnie, the intensity of her gaze, the parting of her lips, to the husky quality of her voice. It was all he could see, all he could hear, pushing out every other thought in his head, blurring every other noise or vision, those brief, precious moments in the cathedral consumed him to the point of aggravation. He had to focus on the matter at hand, he had to be kingly but his priorities couldn’t break through and stop the repetition of those moments playing in his head, overwhelming him with a desire to speak more than a few words to her, to know her, to have her. He burned for her. He sat on the throne, his hands clutching the armrests, completely still, completely silent in fear of one movement, one utterance leading him to abandon his post and find the Lady Bonnie.

“Malachai, are you feeling well, my love?”

He turned slightly to look at Caroline. He’d loved her once. A long time ago. She was impeccable, a Queen of Queens, her lineage was immaculate. He’d expected a son from her, many sons, many heirs. He expected a great deal and she’d failed him in every possible way.

“I’m fine.”

A sudden impact overtook Malachai’s body, pulling at him, drawing him to the front of the room. She was here. She had to be. Malachai turned away from Caroline and saw Bonnie with her sister Elena in a corner of the room. She was robed in dresses of gold and white, looking absolutely devastating. Malachai swallowed hard, tracing her outline with his eyes, lingering on her neck, graceful and elegant, an image flashed before Malachai’s eyes, his lips on her neck, skimming the smoothness of her skin. He clenched his teeth as he felt himself harden and then shifted in his seat, clearing his throat. Lady Bonnie’s presence had the opposite effect of what Malachai expected. Her being near him was meant to diminish his agitation not inflame it; relieve him of fantasies of her not double them. He wanted her to look at him again, pull him into the green sea of her eyes, pull him into her.

Look at me, he willed. Look At Me. LOOK AT ME.

She didn’t. Rather, a man nudged his way in between her and her sister. He was pale, black-haired and blue-eyed. Malachai despised him already. He leaned to the side, whispered into Bonnie’s ear and everything within Malachai started screaming, roaring. He clutched his armrest even tighter until his knuckles were white, his face was taut, eyes wide. That man … that man was touching … Malachai was overcome with a murderous rage. He could tell he was frightening the courtiers with his expressions; people were muttering and staring at him with great concern.

Caroline spoke once more. “Malachai, are you sure you’re feeling quite well?”

“I’m fine,” he snapped. He turned to his right at Tyler standing in the corner with his other two companions and motioned for him to come.

Tyler excused himself and walked up the step to Malachai’s side. Caroline stared ahead, remaining in a queenly stature but Malachai could feel her resentful curiosity as he bent toward Tyler and whispered in his ear. When he finished relaying his message he pulled away and looked at Tyler to see if he understood. Tyler gave his head a nod and Malachai gave a responding one as he walked away.

“The Emissaries, my love,” said Caroline.

The court quieted and Malachai turned to the business at hand as Tyler flattened himself against the wall, slipping through the crowd. When he reached Bonnie, he stood behind her, blending in with the tapestry and took a minute to regard her. Her beauty was peculiar he decided, there was something dangerous about it, she wasn’t simply visually appealing, she was alluring in the truest sense of the word. Tyler glanced up to the King and despite talking to the emissaries, Tyler could sense that Malachai was watching him and growing impatient with his silence. Tyler cleared his throat and shifted forward.

“Don’t turn around,” he said beneath his breath. “Find yourself unencumbered at the corridor by the kitchens at 10:30 tonight. Nod your head if you understand.”

Bonnie kept her eyes on the emissaries as she gave her head a slow nod. She felt Tyler slip away behind her and infinitesimally, Damon leaned toward her. “What was that about?” he murmured.

“I’m to meet the King,” said Bonnie between her teeth. “Alone.”

The words ensnared her, choking her windpipe with a nervousness that made her want to laugh and cry at the same time. Tonight. She was to meet the King tonight.


Bonnie tried to slow her breathing as she waited in the corridor, hiding behind a wall that led down another hallway. She was a step away from hyperventilating and the noise was sure to give her away.

           “Don’t forget to act amazed to be in His Majesty’s presence,” Alaric had said.

           Bonnie felt him before she saw him, before she heard him. She was hot and cold at the same time, her body shook from shivers but her gut seethed with a sultriness that ached her gut. She felt his presence, heard his footsteps and yet it was a shock when Malachai appeared before her. Bonnie felt like she should acknowledge him, murmur “Your Majesty” but the words didn’t come, all she could do was stare at him and feel the storm raging within her.

Neither of them said anything for a few moments, each of them in awe at being in the other’s presence and then slowly, Malachai reached forward and took Bonnie’s hand in his, gently pulling her toward him. His touch … her touch … the touch of a lover was meant to be soothing, that was what the poems said, but the feel of their skin meeting inspired chaos in them not calm, a wild abandon they both itched to unleash but forced themselves to contain.

“I have thought of nothing but this moment since meeting you,” said Malachai quietly.

           Bonnie said nothing and focused instead on breathing. His touch would haunt her forever, nothing else would ever feel the same because Bonnie had experienced a touch that could ignite her, her soul. Nothing, no one had ever made feel so deeply and she knew instantly that he was her curse.

“I love your neck,” he murmured. With his eyes on her, his gaze steadily holding hers, Malachai reached with his other hand and skimmed his index finger along her neck, making Bonnie’s lips part to let out a sigh. Abruptly, his hand closed around the nape of her neck and he jerked her head forward, making Bonnie’s eyes flash with anger and arousal. “That man you were with today,” said Malachai, his voice low and dangerous. “Who. Is. He?”

           Bonnie pursed her lips, showing subtle amusement. “My cousin,” she said. Malachai continued to stare at her. “Only my cousin.”

           It took a few moments for Malachai’s expression to clear and Bonnie felt a certain level of joy at being able to inspire such jealousy in him, such powerful emotion. There was a shine to her eye now that made Malachai’s heart thud. “Thoughts of you have inflamed me for days,” said Bonnie.

           Malachai lunged forward and thrust his lips onto Bonnie’s, his hand on her throat; she knew she should act chaste, act taken aback and coy, scurry away with a giggle, but Malachai’s mouth on her frenzied Bonnie’s blood, it caused her entire body to vibrate with a desire that threatened to break her. Bonnie responded, a sigh in her throat that called to a moan in Malachai’s, his groin aching, his skin flushed and heated, his hands itching to feel the dips and curves of her body. He wanted her. He wanted her with a primal intensity he’d never before suffered and he shifted his body, pressing himself against her and her against the wall. Bonnie felt herself open up, ready to accept him, to lay waste to him and she knew that stopping this would be painful, would be torture, that doing anything but kiss him would surely kill her but she pulled away.

           “I must go,” she whispered, walking down the hall. He grabbed her hand.

           “But Bonnie…”

           “Her Majesty expects me, I must go.”

           Bonnie ran down the hall without looking back, leaving Malachai in a rapture of frustrated lust that consumed his very being. There was no forgetting her now, she was in his system, chewing away anything that he found significant before her.

RWBY Vol. 4 Episode 3 review

I was very excited to catch up with Blake and Yang who might be my favorite (living TT_TT) characters. First Blake gets mega hit on by some old guy.

Then she takes off the bow. I’ve always been partial to the ears myself. Who am I kidding though she can rock either look. She is the prettiest character this is just a fact.

Also is it just me or has she been seeing some sun? She looks a tiny bit tan. 

No not that Sun. I have to say I enjoyed him in this episode though. Quite delightfully dorky. I’m still guessing bumbleby will be endgame though.

Speaking of, we move on to Yang who seems to be rather bored, but who is also not doing anything about said boredom. Very unlike her…which is to be expected after what happened. Also I spy Zwei.

More importantly:

Lavender ✽

I really just wanna hug all the young GNC girls out there and let them know it’s gonna be ok. You don’t have to be what everybody else wants you to be. You are awesome just as you are. It’s awesome that you have short hair and don’t wear make-up and you’d rather play sports or build things than go shopping and talk about boys. Being GNC doesn’t make you manly. You are still a young woman, and you are awesome. Take up space, speak your mind, don’t ever back down. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. 

the introverts and their trickster (7th) functions

INxP (PoLR Se): “what did you say?”
*nervous laugh because not sure what you said but didn’t want to ask you (again)*
“hm? oh i didn’t see..”
“…i wasn’t paying attention”
*trips over absolutely nothing*
*falls up the stairs*
*walks into everything*
*takes 2 hours to decide whether to buy a sandwich or a kebab for lunch* *ends up buying neither because forgot about hunger*
don’t let them carry the eggs when grocery shopping

ISxP (PoLR Ne): “how did i not see that???????”
“ok so now what do i do”
“study???? hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah
“i’m a risk taker” *does something stupid and doesn’t realize that it’s stupid until it’s too late*
“??????? but where’s the PROOF”
“how was i supposed to know he was gonna do that?????”
*has a good idea but isn’t going to share it because “it’s better if you don’t know it”*
“let’s just finish this one first please”
brainstorming gives them headaches

IxFJ (PoLR Te): “?? what that’s not true because that happened to me last time and-”
*wants to share a great idea but ends up talking about themselves instead*
*can often cancel plans due to poor scheduling skills*
*uses the less efficient path to do something but its ok bcs it’s how it’s supposed to be done*
“i mean i know i should do it…. but…….. i don’t want to….”
*regarding something important like school or university* “i know i won’t like this so i’ll just fail i guess lol sorry i guess”
*wants to teach their friends something great but everyone just thinks it’s annoying because it kind of turns into a lecture everytime* these poor souls
“yeah… i’ll just do it later” *procrastinates for 57 years*
their ideas are sometimes even more impractical than those Ne users it’s amazing

IxTJ (PoLR Fe): *tries in vain to share their ideas to a group*
“no… that’s not what i meant…”
“?? i have no idea who you’re talking about”
*when someone rants about their emotional problems* “… so where’s the problem”
*everyone thinks they’re moody as heck but it’s actually IxTJ’s failure in trying to connect with others*
“how should i know that’s what you actually meant”
“i mean i’ve never wanted to fit in since childhood”
they get so angry when they see people do something just to adhere to social norms

unclejager  asked:

What Manga, would you like to see made into an anime or movie?

Hmm I would like to see Berserk done in a better way than it has been. Start to finish with an art style similar to the last movie they put out. Skipping absolutely nothing.

I’ve been watching the new series with my girlfriend (who also watched the movies with me). She thinks it’s ok, but doesn’t really understand the big fuss about it (as the anime has missed so much). So yeah, Berserk done correctly is my answer!

anonymous asked:

I'm not against tangled getting a series, what I do fear about movies getting tv shows, is the plot getting lost along the way and the show still continues. I don't want to feel, "ok I've had enough of these characters, they've got nothing else to offer" or episodic where it reaches the pointless peak. I hope they had a good purpose to make this series

Tangled the Series is a finite story. It is set for three seasons of twenty-six episodes each (seventy-eight in total), and they know where they’re going with it. I have absolute faith in them that they’re going to tell the story they set out to tell.