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star-empress  asked:

20-30 for the ask meme

20 Hair color? Blonde
21 Height? 5′6 
22 Birthday? 13 Dec
23 Country you live in? Austria 
24 Cooking ability? Hai 
25 How many dates have you been on? 2,3 
26 How many romantic relationships have you been in? NonE
27 Favorite fandom? Nalu  & Starco 
28 Freckles or no freckles? slightly 
29 Age? 16 
30 Which character from Fairy Tail would you date? Natsu Dragneel 

Thank you :3 

COME PLAY AT THE GARDEN. (group verse: Eve’s Garden)

NAME: Frank Fontaine
AGE: late 30s, early 40s
FACE CLAIM: Rufus Sewell
POSITION AT THE CLUB: Patron-ish, occasional bartender

BIOGRAPHY:

As Frank Gorland, he conned a man out of his dockside bar, intending to use the place to set up his various operations.

It was through the patrons of this bar that he heard about the “North Atlantic Project,” some brainchild of industrialist Andrew Ryan. If there was that much money going into it, he knew that he wanted in on whatever it was.

He’d worked with a man named Frank Fontaine on a few jobs before, though the other man had gone straight, selling fish to Andrew Ryan instead of smuggling. Frank saw his opportunity to get in on whatever it was Ryan was doing. He and his trusted employee Reggie killed Fontaine, disposed of his body in the North Atlantic, and Frank took his place, taking on the name of Fontaine, and getting himself into Rapture.

Frank Fontaine is quite proud of his reputation as one of the most powerful men in Rapture.  In truth, he doesn’t frequent Eve’s Garden for the entertainment; he goes to get updates from Brigid Tenenbaum, one of the women in his employ.  He’s also working to convince some of the girls to spy for him, so that he can work his way to the top, which is also why he occasionally steps behind the bar himself.

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This is the thing: When you hit 28 or 30, everything begins to divide. You can see very clearly two kinds of people. On one side, people who have used their 20s to learn and grow, to find themselves and their dreams, people who know what works and what doesn’t, who have pushed through to become real live adults. Then there’s the other kind, who are hanging onto college, or high school even, with all their might. They’ve stayed in jobs they hate, because they’re too scared to get another one. They’ve stayed with men or women who are good but not great, because they don’t want to be lonely. They mean to develop intimate friendships, they mean to stop drinking like life is one big frat party. But they don’t do those things, so they live in an extended adolescence, no closer to adulthood than when they graduated. Don’t be like that. Don’t get stuck. Move, travel, take a class, take a risk. There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. Don’t lose yourself at happy hour, but don’t lose yourself on the corporate ladder either. Stop every once in a while and go out to coffee or climb in bed with your journal.

Ask yourself some good questions like: “Am I proud of the life I’m living? What have I tried this month? Do the people I’m spending time with give me life, or make me feel small? Is there any brokenness in my life that’s keeping me from moving forward?”

Now is your time. Walk closely with people you love, and with people who believe. Life is a grand adventure. Don’t get stuck in the past, and don’t try to fast-forward yourself into a future you haven’t yet earned. Give today all the love and intensity and courage you can, and keep traveling honestly along life’s path.

—  Relevant magazine

Sometimes I think it’s weird that Zenyatta is as young as he is, cause he always seems so much more mature than you’d think a 20 year old would be, but then I see his emotes and

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¿Quién es Sombra? A character analysis (Overwatch)

Originally posted by daftprodigy

So I’ve been watching the reveal of Sombra over and over again (as ya do), and I couldn’t help but notice some details that say a lot about her personality, worldview, and just how fucked up of a character she is. In the brief time we’ve seen her, Blizzard has already developed her into one of the most fleshed-out characters in all of Overwatch. Piecing together details from her short and her backstory video, we can begin to get a fairly clear picture of how she thinks. And needless to say, it’s very interesting, fucked up, and in a way, kind of tragic.

More below the cut. It’s a really long post, so be warned.

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Real talk, tho: I’m forever wounded over how Morrigan says that Kieran being an incredible child isn’t her doing, and how she does is try to inflict as little damage as possible. Because that alone shows just how deep the abuse Morrigan suffered as a child scarred her, and how terrified she is to make these mistakes, even by accident.

And basically how some adults that suffered extensive abuse and violence as children feel like, when they get to the point they become cognizant of the trauma they went through and how that shaped them?

It’s… How many adults that suffered abuse in the hands of their parents feel when they become parents themselves. The fear of hurting them is terrifying, choking, paralyzing. And it’s part of healing.

For Morrigan to show that… It’s so important.

why are people complaining about sombra’s age and saying “there’s no way she’s 30″ “she doesn’t look 30″ “she looks younger” 

like ok firstly i get that since she doesn’t exist in any database she could be any age really but

so what DOES a 30 year old woman look like to you then? not beautiful? not intelligent and quick thinking and athletic? can’t wear bright colors? no boops allowed past age of 29.9? no sassiness against edgelord!dad? 

newsflash but women don’t suddenly become stern and wrinkly and frail once we turn 30!

and stop telling us what we should look like for fucks sake

It’s 2am, Neil’s shuffling into the kitchen to get a glass of water, he flicks on the light and turns around to find himself face to face with a giant tabby cat, who’s been sitting there on the countertop watching him, with it’s eerily sentient eyes. He jumps, and, on his instinct driven backwards step, trips over the water bowl behind him in a cacophony of clattering metal and grunting, before landing on his ass in a painful thud. Andrew, instantly awake and already running out of the room, ready to beat an intruder to death, half blind given he was dead asleep 2 seconds ago, falls over Neil on his way into the room and the both of them end up sprawled on top of each other on the kitchen floor. The cat jumps off the counter and sits on Andrew’s back.

“You fucking idiot,” Andrew says.

“They’re your cats asshole.”