all's well the ends well

it’s as if he is afraid of obtaining happiness.

Just called my Republican congresswoman. When I asked if she’d decided how she was voting on the new healthcare bill the answer was “she hasn’t made a public statement” which probably means she is still being pressed from the various factions surrounding this fiasco of a bill. I told the staffer that I am from the congresswoman’s hometown (I am) and urged her to vote NO.

I’m hopeful, because in the past she’s introduced bills to help poor women get access to free/inexpensive birth control, which is opposite of what so many of those “conservative” white men want. *fingers crossed*


happy holidays, mysme fandom!

Surprise! I’m your secret skk valentine, @soukoku-writes!!
I suppose this can also count as my gift to you for uploading your first fic~
Guys, please check out Bob’s amazing writing. Here’s her ao3. 
Also, thank you to everyone who participated in the skk valentines exchange!!
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“We must wait and watch. And when we find our spy, and we will find them, we shall turn them from an obstacle to an asset. Wouldn’t you agree, Agent Kallus?”


I’m crazy into black dusty backgrounds, the mother-son dynamic of Princess Leia and her son and Daughter lyrics … So I combine that shit.

“So what’s it gonna be, huh? Long sullen silence or mean comment?”

Since I’m on a superhero kick at the moment and I just got to see Deadpool, have a late night sketch of some Negasonic Teenage Warhead!


quiet night

theres just a what-if here about ritsu getting just a bit of psychic empathy and achieving the rest with his writers brain, and theres also a headcanon about mob not being a very good singer or not playing any instrument but being able to whistle very well 

I remember theres a word for that, the very good whistler thing, from a jeffery deaver book Ive read, but I cant find it in my memory anymore

I kinda want it back

The Signs As Shakespearian Insults
  • Aries: Thou art like a toad; ugly and venomous.
  • Taurus: Thou art a flesh-monger, a fool and a coward.
  • Gemini: Foot-licker!
  • Cancer: Methinks’t thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee.
  • Leo: I desire we may be better strangers.
  • Libra: Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat.
  • Scorpio: The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
  • Sagittarius: Thou mis-shapen dick!
  • Capricorn: Peace, ye fat guts!
  • Aquarius: You mouldy rogue
  • Pisces: A fusty nut with no kernel.
  • Virgo: Thou art a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver'd, action-taking, whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mungril bitch.

That world, and the people inhabiting it, was a reflection of your own desires. What might have been if Komaeda Nagito lacked his good fortune and led a quiet, uneventful life.

So you’ve heard of Lance getting sick and calling out for his mom, but what if Keith does it instead?


Allura’s talking to him gently, pressing her palm to his forehead to check his temperature. He’s burning up. 

Everyone’s standing in Keith’s bedroom doorway, waiting for answers. Lance’s holding tight to Hunk’s shirt with a death grip, next to Shiro and Pidge.

“Just try to get some sleep, okay?” Allura says as he tucks him in. Keith closes his eyes and whispers: “Thanks, mom.

Allura freezes for a moment; Shiro bites his lips and looks away, trying to hide tears trickling down the inner corners of his face; Pidge’s just standing there in silence; Lance is a complete mess. He crumbles to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably as he wraps his arms around his own body. He was too busy bickerin’ with him and missing his own family to realize that Keith doesn’t even have one and that this team is all he’s got. Hunk’s doing his best, but there’s nothing he can do to stop his friend’s tears – or his own.



Steve isn’t the only one to have lost the love of his life, either.

Charles Aznavour - She ♫