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Why do I always get more gratification from ships that go from “I fucking loathe you” to “hey maybe they’re not so bad I guess they have some redeeming qualities” to “holy shit this is my person” more than regular ships why is this trope so appealing to me

anonymous asked:

As someone who took part in and survived superwholock.........The phandom is far smaller and safer on Tumblr than superwholock whom is spreading those lies

i know i was part of the superwholock fandom on instagram and got pretty popular there a few years ago and yikes! tis not the same..

The Raven and the Moon

A little gift for @selenelavellan. I was thinking about the Mana’din AU/Twins in Arlathan AU/Companion Selene AU about how Selene and Dirthamen hook up in Elvhenan and then the whole Solas creating the Veil thing happened. And then I thought about what if Selene then made it into Dalish mythology, which would probably mean she got stories. So…I thought I’d play with that idea a little bit.

Hope you like it!

Selene, Felasel, and Darevas belong to @selenelavellan

Dirthamen belongs to @feynites


Miriel is little when the Hahren first tells her the story of the Raven and the Moon. He gathers all the little ones around him under the full moon on the eve of Lover’s Day. There’s ten of them total, all huddled around a small fire while the Hahren rises from his seat and begins to tell them the story. 

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ForkswaRPG Task 003 ~ Playlist ~ Due 3/31/17

For this task you will be looking for 8-15 songs that best represent your character(s). These songs can come from any artist and aren’t required to all be from different artists. Also make sure that if any of the songs are triggers, that you still use trigger warning. Also make so sort of graphic or a read more that says the name of the song. You are required to do the task for 3-4 characters if you play multiple characters. However, you can do it for all your characters if you wanted. Make sure that you put it into a playlist creator so people can listen to the playlist. And tag it is forkswatask and forkswatask03.

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the women of ‘fantastic beasts and where to find them’ + their ilvermorny houses

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The next TV and BluRay/DVD comparisons for Yuri on Ice’s episode 6 will be coming soon, but for now, can we take a moment to appreciate the fact that they fixed the background and Phichit’s eye in the BD/DVD version? (first screenshot) I always thought the red background (identical to the carpet in the TV version) felt random in the photo considering that they were in the restaurant at the time and I’m glad that the animators noticed this too.

It also appears that Yuuri was actually looking at the picture on Phichit’s phone, and not his own (as suggested by the color of the case).

Keith and Lance’s Blue Lion Connection Theory

The first lion Keith was attracted to

Was the blue lion

Which happens to have the strongest bond/connection with Lance

And look

Those two people standing in front of the blue lion is Lance and Keith.

AND LOOK AT THESE CAVE PAINTINGS

THEY’RE SO SIMILAR TO THE ACTUAL EVENT AREN’T THEY?

What if Lance was meant to pilot the lion, but Keith also has some sort of connection to it too? He felt an energy telling him to search, but Lance had the official bond.

Keith was questioning Coran about the lion in season two, he was wondering how it had gotten to Earth and if a Galra had possibly piloted it. COULD THAT BE TRUE, AND COULD THE PILOT HAVE BEEN RELATED TO KEITH WHICH IS WHY HE FELT AN ENERGY TOWARDS IT? 

And look at when Keith approaches the lion before Lance…UMMM

WHAT?? TELL ME THAT DOESN’T MEAN SOMETHING. 

IS IT POSSIBLE THAT TWO PEOPLE COULD BE TIED TO THE BLUE LION????

WERE LANCE AND KEITH MEANT TO FIND THE LION TOGETHER JUST LIKE THE CAVE PAINTINGS SAID??? Keith felt the energy which led them to that spot and Lance’s connection led them to retrieving the lion, which is what started Voltron in the first place. 

When you voice your support for Donald Trump, you are telling my black professor that he is inherently dangerous and should be stopped and frisked.

When you voice your support for Donald Trump, you are telling my transgendered sister that she is inherently dangerous and should not be allowed to pee in her prefered bathroom.

When you voice your support for Donald Trump, you are telling my gay scenes partner that he should not be allowed to marry his boyfriend of several years (despite Trump himself being on his third wife).

When you voice your support for Donald Trump, you are telling my Muslim lab partner that she should not be allowed to enter the country because the 1.6 billion in the world who share her faith are terrorists.

When you voice your support for Donald Trump, you are telling my Latino coworker that he should not have been allowed to enter the country because his countrymen are rapists and murderers.

When you voice your support for Donald Trump, you are telling my doctor husband that he everything he learned in medical school was wrong, that he is either stupid or a liar, and either way he is willfully giving your children autism every time he vaccinates them.

When you voice your support for Donald Trump, you are telling my disabled uncle that his disability is grounds for mockery.

When you voice your support for Donald Trump, you are telling me that I am not intelligent enough to make my own decisions regarding my reproductive system.

When you voice your support for Donald Trump, you are telling the world that you are racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, and probably sophophobic.

If you do not think that’s who you are, if you truly believe that those words do not define you, then you need to seriously reevaluate your endorsement and what you plan on doing tomorrow.

“Am I at ninety-four yet?”

Neil asked.

He was not at ninety-four. Ninety-four was the whispered words, “Thank you. You were amazing.” They echoed inside Andrew’s head over and over, like they were an offering, a prayer, a goodbye, like they were pushed out of his body with his dying breath. It was irritating and he was going to bring it up on the bus. He was going to spell it out nice and slow how Neil needed to stop living like he was dying and start living like the exy junkie he was.

Ninety-five was turning around and seeing nothing. Not nothing in the sense that Neil was nothing, but nothing in the sense of panic, of worry, of standing on the edge of the rooftop looking down thinking “Would it hurt if I fell?” The space where Neil should have been filled with emotions that Andrew swore he would never feel again.

Ninety-six was finding his bag. It wasn’t the bag that held his entire life, that was locked away in the Fox Tower, safe. It was the bag that held his future. A future he knew Neil wanted in the way he clutched the key he gave him back in August. A key that was left in the God forsaken bag with Neil nowhere in sight.

For ninety-seven, Kevin was there. The other foxes were there too but the words Kevin formed with his breath passing over his voice box and the movements of his tongue and jaw, were the only things that mattered. Kevin’s mouth moved, sound traveled in vibrations through the air, hit Andrew’s eardrums, and then his hands were around Kevin’s neck. There were lies and half-truths and Andrew hated those. Again not in the sense he hated Neil but in the sense that he hated the word ‘please’ and ‘misunderstanding’. He hated how he didn’t hate Neil because of all the lies. And for that, ninety-seven.

Ninety-eight was the phone call that Neil had been found.

Ninety-nine was walking through the hotel door and seeing him crumple in agony. It was the hissed “Don’t” as he did his best sooth away the pain. It was the eyes that were Nathaniel’s with hints of Neil peeking out behind his irises. It was the look of a man staring helplessly as the executioner readied the guillotine. It was the words “I’m sorry” like he had something to be sorry for. It was his attitude that no matter how beat up he got, remained impeccably intact. And it was the question he still had the gall to ask: “Am I at ninety-four yet?”

“You are at one hundred.”

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Okay guys, this is gonna sound crazy, but what if V was a former protagonist? He seems to know every character’s troubles that you encounter in each of their routes. Your “role” in the game is to heal their troubles, and you were chosen to do so. He thought he could do that, but gave up after realizing he could only save one at a time between resets. So he settles for Rika’s route, and that didn’t turn out so well. He’s not even fazed by you asking if you can “all clear this game.”

On top of that, V is a photographer. What are you doing all game? Collecting CGs. And he tells you to take care of the RFA, which was previously HIS role.