and I only wish that there is so to come


Redditor Uberwolf_ points out something that I have overlooked. Not all reprised raids will be available straight out the gate when Age of Triumph launches. Here is his/her explanation:

Hi DTG, I know, I know, a lot of people think all the raids are coming out tomorrow, but sadly this is not the case, trust me I wish it was but it is not.

Bungie SPECIFICALLY said that on the first week, only Crota will be available, then the next week VoG will be available and featured, but you will still be able to play Crota too, just not featured, so on and so forth.

Sorry to burst any of your bubbles, but I’d much rather disappoint you now with the truth, then let you be disappointed with the lies tomorrow.

So here are the release dates for update raids:

Crota’s End: March 28th

Vault of Glass : April 4th

King’s Fall : April 11th

Wrath of the Machine: April 18th

edit: 52:20 onwards from here

Deej : “We begin with Crota, then Vault of glass, then on the third week we come in and play Kings Fall, and then Wrath of the Machine”

“So if you look here, we’re in a setting where the 390 version of Kings Fall hasn’t been unlocked yet”

edit 2:

“The first week of Age of Triumph will send players to the Moon for Crota’s End, while Vault of Glass fans will have to wait until week two. King’s Fall will be featured third, followed by Wrath of the Machine. As each 390 Light version goes live, it will remain playable (without challenges) even when it’s not the weekly featured raid. Every raid will now offer armor with an ornament slot; the gear from Wrath of the Machine, which already had one slot, will now have two.”

And an additional comment from Redditor RiseofBacon:

How it works

Week 1 - CE at 390 w/Featured

Week 2 - VoG at 390 w/Featured, CE also available at 390

Week 3 - KF at 390 w/Featured, CE & VoG available at 390

Week 4 - WoTM Featured and all Raids active at 390

Week 5 & Afterwards - Featured Raid & ALL Raids at 390


anonymous asked:

Hey ghost ma could I get some good vibes? I come from an important family and my 2 sisters and I were the only girls born into our family, and its kind of shitty because people are constantly telling me how it's "so sad" that the family name isn't going to be carried on anymore (our family is about 300 years old) and that a guy from outside the family will take over the estate. People seem to be forgetting that I cant help being born a girl in a patrilineal world?? Ugh I wish I was born a guy :(

ejejdhsshdbdj thats rlly gross ugh lots of good vibes….

My future as a journey...

Let me take you on a journey

of what I hope my future will be.

1. Closeness, because the thing

I despise the most at this point

is distance. In the future,

I hope that’ll be gone.

2. Warmth, because I always

wished I could just grasp

your warm hand, but it was never

in my reach, in the future,

that won’t be a worry anymore.

3. Attention, because now it’s

hard to get it when time is

the major difference between us.

With time, comes attention and 

awareness of one another.

4. Happiness, because with

no distance to keep us apart

we can only go stronger and

form bonds so strong nothing

can destroy.


anonymous asked:

Larries love to cause a mess and then just put themselves out as victims and good people. And it just angers me so much!!! Pretending that Gemma misused a word, when they keep insulting people that don't agree with them is pure hypocrisy... I wish there was a way to end this

I used to just be fascinated by their bizarre behavior, but now it’s frightening. They’re bullies and there really seems to be no end in sight.  The only thing that will take care of this is time. Their fantasies will never come true and I really hope they’ll lose interest, or in their bitter hatred of the boy sand their endeavors and families, they’ll just rage quit.  

At this point, it’s dangerous.  Bombarding Gemma with abuse makes me physically ill.  Harry’s sister, a woman who has known Harry Styles all his life, does nothing but love him and support him, is being abused.  To sit there and claim you love Harry and you’re his fan, then to say such vile things to and about someone he loves so dearly, is nothing but abuse.  

They are scary, cruel people who lost the plot a long time ago.

“Sure, Rhett, dump it on the floor like you can’t find the trash can.”
“Well, I can’t.”
“Use your words. You know how questions work.”

“Thanks for coming all the way out here, y'all. I wish we could see more of you.”
“Not long till graduation now, and then we’ll be in Widespot again. And you can call us any time.”
“I wish I could interest Arden in calling you, but Grampa and the girls are the only relatives he has time for right now.”

“Oh, Daddy, he’s so big and I don’t know what to do!”
“Nobody ever does, honey. He acts up for you, you call me up.”
“That’s what he wants me to do, though! It’d be rewarding bad behavior.”
“Well, call Rhett, then.”
“Oh, as if I’m gonna call on my little brother for help!”

“Congratulations on managing to go so long without getting tied down, Mom. When you can have any man you want, you don’t need any one of them in particular. Except me and Grampa.”

“Go, Doyle! Kick his nosy ass!”

“Not bad for a guy that just got electrocuted.”
“It’s fair, though. Doyle shouldn’t have annoyed his wife.”

Дорогие друзья! ★~(◠‿◕✿)

Автор блога уезжает в отпуск в Индию, и постов в это время почти не будет (мб фото)

Поэтому я решила организовать лотерею на персонажа!

Все что вам нужно:
И немного терпения~

Лотерея завершится когда я вернусь, т. е. 12 апреля.

Желаю всем удачи! (ノ・ω・)ノ


Dear friends! ★~(◠‿◕✿)

The author of the blog is going on vacation to India, so there’s not going to be much stuff posted (only photos)

And that’s why  I decided to make an adoptable giveaway!

Everything you need to do is:
Follow me
And a bit of patience~

The giveaway ends when I come back 12 april

I wish everyone luck! (ノ・ω・)ノ

i wish issues with daily hygiene due to mental illness were talked about more. i feel like it’s the elephant in the room when it comes to symptoms of debilitating disorders.

so i’m proud of everyone who brushed their teeth, washed their face, showered, and/or put on fresh underwear today. and it’s ok if you haven’t done all or any of those (i know i’ve only done the first two); i’m still so proud of you for managing and surviving another day. keep going you’re doin good.


I have so much love for this game! 

I honestly see a lot of myself in Mae. I only wish I had her sense of humor! And Jack made this such a wonderful experience! I think I found my new favorite series and I’m looking forward rewatching it many times. If you see this, dude, thank you. <3

In any case, here’s the whole batch of edits in one post! 

All stills from ‘Come Meet Me!’, gifs from, uh… multiple episodes of Night In The Woods.


happy birthday jaebum! may all of your wishes come true on your special day because you deserve the world. thank you for being an amazing leader, and i can’t wait to see you and got7 shine even brighter in 2017. i hope you continue to do what you love, and that you always stay happy and healthy. you mean everything to me and i love you so much. ♥

  • Victor: You’re the only one for me.
  • Yuuri: I know you feel that now, but there are things you want. There’re things we both want.
  • Victor: So? Everyone wants stuff, we wake up every day with list of wishes a mile long and maybe we spend our lives trying to make those wishes come true, but just because we want them doesn’t mean we need them to be happy.
  • Yuuri: What do you need to be happy?
  • Victor: You.
Dialogue Prompts

1) “I want people to tremble when they see me.” “And I want some coffee sweetheart, and let me tell you, only one of these wishes is gonna be coming true.”

2) “I’m not as damaged as I seem, I swear.”

3) “I will move sea and sky to ensure their safety.”

4) “This isn’t me, I’m not this person.”

5) “I’m so sorry.” “Don’t you dare say that word like it changes anything you’ve done.”

6) “Hey, hey, calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore.”

7) “Stop treating me like a little kid!” “You are a little kid.” 

8) “If you keep screwing around like this you’re going to get yourself killed.” “I hope so.” “You shouldn’t joke about things like that.” “Who said I was joking?”

9) “I have no words left for you, I won’t waste my time here.”

10) “Darling don’t try that, you know it’ll never work.”

11) “You make me sick to my stomach, in all honesty, I’d be fine never seeing you again.”

12) “So from the bottom, of my cold, dead heart, screw you.”

13) “Don’t waste your time on me love, I’m a lost cause.”

14) “The skies are crying for you darling, some call it rain.”

15) “You’re wrong.” “I’m always wrong.”

16) “Please don’t do this, you’re only going to hurt the people you love.” “Who said I ever loved them?”

17) “I know this isn’t a smart decision-” “Then I would recommend not doing it.”

18) “I hope you know how much I-” “Awww, love me?” “No, hate you.”

19) “I trust you.”

20) “Well this has gone horribly wrong.”


“Here! Come and join me. This table belonged to the ancient kings of Camelot. A round table afforded no one man more importance than any other. They believed in equality in all things. So, it seems fitting that we revive this tradition now. Without each of you, we would not be here. My father has languished in prison for too long. Tomorrow, I make my bid to rescue him. Are there any around this table who will join me?” - {happy birthday @mistresspendragon}

Hc that tsukishima has no filter when he’s exhausted. I mean, he’s always tired but I’m talking about bone deep, i-havent-slept-since-i-was-born exhausted. He usually is very in control of what he says and who he says it to and keeps proper manners, but come finals week? Everyone is shit outta luck tsukishima’s taking no prisoners. Imagine hinata one day tells him during exam week that he’s lucky he’s just “naturally talented” at schoolwork and tsukishima drags his face out of his textbook, looks hinata dead in the eye and goes, “The only things I’m ‘naturally talented’ at are overthinking until I want to die, napping for 6 hours in broad daylight and waking up wishing I was dead, wanting to die, and chasing away all potential friends with my intimidating height and award winning personality so idk what ur running ur mouth for but this is my formal invitation to come over here and eat my entire shitty ass over it.” Yamaguchi’s in the corner basically choking he’s laughing so hard and hinata’s horrified like that was a Bad Word right? you can’t say Bad Words!

“Have you ever been in love?” She asked playfully.

He took a deep breath, “I guess so, awhile ago. But I can’t remember it.”

She tilted her head, “you can’t remember being in love?”

“I can’t remember her, I mean I remember her name and what we had and everything, but I can’t remember her. I know I loved her laugh and her voice but I can’t remember how they sounded. I don’t recall the scent of her hair that drove me crazy when I kissed the top of her head. It could’ve been strawberry but I’m not sure.”
He paused, then closed his eyes before rubbing his temples before continuing,
“I wish I remembered so much more about her but the only thing that comes to me anymore is how utterly destroyed she looked when I told her I was leaving.”

—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

Dessert selection with sparkling cider at the Wishes Fireworks Dessert Party at Tomorrowland Terrace located in Magic Kingdom.

Summer comes with sunburn and winter brings
frostbite so I guess we’re only truly safe during
the in-between seasons. Always heavy with rain
soaked skin, mouth spilling like a waterfall. Our
hearts racing like hummingbird wings. Pollen
laced fingertips, dragging it through each others
hair. This humid air, keeping the sheets stuck to
us. Every wish on ladybugs, every mouthful of
dandelion fluff. Stuffed to the brim with sunflower
seeds. We come to life in the spring, roots twisted
and melded together. The willow trees strain their
limbs to hear our starry-eyed dreams. In autumn,
we clatter and crunch, dead leaves on porcelain
tile. Quiet, suburban nights on dead end streets.
Our mouths come away bruised by the rose petals,
the shade of tart berries. The sunset dips below
the horizon, spilled honey on blacktop. We are
safe, we are whole, buried in our golden haven.
—  FROSTBITTEN KIDS, angelea l.
Tips for being a morning person and not wanting to go back to bed again

Okay, we’ve all been there. Somedays you hear your alarm go off and the first thought that comes through your mind is “I can’t wait to go back to bed tonight” I mean, sleeping is probably one of my favourite things to do, though I really wish it wasn’t. I truly envy morning people, or the people that only need 6 h of sleep. Like, wtf? How do you do that? I need at least 9 h of sleep in order to feel functional, and being in uni living in student halls in practically impossible.

Anyways, here are some tips for all my sleepy heads that wish to be *cough* aliensfromanotherplanetbecausesrslyhowcanyouwakeupeverydayat5 *cough* morning people. I’m not a morning person by any means, but sometimes I feel like the best advice comes from people that struggle as much as you do:

  • Routine. Routine. Routine. I cannot stress this enough. Having a routine very morning makes you feel so put together. Waking up to go into your bathroom. Doing your makeup. Murdering the flatmate that wouldn’t turn down their music until 4 AM. Just small things you do every morning to give you a sense of order. I personally like to meditate for five minutes everyday. It also works for me to imagine myself in one of those Morning Routine videos, so I start talking like a beauty guru in my head (you do it too, and you know it)
  • Look forward to something. But something that you are doing as part of your morning routine. Maybe is watching a show while you have breakfast. Maybe is talking to your S.O. But make it part of your routine, because if you have a 9 AM lecture the next day that you really don’t like, it’s going to be harder to want to get out of bed. If it’s something small that you do while getting ready, you’ll feel more inclined to stop hitting the snooze button, even if you’re not really looking forward for what you have to do next.
  • Leave something to do for the next day, in the morning. If I want to get to bed early, but I still have to do something first, sometimes I’ll leave it for the morning after. That way I’ll have to force myself to get out of bed in order to have time to do it. This works really good on Mondays, for example.
  • Set goals. Okay, let’s be honest. You’re not going to wake up tomorrow at 5 AM, workout, meditate, shower, have a healthy breakfast, do some readings, clean your bathroom and then head to your lecture. You may be able to do it for a couple days, but you will quickly loose motivation. I find that the best thing to do is to set goals. Start by waking up everyday at the same time ( would be better if you did it on the weekends too, but everyone knows they are cheat days) and do one thing of all the things you want to do. My personal goal atm is to wake up at 8 and in my morning routine meditate some. I will continue to do it until it becomes a habit. Then, maybe I’ll continue by doing some workout, and so forth. See what I mean?
  • Forgive yourself. Nobody’s perfect! If you went to bed last night at 2 because you were studying (or maybe you just went out, couldn’t sleep) it’s okay to sleep in sometimes. Somedays we are just more tired and our body needs that extra half and hour. But forgive yourself, and try again the next day. Being a morning person takes time and will, but it is possible! (Or so I’ve been told…) Let me know how it goes!! We can do this guys!
Water Under the Bridge: A Nessian Smut Fic

For @blogtealdeal, who loves Nessian wing sin and who has blessed this fandom with Moriel fanart I never thought we would get to see. You are an absolute *blessing* Nicole. Thank you for all of the amazing work that you do. I wish there was more I could do to say thanks because that Moriel fanart killed my heart and brought it back to life again. <3

Title comes from the Adele song. It doesn’t totally fit lyrically for this fic, but it’s all I listened to while I wrote it and I don’t really do music while writing, so… yeah.

Summary: Nesta discovers in a fit of rage that Feyre isn’t the only one who can summon Illyrian wings at will. After a particularly long day of flying leaves her body aching, Cassian is there to sooth the pain in ways Nesta has never experienced before. Featuring Illyrian!Nesta and much wing sin. NSFW.

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Water Under the Bridge

The first time Nesta discovers she has wings - she’s screaming at Cassian.

Not just a faint whine of annoyance. Not a simple shout over some shallow disagreement. Not torn up words spat inches from his face.

But top of her lungs, blue in the face, going to kick his ass into the new year screaming.

The argument was stupid, as usual. And when it’s over, she can’t even quite remember what horrible thing it was about. The war had ended. Cassian had fought what little he could. Nesta had left to do her part. Maybe there were bitter words exchanged over still bleeding wounds. Maybe not.

All Nesta knows is that one moment she is so absolutely enraged at the jab Cassian let slip (that she knows he did not truly mean) and the next, her back feels the way her lungs do drowning at the bottom of the ocean, swimming up, up, up in a desperate search for air until finally that bubble of water bursts, and the muscles of her back split open in agonizing pain and -

She has wings.

Great, glorious membranous wings that stretch wide around her and seem to absorb all that wasted energy she spent and threaten Cassian for her.

Cassian - whose jaw had promptly hit the floor at the sight of those wings as they unfurled and cast red and gold shadows about the ground in the sunlight.

Nesta had stood back smugly that day at the way Cassian stared at her. She didn’t even fight him or pretend to stay angry when he stepped close, slid his hands around her waist and up along her back to the base of the wings as if to touch them, and she saw the sparkling in his eyes like diamonds as he whispered, awestruck, in her ear, “Nesta.”

That had set her grinning ear to ear.

It takes weeks for Nesta to figure out how to summon the wings at will. Whatever magic the Cauldron gave her over them, it’s not easy to figure out. And once she has mastered bringing the wings out at will, they’re weak and untrained. The muscles are loose and imbalanced, unable to support the size of her wingspan and Cauldron is her wingspan massive.

(Cassian eyes it for weeks trying not to compare.)

At first, Cassian insists she refrain from flying. She has to do stretching exercises to build up her strength, but Nesta grows restless rather quickly. Another shouting match between them - You may literally die if you attempt to jump off that cliff Nesta Archeron - has her threatening to have Feyre train her, or Mother help him, Rhys. And so finally, Cassian relents.

And then… Nesta is flying. Soaring high into the sky over Velaris.

She can only handle a few minutes at a time, but fuck if it doesn’t feel glorious. The world is stretched out below her and she feels like she could control it all from where she swoops and bellows above it. Every time she lands, every time the muscles scream with pain and tiredness, she hates it and forces Cass to help her keep training, keep going because damn it - she is going to master this.

It only takes one time - that first time in the air and Nesta doesn’t know how she can live again if the Cauldron hadn’t given her this gift. Maybe this was the Cauldron’s way of making up for the other awful things it did to her. She doesn’t quite mind.

Minutes eventually stretch into longer episodes. An hour. Then a few. Until she can fly just as long as Cassian. He wouldn’t be surprised if she could go longer than him.

But it’s a struggle getting there. Her wings are so large and her body has become one hell of a beast to support up in the air. And all Nesta wants to do for months on end is fly. So naturally, Cassian finds himself on the receiving end of many an endless, salty landing with Nesta.

“Again,” she snaps at him.

“Nesta,” and it’s a warning.

Nesta swivels on her feet and those wings flex behind her, Nesta’s own brand of warning. “I said, again.”

Cassian crosses his arms with a wide berth at his legs and tosses one of those taunting little smiles she both loathes and adores. “You didn’t say please.”

But Nesta doesn’t back down. Not by a long shot. She doesn’t even stand still. She takes two great strides bridging the distance between them and leans right up into his face as far as she can on the tips of her toes, her leathers groaning around her body as she reaches. “You didn’t earn it, sweetheart,” she snarls. “I want to go again.”

He knows she’ll kill him if he lets out the chuckle he has locked inside his chest. So instead, he gently grips her shoulders and leans down until their foreheads are almost touching.

And thank the Mother she doesn’t pull away from that touch.

“Nesta,” he says. “You just flew for an hour straight. That’s farther than you’ve ever come before and Cauldron, I’m proud. But you need to rest. I’m not joking when I say you could kill yourself if you go too far.” His hands slide slowly, sweetly from her shoulders to her neck until he cups her face, but Nesta feels so tight - so tense in that hold. His little spitfire in all that raging spirit always. It makes him feel light as air. “I’d really prefer it if you didn’t die, hmm?”

Nesta’s eyes soften for just a moment, her shoulders slumping. She dances up on the tips of her toes again and Cassian thinks she might lean into him finally, maybe even kiss him the way she sometimes does after she’s been flying for the day and the wind has left her breathless and she takes Cassian home to discover entirely new ways of feeling the rush flying creates in them both…

But just when her lips graze his own, Nesta teases out, “I said again, Commander,” and Cassian curses, “So we go again.” And Nesta can tell by how close they’re standing that Cassian’s other Illyrian skills are kicking into overdrive.

He takes a great breath, adjusting his stance and likely certain other parts beneath his pants, but releases his hold on her. “Alright, Ness. We go again.”

They do. And with the wind in her hair and the sun on her skin, it is heaven.

Cassian insists they limit themselves to ten more minutes only.

So naturally, Nesta flies for twenty.

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