and sometimes it isn't

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
  • * * *
  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fandom: OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*
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10 actors: Bradley Whitford

It’s so much fun, as we can see everyday, to shame and humiliate people who you disagree with politically, but it does not get anything done.

  • me, an autistic: I can't proceed until condition x is met
  • some allistic: but you don't need x to complete it. you can do it right now!
  • me, an autistic: ...you don't understand,

Those Were Her Words…

Ok so I have been getting THE FEELS lately from gif sets like these, and they remind me of this ~ridiculously cracky~ personal headcanon I have. 

One of my FAVORITE quotes in the ASoIaF series is in AGoT when Ned tells Sansa “When you’re old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who’s worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong.” 

And if you’re like me you probably spend way to much time over analyzing and wondering why those 3 words? Why brave and gentle and strong? Where did he get that?!

What if it was something Ned had heard before… From someone else… A long time ago?

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Batfam if they ended up as villains, not heros?

So I’m going to draw a lot of parallels to other DC villains in this

-Bruce would probably be very similar to what he’s like as a hero, just with a very different moral code- sort of a very dark antihero. He’d be a lot scarier, a lot more dangerous, and a lot crueler. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who he deemed as “criminal”. He would be the judge, jury, and executioner of Gotham

-Dick would be a lot like Deathstroke; cunning, skilled, deadly. Canonically he almost became a part of the Court of Owls and could have become a Talon-esque character, so it would be cool to see him become a skilled assassin who lurks in the night and is a thing of legends but is a very real threat that causes people to panic

-Jason would probably be a gang leader (kind of like in Under the Red Hood, but more malicious). He would be a kind of urban legend, with each gang branch having their own twist. He would rule with an iron fist and actually be really successful (which causes a whole lot of issues for the GCPD)

-I feel like Tim would be kind of like the Riddler; quick witted, meticulous, and seemingly harmless but actually surprisingly deadly. He would be very clever and create schemes that would not be easily detected and hard to thwart

-Damian would grow up to become the head of the Al'ghul empire and take over his grandfather’s stead. He would be upheld within the high society but very deadly if crossed (not that he isn’t canonically)

-Barbara would be similar to Poison Ivy; she’s fighting for a noble cause, but going about it in a far more genocidal way than is necessary. She uses her intellect to her advantage in order to make herself more powerful and all the more difficult to defeat

-Cass would have remained an assassin and would have built up a body count that’s too extensive to keep track of. She would be invisible, nobody would have ever seen her and lived, but people know of the threat posed by this mythical assassin that had taken out so many others

if you only knew

“You were a cute kid.”

Bitty turns, startled out of his silent reverie by Jack, hair freshly damp from the shower. “Oh, hey, darlin’. Didn’t realize you were up yet.”

“Just a little while ago.” Jack wraps himself around Bitty from behind and presses a kiss to his temple. Before long, the Georgia heat will make any prolonged contact near-unbearable, so Bitty closes his eyes and enjoys it while he can.

He opens his eyes and looks back at the photo on the wall of the hallway: Eric Bittle, age 12. A school photo, his smile exposing silver braces, freckles dashed across his cheekbones.

“You’re thinking pretty loud, there, bud,” murmurs Jack into Bitty’s hair. “What about?”

“Oh, nothing in particular,” sighs Bitty, resting his hands on top of Jack’s where they’ve settled around his waist. “Just…I wish that kid could see me now, you know?”

Jack makes some little noise of agreement, or maybe encouragement, so Bitty continues.

“I mean…I didn’t know back then if it would all work out. If I could ever, well, be happy. If I’d ever get out of Georgia. If I could ever really even be myself, or I’d have to…fake it. For always. And, y'know, I just spent so much time being so darned miserable over it all, and it’s not like it changed the outcome either way, my being miserable or not. And I wish…I wish I could tell myself that, that it would get better, cheesy as it sounds, you know, hon?”

Jack squeezes tighter. “I’m glad you’re not so sad anymore, Bits. I wish you didn’t have to go through all that. But I’m glad you’re here with me now.”

“Thanks, love,” says Bitty softly, turning his head to kiss Jack properly. “Glad you’re here, too.”

People who slam doors and stomp their feet to show how much they want to physically hurt you shouldn’t be trusted

my version of 13x01

dean walks into the lakehouse’s bathroom. cas is there in the shower, perfectly fine but confused why dean is so shocked. dean joins him.

elsewhere, rowena is on a beach watching a gorgeous sunrise. the fiery rays of the sun in the sky do no justice to the lovely tones of her hair. she smiles at how easily fooled lucifer is. you’d think he’d have learned after last time, huh?

sam has decided to take a break from searching for jack. we see him wake up the next day with eileen in a hotel room and sneak out to get her breakfast in bed.

amara is raging. ‘really! so right after dean learns the lesson he needs, his mother flings herself into another dimension?! right when they’re to piece things together?!’ god is amused. amara decides she’s not too pleased about that and fwpps mary right back home.

dean and cas are still in the shower and showing no signs of going anywhere for now.

sam returns to the hotel room and is puzzled to see eileen gone. he turns at a sound in the hall and sees her approaching with a bag of bagels and coffee. they grin at their simultaneous breakfast in bed plans.

rowena grows her coven. everything she does, she does with grace and while looking fantastic. she doesn’t have to say a word to be dripping with sass.

god is mildly annoyed at amara’s ease of manipulating reality and decides to play along as well. he waves his hand and crowley is back for the sole reason he can choose his own relevant, non-pointless/meandering storyline.

dean has decided he loves this shower almost as much as he loves cas.

lucifer is cursing the whole “ever want to get out of the cage” idea because shit, this alternate universe sucks.

amara isn’t to be outdone. she brings back charlie.

rowena’s hair wins an emmy all on its own.

after breakfast, sam asks if eileen if she feels like going on a hunt. he’s been wanting to chase down these things called bu– “bucklemmings? yeah, I ran over a couple on my way to pick up the bagels,” she says with a casual sip of her coffee. “won’t be bothering anybody else again.” they high-five.

god resurrects benny. after he and amara bring back gabriel at the same time, they declare a truce.

dean and cas only get out of the shower in time to test out some newly-purchased bedsheets.

friendly reminder that even if you think something happened between band members, they are human too, and deserve privacy, and there are just some lines you shouldn’t cross, and questions you shouldn’t ask