bc stills

i feel like vilde is going to be that girl who like, knows she’s into girls when she graduates high school but then she gets to uni and takes her first women’s studies class and spends the whole term having a Revelation and that revelation is literally just holy shit i love women???? and not always in a sexual or romantic sense, but just reading all these incredible women writers and theorists, learning about all the amazing women who have broken ground in every field, rethinking all she’s ever known about history once she realizes the ways women and their contributions have been systematically erased and feeling all the pain and indignation for them, as well as all the pain and indignation she feels for herself that it took her this long to find out about it. just vilde finding a whole world of writing and of thought about women, written by women, focused entirely on women and their relationships with each other and the power contained there. and the more she learns, the more comfortable she starts to feel with expressing that she’s drawn to women, that she’s fascinated by them, that she thinks most everything they do is fantastic. and a lot of that is intellectual, but a lot of it also starts to loop back into what she’s still discovering about her sexuality and how much she loves like, the way women dress and how they smell and the sounds of their laughs and the shapes of their bodies and what they can do with them, and it’s all just like !! holy shit!! she loves women!!! more than she ever thought was possible, but every day she finds something new, and it’s amazing. women are amazing. w ow.

I know what you are now.  I think I knew before, but, you know, after I sent that kid to the hospital, years ago, they said I had an anger problem, but that’s not true.  I was angry because of something else.  Something I’d lost.  Trying so hard since not to be angry.  Got me all defenseless, and I lost more, and more, and more… that’s not getting better.  I want to be angry.  When I ran home from college, on the bus I had this dream, or maybe I saw it out the window, last leaf on the tree finally blown off.  I’m so scared, all the time, and the fear *hurts*.  Feeling like everything is over, was over long before I got here, so long, hiding, or trying to outrun this.  I get it.  This won’t stop until I die, but when I die, I want it to hurt.  When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map, I want it to hurt.  Bad.  I want to lose.  I want to get beaten up.  I want to hold on.  Until I’m thrown off and everything ends.  And you know what?  Until that happens, I want to hope again and I want it to hurt.  Because that means it meant something.  It means I am… something, at least.  Heh.  Pretty amazing to be something, at least. […] I know this won’t save me in the end, but I don’t need it to save me forever, I just need it to save me now.
—  Mae Borowski, Night in the Woods

So here we go! Woosh. This here is a blog for an ORIGINAL CHARACTER angel alien boy named Ritoku but he likes to go by Toki written by me, Felicity. He’s a sweet heart but not really who got stuck on Earth and is still learning English. But most importantly he’s:

  • an alien
  • not actually an angel
  • with wings
  • and a tail
  • and tiny lil fangs
  • and pulls you in by being nice but really is a dick

So if you’re cool with roleplaying with a little shit sweet heart alien, please give this goodie post a LIKE/REBLOG for the crowds and I’ll check out that blog of yours because you’re all awesome!

So when Mr Moony passed his defense all he did to announce it on facebook was post a picture of him from a couple years ago in his Tenth Doctor cosplay. I love having the sort of family and friends who need no explanation for this. 

yes hi, hello. friendly reminder ily all - you’re all great, unique and super important in your own ways. i’m not too hot abt all this negativity going around lately so i’m here to pass a positive quickie. stay sassy! xoxox <3


im how youngjae kept laughing


Pose practice with The Leading Player AKA watching a bootleg and pausing at random times…

Instead of working on requests.

I know her thumb looks broken in one of them and she apparently has no wrists bUT THIS WAS POSE PRACTICE NOT HAND PRACTICE AND IM G E T T I N G THERE.


A small headcanon for the boys and the colors of their SOULs and Judgement Eyes.

Most people, from what I’ve seen, draw Sans with a strictly cyan SOUL despite the fact that his left eye flashes cyan and yellow during his fight. I’ve always imagined that Skell’s SOUL is mostly cyan with a yellow edge, to denote his mostly PATIENT nature with his underlying sense of JUSTICE. The colors flip, of course, when the Player does a Genocide Run; his JUSTICE nearly overrides his PATIENCE.

Crimson’s SOUL has always had the underlying bit of DETERMINATION to it, though as a kid it wasn’t very prominent. As he got older, and his environment shaped him, the DETERMINATION completely overrode his JUSTICE and nearly wiped out his PATIENCE as well. During a Genocide Run, his PATIENCE is completely replaced by a 50/50 split of JUSTICE and DETERMINATION.

Gumball’s SOUL has always been strictly cyan, as his sense of JUSTICE is almost non-existent. However, during a Genocide Run where his Papyrus is killed first, a strong sense of JUSTICE overtakes him and his mostly PATIENT nature, hence the yellow SOUL with the cyan edge.

Skell’s Judgement Eye flashes rapidly between cyan and yellow, though it’s been known to split halfway like above. When it splits the color like that, it’s easy to see in the magic that sparks from it: mostly cyan with a yellow undertone.

Crimson’s works the same way, but with red instead of cyan. Just as Skell’s eye sometimes splits 50/50 between the two colors, Crimson’s does as well. The magic that sparks from Crimson’s eye is a perfect split between the red and yellow. A slitted pupil replaces the normally rounded ones of his counterparts, and the eyelight itself is shown to constrict slightly.

Gumball’s Judgement Eye turns almost completely yellow with a cyan edge to his pupil, as his eyelights are normally a solid cyan color. The colors never split evenly, and as such the magic that sparks from it is mostly yellow with a cyan undertone.

fretful-ferret  asked:

I took a fiction class for funnsies this semester and we've had to read a lot of short stories, and honestly your works of fanfiction are better than most of them. I may be biased because of my deep love for the spiderchild but even like the style and scene setting and everything about your writing is so good. A lot of "serious" works of fiction try to hard to be deep and meaningful but just come off as cheesy and pretentious. I'd take your writing any day!

this is honestly the nicest ask i’ve ever gotten, i’ve screenshotted it and just. am so grateful for such kind words. a chunk of my classes are fiction classes (i hope you like yours, even if you find some of the more serious ones a little boring), so i know what you mean, and this just. means a lot. thank you so much.

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