because i post too many asks

@hexxvx asked for a post on Italian idioms, and this is it. Now, we have A LOT of them (as many languages do), and I really didn’t know which ones to select, so I just went with some pertaining to three major groups (those who mention animals, body parts [I mostly left out the vulgar ones here, but I could make a post on those too if you’d like me to] and food) and a couple of bonus ones. The Food and Miscellanea categories are under the cut because this is already long enough as it is, hahaha.
Enjoy and please ask if you have any questions!


In bocca al lupo/in culo alla balena – Good luck/Break a leg (lit. “in the mouth of the wolf/in the ass of the whale”)

Honestly, I tend to use the first one more ‘cause the other is a bit gross, haha. I someone wishes you “in bocca al lupo”, you should answer “crepi [il lupo]” (“may [the wolf] die”) or also, if you are a loser like I am, “viva il lupo” (“may the wolf live”), while if someone says “in culo alla balena” the correct reply is “speriamo che non caghi” (“let’s hope it doesn’t shit”).

Il bue che dice cornuto all'asino – The pot calling the kettle black (lit. “the ox calling the donkey horned”)

When somebody accuses someone else of a fault which they themselves share. We’ll get to other meanings of “cornuto” later (spoiler: it’s cuckold) which give this idiom subtler nuances.

Una gallina dalle uova d'oro – A golden goose (lit. “hen with the golden eggs”)

Coming from Aesop’s fables, this idiom refers to something that generates great profit.

Una gatta da pelare – A tough nut to crack (lit. “a cat to skin”)

“Avere una [bella] gatta da pelare” basically means being faced with a difficult task, and I guess because poor cats rightfully won’t let you skin them so easily.

Menare il can per l'aia – To beat around the bush (lit. “to lead the dog around the yard”)

Don’t be fooled by the meaning that the verb “menare” has acquired nowadays (at least in central Italy): the poor dog is not being beaten, but rather led around in circles without a real purpose. This is an old idiom, also featured in Goldoni’s plays, dating back to the 18th century!

Prendere due piccioni con una fava – To kill two birds with one stone (lit. “to catch two pigeons with one fava bean”)

The meaning is essentially the same, though our version is less cruel and more precise (I honestly don’t know why one would want to catch pigeons in particular, though).

Un freddo cane – Damn cold (lit. “dog cold”)

When someone says that “fa un freddo cane”, they mean that the day is the coldest they’ve seen in quite a long time. The addition of “cane” is, basically, a way to insult the cold itself, and can actually be applied to other expressions as well: if a broken limb “fa un male cane”, for example, it means that it hurts real bad.

Sputare il rospo – To spit it out (lit. “to spit the toad out”)

You’ve been guarding a secret that weighs upon your chest, and a friend of yours is trying to get it out of you. After a couple of useless tries, they might lose their temper and burst into an exasperated: “Sputa il rospo!” (“spit it out!”) in order to persuade you to confess.


Avere le braccine corte – To be tightfisted (lit. “to have tiny, short arms”)

It’s not a particularly nice thing to say, but this idiom applies to those who just won’t spend their money, ever. If one is a bit stingy, we say he or she has short arms, so short that they can’t reach in their pockets!

Avere la coda di paglia – To have a guilty conscience (lit. “to have a tail made of straw”)

The expression probably dates back to the Middle Ages, when those who had been defeated or condemned were made to walk around wearing a straw-tail, that could easily get burned to add to their humiliation. Someone who has a tail made of straw worries about seemingly minor details, and acts defensively out of fear of being exposed.

Braccia rubate all'agricoltura – Someone who isn’t very bright doing a job they’re not fit for (lit. “arms stolen from farming”)

A funny one, albeit undoubtedly snobbish. It can be said of someone who’d be better off cultivating the land rather than exerting themselves in intellectual purposes.

Essere di bocca buona – To eat anything (lit. “to have a kind mouth”)

A person who is “di bocca buona” will not request an elaborated (and probably expensive) dish, and will rather be satisfied with whathever they’ll find on their plate.

Fare le corna a qualcuno – To cheat on somebody (lit. “to put horns on somebody”)

Some argue that the origin of the idiom is to be sought in the Greek myth of the Minotaur, born of the adulterous relationship between Pasiphaë, queen of Crete, and a bull. Generally speaking, “fare le corna” is a propitiatory gesture thought to keep bad luck away.

Fare orecchie da mercante – To turn a deaf ear (lit. “to do a merchant’s ears”)

Its presence in written Italian has been attested since the 14th century, and in a comedy written by Anton Francesco Grazzini in the following century, the author himself explains it thus: “[Merchants] only hear what pleases them”.

Non avere peli sulla lingua – To not sugar-coat things (lit. “to not have hair on one’s tongue”)

This expression is fit for someone who always says things the way they are, if a little harshly, without worrying too much about the way others could react.

Togliersi un peso dallo stomaco – To take something off one’s chest (lit. “to take a weight off one’s stomach”)

Basically the same as in English.

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baddrummerboy15  asked:

I must ask this question... Have you ever felt like giving up on the comic?

Actually this is really funny because this is one of our inside jokes. Before we had Anna helping us with grammar/spelling, we usually spotted mistakes (and they were pretty big ones!) after posting a pageset. Which did cause some distress and a rush to fix it before it got too many reblogs with the mistakes on it. Our reactions were like this:

After the first two or so times, we started screaming “That’s it, we’re deleting the blog. I quit!” And it just became our joke for every time we made a big mistake.

We’ve had other inside jokes. But this one is probably my favorite just because of how stupidly dramatic we made it out to be.

((if you see a mistake on an old reblog, check the originals first. It might be one of those mistakes that weren’t found until it was far too late… but we fixed it anyway.))

But to answer your question, we never seriously considered quitting the comic. We want to see our stories through to the end. Or where ever we decide the end is!

Going Down (Jikook)

Hey! So, this has already been posted on Ao3, but I decided to post it here too because, well, why not? Along with this, the next chapter is available on my Ao3 here, as well as a ton of other jikook. 


Title: Going Down

Pairing: jikook w/ side taegi

Words: 5.1k

Genre: smut, humor

Rating: NC-17

Jimin has been asked many odd, sometimes creepy questions while sitting alone at a club. Though usually, they are somewhere along the lines of “Wanna make out?” or “How about coming home with me?” Among the creepiest was when a young woman approached him and asked him if she could recruit him for her next porn film. He politely declined her and ordered another drink. As for the others, well, depending on the mood and the person asking, he might accept, or he might turn them away. (Usually the latter, because strangers in clubs could come from anywhere and carry anything.)

But the creepy ones aside, he’s been asked some weird, obviously alcohol-induced questions as well. Like just now, by the kid who came to sit next to him. He looks a little more than tipsy, his eyes drooping every couple seconds only to snap open again and stare at Jimin. Behind him, a couple stools down, two guys that look about his age sit and stare. One sends the boy an urging look, then the other waves his hand and mouths Well?

The boy continues to stare, expecting an answer to his ridiculous question.

Jimin clears his throat and says, “Can you repeat that?” It’s possible he could have heard him wrong…

He can’t see much of the boy’s face—just that he might be about his own age and is kind of cute—but even in this dark room he can tell he’s sweating. He tugs the sleeves of his red leather jacket and looks down, scrunching his nose like he’s in deep thought. Make that super cute.

He sends an uncomfortable glance back to his friends who sit idle, watching, waiting for him. One of them looks more interested than the other, but both have a look of mischief. Jimin is ready to feel bad for the way they seem to be patronizing him until he nods in their direction and clears his throat.

“I asked you if you were an elevator,” he says in the same shy way he asked it the first time.

Jimin laughs and sighs. This kid really is drunk.

“Sorry,” he says, lifting his drink to his lips. He can’t remember what he ordered and doesn’t really care, but it tastes good anyways. “But I’m not—”

“Because I would totally go down on you.”

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anonymous asked:

"actually... I just miss you" for nurseydex when they're still crushing on each other pretty hard. congrats on the 800!

Thank you for this cute prompt!  I hope you like it!

“actually… I just miss you, dude.” Nursey says it while he’s half asleep laying his head in Dex’s lap. They were talking about their winter breaks. Nursey had insisted that Dex pet his head because “that would be the hashtag chillest”. He always gets this way after he had couple of beers and too many slices of Bitty’s Pie. He is just so soft (and has no fucking filter apparently). 

Dex is internally freaking the fuck the out. This isn’t them. They expressed their feelings and care through fond bickering and exasperated chirping.  It like the foundation of their relation–friendship to antagonize the shit out of each other. Dex has no fucking idea how to respond this vulnerable honesty.  

They have this unspoken rule to not mention the stares, the overt flirty chirps, the lingering “not bro” touches, and, how they are basically cuddling on this fucking gross ass couch right now. Dex isn’t sure if he is ready to risk the chance that maybe Nursey doesn’t actually like him like that. Maybe he’s the idiot who falls for the first boy to show him affection and attention.  Nursey’s soft snores pull him out of the train wreck of his internal monologue.  

Dex leans over to whisper into Nursey’s ear “ I missed you too, asshole”, Nursey snorts and pushes the lingering smile further into Dex’s stomach. It tickles, and, Dex just can’t help but laugh softly. They’re are so ridiculous and Dex wouldn’t have it any other way.  

Guzma headcanons pt.1

(I’m going to post these in parts, because I have way too many! Feel free to send asks of anything you have in mind, too!)

- He was always taller than the other kids, and back then he was nothing but skin and bones. He’s filled out over the years, but it’s all untoned muscle, with a little bit of fat that gives his belly that soft look.

- His eyes aren’t naturally white, but sorta dark grey. He wears contacts. Not because his vision is messed up or anything. He just thinks white irises look cool, and the unnatural look is great for creeping people out.
Speaking of which, his hair is naturally all black. It was a pain in the ass to get it white, but he managed.

- He can’t get enough of people who can’t figure out his age. Is he 20? Or 50? Who knows*??? Ya boi knows, but he ain’t tellin’ nobody!
**Plumeria knows, but she doesn’t see why it matters, so she probably won’t tell you either.

- He’s heavier than he looks. He is very aware of this and he’ll use it to his advantage sometimes, like when Plumeria was trying to drag him off to the doctor after his Ariados stung him. If he deadweights you will not be able to move him. Plumeria is really strong, but even she couldn’t pick his ass up off the ground.

anonymous asked:

If it aint to much to ask... will you do a masterpost or just a collection of your favorite Key earrings/piercings? Does he change them per era? 💚

oh boy a masterlist would be never ending because he changes his earrings more than any of us change our underwear, but i can definitely name a few of my favourites!

and yeah i think the general style of earrings he’s worn have changed depending on the concept. like, for 1of1/1and1 he didn’t wear any at all, and odd era was very general balls and hoops to fit the whole normcore aesthetic. everybody era (aka my favourite Earring Era) he was wearing quite bold statement pieces like:

a cross (which he also wore for the toheart album shoot)

and a bullet (which he also wore in the 321 mv)

this claw/spike lookin beauty (i also love the smaller accompanying earrings that round out the look without being overbearing)

and these spiral earrings that i love!!! (which he alternated between wearing one in each ear and two in one ear at times)

i think my all time fave would have to be the pink unicorn though!!! he’s often worn all kinds of interesting things in his conch (is that what it’s called? the one in the middle of his ear lol) piercing. off the top of my head i can think of one that said KEY, a dinosaur, a spider, a ship’s wheel, a screw, and a wrench.

Random (BR)OTP thing of the day

I don’t think I have to say how Important™ the following moments are

But did you know that this is kind of a thing in the comics? Because it is. I could probably post many examples, but I’ll just post whatever I see first because I’m tired today.

So, the hand on shoulder thing is what Bucky does when Steve is upset there’ll be a trial for the crimes committed by the Winter Soldier.

And it’s what Steve does when Bucky is upset that the TV is showing footage of him doing some pretty bad things because he was hallucinating. And please notice Clint has to turn the damn tv like Bucky asked because Steve and Nat are too busy actively feeling sorry for Bucky

And it’s also something that happens for no real reason something and it gives me joy

But imho nothing beats the one time when Bucky tried to pull off this on his own…

And Steve promptly went “NO! WE ANGST TOGETHER LIKE MEN!” (I’m definitely misusing this meme.)

ask-eren-plush  asked:

Hi Momtaku! How many soldiers do you think have accidentally walked into doors, posts and walls when Commander Erwin walks past, because they were too busy swooning over him to watch where they're going?

Obviously all of them!

Thinking about the gloriousness of Erwin Smith, momtaku falls into a dream like state. Her mind begins to wander as she imagines the scene at the Survey Corps headquarters…

Sitting at the head of the long conference table, Erwin couldn’t help but notice the bumps and bruises that were visible on the faces of the officers looking back at him. It was nothing new, of course. During his years as a squad leader he’d become aware that many of his fellow soldiers were unexpectedly clumsy at times. Since becoming Commander, however, the problem seemed epidemic. Nearly every soldier present showed some sign of injury. Their last expedition had been weeks ago, providing plenty of time to heal. Erwin knew these marks were recent.

Looking at their flushed faces, Erwin suspected that commenting on the situation would cause them embarrassment. He instead decided to investigate the matter privately. The well being of his soldiers was always paramount in his mind.

On a typical day, Erwin would hurry through the halls of the abandoned castle that served as their headquarters, eager to accrue every precious second he could add to the day, but during the investigation Erwin slowed down. Rather than rushing through the hallways, he’d saunter. In an effort to appear casual, he’d make deliberate eye contact with the soldiers he passed, greeting them with confidence while looking for unexpected hazards.

At times he’d drag his long fingers along the walls to check for protruding nails or other dangers. He’d taken to “accidentally” dropping his pen as an excuse to bend low and inspect the uneven stone floor. Another trick in his arsenal was to feign a yawn. He’d stretch upwards languidly, touching the beams above his head to determine their height and ensure they were high enough to avoid causing damage.

Erwin saw nothing unusual during the time of his secret inspection, yet a report from the infirmary indicated that concussions and falls had increased nearly 20% during the same period. Erwin silently cursed and wondered if better lighting might improve the situation.

The next evening while the majority of the base congregated in the dining room, Erwin found himself in a dim hallway, reaching up to secure an additional lamp to the wall. His shirt had come untucked and he felt the cool of the evening on an exposed strip of skin across his back. The sound of a plate shattering jolted him from his activity.

He looked up and noticed a young female cadet lying supine on the floor, the remains of her dinner scattered across her. As Erwin rushed to help, he suspiciously eyed the doorway she’d been attempting to enter. He determined to take a closer look before the budget meeting the following afternoon.

Erwin finished the last of his correspondence with 20 minutes to spare – enough time to grease the hinge of the offending door and check it for irregularities. He grabbed the oil he used for his harness as he exited his office.

Reaching the door he uncapped the jar and saw that it had been overfilled. Erwin knew that one careless motion would cause the clear liquid to spill from the nozzle. He removed his jacket and dropped it to the floor beside him. He then rolled his shirt sleeves as extra precaution, baring his muscular forearms.

He greased the hinges and checked the width of the door to make sure it was regulation sized. He then swung it gently a few times to ensure it’s motions were smooth. Satisfied, he hurried to the meeting.

Erwin sat down, feeling confident that his efforts to improve the safety of the base had been a success. He allowed his chest to swell with pride for just a moment. The green bolo tie glittered with the movement. Erwin smile quickly faded, however, as he noticed the signs of a hastily cleaned nosebleed on Levi’s face. The danger was clearly still out there and it seemed that even his normally graceful Captain was not immune to the unknown hazard lurking in the halls.

I was thinking about the scene where Oswald asks Isabella: “What do you two really have in common?”

Because it reminds me just how much Edward and Oswald actually have in common. 

Ozzie was probably thinking about it too. Like .. when you look at it Oswald and Ed have so many same interests and hobbies. I’ve mentioned it in a post before but they both like music (both play piano and apparently enjoy singing - still think them singing together was the cutest scene ever), they are both intelligent people who can have conversations with each other, both are shown to be good cooks, they both have a similar taste in clothing (enjoy wearing fancy suits and looking dashing) etc. 

Except for the fact that Oswald isn’t a fan of riddles (which I like bc I like small conflicts like that in ships - it makes them more entertaining) … everything else that was shown in the show so far is something they both share in interest. 

I just can’t get over how damn perfect these two are for each other aaaa ;A; 

anonymous asked:

I'm new here and I've gotta ask, if Undyne and Alphys are swapped, then how come Undyne looks like she's in better shape than Alphys? I only ask because Alphys looks like she's fat instead of muscular.

Well, Alphys muscles aren’t sculpted like you typically see muscles on models and in movies/Tv shows, but doesn’t mean she is fat. She just isn’t “cut.” Just like just because Undyne is skinny doesn’t mean shes “fit.” 

Muscles actually used for strength don’t look like you would typically think they do. Most the things you see in movies and all that are “for show” muscles and while yes, they are strong, they aren’t nearly as strong as muscles meant for pure strength. This lovely lady here

is a woman who has built muscle purely for strength and Alphys is modeled more after someone like her. Alphys doesn’t build muscle for show, she builds them to kick butt and because of her natural body type and stature, she ends up looking more like the lady above. Alphys is thick and short, more compact. So she can come off as “chubby” sometimes when really she isn’t at all. 

Shes definitely got muscles. They just aren’t “chiseled” like you typically see, as my husband puts it. Shes also got wide hips and thick stomach muscles. I need to draw them one day just because swol women make me happy. 

Even if she truly had more body fat, she could still be fit and strong af, making her a powerful Guard Captain. Like a sumo. Those guys can be scary.

And trust me, Undyne in RB isn’t fit. She’s just lucky enough to be one of those people whose always skinny. She’s strong enough to lift some machinery, but ends up using other machines or calling DPB or Alphys to come help her lift the heavy things. She doesn’t have much muscle really. Though sometimes she wishes she had the proper motivation to build up some.  

Sorry this was so long. You know when you see a long post from this blog, it’s 99% of the time from me or I had a big hand in it. I can’t keep things short to save my life. 

~ Sol

The Colony Part 1 - Stranger

First of all I wanted to thank you guys for all the responses I got on my Gilmore Girls post and I´m even more glad that so many people apparently are Team Logan too.

Today I started writing and I really just intended to do a short Imagine, something cute and yet exciting.
And what happened?
I wrote the first Chapter to a new series.
Even though I didn´t plan it, it´s kind of convenient, because Roommates is coming to and end soon, and I need another series to follow it.

If you wanna be tagged, send me an ask!

Summary: A little over a year ago, the Zombies came and everything went to hell. You survived and somehow ended up in a small camp in southern Oregon, together with a few other survivors.
Life is hard, but you´re good at fighting and as long as you are looking for food or killing Zombies to protect your new family, everything is okay and you are fine with the fact that one day you are gonna die.
But when one day a handsome stranger appears and saves your life and you end up taking him home with you, you learn, that there is still more to the world than surviving.

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Warnings: Zombie!AU

Length: 790 Words

Originally posted by justjensenanddean


You were just pulling back the knife with which you had just beheaded the zombie right in front of you, when another one suddenly appeared out of an alley and knocked you to the ground with his full weight.
You cursed, as your back hit the ground hard, making you lose your blade and it slid just out of reach.
With both hands, you tried to hold back the creature´s jaw from your face and it was very hard, given the fact, that he was super heavy.
Just when you thought, that you couldn´t hold him any longer, that this was it, that this was the moment you were going to die, after fighting in this god forsaken world for over a year now, you heard a muffled noise and suddenly the zombie dropped dead, right on top off you.
Surprised and also alerted, because you had no idea who had killed your attacker, you pushed the corpse off you and grabbed your blade before jumping to your feet.
Standing only a few feet away, his gun still raised, was a pretty handsome guy you had never seen before in your live.
He didn´t live in The Colony, wasn´t part of what you now had closest to family since it all began.
“You could have hit me”, you stated, as you realized that he had fired a bullet on a target that was only inches away from your head.
He shrugged: “I didn´t.”
He said it matter-of-factly and after all he was right so even though you still felt mildly threatened by the stranger, you said: “Well, thanks, I guess.”
Now the guy put away his gun, which you took as a good sign, and started grinning: “You guess? I just saved your bacon.”
“My bacon didn´t need saving”, you stated even though you knew it was a lie.
He never stopped grinning: “Well, you´re welcome anyways”, he said while he bent down to check the pockets of the creature.
You only then noticed, that the zombie looked a lot better than most of them did, probably a fresh turn.
Deciding, that there really wasn´t any danger coming from your savior, you put your weapon back into your belt and thought about what to do.
“So, where are you from?”, he asked now, his back still facing you.
You weren´t sure what to say, didn´t want to just give away your camp´s location. Sure, usually you took in strangers, but this one seemed so … experienced. He was no scared woman or a lost family. He looked like he knew how to fight, which could be handy or really, really dangerous.
“I´m from around here”, you admitted vaguely, still trying to decide what to do.
He got up now, sliding a briefcase into his pocket: “So you´re from that camp just out of town?”
He knew about The Colony?
Starting to feel a little uncomfortable, you shrugged: “Maybe. How do you know about us?”
He shrugged: “There are high walls. Mostly that means there is a camp behind those walls.”
You couldn´t argue with that, so you tried to focus the conversation on him: “Are you alone?”
The guy shook his head: “No, I´m out here with my brother and my best friend. We´re coming from Kansas.”
Your eyes widened: “Then what the hell brings you to Oregon?”
“We´re always on the move, trying to find the right place”, he explained, “and I have the feeling it might be yours.”
“I can´t just bring a stranger with me to camp”, you said with an uneasy feeling in your stomach, “let alone invite people in I never met, like your brother and friend.”
The guy smiled now, you liked his smile.
“I saved your life, isn´t that something?”, he offered. You still weren´t sure: “I don´t even know your name.”
“Dean”, he said immediately, “I would give you my last name, but what are they worth in a world like this?”
That attitude you liked: “Okay Dean, I guess I could organize you a meeting with our leader.  But just you. Your group has to wait where they are until we confirm that you´re alright.”
Dean nodded: “Alright. Lead the way…”
“(Y/N)”, you offered.
He smiled: “Lead the way (Y/N).”
You started walking into the right direction and he followed you.
You could feel his eyes roaming over your body, not in a perverted way, but definitely in an admiring one.
“What?”, you asked a little unpleased, but not really scared of him anymore.
“It´s a really nice bacon”, he explained and grinned.
At first you were confused, then you sighed: “Are you always this smug?”
“Only on days that end with a –y”, he joked and you decided, that you liked him.


A brief comic for a ficlet that was written for my by a good friend and amazing writer @kmittingarts 

anonymous asked:

I feel like so many people who send asks are reading wayyyyy too much into a house sorting? Like, I was sorted Gryffindor, I've been told by my friends and family I'm extremely Gryffindor, and I hold Gryffindor values pretty highly, but like... I hold them highly because I find them laudable, not because I was sorted there, if that makes sense? Like relax, you're not always going to be the exemplary model of your house, because you're not a two dimensional cut out of those particular values?

I really like this post.

-Amy (Hufflepuff)

anonymous asked:

AR just posted on her fb questioning whether the tv show should have nicki and louis with the same actor because she thought it was a good idea.... .. . .. .. ......... . . ....... I can't even. There is just way too many things wrong with this. Sometimes I worry about her ideas about the direction of the show...

[X] Anon is correct… 

FOR REAL?? My gut reaction is NO. Also Anne can you please spell it Nicolas w/o the H? Plz? *cries*

^This person makes a good point but… idk, Louis and Nicki are not the same. I feel like it would seem too much like “Louis” is trying to trick Lestat, a weird consideration I’d rather not have introduced.

Question Thingy

I was tagged by @simsomedia

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better.

  • Star sign: Aries
  • Height: approx 186cm (about 6′ 1″)
  • Time right now: 10:47am
  • Last thing googled: Pathfinder Initiative (Mass Effect Andromeda ;) ) 
  • Favourite music artist: Too hard because I listen to so much music. But i guess it is a toss-up between Imagine Dragons, OneRepublic, Green Day, Temper Trap, Ed Sheeran and Alessia Cara. 
  • Last TV show watched: Blindspot
  • What I’m wearing right now: Trackie shorts and grey v-neck. 
  • When did I create my blog: Jan, 2013.
  • What kind of stuff do I post about: Mostly CC but also gameplay such as my Fixer Upper series. 
  • Do I have any other blogs: Nope, unless you count tester blogs for themes. I do help out with the SimsFilmFest blog on tumblr though.
  • Do I get asks regularly: Not as many as what people might expect. I usually get less then 1 a day, but since the toddler patch there has been a influx but i expect that to die down again soon. 
  • Why did I choose my url: I am so creative I used my username from everywhere else XD
  • Pokemon team: I don’t play pokemon (now to wait for the torches and pitchforks). 
  • Favourite colour(s): White, grey, yellow and pale cyan. 
  • Average hours of sleep: 8-9 but that can vary a bit. 
  • Favourite character(s): I can only remember ones from recent TV watching, so Jane Doe from Blindspot, Mal from Firefly, K2 from Rogue one, and of course, BB-8 from Ep VII.
  • Dream job: Can’t say I have ever had a dream job. Does winning the lottery and not becoming a cog in the machine that is life count?

As for tagging, i think we all know I don’t do that, so i tag whoever sees thi and wants to do it ;)

I’m really annoyed that i am having to do this post, but it would seem some people don’t know how Tumblr works, and rather than coming to me to TALK to me, they have decided to have reblogged discussions with other people that should also have perhaps, you know, actually talked to me, so i’ll say it straight out;

If you reblog something from me and put a comment, i do in fact see that comment in my notifications. 
If i was the original poster of something, no matter how many people have reblogged it between my original post and you reblogging it, guess what? Yup, i get to see that post too in my notifications.

Why am i mentioning this? Well it would seem that some of you don’t like that i don’t accept messages from people i don’t follow. Others of you are sniping at me because i don’t accept anon asks. Guess what? That’s not going to change. I have never accepted anon asks. Full stop, never have done never will. As for messaging, yes this is my policy after someone set up a fake profile in order to harass me and accuse me of some horrible things. If there is something you want to talk to me about, just send me an ask saying so, and i will send you a message which means you can then chat to me on messenger. 

Now to summarise what this selection of people are saying:

1) She doesn’t even like Tom Hiddleston anymore she should just fuck off to the Seb Stan fandom where she ran to in the summer.

2) If she can reblog stuff all day why can’t she put a bit of effort into updating her writing/stories.

And now to answer you;

1) I do like Tom Hiddleston, just not in the overtly sexual way i used to. Yes it had a lot to do with the Taylor Swift thing in the summer, but it was brewing for a LONG time before that. Yes i am still a fan of his. He is a brilliant actor, he is a wonderful person, and he is a Brit so i am incredibly proud of his Golden Globe win when other American actors could have been given the award by the american judges.
And i presuming all you judgy people do in fact still like their very first crushes? I seem to have a number of people reblog my stuff with band member names in their URL’s, so you surely still like them, right? Well guess what, crushes (because that’s what this kind of fandom is) will fade. New crushes will come into your mind and push the old ones out. I’m here for Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans now and if you don’t like it just click the unfollow button.

2) Ah you poor delusional people, you think i can just pull a 6000 word chapter out of my arse and provide you with free entertainment at the drop of a hat? That’s not the way it works. So let me set this straight:

A) I am a mother to a wonderful but very FULL ON, ENERGETIC two year old little boy. I spend the majority of my waking hours looking after him on my own. Playing with him, feeding him, wiping his butt, teaching him things such as how to eat, drink, play, talk, count, interact with others. You know; all that PARENTING stuff.
Oh and when i’m not doing that parenting stuff? I’m trying to run a business, you know, something that i actually earn money from.
B) Yes i reblog stuff, because you know what? Even with crappy Vodafone signal, it takes approx 6 seconds to do so. So in between the 8th episode of Mr Tumble or the Go Jetters, when i really don’t want to Touch My Nose and Blink Three Times or dance along to Ubercorns funky disco moves, yes i will interact with some other adults that enjoy the same things i do.
C) Writing is fucking hard. The best ideas will come to me when i have no way of writing them, and on the odd occasion that i actually get some ‘free’ time, i’m so fucking exhausted from all the other things life throws at me, that my mind goes blank and i forget how to do the word thing with the typing thing and the link to the brain thing.

And now, oh look, i’ve written almost an entire page of words when i could have been FUCKING WRITING. And things are going to change. If you don’t like what i do, post, write, and continue to bad mouth me, i’ll block you. Simple. As. That. Then you won’t have to see my stuff, everyones happy. Apart from the fact that… oh… my stories are under a ‘read more’ break so even if someone reblogs it, you won’t be able to read it. 

I had 13 years of bullies at school, i will not put up with them now.

The Date Night He Asked For

[One Night Too Many Series]

You glanced back down at your phone as your brother’s words swam inside your brain but as you were remembered of the horrible responses you’ve been getting from Kiseok. You tugged the pillow underneath your elbow closer towards you, muttering curses at how stupid he was being. You had tried to call him from time to time or event text him. It was infuriating because he answer every single call of yours but his answers were always brash and after a week of short and curt answers; your ego was severely bruised.

You quickly stumbled out of your seat when your phone suddenly rang and as you grabbed your phone and looked at the caller ID. You sighed out loud in pure disappointment. “What do you want?” you asked your friend as soon as you answered the phone.

“Well glad you’re so happy to hear from me.”

You didn’t even bother playing along as you dismissed her sarcastic tone. “What do you want?”

“Just checking on you. You want to go out tonight?”


“Oh come on-”

“Is that all?” you asked curtly not really in the mood for a lecture. There were only three things that she would talk of if you ever went out with her; Kiseok, your ex-boyfriend or your job.

All were your Achilles heel for now.

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i hate to be the scolding mom but in light of recent events i’d like to remind people in the soukoku & bsd fandoms about general rules concerning posting artwork because seeing stolen art one (1) time is one (1) time too many:

  • find out who the artist is if you find a picture you like. “credits to the respective author” or the like is not appropriate credit.
  • if you can’t find the artist to credit consider: maybe don’t post it
  • reblog it directly from their blog if they have a tumblr, don’t repost. and don’t delete their comments.
  • ask permission if you want to repost
  • include their name/handle and link back to their deviantart/pixiv/whatever their main page is
  • if the artist doesn’t speak your language i.e. a japanese artist on pixiv, either find someone who can translate a request to repost or just don’t repost it. (i speak japanese so hell, ask me!)
  • respect the artist damnit. we know you love their work, so do we, they’re a blessing on this earth for their talented fandom contribution, so show your love through RESPECT

if you have reposted someone’s work without following these steps here’s how you fix it:

  • take it down immediately.
  • apologizing is always a good idea.
  • do it right this time or don’t do it at all.

i want to give people the benefit of the doubt, i think there are some young or naive people who don’t understand how damaging this is but Here, Now You Know.

in the meantime be on the lookout if you see hijacked art don’t be quiet about it. tell them to delete it and if they don’t take steps to fix it report that shit. it’s theft