because no one looks quite right

so the batfam most likely uses inappropriate internet slang around damian because sometimes they forget he’s actually just a kid. ofc this backfires with hilarious consequences, example: 

big chaotic battle with the rogues and the batfam. batfam defeat the rogues and tie them up. they’re all high-fiving each other while the rogues glower and complain and squirm around trying to get out of their restraints.

suddenly, damian shrieks “we railed them so hard!” 

deathly silence. no one’s quite sure they heard him right. 

damian crosses his arms. this wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. with an irritated look on his face, he snaps, “what?” at his mortified audience.

EVERYONE busts out laughing. bruce goes bright red. so does damian, but he’s more angered as to why everyone is laughing at him, “what? what is it?nightwing? father? what is everyone laughing at? all i said was that we railed them.” 

everyone laughs even harder. harley has to be partially untied because she’s laughing so hard she can’t breathe. jason falls to the ground in fits. 

“not that i’m adverse to being, as you say, railed,” edward says between giggles, “however you definitely need to be much older.”

a little bit about Kevin Day who is also A Massive Loser:

  • feels the need to remind everyone that he’s left-handed 
    • brings out statistics about the pros of being a lefty
    • annoys the shit out of everyone when he constantly complains about hard it is to be left-handed
  • can get ready in the mornings in under 5 minutes to maximize sleeping in time
    • it’d be under 3 if he didn’t brush his teeth
  • holds secret funerals every time his racquet breaks
  • had the weirdest muscle gain/loss after Riko broke his hand
    • lost a ton of muscle on his left side and got built on his right because that’s the one he focused on training the most
  • likes to stand extra tall and look down on Neil when they’re arguing
  • wouldn’t have to eat quite so healthy if he wasn’t on track to giving himself alcohol poisoning
  • once tried to take revenge on Andrew by hiding his chocolate syrup in a higher cupboard
    • so. much. regret.
  • is super judgy about dollar store Exy racquets
    • tests the strings and handle quality as if it’s comparable to his own racquets and looks at them like they’re a disappointment anyways
    • honestly cried that one time Nicky switched out his racquets as a prank
    • (the Foxes couldn’t stop laughing)
    • (Wymack is not paid enough for this)
  • tries to convince Renee to donate to sports-initiative charities
  • went straight from yelling at a Fox to encouraging a six-year-old girl to follow her dreams and make Court
  • once called Abby “mom”
    • the kindest thing Abby could to was pretend she didn’t hear
    • but also sometimes Kevin would wonder what if
  • calls out misogynistic bullshit lightning quick
  • once watched the wrong History Channel while drunk and believed every single word
    • he won’t admit it to the other Foxes, but Kevin definitely thinks aliens built the Great Pyramids
  • does not have the keys for Andrew and Neil’s apartment but keeps banging on the door and leaving voicemails until they finally open the door only to find him carrying bags of fresh vegetables
    • tells them he should be charging their team for his time because Kevin is a fucking a s s h o l e
  • gets his first dog from the shelter and the poor guy’s malnourished and has a missing leg but Kevin skips out on practice to help him heal 
    • when the dog’s healthy and happy Kevin brings him to practices and they play a dangerous version of fetch with Exy balls flung around the court but both of them love it
  • goes to see Wymack at least once a month but spends the whole time complaining about his team’s quality
  • leaves Andrew and Neil angry voicemails after their games, no matter the score
    • leaves them angry voicemails after his own games
    • leaves them angry voicemails after Jean or Matt’s games
    • leaves incoherent fanboy screaming voicemails after Jeremy Knox’s games
    • (they won’t admit it, but Andrew and Neil definitely look forward to these as they’re absolutely hilarious)
  • is able to look at his racquet at the beginning of each game and think, I’m better than he ever was
    • is able to prove it to the world

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I’m actually literally in the middle of that ~canon campus page and here’s what i’ve got about the walmart so far -

There is a Walmart right by the highway turnoff onto Elsewhere land. It doesn’t look big, for a Walmart. Inside it is virtually endless. They employ a lot of students. You have probably found yourself working there two or three times over the years, although you can’t remember applying, or arriving at all, for that matter. No one lasts longer than three days. This is not because of any particular danger. Rather, you quit because roughly half the cash you accept turns to dead leaves in the morning, and it’s taken out of your pay every time. On particularly busy nights you end up owing the Walmart money. In every sense of the phrase, you aren’t being paid enough for this. But at least it’s safe to visit as a customer.

(More often than not the person on the next register has horns/five arms/hands that are more or less just suction cups, and they seem as confused about wearing the official uniform as you are. The Walmart is a liminal space for all entities on campus, without discrimination. This is also the only known situation in which one of the Gentry can be seen using a computer without something awful happening, but then the computers seem weirdly…organic? So who knows what’s up with that.)

have you considered that Kara was really into music as a child because well, she couldn’t exactly be into sports with her powers, after all, and she is the only one with knowledge of Kryptonian music. If she doesn’t learn to play it herself, then she will never hear it again. And the instruments aren’t quite the same, but they’re similar enough that when she plays for a moment she can fool herself into believing that her parents would just be right there when she looked up

Castle Fanfic: Worry Later 1/1

Worry Later

A Caskett 2x14 AU

This is an extreeeemely late birthday fic for our favorite Prompt Overlord, @inkstainedcoffeecup. Although this one isn’t a prompt of yours, I hope you enjoy it anyway, Lou! <3

“I need a date.”

Lanie looks at her as if she has sprouted a second head or started speaking in tongues. Truthfully, she hadn’t quite meant to put it out there just that plainly, but she’s battling the agitated flutter of her heart right now and if she doesn’t do something about it soon, she won’t.

“What?” her friend asks, her eyes narrowing. “Repeat that, because I know I didn’t hear you right.”

“A date. A guy. A man,” Kate says, gaining steam and courage with it. See, she can do it, too. She can get a date with someone attractive and successful, and she doesn’t need to be on some pathetic ‘Most Eligible’ list to do it. She just needs a little help from a friend. And only because Lanie seems to know everyone. “You’re always trying to set me up with people, so here I am. I’m game. What have you got?”

One of her friend’s eyebrows skyrockets. “Okay, what’s gotten into you?”

Ugh, Lanie. Don’t ask that. She doesn’t want to talk about interviews and assumptions, or her infuriating shadow. She just wants her friend to help her out.

“I get so wrapped up in work all I want to do is go home where it’s quiet, and I’m so tired of quiet I want…”

“Castle,” Lanie offers, crossing her arms over her chest, her lips curling in challenge.

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Day6 badboy!au (relationship focus)

So is it bad boy, or badboy? I don’t know. Because bad boy doesn’t look right, but badboy has the red squiggle under it.

Also, thanks for the Day6 request, these boys deserve lots of attention


-          He’s a “bad boy,” but not actually

-          Like he wears the jacket and he does his hair up like one

-          But that thing sticking out of his mouth that your parents assume is a cigarette because he’s kind of far away and they can’t quite see?

-          It’s a lollipop. Bubblegum flavored, to be specific

-          And also, he’s a lollipop

-          He’s always smiling and he rides a motorcycle, and every time he gets on the motorcycle and you’re there, he winks at you and smiles before he ZOOMS off into the distance while ACDC plays in the background

-          Or maybe it was a B1A4 cute concept song or something, who knows with this boy

-          He finds any and every reason to talk to you and you guys become kind of friends but like one of those really playful bantery friendships

-          He throws a rock at your window to get your attention and then sneaks you out for milkshakes and karaoke at 1am this one time, and then he’s walking you back along the side walk with this really pretty view with flowers and trees, and he stops you under a street light, grabs the sides of the hood your wearing, and kisses you

-          And then you two just stand there with his hands holding your face and your hands resting on his sides and your foreheads are leaning together and it’s adorable and your stomach is all fluttery and :3

-          And it was great and so now he does that all the time and it’s just a thing now


-          Actual bad boy, you knew he was trouble when he walked in

-          But not like rip your heart out and destroy your reputation and drink heavily kind of trouble, like he stays out later at night than he probably should and he skips class sometimes and he flirts with everyone but he’d totes be there if you ever got into a tricky situation type of trouble

-          Owns a muscle car that he cares for kind of meticulously, knows how to do his own maintenance

-          He kind of watches you walk into school or work while he leans on his car and it creeps people out a little

-          And he doesn’t seem very approachable

-          And he hangs out with the badboys

-          But then your car breaks down on the side of the road and he pulls over, helps you fix it, and then tells you now you have to go to dinner with him as payment with a smile and he turns out to be actually kind of sweet

-          KIND OF

-          He takes you to a burger place and you steal each other’s fries

-          And then you wind up talking for like an hour after you’re finished eating

-          And as you’re leaving, he hands you his number and he says “In case your car breaks down again and you need to call me. Or just literally any reason ever, if you ever want to call me or text me at all, do it.”

-          So you call him

-          Not for your car though, because there’s this great movie coming out that he would love

-          You call him many times, in fact, for various different reasons, and he calls you too, and its sort of a thing

-          Almost like you’re… dating… or something….

-          So he starts putting his arm around your shoulder literally all the time, and you both make your phone wallpapers the same picture of him with his arm over your shoulder and him kissing your temple and honestly it’s the cutest thing ever


-          Sort of the dadfriend of the bad boy friend group, doesn’t give a flip about the fact that he has a bad boy image, is %100 aware of it but doesn’t try to break it or build it up, he legit just doesn’t care

-          He’s a good bad boy. He’s got the I don’t give a flip, slightly reckless personality, but he’s also caring and nice

-          Seems a little intimidating sometimes because he keeps the boys in line and if he’s “in charge” with the bad boys then he must be REALLY TOUGH AND MEAN AND BAD right? Right? Right? ???

-          And then the five of them are out hanging at the arcade while you’re there and their jam comes on and he dances like a dork and they all start laughing and you’re like wait… what?

-          Like he legit actually doesn’t care what people think in any way and it’s great

-          And then he sees you looking and he nods and smiles at you

-          And then on his way out he taps your shoulder and when you turn around he smiles and says “you dropped this” and hands you a small folded piece of paper, and he walks away

-          And you open it and it has a phone number in it and it says “text me”

-          So you go back and forth for a while, but the curiosity gets the better of you because what boy dances like that in front of a girl and then gives her their number that confidently? and you text him, so he takes you to an amusement park and the two of you have a blast, and you go on all these big rides and the adrenaline just makes you guys more comfortable with each other really fast

-          So needless to say it went great, and two days later, he asks you to go back to that arcade with him, and you do, and it’s a blast and he’s super fun and wonderful and you go to karaoke after and he has a FANTASTIC voice, and then you’re walking home, and it’s dark and you guys start talking about your lives and you start telling him about your dreams and ambitions and he thinks its really cool, so suddenly he just stops you, looks at you for a second, and then kisses you

-          And you’re all !!!!

-          But then he pulls away and you’re both all :3

-          That’s literally the first time you’ve seen him blush

-          So from then on it’s a super chill comfortable relationship, and you guys go on dates and act like dorks without a care in the world and it’s literally the best

-          (I may or may not have a new bias)


-          Not a bad boy. He gets a bad rep because he hangs out with all the bad boys because they’re his friends

-          Actual sweetheart

-          Looks flippin’ bossin in the jacket and the hair and the jeans though, I mean like he’s the least baddie of all of them, but somehow he actually looks better in the getup than any of the others

-          He doesn’t really notice that people kind of classify him as a bad boy because anyone who he actually interacts with for long enough for him to pick up on something like that just completely abandons the whole badboy theory because how can you be with this kid for even just five minutes and not be like Dawwww :3

-          Is a customer at your work, and you meet him and immediately are like okay he’s a sweetheart, and he’s kind of shy and stutters a little and giggles for the whole time he’s talking to you over the counter or whatever at your work, and then he goes back to his friends and you watch as it takes them literally ten minutes to convince him to go and get your number because he’s too shy

-          They all cheer when you give it to him and he blushes like a lobster

-          So he works up the nerve to text you, and you can bet the boys helped him A LOT

-          So he asks you out to the boardwalk and you guys get cotton candy and walk, and you hold his hand and he gets really smiley and blushy

-          And  then he walks you home and he kisses your cheek and blushes super hard and smiles and then you both have a constant internal squeal going on for the rest of the night

-          So obviously you guys become official, but he’s still really blushy for quite a while after, like he’ll initiate skinship in private, he’ll hug you and stuff, but in public if you do anything more than hold hands he melts into this messy puddle of Wonpil goo



-          Also not a bad boy. Youngest of the bad boy gang, sometimes forgets and starts teasing the others like he’s the oldest

-          Then goes back to being a shy puppy

-          DEEP VOICE is intimidating, doesn’t help with the bad boy image

-          He wears the getup just like the rest of them, but then his face is adorable and his hair is all curly and soft so actually everyone is a little unsure if he’s a bad boy or an actual angel child

-          (He’s an actual angel child)

-          You drop something while you’re walking about twenty feet in front of him and he picks it up and stops you to hand it to you, he can barely make eye contact because females? What? How does one interact with those? He doesn’t know..?

-          And it’s super adorable

-          And then you find a reason to start chatting with him occasionally and he starts to open up and he gets smiley and playful and happy and its cute and all his bad boy bro pals are all “aww”

-          And so you two get closer until he’s actually comf with you, and then one day, he just seems super shy and wont look you in the eye, and so you’re like okay, what’s up with you

-          So he just stutters out ‘I like you’ and you laugh because ‘DUH’ and you kiss his cheek

-          “I like you too, silly”

-          And from that point on, he’s an absolute puppy, he holds your hand all the time, will not stop kissing your cheek, loves it when you kiss his cheek, fleufs all around

-          And he gets especially cuddly when he’s happy and excited and its just adorable and awesome


a/n: This could be for any guy tbh. I did cry while writing this. Also this has an important message. Please please pleaseeee DONT DRINK AND DRIVE!!!! You can hurt yourself and others. I’ve seen it happen multiple times.

What’s the most depressing word in the English language?


Why? Because it emphasizes that we were almost there, but not quite. That’s what happened with my relationship with Y/N.

We’ve been going out for almost 6 years. I remember the the day we met like it yesterday.

She was sitting on the beach, tanning, when a football hit her right on her head. She always had a tough skin, so she was fine. But she started giving us this attitude. Blabbering on about respect and being total dumbasses. But I don’t even know what she said. One of the guys told me. I was too busy admiring her. She looked absolutely perfect. Like a goddess, only angry. I was able to get her number, and a week later we went on our first date. 6 years later, I proposed that day. 6 months later, today actually, we were almost married. There’s that word again.

It was 2 days before the wedding. She wasn’t nervous for the actual reception, but all the other stuff. Like invitations, food, dj, all the unimportant stuff. I remember she was sitting at the kitchen table, at 2am, with her glasses and her famous messy bun, staring at the computer and papers surrounding her.

I came downstairs and was surprised to find her, considering she said she was going to bed at midnight.

“Babe, what are you doing up?"I asked.

She didn’t hear me, still staring at the computer screen.

"Babe"I said again, a little louder.

She looked up at me and rubbed her eyes, pushing her glasses on top of her head.

"Why aren’t you asleep?"I asked, massaging her shoulders.

She pushed off her, making her way towards the fridge and opening the orange juice.

"I have so much to think about still. People are still saying they don’t have the invitations, and I’m sure someone isn’t going to like what’s there for food, and-”

“Woah woah woah woah. Why are you worrying so much?"I asked her.

She looked at me like I had 13 heads.
"Um, are you insane?"she asked me, sitting down on the counter. I came between her leg, my hands resting on her thighs.

"Babe, everyone is there to see a wedding. It doesn’t have to be a perfect wedding. All that matters is that I’m marrying a perfect girl, and gonna have a perfect life"I said, my hands running up and down her sides.

"You’re annoying you know that"she said, leaning in.

"I know"I smirked, kissing her lips.

"I love you"she said, releasing from the kiss.

"I love you more"I said. She laughed and kissed me again.

The next day, she was going to get her nails done and her dress picked up.
She called me before she went.

"Babe I’ll be back in like 2 hours"She said.

"That’s so long. We need to be together for as long as possible before we’re married"I whined.

"Nate, you’re such a dork. I love you”

“I love you more"I said.

I wish I said it again. And again. I wish I said I’ll come with you. I wish I would’ve made her wish 5 more minutes. Because she wouldn’t have left.

The next call I got was from the police. They called me to tell me they found a woman, with the name of Y/N Y/L/N, found in a car crash. That was the last think I heard before I dropped the phone. I rushed out, crying, to the hospital. I saw them drag her in. They rushed her to the ICU. They didn’t let me in. I tried so hard.

"But we’re family!"I yelled. "We’re almost married!” They still didn’t let me in.

I sat in the waiting room, as one of the nurses accompanied me. She told me it was a drunk driver. People started rushing in. My parents, her parents, her family, my family. Her friends, my friends, our friends. Everyone was waiting.

But no one talked to me. I isolated myself. I told myself this couldn’t be happening. She would wake up, and tomorrow we would get married. We would live happily ever after, like it’s a movie. Except all movies don’t have a happy ending.

After 3 hours, they allowed some people to visit her. They let me go in first. I walked in and she had tubes in almost every part of her body. She was scratched up and bruised. I saw all the cuts over her body. But she still looked like a goddess to me. I sat next to her, holding her hand. Her hand was ice cold. I tried to warm it up with my hands.

I sat there, waiting for good news. If I wanted, I could’ve waited for eternity. But after another 2 hours, they said there was no more brain activity. They declared her dead.

I sat there. I sat there and cried my heart out. What else was there to do? I was supposed to go to bed, happy as the next day, I would be marrying the love of my life. Instead, I watched the love of my life, lifeless.

As I sit here, looking at the wedding plans sprawled out across the kitchen table with her laptop open. I look at the screen, a picture of us, smiling as she showed off her engagement ring. I still had the ring I was supposed to give her today in our room. It was supposed to slip on her finger like a glove. We would be kissing, saying our vows.

I knew I would have to explain it to someone. We were almost too perfect for each other. We were almost married. And I almost thought it was too good to be true. I guess it was.

Instead of planning out the wedding, I’m now planning out the funeral. I may have gotten hurt before, but this one hurts the most.And the worst part it, nothing could cure it.

It was almost a happy ending. Almost.


I was finding it super difficult to style Minx on this FR body because the bust is so LARGE but the legs and arms are so long, and it was just so wrongly stylised for Minx that I decided to just buy another, smaller body for her.

Anyway that left this body up for grabs, and while I liked the repro Midge on it it wasn’t quite right.

I dug around and decided to put one of my favourite Mattel Collectors heads on it, this Betty Rubble head. I was saving her head if a Curvy MTM ever existed cuz her head is a lot bigger and rounder than other Diva sculpt dolls, but it looks like that’s not gonna happen for a long while.

I put her on this body, and her big stylised face really balances out the ridiculous proportions of this body.


“So let me get this straight: you can run head first into the maze every day without hesitation, but when it comes to telling his how you feel you’re terrified?” Minho asked looking at you incredulously. 

“I know how it sounds, quit looking at me like that shuck-face.” You said shoving him. 

“You know you don’t have to tell him right? No one’s forcing you to do it. Besides do you really wanna be with Gally?” Minho asked jokingly. 

“Shut up!” You said laughing, he had a point. Gally could be brash and temperamental but he’d never been anything but nice to you. He’d been the one to pull you out of the elevator when you first arrived and despite his own personal opinion, he helped you become a runner because he knew it was something you really wanted. He’d always looked out for you. 

Over time your feelings for him had developed from those of admiration and friendship to romantic ones. 

“Look there goes your boyfriend.” Minho teased as the two of you got closer to camp. A small blush came to your cheeks and you were hoping it could pass as a runners flush. 

“You’re my best friend, but remember that even that won’t stop me from punching you slint-head.” You threatened. 

“Good luck.” He told you before he headed to the runner’s hut. 

You took a deep breath and made your way towards Gally. 

“So you made it out of the maze in one piece.” Gally greeted. 

“Don’t I always. I was hoping I could talk to you for a second.” You said fighting the urge to run back into the maze to avoid facing him. 

“Alone.” You added as you noticed all the other builders.

“Sure.” He said as he led you to your personal hut. 

“Gally, I’m going to say something, but please don’t say anything until I’m done.” You took a deep breath as he nodded looking somewhat nervous. 

“Gally we’ve been in the glade together for about a year now, you helped me through so much in that time and I consider you one of my best friends.” You paused to take a breather before going on.

“The thing is I’m pretty sure I like you more than a friend should like a friend. What I’m trying to say is that my feelings for you aren’t platonic anymore, they’re romantic.” You told him. 

The air between you two was filled with silence. 

“Are you finished?” Gally asked after about two minutes; you nodded.

“Them I’m glad I’m not the only one developing feelings. (y/n) you’re amazing and beautiful. You’re funny and smart, I’d be crazy not to fall for you” Gally said closing the space between the two of you and wrapping his arms around you. You let out a sigh of relief and returned his embrace. 

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When Disney tries to sell me a character to fangirl about:

Disney: Ok, look at him

Disney: He’s a cutie.

Me: Yeah, kinda. Is he evil??

Disney: Uh… Maybe him, then?

Disney: He was evil… at some point.

Me: Okay, but is he powerful?

Disney: Maybe someone from rogue one then???

Disney: She’s hot and all, right??

Me: Look, if this character is quite unpopular, powerful, hot and is to die at some point of the story because of their evil nature, please, add them to my fucklist.

Me, in my thoughts:

Drunk Silliness (Jonathan Byers fluff/almost smut)

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There’s an article in the Sun (I know but just…wait) about Gemma and her “leaving emmerdale” which is bull anyway considering she was filming like, two days ago, that says that she quit because she “didn’t get paired up with one of the better looking cast members”- which is just stupid because Mark is amazing and who wouldn’t wanna be paired up with Marlon?? Exactly. ANYWAY it goes on to say that Danny Miller is a good looking cast member so Carly could be hooking up with Aaron and just….I just….he’s right now literally the only gay in the village. Trust me, it won’t be the looks that stop that relationship 😂😂

I did it! My first (finished) piece of fanart for this fandom. And of course it’s Mycroft as Lady Bracknell, because that’s amazing and fits like a glove.

Some trivia/personal headcanons:

- The dress is based on the dress of Lady Bracknell in the Takarazuka musical of The Importance of Being Earnest.

- I imagine that Mycroft actually kind of likes to wear corsets. They are fancy, expensive and give him a nice figure.

- Mycroft wears eye-shadow because he is likes to and follows the lead of Uncle Rudy. (And because I couldn’t get the lipstick right.)

- My father thought it he was Tante Sidonia from the comic Suske en Wiske if I made the nose bigger. (And tbh, I already think it’s quite big but I really liked the flow of the line so I didn’t want to mess it up.)

- Last but not least: @animeri2115 Look! I finished this one first after all!

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Spocoy: Spock adopets anot orphaned vulcan baby who's parents died in an attack on a space station (that killed everyone but the kids) because he saw how much Leonard loved the kid and thought it could use a good family.

Leonard didn’t look up when he heard the doors of his office open. He had told Christine that he didn’t want to be disturbed so it could only be one person that walked in like that. Okay, it could be Jim as well, but he just assumed it would be Spock. And he was right.

“Is everything alright, Leonard?”

Leonard shifted his head just slightly. “Yeah, why?”

“I assumed you would be in the transporter room to see off the children. You seemed quite fond of them. And it’s customary to say goodbye, isn’t it?”

“I was busy,” Leonard mumbled, shoving some padds over his desk, not really doing anything. Leonard could imagine how Spock raised his eyebrow just about now without even needing to look.

“Leonard?” Spock took a step closer.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll miss them.” Leonard turned around with his chair. “And I couldn’t bring myself to see them off. It’s easier for me like this.”

“They will all brought back to Earth and find new families who will look after them.”

Leonard sighed. “I know that they will be fine, it’s not that. It was just … not so quiet around here. Sometimes it’s nice to have children around who see the whole world so differently.”

“It was an interesting experience I have to agree.”

Leonard smiled thinking back to them. “Especially this little Vulcan. He seemed to look up to you, Spock.”

“And he was fascinated by you, Leonard.”

Another sigh escaped his mouth. “I will miss him. He was a lot like you.”

“There is something I need to tell you about him. I have spoken with Admiral Lewis that Selik would not find a home on Earth and needed to be brought back to New Vulcan. So I offered the service of the Enterprise to complete this task - with agreement of the Captain of course.”

Leonard looked up. “So you mean, he is still on board?”

Spock nodded. “Indeed he is.”

A huge smile spread on Leonard’s face. “These are excellent news.” He pushed himself up from his chair and gave Spock a kiss on his cheek. Then he reached for his hand and tried to pull him after him. “Let’s go to him.”

Spock though remained steady on his spot. “There is another matter I need to discuss with you, Leonard.”

A little confused Leonard looked at his partner.

“It has not escaped my notice that you seem very fond of this boy.”

Leonard nodded. “Yeah, so?”

“Selik has no living relatives. There is no one on New Vulcan who will claim him. I was thinking we should.”

“You mean adopt him?”

“It seems quite logical to me.”

Leonard chuckled. “Of course adopting a child would be logical to you.”

“If you are not fond of this idea-”

“No, no,” Leonard was quick to say. He moved closer to Spock. “I’m really fond of this idea.”

During my high school summers I worked at an animal hospital in Pasco, WA. Because of my love of animals, I had a keen interest in going into veterinary practice - I didn’t quite have the right wiring in my brain to master biology and chemistry exams in college but those summers at the animal hospital gave me a wonderful chance to observe all sorts of dogs, cats, and farm animals. I was also introduced to one of my all time favorite series of books by James Herriot! I don’t think I’ll be applying to vet school anytime soon, but I do look forward to getting a dog in the (hopefully) near future. Thursday ramblings over n out ;o)

The game is first-person, so you see everything through Henry’s eyes. The only part of him players are supposed to see are his hands, legs, and, strangely enough, his crudely drawn penis. Here’s a screenshot of what most of the game looks like.

It’s lucky Firewatch takes place from Henry’s perspective, because Henry himself is a terrifying monstrosity. His arms are four times the size of his legs, his eyes are vast pools of all-white emptiness, and his head is the size of a Pizza Hut Express. He looks like a man one frame away from exploding in a Scanners movie. Watch here as Henry breaks from the woods and sprints into your brain, where he will forage in your nightmares for the rest of your life.

In order to get the perspective of the game to look right, Henry had to become something that wasn’t quite human. He looks like something that would steal Bavarian children in the 17th Century. And it gets weirder. Sometimes, Henry’s goddamn head would fall off.

6 Alternate Points Of View On Video Games You Can’t Unsee 

I just had such an intense run.
Not where I used to be i got going QUITE fast and felt like I was flying a lot. The cherry blossoms right now. I finished after dark which I try not to do anymore. I run faster in the dark though. Running at night my greatest portland pleasure. I used to go out in the summer at 1am. Run down the middle of 15th because no one was out. I’d run across the Broadway bridge sometimes. Up Lovejoy and into the park where I could look out over the city and if it were dawn see the mountains. I ran past the hospital and the bars and near his house, which was a kind of revenge knowing he was up and wondering what song he was listening to and how now I was the past for him and I ran past that too. Past past past past until past wasn’t a word it was just past and it shaped itself inside of me into a path path path.
Anyway those cherry blossoms tonight I wish I could be take you with me to this one particular try below this orange street light and make you look straight up. The color isn’t something you find in nature but the smell is.

One thing the show cannot take away is how wonderful these actors are.

Ryan (despite my many issues with the way they’re writing for Rob) was wonderful tonight. It’s always the details with him and he was wonderful in showing Rob’s fear and regret in the middle prison scene. Especially that look to Chas - that was perfection.

Danny, as always, is exceptional. He can deliver a line like no.other. He has a very unique way of hitting you right with the emotion because of his tone of voice and today you could feel the quite desperate levels of love and almost a form of requirement for Rob and the life they planned. He sold every line.

The more I look back at YoI, the clearer it becomes how unreliable a narrator Yuuri is, especially in the first episode. We should have realised it right from the off that something wasn’t quite matching up between what he was saying and what we were seeing.

Lemme have a quick look:

“I’m one of the dime a dozen figure skaters certified by the JSF”

Dime a dozen. Right, kiddo. When you have groupies who are the rising stars like Minami-kun, who recognise good skating because they’re trained to, I suspect you may be understating how good you are. When your home town plasters your imagery all over the place because you are their famous skater, you’re more than a dime a dozen.

Also, let us take a moment to remember that he made it as far as the Grand Prix final. We learn in later episodes how many competitions you have to win to get through to the Grand Prix Final. He won. He won lots. He did *well* right up until the Grand Prix. The commentater even comments that he wasn’t himself at this one significant event.

This anxiety-ridden little moppet even explains why: the death of a beloved family pet and grief threw him off, and I suspect his natural anxiety was the nail in the confidence coffin. But he still blames himself, despite a run of horrible circumstances, grief, isolation and the insane amount of pressure he was putting on himself to get his ‘big day’ right.

“I was an idiot to think I could finally meet my idol on the same playing field…”

Maybe Sochi wasn’t a level playing field, but it certainly wasn’t because of the skating. It was because of everything else crashing in on him at the same time, which meant his skating suffered. Then it became a domino effect of depression and anxiety and he lost again and again.

We know this because when he was trying to get his groove back, he took Viktor’s gold-medal winning routine and performs it to perfection. Lemme repeat that: a gold-medal winning routine and performs it to perfection. Which he is doing while not in peak condition and while significantly heavier than he had been during the competitions.

Yuuri is a badass-skater, but because of his spiral of depression and anxiety before the start of the series, his narration about himself and his career naturally skews to the negative. And we believed him. We fell for it, because he believed it himself.

How wrong we all were.

The Word

Do you ever just say it out loud to yourself—well, more whisper it, because it’s pretty much impossible to say it out loud—just to hear how it sounds?

Is it really an actual word?

You say it again. It doesn’t seem like it could be.

You say it again, a little louder this time. You’re alone, but you still look around to make sure no one is close by.

Does it have two syllables or three? You try it both ways. 

Three feels awkward. Two somehow doesn’t feel quite right either. Two-and-a-half?

Is it the only word in the English language with two-and-a-half syllables?

Hold on, you think, other people actually use this word? People actually say it? It doesn’t seem possible.


You’re alone and your face is bright red and all you want to do is hide under the covers.