So about Video Q&A…

I don’t think any of you will believe, but some shit happened in my life… Basically our house’s heating system broke yesterday and my house is now cold as a grave (it’s late November in there I live and it’s cold outside…), so I woke up with hellish throat ache… I can’t speak without a pain in my throat…

And that sucks…

So at least have my terrible photo, because my phone’s camera sucks and I look as a corpse left to rot in a street for three days… 😂

Reasons Tim Drake Has Gotten Detention

* | 9th Grade | During 5th period, Tim slammed his text book against the desk and yelled at his table mate, “THIS IS MAHOGANY!”

* | 10th Grade | During 1st period, Tim once called his teacher a “muggle” when she made fun of the concept of wizardry.

* | 7th Grade | While the teacher left the sience lab to get materials, Tim broke into the ventilation system and crawled out of the classroom through it.

* | 2nd Grade | He punched a kid in the face and yelled, “HAMMER OF JUSTICE”.

* | 10th Grade | Tim entered the cafeteria on a stolen office chair from the tech lab, sporting sunglasses. He refused to remove the sunglasses, and never returned the chair

* | 8th Grade | He broke into the teacher’s lounge and stole the fresh pot of coffee from out of the coffeemaker and walked out.

* | 9th Grade | During lunch, Tim broke into his physics teacher’s classroom and proceeded to use her computer to illegally access government files.

* | 9th Grade | During 6th period, Tim pryed open the window and jumped out while the teacher left to fill up her waterbottle.

* | 10th Grade | During lunch, Tim was caught trying to set fire to the lab.

Winter Shadow - chapter 1

I’m kinda scared to post this (even though I’ve turned off anon), I’m sorry if it’s crap or you don’t want me to post stuff.

I’m at work today but it’s a slow day so I started writing someting. Sorry. This is from a prompt that @pixierox101 sent me ages ago. I hope I haven’t screwed up your nice idea, thank you for sending it to me. x

It was like a ballet, watching them together. They moved in perfect synchrony, every move complementing the other in a dance to the death. They didn’t speak, they didn’t need to. Decades of training, of suffering, had left them connected in a way that no one could break. They circled each other, back-to-back but aware of the other’s every move, ready to defend, to attack, to win.

They had their roles, each knowing their place on this mission. He was there to break, to destroy, to kill, to create mayhem and fear. She was there to infiltrate, to penetrate the unbreakable, to leave slow devastation in her wake, chaos that would insinuate itself into computer systems, into people’s minds. Each knew their role, and supported the other.

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rightnotleftie  asked:

My school tried to have a talent show but the sound system broke so they had to cancel it, five minutes later it started working again and they called everyone down to the auditorium. Right when they were about to start, the sound system stopped working again.

That’s some tough luck

Kiss Prompt: “Angry Kiss” for McKirk

For @dmsilvisart

I didn’t answer this from your ask, because you put 2 different prompts in the same ask. :P so when I fill the last one, i’ll answer from that.

Also, speaking of Dr. McCoy- I watched Thor today. We now have had Dr. McCoy and George Kirk in the same movie. 

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Leonard H. McCoy had had it.

One James T. Kirk had got on his last nerve for the last time.

Why the hell had he agreed to let the kid be his roommate at the academy anyway? Goddamnit, Leonard was just a pushover.

Okay, now be fair, he grumbled internally. It had seemed a good idea at the time and even usually, not a bad one. There were just…bad…days.  It had become apparent, even drunk, that both him and Jim had been fish out of water from the moment they sat together on the shuttle. Leonard was too old for this shit and Jim was…not the poster boy Starfleet had been looking for. So it had only made sense at the time to take Jim up on his offer.

But now…they’d been at the Academy for almost three years. Thanks to years of Medical Schooling and loads of experience back in his home town, Leonard was able to take the same accelerated classes that Jim did. And Jim took even more. They were both on track to graduate in just a few months and Leonard already had a post lined up on the flagship of the fleet.

The likelihood that they’d be separated was very, very high.

And it didn’t bother him, all right?

It’d be nice, for once, to have his own space and not have to worry about Jim coming in late. Or Jim getting into fistfights – again, for whatever stupid reason – or Jim forgetting to eat. Or any of the stupid risks he took in his survival classes. Or to not have to come home after a late night lab only to find a sock on the door.

It was an old custom, but if a system wasn’t broke, you didn’t fix it.

Plus, Jim had come up with it. Not that Leonard ever used it for himself. How could he when he started the academy fresh off a divorce? And when he finally realized he was over his ex, and that he was mostly just pissed off about the whole affair, he’d fallen in love with his roommate.

Oldest cliché in the book and what the fuck was he supposed to do with that?

“I’m outta my cornfed mind,” he muttered as he walked around their dorm room, picking up after Jim. Not that Jim normally left all that much of a mess, but Leonard had come back already in a foul mood and then he’d walked into this. “What’d a torpedo go off in here or what? What the hell, Jim? Why is your shit everywhere?”

There was no answer, not that Leonard really expected one. He paused in the act of picking up a shirt. He turned it over, his brows knitted together.

It was ripped. And bloody.

He dropped the shirt like it was infected and headed for the one place he hadn’t looked yet. “Jim!”

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54starr  asked:



- Todoroki knows the hero industry is busted, broken beyond repair
- (after all, he is a product of that broke system)
- Runs away with his big brother who throws away his old name entirely, starts to call himself Dabi that emo fuck
- (Shouto can’t say that he hasn’t considered it himself tho but he’s too determined to show the world who really pulled back the curtain to reveal the rot)
- They both start scouring Japan for something to believe in, SOMETHING other than beating aside unworthy sidekicks and stealing from terrible heroes
- Dabi finds Stain
- Shouto finds Midoriya Izuku
- Midoriya just wants to help others despite being on the very bottom of the totem pole in terms of, well, near about everything
- Quirkless, unpopular, skittish, he’s everything that a hero isn’t
- Midoriya Izuku is also the only one that Shouto ever believed was worthy of being called one.
- Shouto takes it upon himself to train Midoriya to the best of his abilities, to teach him where to strike when you can’t use your hands and when your opponent is five times your size
- The first thing he teaches him is how to dodge a fire punch
- The first thing Midoriya teaches him in return is how to laugh again
- (Midoriya also teaches him how to use a grappling hook but Shouto makes sure to push him around with a bow staff in return)
- Midoriya, through Shouto’s teachings, becomes a proficient fighter before the UA exams even begin
- Only one is signing up for UA and it isn’t Shouto
- Shouto warns Midoriya, as he walks him to the exam door and catches him before he falls “remember that heroes are only as good as their actions. Anyone that hurts others deserves nothing but the hurt they give out.”
- Midoriya nearly does not pass
- (he does anyways and tears are shed)
- The Villain Alliance knows that Shouto had a “mole” on the inside alongside one of the Alliance’s own and determine that he is trustworthy enough to join them
- (Dabi and Shouto both know to watch their own and each other’s back when in their presence)
- The Villain Alliance put forth a test: “If our goal means the brat’s life, will you give it up?”
- Shouto clenches his fists until blood warms his palms “Yes.”
- (Shouto vows to never let it get to that point)

Alrighty, that’s what I’d write at least!


- (It does come to that point)

Review, Game of Thrones 7.07: The Dragon and the Wolf

“And when it came at me I didn’t think about the world. Not at all. As soon as it opened its mouth the world disappeared for me, right down its black throat.”

‘The Dragon and the Wolf’ is the show’s longest episode to date, but it doesn’t feel it. From the all-star meetup at the Dragonpit, the ruin where the dreams of the Targaryen dynasty withered away to nothing, to the tender fairy tale sex scene between Jon and Dany, it moves with understated grace toward its appalling, inevitable conclusion. Along the way, it lives where the show has always lived: in conversation.

Seeing nearly every one of the show’s main players gather together to hash out the fate of the Seven Kingdoms (AND FUCKING CONFIRM CLEGANEBOWL) is a real joy. Daenerys’s entry on dragonback feels sadly prophetic as Drogon sets foot in the place where his last stunted ancestors lived and died, and the looks of terror on the faces of Westeros’s great and powerful at their first glimpse of a wight feel like a bitter condemnation of all the backstabbing and bloodshed that filled the series’ first six seasons. Here, finally, is the enemy. It’s a somber moment.

Even Cersei is shaken to her core, which makes her false pledge to march north and her lunatic unwillingness to listen to Jaime’s pleas to honor it all the more sickening. With nothing left but an empty dream of power and one last child to ruin, she chooses to turn her back on the only war that matters and keep playing the dismal, ruinous power games that have already cost her everything. The horrible moment in which she debates unleashing ser Gregor on her twin and lover feels like watching something vital break, like a green branch splintering and twisting. Whatever genuine love existed between them, it’s dead now.

Lena Headey has always been one of the show’s strongest performers, and her portrayal of Cersei as a damaged, vulnerable woman emulating the system that broke her has never felt more timely or more poignant. Her childlike chant of “I won’t hear it, I won’t hear it!” when Tyrion tries to offer his condolences over the deaths of her children is as bottomlessly sad as anything the show has delivered to date. I don’t think it’s much of a reach to say that to Cersei, sold to a drunken rapist by her father, tortured and humiliated by the church and her subjects, stripped of the children into whom she poured all her love and hopes, the act of accepting another person’s feelings as real has become something dangerous, an invitation to loss and the helpless terror of love.

In the North, Sansa and Arya confront that same terrible void and choose to trust in one another rather than turn their backs on reality. The buildup to Littlefinger’s groveling, miserable death in the great hall of Winterfell feels, in total, needlessly complicated and obtuse, full of feints and double-feints and resolved by Bran at an arbitrary moment, but the emotional material along the way has been strong and the conclusion is ugly and difficult to look at. Littlefinger was perhaps the show’s most emptily ambitious character, a man for whom power and status were an end unto themselves, whom nobody liked or trusted, who envied everyone, coveted everything, and nursed a hollow place inside himself until it grew to fill his entire being. Watching his long and terrible game, the source of so much of the series’ bloodshed, implode in the space of moments is like watching the pus ooze out of a zit ignored for too long. In the end, he was so much less than the sum of all his scheming.

The rapprochement between the sisters Stark is a breath of fresh air. The easy chemistry between actresses Maisie Williams and Sophie Turner makes the whole muddled story feel worthwhile as two people who might easily have been led into conflict by their traumatic pasts take a long, hard look at themselves and choose another path. It’s that kind of relief that gives the finale, with its comparative lack of spectacle and chaos, so much power. Consider Bran’s vision of Rhaegar and Lyanna, so clearly and so tenderly in love, marrying in secret by the riverside. The grisly casus belli that sparked Robert’s Rebellion is transmuted in an instant into a symbol of hope.

And speaking of hope, life, and love, Jon and Dany finally fuck. Bran’s narration of Rhaegar and Lyanna’s story over the moment they lock eyes across the threshold of Daenrys’s cabin has a raw, almost elemental power. “He loved her,” he says softly, “and she loved him.” There, in Daenerys’s bed, among the twining limbs, is the antithesis to the threat from beyond the Wall. Stopping the dead might require an army, but what binds people to fight for their comrades, their country, their families against such an abomination is love. The world of the living has to be a place worth, well, living in.

Which brings us at last to the arrival of the army of the dead and the Night King’s destruction of the Wall. Think back for a moment. How many episodes, how many seasons have ended with a triumphant, awe-inspiring shot of Daenerys and her dragons, her armies, her fleets? The choice to end this one on a gruesome mirror image can hardly be an accident. As Tormund and Beric flee the ruination of the great barricade which has kept humanity safe for millennia, as the reanimated Viserion soars above the icy wreckage, the Night King on his back, and the numberless dead trudge into Westeros, how do those stirring spectacles of Dany’s military might transform?

Perhaps this horror, in the end, is what we’ve always been cheering for.

I worked at a book and office supplies store (in the Netherlands) for about a year. I already wasn’t a people person when I started working there and after quitting I was even less of a people person. Here are some highlights:

  • A woman came in in a rush one afternoon, waited in line impatiently asking if we could “hurry the fuck up” because she had places to be. Now, a nice old lady let her go first and without even thanking her, the woman then came to the register. She wanted a cinema gift card, and she needed it NOW. Since we sold two different kinds, I asked her which one she preferred, and after I told her the benefits of each gift card she picked one. 2 SECONDS AFTER PAYING FOR IT SHE CHANGED HER MIND, and we cannot return gift cards, because that’s against company policy. But no, everything was my fault. She continued to yell at me for a solid 8 minutes until my manager resolved the problem.
  • A lonely old lady insisted on having a conversation with me. For 45 minutes. While there were customers in the store.
  • Someone came to pick up a book order and after handing it over, he insisted that it wasn’t the book he ordered (even though we had copious amounts of evidence that it was).
  • Some dude once told me I was the lowest piece of shit to ever walk to earth after I told him about the shipping costs for his 10-pound package that had to be sent to Australia. Sir, that’s literally on the other side of the world. You can’t expect it to be cheap.
  • Had two men RUN into the store 2 minutes before closing time, asking us if we could wrap up a 3-feet Buddha statue for a birthday party. We were annoyed but did it anyway, and then the guys pulled out 15 euros. “Here’s a tip, get some snacks, you look hungry.” We got snacks and it was amazing.
  • First got told I was a rude bitch ever after telling a woman we no longer had her favorite magazine. 10 minutes later, I was awarded a 9,5/10 score from a mystery shopper right in front of her. Satisfying.
  • A 17-year-old wanted to buy lottery tickets, which is illegal at his age. After asking for his ID he called me a “cancer whore”. This happened every single week until my manager decided to ban him from the store, permanently.
  • One afternoon a lady came in telling me she wanted a fashion gift card valued at 500 euros. That is impossible, the most you can value a gift card at is 150 euros. I repeatedly told her this but she wouldn’t take no for an answer, after which I decided to show her that it was impossible. She paid with her bank card, I attempted to activate the 500-euro gift card and BOOM. Entire cash register system broke on me. 500 euros was lost in cyberspace, her gift card was left unactivated, and all of this was going on while there were 40 people trying to buy something. It took us an hour to get the system up and running again.
  • A kid asked me for a book, I looked it up and told him we didn’t have it anymore, and he kicked me in the knee.
  • We didn’t sell some dude’s favorite brand of cigarettes anymore and he yelled at me for 5 minutes, after which he left the store.
  • I am so glad I don’t work retail anymore.

The struggle between those who possess social power and those who do not, between freeman and slave, patrician and plebian, lord and serf, guildmaster and journeyman, in a word, oppressor and oppressed is a war fought with many and varied weapons. Of highest importance are ideas, weapons in an ideological warfare by which every class struggling to maintain its grip on the world tries to justify its position morally and rationally, while those fighting to overturn the social order produce their own self-justificatory ideology as a counter-weapon.

If the revolution succeeds, that revolutionary ideology becomes transformed into a weapon of consolidation and conservation whereby yet further revolutionary challenges to the new dominant class can be resisted. Nothing better illustrates the historical progression of such ideological weapons than the revolution that created the twentieth century market-industrial society.

The society of Europe before the seventeenth century (with the exception of certain mercantile Italian republics) was characterized by a static, aristocratic scheme of relations in which both peasants and landowners were bound to each other and to the land and in which changes in the social positions of individuals were exceedingly rare. Persons were said to owe their position in the world to the grace of God or to the grace of earthly lords. Even kings ruled Deo gratia, and changes in position could only occur by exceptional conferrals or withdrawals of divine or royal grace. But this rigid hierarchy directly obstructed the expansion of both mercantile and manufacturing interests who required access to political and economic power based on their entrepreneurial activities rather than on noble birth.

Moreover, the inalienability of land and the traditional guarantee of access to common land inhibited the rapid expansion of primary production and also maintained a scarcity of labor for manufactories. In Britain, the Acts of Enclosure of the eighteenth century broke this rigid system by allowing landlords to enclose land for wool production and simultaneously displacing tenants, who then became the landless industrial workforce of the cities.

At the same time in France, the old ‘nobility of the sword’ was being challenged by the administrative and legal hierarchy who became the'nobility of the robe’ and by the rich commoners of banking and finance. The bourgeois revolution was brewing, a revolution that was to break assunder the static feudal-aristocratic bonds and create instead an entrepreneurial society in which labor and money could more freely adapt to the demands of a rising commercial and industrial middle class.

But the bourgeois revolution required an ideology justifying the assault on the old order and providing the moral and intellectual underpinnings of the new. This was the ideology of freedom, of individuality, of works as opposed to grace, and of equality and the inalienable rights to 'life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.’ Paine, Jefferson, Diderot, and the Encyclopedists were the ideologues of the revolution, and one theme comes through in their writings: the old order was characterized by artificial hierarchies and artificial barriers to human desire and ambitions and those artificial barriers must be destroyed so that each person can take his or her natural place in society, according to his or her desire and ability.

This is the origin of the idea of the 'equal opportunity society’ in which we now supposedly live.
Yet the bourgeois revolution that destroyed those artificial barriers seems not to have dispensed with inequality of station. There are still rich and poor, powerful and weak, both within and between nations.

How is this to be explained? We might suppose that the inequalities are structural, that the society created by the revolution has inequality built into it and even depends upon that inequality for its operation. But that supposition, if taken seriously, would engender yet another revolution. The alternative is to claim that inequalities reside in properties of individuals rather than in the structure of social relations. This is the claim that our society has produced about as much equality as is humanly possible and that the remaining differences in status and wealth and power are the inevitable manifestations of natural inequalities in individual abilities.

It is this latter claim that has been incorporated from an early stage into the ideology of the bourgeois revolution and that remains the dominant ideology of market industrial societies today. Such a view does not threaten the status quo but, on the contrary, supports it by telling those who are without power that their position is the inevitable outcome of their own innate deficiencies and that, therefore, nothing can be done about it.

—  Richard Lewontin
Oh my god.....

I was supposed to post some fanart of Ralph, Jack, Simon, and Piggy but my computer’s system broke down and now I have to wait until the 24th to upload the pics but Im a little scared cuz the lotf fandom is almost like the Sahara desert at this point so what do you think guys? Should I go through with it? Pls reply so I can be sure you guys r still out there…..

New Hubble mosaic of the Orion Nebula

In the search for rogue planets and failed stars astronomers using the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope have created a new mosaic image of the Orion Nebula. During their survey of the famous star formation region, they found what may be the missing piece of a cosmic puzzle; the third, long-lost member of a star system that had broken apart.

The Orion Nebula is the closest star formation region to Earth, only 1400 light-years away. It is a turbulent place – stars are being born, planetary systems are forming and the radiation unleashed by young massive stars is carving cavities in the nebula and disrupting the growth of smaller, nearby stars.

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Preference: How you get back together (Divergent)

Requested by anon. Preference with Divergent guys (Tobias, Eric, Peter and Caleb), if you want one with girls, send an ask!

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