but i had no ideas whatsoever

ig this might be due to being gay being a big part of my identity and sense of self but the idea of a fictional utopia where sexual orientation basically doesn’t exist and everyone just likes who they like is just very alienating to me. representation politics are very weird and flawed but if we’re going to get into the types of characters i identify with in media and who’ve had a long lasting positive impact on me, they aren’t ones who just so happen to be involved with other men without it being addressed whatsoever, they’re specifically and culturally gay and that’s a part of their character and narrative. the idea of losing that for this weird, theoretical, enlightened society where same gender sex or romance just happens by chance without ever being something important or specific just makes me feel very weird and sad.

I don’t know what was more embarrassing

1. The fact Donald Trump, even for his inaugural address, showed, at best, a sixth grade mastery of the English language - using words with no more than two syllables and making no attempt to use segues or transition between ideas so that his speech had no flow whatsoever, like his ideas about space travel were immediately followed by ideas about race, but like with no linguistic divider so it was like “we are standing at a new age of space exploration and eradicating diseases. And as our soldiers tells us, doesn’t matter if you’re black, brown, or white - we all bleed the same red blood of patriotism.” It was THAT choppy. It made no sense, none of it meshed because it was a word salad without that was clearly made by someone with the inability to properly create a coherent train of thought.

2. Him waiting to hear roaring applause and getting… *crickets*

3. His fucking Kim Jong-un moment where he tries to start a chant by loudly exclaiming “America first” twice and then sadly realizing no one is joining in and stops.

4. Orrrrrr the fact it started raining as soon as he started walking up to the podium, as if god himself were weeping. Lmao…. we’re really all gonna die.

the first time I ever played a Dragon Age game it was Origins and I rolled a Mahariel and the game opens with you and Tamlen chasing off these humans and I had no idea what any of the lore meant whatsoever but I was getting into it like

Tamlen: you shemlen need to stay out of Dalish lands!!

Me: YEAH! FUCK OFF, SHEMLEN! (hey psst Tamlen what the fuck is a shemlen)

Cry Wolf

Summary: Dean loves his little sister, just as much as he loves his little brother, even if she isn’t technically his sister. But there’s a reason his Dad took her in, and it’s not purely out of the goodness of his heart. Could the girl who believes herself to be Sam’s twin really be a bomb just waiting to go off?
Words: 1120
Warnings: Angst? Maybe?
AN: Ugh, I have NO restraint whatsoever. I could be adding to one of my current series. I could be writing a challenge fic. Pfft, hell, I could be writing my Dissertation! But this idea wouldn’t leave me alone… so I had to write at least this first part. 
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!


There are some things in my life that I remember clear as day, no matter how long ago it was.

I remember the bright smile on my mother’s face as Dad led me into a hospital room, the harsh artificial light reflecting in her eyes as she introduced me to my new baby brother: the day Sam was born.

I remember the fear in my father’s voice as he unceremoniously shoved the swaddled bundle of blankets that was Sam into my arms and told me to run, and the heat that followed us as the fire consumed our house: the day my mother died.

I remember the eerie silence that seemed to press in on my ears as I lay curled up in bed, Sam’s occasional stirring the only thing that broke the oppressive monotony and staved off the waves of fear that threatened to overwhelm me: the first time Dad left me on my own overnight while away on a hunt.

One night, however, remains vivid in my mind, not because of the trauma it caused, or the happiness, but because of the sheer amount of confusion it caused me.

It was about two months after Sam’s first Birthday, and the whole travelling around thing was still relatively new. Dad must have only been hunting properly for a few months, the world of monsters still strange and daunting to him, and, I won’t lie, terrifying for me. We were in Dunsmuir, northern California, and Dad had told me that he might not make it back that night, along with what had become the usual spiel about basically going into lockdown until he returned.

Everything went how it usually went. I played with Sammy, gave him his dinner, put him to bed… basically took care of him before I could do anything I wanted to do. Then, around 4 in the morning, a loud bang startled me awake.

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“Bruce,” Geoff says as he holds the phone to his ear. “I didn’t know you even had my number.” The words were casual but the accusation underneath was not missed.

“I got it from a friend.”

“And who-”

“We need your help,” Bruce interrupts, his tone firm and not betraying any further intentions though Geoff could tell immediately something was up.

“And what makes you think we’re going to provide you any help? I thought you would ‘rather lose your dick than accept help from us’ if I remember the conversation right.”

Bruce doesn’t react, doesn’t correct Geoff that that wasn’t what he said and Geoff frowns in concern. Clearly Bruce wasn’t fucking around. This was serious.

“We need your help. They have Elyse.”

Geoff takes a sharp intake of breath, face hardening. Geoff starts trying to calculate what weapons they have, how many people he can spare at this moment, how fast he could get there-

“What do you need us to do?” Geoff says, already preparing himself to do whatever is necessary to help.

Theory: What if Rika Had a Wish? And Met the Wizard?


WARNING: This theory SPOILS the secret endings of both of these games. Please do not read if you have no idea what happens in them. 

It’s easy to know exactly what kind of wish Rika would desire: a wish where everyone will be able to live in peace without any hurt and pain. 

From what we learn in the secret endings, we learn that Rika was the one to found Mint Eye in the first place. The reason? To create an organisation whose aim is to spread happiness among all it’s members and to invite others to join them in this everlasting party. 

Now… we know for certain that Rika was crazy enough to the point where she would even drug innocent people *cough* Saeran *cough* in order to forcefully follow her ideals of a perfect world. 

As much as Rika damaged the majority of the RFA members, in my personal opinion, many people in the fandom still don’t understand the fact that she’s a victim of mental sickness. I mean, the poor woman even knew herself she was ill and tried to warn V. 

Take a look at this screenshot:

This statement is alarming. By a lot. Like, a lot. 

Rika is a Catholic, and judging her saying, this shows she has completely lost hope in even her own Savior. Her own God. Now what if…

She met the Wizard before these chain of events happened?  

I’ll retell the theory in a simpler way, so imagine this scenario is set before she meets V:

  • Rika hopes for a world full of peace and no harm
  • She gets absorbed into this hope, and eventually this hope in turn, becomes a desperate wish. 
  • This wish whisks her away to the Wizard.
  • Introductions are made. And the Wizard finally asks Rika her wish.
  • However, instead of fulfilling Rika’s desire, he refuses to grant it
  • Why? 

Well, think about it. There are two reasons for this:

1) It would perhaps take up a large supply of energy to grant this wish. As much as it may cost ALL of Rika’s memories, it still wouldn’t be enough due to the fact that her wish applies to EVERY SINGLE HUMAN BEING ON EARTH (maybe even including the cats and rabbits from the Grimm Continent as well as the dolls with living souls in them). 

  • Basically, this means she could lose all of her memories of everyone around her (like loved ones) since her wish is related to them (because she has the need for everyone to live in peace). But it still wouldn’t be enough.   
  • This wish is very big and Rika’s memories alone wouldn’t be able to sustain the amount of energy the Wizard would need in order to carry out this wish. 

2) Remember that if the Wizard were to be involved in Mysme, and he still had his powers, MysMe would be set either BEFORE or DURING the competition of Dandelion (since the Wizard loses his powers in the end). 

  • Granting this wish could mean losing all the progress he made into hosting the animals’ competition. His goal is to make Heejung suffer through the confusion of why her lover is gone. Thus, finally gaining a wish that will lead her to him. 
  • The keyword is there: “Suffer”
  • Meaning, if the Wizard were to grant Rika’s wish, he would lose the chance to meet Heejung face-to-face since she wouldn’t be suffering and making a wish due to the help of Rika’s own wish.

So he rejects the idea, and sends her back to her world without taking away her memories of their meeting. 

  • This would leave Rika agitated, and wondering why her wish has been ignored by the Wizard, the being himself who claims his job is to grant any desperate wish, and even having the power to raise the dead.
  • This leads her to being diagnosed with mental illness, and thinking that no one will be able to understand her. Somewhere along the way, she meets V for the first time. 
  • She plans forming Mint Eye with the idea of thinking that she is able to carry out peace through the method of drugging people .-. However, V is unaware of this. 
  • V finally finds out about her illness. And she says, “Even God can’t save me”, showing that she’s still sane enough to know she is mentally crazy and ill. 
  • And this is where her line is assuming that no one, absolutely no one, can help her now that the Wizard has rejected her wish
  • And this all happens due to the Wizard refusing to grant her wish.  

I will be splitting this theory into two parts, so the next part will be explaining the timelines of Dandelion and Mystic Messenger and how they line up in relation to Rika’s story. 

NOTE: Please know it is very important to let me know if there are any flaws in my post. If there are any, please don’t be afraid to inform me :) If anyone has any theories or thoughts around this theory, any of the Cheritz games or pretty much anything else, please feel free to share them to me ^.^ 

Why does this show have such a hard-on for Damon?!?!?

They act like he has NO agency whatsoever, and that every single season they can go back and blame Stefan for all the sh-t he’s done. I have no idea why they think STEFAN is the one who is supposed to be asking for forgiveness (for the 100th time). It’s like everything Damon does is blamed on either Stefan or Katherine because supposedly Damon of the last 150 years has had absolutely 0 control over his own actions.

And to bring back Tyler and Vicky in some glorified “we must forgive Damon” episode, pls save me from this hell hole.

I get Bonnie forgiving him (barely) but to gather everyone and watch them all shed tears over this man that they’ve had legitimate reasons to hate for 8+ years is unbelievable. Why can’t this show just accept that Damon is a villain instead of kissing his ass every season and forgiving him for his numerous crimes.

I still can’t believe that while Yuuri was freaking out and in a slump and depressed as hell and considering retirement he had not one but two of Russia’s champions loving him and wanting him to keep skating

and he just had no idea whatsoever

Imagine having to spend a long car ride with the Winchesters and Crowley...

It wasn’t that you hated the king of hell, simply that there was nothing in this entire world that you disliked more than that slimey smirk. It’d been that same smirk you’d woken up to the day you’d found your closest friend had in fact not been your friend at all, that she’d had a demon using her as a vessel for the past month. It was blind luck you’d survived that day at all, Crowley hadn’t been interested in you, only in the demon inside your friend but being the spare pawn you were, you’d managed to slip away reasonably unnoticed. It’d been too late for her and before that day, you had never thought yourself one to hold a grudge, but Crowley? No, you spoke truthfully, you didn’t hate him - you outright despised him.

So, knowing this what better than to spend an 8 hours in a confined space with him?

Letting out an annoyed sigh, you wiped up some spilled water off the basin and plopped your bag in the sink. Dean had gotten pissed at you last time you’d attempted to do your make up in his ‘baby’, and the mirror of the crappy port-a-loo wasn’t exactly dressing room quality, but it was enough to adjust your make up. A girl had to allow herself a few luxuries like that even on the road and it just happened to be an added bonus that it gave you a few minutes away from Crowley. You took your time, applying your make up with precision that you’d usually only save for… well, you wouldn’t normally take this long at all.

There was a knock on the door and you heard Sam’s muffled voice from the outside, “hey, Y/N, how long you gonna be? Dean wants to get going.”

“What?” You screwed up your nose, “I’ve barely even been 5 minutes!”

“You’ve been 15 minutes, we’ve got to get moving, I’ll see you back at the car.”

You grimaced and packed down your make up back into the little brown bag. Talking a final glance in the mirror you thought that at least you’d had a few minutes to chill off, it wasn’t ideal but it was better than nothing. Plus to a certain extent you didn’t just feel like you could kill him now, you looked like you could too.

Stepping down out the cubicle, you made your way back to the impala to see Dean and Sam waiting with the engine on and presumably, that left Crowley in the boot. You opened the back door and tossed your bag in before sitting down in the other seat.

“You good?” Dean asked, making eye contact with you in the rear view mirror.

“I’m good,” you smiled.

A muffled sound from Crowley came through the seats but was quickly drowned out as Dean turned the keys in the ignition and the engine roared into life. Dean threw you a wink and you settled back into the seat as the miles began to slip by the window.

It couldn’t have been more than 20 minutes before you heard Crowley humming in the boot. You tried to ignore it knowing that he’d be doing it for a reaction but he just kept going. The same few notes over and over…

You looked over at Sam who was clearly as frustrated as you were, drumming his fingers relentlessly on his knee before he finally caved and started fumbling for the tape box Dean kept locked in the glove compartment.

“Preferences?” He said, looking to Dean poignantly.

Dean glanced back towards the boot and just muttered, “anything loud.”

Confessions (Bucky x Reader)

Word Count: 1,500

A/N: kk guys so i have like no ideas at all like whatsoever so ur going to just have to deal w the bs i post until one of ya’ll sends me a request 

                When you finally got together with Bucky, as an official couple, you expected him to tell at least Steve. It had been a couple months now, and when you two were by yourselves, it was amazing. He would treat you like a princess, he never stopped smiling, he would always be touching you, someway, somehow. His hand was glued to either your waist, the small of your back, the back of your neck, or your shoulders. He just loved having the human contact.  

               But when you two were with the team, he barely looked at you. You were lucky if you got a single smile in a whole session. You had tried to sit next to him, but he refused to put his arm close to you or around you, and it was starting to make you angry. You knew that he could do better, but you hadn’t known how ashamed he really was of you. He wouldn’t even let his friends know about you.

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8½ (1963) - Dir. Federico Fellini

“I thought my ideas were so clear. I wanted to make an honest film. No lies whatsoever. I thought I had something so simple to say. Something useful to everybody. A film that could help bury forever all those dead things we carry within ourselves. Instead, I’m the one without the courage to bury anything at all. When did I go wrong? I really have nothing to say, but I want to say it all the same.”

Could Cognitive Scientists Eliminate ISIS?

In a word, yes, assuming they had lots of help from the CIA to deliver their persuasion.

I would not have said this was possible five years ago. But in 2017, cognitive scientists know how to reprogram a human brain fairly effectively. They have weaponized what hypnotists have been doing for decades. 

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anonymous asked:

22 for andreil!! I love your writing

fic meme 1-100: andreil + 22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

send me a pairing (preferably from aftg/trc) and a number and i’ll write you a drabble (1-50) (51-100)

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It’s a Percabeth au but i have no idea what to call it so here you go with a title with no indication for the AU whatsoever
  • Okay so an au in which Percy works at a lifeguard/swim teachers on the weekends.
  • So one day Annabethn shows up with Bobby and Matthew, because honestly, they’re 7, they should know how to swim.
  • Percy can’t stop staring at her. It’s her hair that caught his eye, but everything about her is just so pretty. And the way she talks to her baby brothers is just so sweet, and they seem so happy when they’re running to the poolside. (Percy later tells them they can’t do that. “Slippery when wet”, he tells them, pointing to the sign.) She walks over to the bleachers, sits down and takes a book from her bag.
  • He looks away as fast as he can after realizing he’s been staring.
  • Annabeth glances at him too, just a lot less obvious. His abs and his back, it’s so clear he’s a swimmer, and god is hat attractive when he’s only wearing swim shorts and his skin is practically glowing because of the water. Needless to say, Annabeth can’t focus on her book.
  • After swimming lesson, on their way home, Matthew and Bobby keeps talking all excited about their awesome and funny teacher Percy. Annabeth believes them when they say he’s the best teacher ever.
  • Next week they’re back.
  • Percy and Annabeth keeps glancing at each others.
  • Beckendorf notices and gets sick of their shit.
  • “You should talk to her,” he tells Percy.
  • Percy is all suspicious, because no, she would probably not like him at all, but Beckendorf just says “She’s checking you out too, I’m not as oblivious as you, just GO!”
  • So he goes, because Beckendorf is his best friend, he wouldn’t lie about that,
  • They are so awkward. They intruduce themselves, but after that they’re silent for a painfully long amout of time.
  • Finally, Annabeth says, “My brothers thinks you’re a really good teacher.”
  • Percy gets all flustered. So does Annabeth, because when Percy is nervous he runs his hand through his hair, which leaves it looking all styled and showing off his biceps and hell he’s good looking.
  • He decides they don’t have anything else to talk about right now, so he runs back to the water and continues the lesson.
  • When they’re finished he hurries out of the pool and tries to work up the courage to ask her out.
  • He doesn’t have time before the boys come running, grabbing one of Annabeth’s hands each dragging her up from her seat. They’re jumping up and down, telling her they’ve learned how to swim, and that she promised them ice cream when they had.
  • Annabeth raises an eyebrow at Percy. “Did they really?” He nods.
  • “Then we’re going for ice cream!” Annabeth said, rubbing their heads. Bobby and Matthew ran off, already discussing which ice cream flavours they were going to have.
  • Annabeth smiled at Percy, and considered for a moment before she asked him “Care to join us?”
  • “Thought you’d never ask,” he replied, smirking. 
requests open

for like… one night. And I cannot guarantee whatsoever that I will write your request in a timely manner. Like at all.

But I really want to write something quick and dirty (mean that in the most literal sense - I’m feeling smutty y’all)

So… here is my prompt post, send me characters and a prompt (or hell, just an idea you had, I don’t care) and I will make it smutty. Like… as fuck.

P.S. I still have three old requests in the inbox, but they are not conducive to smut, whatsoever. But I am aware of them.

Beyoncé came to the studio, and I was sitting at the piano when I met her. She was just lovely. I came up with something to go with an idea she had; I just embellished her melody. I think the idea was to use some of her lyrics, but I didn’t realize that—I misunderstood and did something entirely different from what she wanted. But it didn’t matter, because she really liked it, and they ended up using [my version]. Blue Ivy was there, too, which was nice. She was singing along to the song, which was a huge compliment, because kids just don’t have any pretense whatsoever.
—  James Blake and the Pursuit of Happiness: “How did the Lemonade feature go down?”

Newsfeed #81 March 24, 2016 (24 Súlimë)

It almost Ring Day and Lee Pace’s Birthday: Serendipity

I would have been here sooner (as so much has happened dealing with the story) but I had to deal with a rumor that is the biggest lie in the history of lies on a place like Tumblr and also hate mail and notes on my pages. It is a shame people can hurt someone they never met or even had a conversation without any provocation of truth whatsoever. It hurt me–which was the point–but it did not defeat me. My love for my work outweighs the pettiness of others.

So horrible the near suicidal outcome of it all, I changed the dedication of the entire trilogy. It is now dedicated to J.R.R. Tolkien (not my idea but the thought of the Mythopoeic Society) This makes my story a very small part of the Tolkien universe. Still unofficial (no, the rumor that Christopher Tolkien has approved it is false–nicer rumor than I steal fan art to tell my story, which I NEVER have and whenever I speak of artists–those that don’t steal the work of the photographers on the set of the films and change them and say it theirs, but really talented artist that draw their own thing–I ALWAYS give credit.).

So what would have been a weekend of celebrating the completion of Book II has been extended after spending hours of harassment and feeling hurt by so called “friends” I thought were my friends but friends don’t believe rumors–they ask and they never did. I had to move on because Thranduil–my little story–has turned the corner every authors dream of in a world that near impossible to become a part legitimately–The Tolkien Universe.

I do have to give at least one of my muses a gift–Lee Pace. Especially his birthday is the official “Ring Day” of Middle Earth. The day Sam, Frodo and Gollum destroyed the One Ring at Mount Doom. Thranduil and Celeborn were able to bring down Dol Guldur and ironically, the delays actually made if possible for me to be right on that event on the day of Ring Day and Lee Pace’s birthday. Sometimes, not everything bad is bad–at least this time. But I’m very proud of Thranduil. He’s brought his kingdom beyond literary obscurity and into the spotlight mainstream media that has the strong possibility of doing things I never thought possible.–J.

Images: ©2012, 2013, 2014. Warner Brothers Pictures. The Hobbit: The Unexpected Journey, The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug, The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies. All Rights Reserved.

perfecttinyangels  asked:

Hi! Do you have any good tips on how to stop a binge? When I get the urge I can't stop. I had a really good streak for a month, but now I can't stop urges whatsoever. I try to drink greens tea and water but nothing has helped. Any ideas?

What I do, which I don’t think will work for everyone, is I drink coffee
It stops hunger cravings while giving you taste and if you think it’s going to be really bad add some milk. That works well for me because the coffee stops the cravings but also milk makes me feel kinda sick so it just puts me off food

Cockles at Chicon16 : Feel free to crop us out haha

( I was not prepared whatsoever for how fast the op went but we reversed the hearts and thumbs intentionally to be cute)

I knew that fucker didn’t have the balls to harass me. 

Now that I’ve turned off anonymous, they haven’t sent me one harassing ask in my inbox. I experimented with who it might’ve been (because I had an idea) and blocked them and after a while I have gotten no activity whatsoever in my inbox. They have lost their nerve and don’t apparently hate me enough where they would harass me without anonymous activated which makes them a fucking coward and a waste of human life. 

I don’t know when I’ll reactivate anonymous but I’ll let you guys know. I’ll keep it off during my trip but I won’t be able to see my inbox until I’m back so maybe I’ll get a good number of asks in there. Questions about my trip would be awesome to come home to! So I can share my experiences that I had in another country. 

But yeah sorry guys. Won’t be reactivating anonymous for a while.