but this is what i hear

Corvo stares into the Void too long.
  • The Outsider:Corvo, can you hear me?
  • Corvo:what is it now you floaty trickster toff
  • The Outsider:Corvo, come back. Delilah has become very powerful, she could take over the world
  • Corvo:she's already doing that
  • The Outsider:She stole my tv, too
  • Corvo:Don't you have access to every single tv throughout time, that's just floating somewhere in the Void?
  • The Outsider:I only have a monthly subscription to the Natural Whaling Channel.
  • Corvo:Fine, I'll help you, but if I see a word starting with "Dis-" and ending with "2", I'm gonna retire, like Daud

Don’t Let Anxiety Control You: You’re Fine 

I used to decide everything I did based on how I was feeling.

     I feel a little off?     
    Then it’s only natural I cancel every plan I had for today. It might be a sign of some sort of doom.

I might be exaggerating a bit (not really), but you get the idea.

I thought that was what I was supposed to do. Listen to your body: We hear this all the time. But listening to your body and being controlled by your feelings are not the same. They are not the same at all.

This is a common problem for people with anxiety. Because when we have anxiety, we tend to be hypersensitive to every little feeling inside our bodies. Especially if we have health anxiety.

    Uh, my forehead feels weird …      I better lie down until it gets better.

I was like this for so many years. And the urge to be like this still comes. But it’s important to know better. To replace this unhealthy habit of the mind with a healthy one.

I’ve never met anyone who tortured themselves with these thoughts and actually had a real problem.There is no problem. The problem is that we fear that there will be one in the next moment. And we try our hardest to avoid it.

So we constantly turn our attention inward, always keeping a watchful eye on every little sensation in our bodies. But if you search for a problem, you will find one.

Hypersensitivity amplifies everything. It creates problems where there are none. People who are hypersensitive to their own feelings make a huge deal out of sensations others would not even notice.

And once we notice, we become anxious. We might even panic. And so the feeling amplifies. It grows into a huge monster when it was only a harmless little feeling we weren’t even supposed to notice.

Now, I know that we do this because we think it keeps us safe. We constantly keep checking ourselves, that can’t be bad, right? We are just keeping ourselves safe. That’s what our minds say. But it couldn’t be farther from the truth.

What we actually do is miss out on our lives because of an imaginary threat in our heads. It’s like spending your life in a hospital, getting checkups every single day when there is nothing wrong with you. Let me repeat that again: There is nothing wrong with you. Let that sink in. 

When we don’t feel perfect, the urge might come to just lie down. Take time off. Wait until it goes away. That is absolutely the worst we can do. Read the rest>>

(via Don’t Let Anxiety Control You: You’re Fine)

okay so you know how sometimes you’ll hear the Badass Shounen Anime Protagonist spit ‘shimatta’ under his breath in frustration?

i finally found out what it meant

‘shimatta’, attached to a verb, expresses regret for an action you have completed.

Badass Shounen Anime Protagonist is literally muttering ‘I regret’

i thought they were swearing, but no

it’s just

‘I regret’

when people compare/confuse my comic with UT thats one thing bc t.fox seems like an alright guy but when ppl look at ghouls and ask “oh this reminds me of/have you read/you should really read [REDACTED]!!! its got cute skeletons too!!” and im like *tight smile + nodding* but inwardly im like MMMMMMMM bc the creator is. [screams with my mouth closed]

anonymous asked:

Do u think Ed Gein had a hard time hearing about his house burning down while he was locked up, like him thinking about his mothers things burning, never to b seen or touched, what do u think?

Yeah, I believe just the thought of his mother’s belongings being destroyed would have upset him as opposed to anything else in the house.

You always say you hate to see me hurt and you hate to see me cry. But of all those betrayal you did, will it never hurt me? Of all those lies that you tell me each morning, will it never made me cry? For goodness, bitches like you, it did, so much. After all, I started to wonder, of all those times did you just close your eyes? Now, I hate acting like I really don’t care, that I’m happy, that as if I do not know what’s really going on when in fact it’s tearing me inside. I hate to hear those words because I know at the end of the day it will just stay as words. Words died on your lips, on your lips full of thorns. I’m done with this bittersweet tragedy. My feelings was trying to confuse me like it would be my lost if I leave but no, that’s the right thing and I will appreciate more myself, I should say I will admire more myself if I left you.

Love Letters (Namjoon)

Originally posted by eatjin

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count:1,122

Summary: “I miss you”

A/N:I hope you enjoy reading this! The whole fanfic is a bit of a mystery so feel free to send in a explanation of what you thought the whole story behind the fanfic was about I would love to hear your responses!~J

Namjoon stared at the stack of envelopes for the seventh hundred time, sighing loudly he opened them.

Dear Namjoon,

Everyday without you makes me horribly sad, I want to come home, and I will very soon. I’m going to study at America for med school, but I will be back soon, so don’t you worry! Jin told me that you haven’t been sleeping as much, he says you miss me very much, but don’t worry, I’m coming home.


He smiled at the note, it was one of the letters he’s kept for years, he didn’t want to reopen them again, it would only remind him how long you’ve been gone. He grabbed the next letter, and unfolded the paper, the scent of the paper smelt just like your perfume.


I see that you might have missed my last letter, since you haven’t replied back, but that’s okay, I hope you’re not mad at me or anything for leaving to go to med school, in America, you understand that the education system there is very good, and you know I miss you so very much, I can’t write much longer, I think I might be coming back soon to visit. But until then, Goodbye!’ 

Namjoon knew that these letters brought back memories, in fact he remembered when you came back for Christmas, it shocked everyone, and it even did to him. Although no ones had seen Namjoon smile that big in months, it was truly a Christmas miracle. As he opened the next letter, he could feel the tears of sadness, he missed you so much, you were so far away from him.


I can’t express how happy I am at the moment, I finally aced the test I’ve been worrying about, I hope you’re proud of me! It’s so sad you can’t be here to tell me how proud you are of me, but that’s okay, because I will see you soon!’

Namjoon had never understand what you had meant by the last words, because you had not returned back to Korea, it had been years since he had gotten it and of course you had already been gone in America for too long, you probably enjoyed it more anyways. He wiped the tears, and read the next one.


You haven’t responded to any of my letters, Jin tells me that you have read them and you just won’t answer them, why? Have I done something? You know I love you!’

The letters started to get eerie, it was messed up of you to write such words, Jin had passed away when you had written that, so mentioning someone so dear to Namjoon couldn’t help but get some tears out of him. He wanted to stop reading these, but he had a dozen left and he needed to read them all. 


I miss you so much, my heart aches to hear your voice, I want to see you smile again, why are you always so sad now? Have I said something? Please reply back soon. :)’

Namjoon couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy, there was a lot of creepy things in your letters, how did you see him was a question the kept flying into Namjoon’s mind. He knew he had to finish so he ignored the uneasy feeling and pushed on.


Med school today was interesting, I think you’ll find them very interesting, since you are my little nerd. Anyways I have to go but hopefully we can talk more, and please do reply back, it’s getting lonely.’

He had three letters left and that was it, hopefully that was all of the letters and he could carry his life missing you.


I talked to Jin again today, he says he misses you very much and misses your rapping and singing. He wonders when you’ll produce something, he says you always smell his food cooking, but you never come down and eat. I of course miss you so very much, I hope that we can talk again, and I hope you get enough rest!’

Namjoons hands were shaking while holding the letter, he wasn’t sure how to feel about this, why was Y/n talking about Jin, when he’s already passed away? What’s going on? Those were the thoughts going through his head at the moment.


I want to say thank you for everything, I love you so much and I hope to see you again, but these will be the end of my letters for a long time, I promise when you send me one back, I’ll reply.’

Namjoon knew what the last letter was, he hated seeing the letter, it brought back so many bad memories. Hopefully he could get through the letter in one piece. 

‘Dear Kim Namjoon,

We hate to inform you this, but Y/n L/N, had passed away this morning on November, 4,2011, how she passed away, was suicide, we wish you our condolences and are giving you letters she addressed to you, hopefully you read them.’

Y/n had never sent any of her letters, they sat in a drawer waiting to be sent, the address, the mailing information were all there, yet she had not sent one of them. Namjoon never knew why though, Yoongi thought that maybe she was a bit crazy and she was a psycho since she talked about Jin as if he were alive. What Namjoon thought was odd was how Y/n kept asking him why he wouldn’t answer any of her messages.

Namjoon thought he should try writing a letter back, maybe that would help him get through this. 

‘Dear Y/n,

I miss you very much, and I hope you’re in a better place, I hope you and Jin can finally catch up, hopefully I see you one day. I love you very much and I miss you!


He felt a tear run down his cheek before it stained the paper, he knew he would make it worse if he rubbed it off so he let the tear stay. Namjoon left, leaving the letter on his nightstand.

The next morning, Jungkook ran into Namjoons room, trying to get him to wake up.

“Hyung wake up!” Jungkook screamed.

“What?” Namjoon mumbled.

“It’s Y/n! She sent you a letter” Jungkook says, frantically.

Namjoon shot up, grabbing the letter from Jungkooks hand, as everyone started to gather in the room seeing what Y/n had written. The letter had the address that was where you were studying in America, accompanied by a dead rose.

‘Dear Namjoon,

I’m so glad you finally sent a letter back, I miss you too!’

The letter was twisted, but so was this whole situation, how did she send the letter?

So I kind of made a mystery fanfic, if you have some ideas of how she sent it, or maybe your explanation on the whole fanfic send me it I would love to hear what you guys have to think, I’ll probably write a explanation to explain the whole fanfic.~J

m3zzamorphic  asked:

okay I definitely have one. I grew up in the countryside and we lived in this super old single story house. Along the back side of it was just a cornfield and some thick bushes. I was always scared to be back there when it got dark because I would hear things. One time after it got dark, we heard a loud scratching along the full length of the house on that side. When we looked the next morning there were huge sharp gouge marks running through the paint into the wood. Never found out what it was.

oh shit


Okay so I feel the need to ramble under this.

Behold, the only ever episode of F1 36.

‘What the fuck is that?’ I hear you cry.

36 is a series that NBCSN does, following an athlete from a sport that it broadcasts for, oddly enough, 36 hours. They also do it for IndyCar (it’s actually became IndyCar Chronicles so they can show more) and follows a driver over a race weekend. Go to IndyCar’s YouTube channel and you’ll find every episode that’s been made for it.

‘But shitty!’ I hear you cry, ‘This isn’t a race weekend, it’s barely even a day of Winter Testing!’

To that dear F1 Tumblr I say: Hence my effen rambling.

This show has been a joy to watch with IndyCar, to get a bit closer to the drivers over a race weekend, hear that bit of radio we don’t normally hear and see other moments that normally there wouldn’t be a camera round to catch.

Apparently team secrecy and, I’m presuming, Bernie’s golden 'give me your soul and you might see a driver without a helmet beyond what I allow’ tape pretty much stopped it in F1. It’s a shame too, look at all those wee moments within this episode, especially cooking with that family.

It’s also clear we got that and the bit with Felix in the helicopter because they couldn’t show more of the testing itself. We should probably be grateful we even got the seat fitting moment.

The thing is, even with the new owners of the series, I don’t see NBCSN making a second attempt. Sure Liberty Media might give them better access than Bernie might of allowed but they’ve still got the teams themselves to deal with. Teams that we’ve seen go 'OMG EVEN THOUGH TV IS TALKING TO RANDOM CELB/RETIRED DRIVER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STARTING GRID OUR CAR IS CLEARLY IN THE BACKGROUND! QUICK MANOUVER MECHANIC A AND F TO STAND IN THE WAY! A AND F! GO! GO! GO!’

It’s a shame because I think it’d work really well with some drivers we could probably just take most of Christian’s lines from this and replace Sebastian with Max and that’s his sound bites sorted especially those midpack or at the back who rarely get any time…


“Come on Silvia, how could you resist this?” Jamie boasted and Silvia chuckled at him. He flexed his muscles playfully, Ellis couldn’t look away. It was like looking at a trainwreck.
“What do you want Jaime huh?” she grinned “Is this some sort of trick?”
“I just want you to go out with me.” he said and Ellis felt like someone had hit him in the stomach. “I couldn’t concentrate in class all day with you sitting there and looking so cute.” he went on and Ellis started feeling sick. That was the exact words he’d said to Ellis just a week ago.
“Oh really?” she smiled “I had no idea.”
“You’re just so hot I couldn’t seem to hear what the teacher was saying anymore.” Ellis clenched his fist in anger hearing this.
“Aren’t you seeing somebody else right now?” she raised an eyebrow “You’re usually so popular.”
“Not exclusively.” he shrugged.
“Well I only see people, exclusively.” she explained.
“Well maybe I could make an exception.” he smirked.

“Did you RSVP to Edward yet, sir?”

“Not yet.Trying to decide if I want to deal with Fullmetal as a married man. I don’t need photos of Winry waved in my face every time I see him…”

The memories of Hughes’ behaviour made her chuckle; Edward was hardly going to follow in his footsteps. “Did you hear how he proposed, sir?” There was a note of amusement in her voice as she shuffled the papers, keeping her eyes trained towards the desk, a smirk on her face none the less.

“No. I can’t say it was a topic of conversation when he last called.” Roy glanced over, raising an eyebrow. “ What’s funny?”

“Alchemists. You are all the same.”

“Eh?” He looked genuinely offended, and it made her chuckle.

“He proposed using alchemic theory. You can have half. Equivalent exchange.”

He scoffed, eyes falling back to the report, spinning his pen between his fingers. “ Well, that’s ridiculous. Marriage is not equivalent exchange.”

“No, sir?” 

“No.” He didn’t look up, but leant his head in one hand, watching the pen as he spun it. “How could you give only half of yourself to someone in marriage? The whole damn point of marriage is to give 100%, well, technically more. You’re meant to be a better person for the one you love, so really it’s more like 110%. It’s much more alined with Alphonse’s principle of taking one, and giving two. If you really loved them, why would you only give half of yourself? That’s a bit of a cop out. Besides…” He paused, pursing his lips for a moment, before glancing over to her. “Half of one person is not equivalent to half of another. Some people are worth much more than others. It wouldn’t be equivalent exchange at all.”

Their eyes met as she looked up, frowning slightly.

“How can one person be worth more than another? That is ridiculous.”

“No it isn’t.” He tapped his pen against the desk, leaning back in his chair, a smirk beginning to form. “There are people in this world who bring happiness, who do good. They are inevitably worth a lot more than someone who causes pain or harm.”

“Maybe only to the person that loves them, that sees them that way.”

“That doesn’t meant they are wrong. It just means said person would have to work extra to be worthy of the other person’s life, to be a better person, to do more good, in order to deserve them.” 

There was silence again, before Riza sighed, rising to carry a pile of paperwork over to him, placing it before him with a chuckle. “You should put that theory of yours into practice, sir. Theoretical ideas are only as good as the practical result. You might be surprised by the outcome.”

“Don’t worry, I’m thinking about it.” That damned little grin of his played across his face as he lifted the first report, dark eyes meeting hers once more. “I’m a practical kind of guy.”

#11 - You Can Have Half


  • Nightmare:Hey Shaffy, highfive! *holds up hand*
  • Shaffy:...
  • Nightmare:Uh... Shaffy what are you doing with your-
  • Shaffy:IIIIIIIIEEEKK BODY CONTACT! *runs away*
  • Nightmare:...??? Is that a 'no'?
  • Nightmare:Shaffyyyyy.
  • Shaffy:What is it big bro?
  • Nightmare:I am a nightmare with needs.
  • Shaffy:*runs away*
  • Nightmare:... And by that I wanted to ask you if you could make food for me because I can't hold things with my claws, but... You ran away...
  • Shaffy:Big bro...?
  • Nightmare:Yeeess?
  • Shaffy:I wanna clearify that I want nothing from you, and that I really hate you.
  • Nightmare:I love you too.
  • Shaffy:*blushes* T-THATS NOT WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR!
  • Nightmare:I know you love me too.
Season 4 of The 100
  • Clarke:I'm dead in the City of Light with my soulmate Lexa.
  • Lexa:Once every episode you get a 5 minute fluff scene of Clarke and I being happy and safe and treated well, like we deserve.
  • Anya:I'm back and magically somehow in the CoL too with Lexa and I give her really great advice, and Clarke and I have an amusing love/hate dynamic.
  • Lincoln:I hang out with them sometimes. Also people appreciate me now.
  • Raven:I'm the main character now and immune to physical pain. Also I'm immortal, bitches.
  • Octavia:I realized I'm madly in love with Raven and most of this season is me trying to win her over which is not hard because I already have her whipped. And I'm the new commander and often travel to Arkadia to see Raven. I'm immortal too so the writers can't fuck up Octaven.
  • Pike:I'm dead.
  • Kane:I'm chancellor.
  • Abby:I'm just a doctor now, but I'm also a great mother figure to Raven.
  • Jasper:I'm still mental health representation but Improved. I don't blame women or Monty for my problems, and I'm nice to the CoL version of Clarke.
  • Monty:I'm a happy and peaceful little bean and I'm getting married to Jasper.
  • Harper:I'm allowed to acknowledge and work through my problems in a healthy way and experience the psychological damage that being tortured has brought me.
  • Bellamy:I went back to being awesome and reliable season 2 Bellamy, but I took responsibility for everything I did and I didn't get off easy and I paid a price for my crimes like everyone else. And I apologized to Clarke for being horrible to her. Also Miller and I are sarcastic assholes together and it's great.
  • Jaha:Jaha who?
  • Murphy:I'm free from Ontari and allowed to recognize my history of sexual abuse for what it actually was and I don't have to brush it off as if it's ok and I deserved better and realized this and now I'm back with Emori and Emori treats me very well and is very consent conscious and together we're like the Bonnie and Clyde of The 100.
  • Emori:I'm still cool.
  • Ontari:Octavia killed me and I am not in the CoL with the cinnamon rolls, I just don't exist. But Rhiannon Fish is still hot af.
  • Roan:I'm the unproblematic Azgeda king.
  • Niylah:I'm safe and happy and have a great gf
  • Echo:I'm in a very healthy and mutually respectful romantic relationship with Bellamy. #Echamy #Becho #happiness
  • Sinclair:I suddenly exist again and I am a great friend to Raven Reyes BECAUSE SHE DESERVES IT.
  • ALIE:I was destroyed. rip
  • Wells:I'm also somehow magically in the CoL and Clarke and I are best friends and I'm super supportive of her and Lexa and I'm the same great guy, perfect precious cinnamon roll, that I've always been.
  • Costia:I have a head.
He was so nice. Honestly, he walked up to me out of nowhere at Billboard awards, and no one does that. Like, in country music they do in the states, but in pop music people are very like too cool for school most of the time. So I thought it was really–he’s such a nice gentleman and he was so kind. I wrote a song for them on their first record and so it was really nice, he came up and thanked me and he was just such a gentleman.
—  Kelly Clarkson on meeting Harry at the Billboard music awards in 2015.