but you can never have too many


ASDFGHJKL;!!! WHAT! The future child story for our favorite characters are back! PART TWO IS HERE!!! Wow, I certainly didn’t expect that. And for the Baba fans, he is finally getting a future child story too~ There are too many things going on, so I won’t translate what’s on this announcement page until the long post (or never har har~).

ALSO! This time they’ve added the child’s POV too~ This is so interesting.

I have already purchased Eisuke and Soryu’s and I am in a dilemma as to which to read and spazz first. Voltage Inc you… good.

PS: You can expect a long post soon. As for which story… it’s still a surprise. ;)

She’s waiting.

So it’s probably already been done but i’m wallowing deep in the Wish hook junkyard and this attacked me out of nowhere. 

So I thought i’d share lol. Tagging @queen-mabs-revenge cos she’s mah Santiago. 

Detective Rogers has a lot of things on his mind that he can’t explain. 

He’s great at zoning out. He’s not sure if it’s something he’s learnt to do with the job or if he’s just always been a patient man, but it certainly comes in handy at times like this.

There’s an irritating fellow in front of him doing his best to order the most complicated of drinks, possibly only to get the satisfaction of making the barista’s life a misery. He seems the type of arrogant man that would sue the poor lad for getting the wrong texture of foam on his drink but… he doesn’t want to assume.

He stands with his arms meeting neatly behind his back, a firm and upright stance that resembles something out of the military. He’s not sure if it was something taught at the academy or if it again is just something that came naturally to him over the years.

As the arse in front who’s most certainly suffering from ‘little man syndrome’ continues to dictate to the young barista, he finds his gaze wandering aimlessly around the establishment.

Light wood chairs with the barest hint of fabric on the seat to make them at least appear comfortable to sit on. Plain walls with a mixture of painted stripes in shades of cream and brown he’s sure have names like ‘cream tea’, ‘hazelnut’ and ‘mocha’.

The display cooler is a mix of bottled sodas and plastic wrapped sandwiches that look both unappetising and stone cold. He’s sure they’ve been sitting there a while.

His eyes then land on the glass display that acts half as the service counter. An array of sweet treats litter the glowing glass container. Walnut cake, brownies, apple tarts, iced buns.

Iced buns.

He hasn’t seen one of those in-

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*Me Too*

Hands have touched
where they should never have been
Words have been said,
When they never should have been.

I would prefer to concent
instead of learning to defend
I prefer to feel safe
Than knowing only to feel scared.

Through touch
and words
and looks.
I can understand.

In my past things yet still haunt me.
those things will never leave.
they left a mark on me permanently
blackening my memory.

Makes me worry about the future
about how people see me.
i’ve been used as a toy.
is that all they can see in me.

I know it’s not just me
So let me make this clear.

the things i have gone through
Should never have been
The things others have gone through
Should never have been.

So let’s look at how many others
are opening up for this fight.We just want the world to know .
We just want the world to know.
That this just isn’t right!

So when you see a “Me too”
please try to understand.
We are not looking for pity.
but for you to see that this is a huge problem.

Please stand with us.
“Me Too”

~Veltra Fang

Long reblog chains

Are what this community was in the beginning. Some of the earliest blogs might remember. @probablybadrpgideas (or sometimes @probablyadrpgideas, @probablyimpossiblerpgideas, @probablymadrpgideas,…) would make a post, everyone would reblog it, maybe even multiple times. It was great fun. I didn’t even make my first original post until after ~1 month.

We can never get back to this. Even though this was the most fun time in this community, I don’t think we could ever get something similar. We are just way too many. And I don’t blame any of you for making your own blogs.

Does that mean you’re not supposed to reblog posts? No! If you have something fitting your theme, add it. I highly encourage you to. Don’t let anyone ruin the fun of this for you.

thorins-magnificent-ass  asked:

This isn't an ask so do what you will with this, but I head cannon Jesse as an old west history buff. So like you can never watch a single old western without him yelling at the tv about the inaccuracies of the costumes, and various other minute details that wouldn't bother anyone else. For some reason the idea of Jesse yelling at the tv about, "he has too many stripes on his costume to be a lieutenant" or "that is a traditional motif of the Cree not the Navajo!" makes me love him more.

Honey, all of the asks you’ve sent me I have greatly and I love the hell out of this idea. I’m treating it as an ask and I will add it to my list, western dork Mccree is the best

Ship meme

Tagged by @rikerssexblouse

It’s perfectly okay to use the same ship for multiple questions~ Just fill it out as best as you can. Link your own content wherever you can!!

First Ship you ever read fic for:  I didn’t know fanfic was a thing until I was watching Voyager as it aired, and was so in love with Tom and B’Elanna that I desperately searched the internet for any mention of them. Behold! Many pages of words people have written about them! I liked The Official P/T Collective on loony archivist A LOT.

First Ship you ever wrote fic for:  Technically I didn’t write it, because it never left my own head, but I used to tell myself so many self-insert stories where I, too, was a police officer at 21 Jump Street (the TV show!) and Tom Hanson loved me so much. (This was back when liking Johnny Depp was edgy and cool, and not evidence of exceedingly poor judgement.)

Ship you write the most now: You will not be surprised to hear it is Tom and B’Elanna.

Ship you read the most now:  You will not be surprised to hear it is Tom and B’Elanna.    

Newest Ship:  ShroomDoc. The scenes in episode 5 between Hugh Culber and Paul Stamets have made me a True Believer. Absolutely adorable and I am rooting for them so hard. 

Rare Ship you wanna read more of:  Not Trek! Steve Rodgers and Sam Wilson (aka Captain American and the Falcon). I am 100% convinced they are in love with each other. And Sam is WAY better for Cap than Bucky. 

Your taboo Ship: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

They never met in canon Ship:  Tom Paris and Lwaxana Troi. What started as a pithy response to an ask has taken over a sizable portion of my heart. 

Your unexpected ship: I’m going to go with Tom and Lwaxana again. Seeing as I think my fic about them is still the only one out there, clearly no one else was expecting them either. 

The ship you always forget to give love to:   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ship your OC with a canon character (if applicable): Mad Dog Maryam Paris (Tom’s grandmother) 100% hate fucked Lorca at least once. (Assuming the ages are right, I can’t keep track of these things.) 

A ship you’re embarrassed to ship: Amongst like-minded individuals? None of them. Amongst, say, my co-workers, who likely don’t even know what “shipping” is? All of them.

Your most romantic Ship: I don’t write Tom and B’Elanna particularly romantically. I don’t really seek out romance in the flowers and chocolates sense, honestly. I like witty banter, a (respectful) battle of wills, and taking care of each other type stuff. But I don’t think of that as romantic. 

Your sexiest ship: Tom and B’Elanna. Obviously.  

Your most tragic ship: B’Elanna and Chakotay, because of this fucking story that rips my heart out (in the best way possible) by @mia-cooper and because they aren’t supposed to be together but they are because they understand each other’s pain. 

A ship you want more content for: Isn’t this the same as the answer for rare ship I want to read more of? It’s definitely Cap and Falcon again, but I will always want to read more Tom and B’Elanna, so them, too. Also, if anyone wants to write more about Tom and Lwaxana, I give you my blessing as Creator the Ship. 

Tagged: I think everyone’s been tagged that I would tag. Have I tagged you in things before and you haven’t been tagged yet? Consider yourself tagged! Everyone consider themselves tagged! If you want to do this, go nuts! You don’t need my permission! 

The Houses as Video Game Things


Only picking the nice dialogue options. Carrying around way too much stuff because “what if it might be helpful later?”  Pausing a fight because you’re about to die and need to use a health potion. Being really good at puzzles and minigames. Balancing your skills so that you do well in a fight, regardless of the circumstances. Never wearing matching armor. Fighting the same enemy over and over again and cheering when you finally beat them. Panicking whenever dark music starts to play. Having to walk everywhere because you’re carrying too much to fast-travel.


Spending 2+ hours on the customize character screen. Getting emotionally attached to the NPCs. Using actual strategy to plan out your quests/fights. Always having a lot of money but never having anything to spend it on.  Spending all of your level-up points in one category.Never getting caught when you steal things, but only taking small items because you’re afraid that someone will notice if you take something big. Wasting a lot of lockpicks on something that doesn’t even have good items in it. Placing waaay too many manual map-markers because you can never find your destination otherwise.


Spending too much time on side-quests instead of working on the main objective. Accidentally walking into a ridiculously difficult battle when you’re only level 2. Using long distance weapons to fights the enemies because you’re terrible in close combat. Forgetting what quest you were working on because you got distracted by a hunt for a random object. Actually using resistance potions/spells/e.t.c. Having conversations with companions and unlocking extra quests. Forgetting which buttons on your controller do what and having to spend a couple minutes to figure it out.


Forgetting to save and having go way back to the beginning of the quest when you die. Screaming out loud whenever something scary happens. Getting lost in a location that you’ve been to 50+times. Sneaking? What is that? You run straight into the open and hope you won’t die. Not understanding what the different stats for your weapons mean and picking the one that looks the coolest. Always forgetting that you have helpful items and never using them when you need them.

That Keith vlog was so amazing I can’t stop thinking about it. I know it’s a cartoon, but I think it’s a testament to the things that can happen when you give a person a platform to speak their truth. I connect with Keith’s character because I empathize with the reactive feelings that are sometimes characteristic of people who have been hurt one too many times. Someone once said to me, “you’re not an angry person. You’re hurt.” I think the same is true for Keith. When you constantly have to adapt to survive trauma, it’s hard to break the instinctual patterns that got you through the worst of it. Unfortunately, those patterns don’t always translate to every situation or relationship you encounter. It can be difficult to change, especially if those patterns never failed you. It was awesome to hear him own that, and in a way validate his experience. Like y'all I’m over here almost crying because Keith needed that lmfao. Shoutout to Voltron for being awesome.

A thought: Modern flinthamilton AU in which Alfred is still a homophobic douchebag but they went ‘fuck you’ and got married anyway.

I call this “Thomas I don’t think your husband is listening to a single word you say…… he’s… distracted”

AU where your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your skin (bc every fandom should have one and this is my favourite fic trope ever)

Jack gets his words when he’s five years old. At first, he’s kind of confused.

“Maman,” he says, tugging at his mother’s shirt where she sits at the dining room table. He holds his arm up for her to see. “Je ne comprends pas!”

Alicia Zimmermann starts when she sees the words now permanently inked on her son’s forearm. They’re written in a loopy, pretty script down the middle of his arm, stark against his pale skin. She smiles when she reads the words – English, which he hasn’t yet learnt to read – and pulls him up into her lap. She holds his arm gently in her hands, and he pokes at the words suspiciously.

“Qu-est ce que c’est, Maman?”

“It’s your words,” she explains. “They’re the words that will tell you who your soulmate is.”


“Jack,” he looks away from his arm to meet her gaze, his confusion evident. Alicia pulls her jumper to expose her collarbone and the words written there. The handwriting is one Jack knows, recognizes pretty quickly as his father’s, but he’d never really considered the fact that the messy scrawl on his mother’s skin was actually written by his papa. “Everyone gets them at some point or other. Most people get them when their soulmate is born, but not always. Sometimes it’s a little later, or a little earlier, but the point is, there’s someone out there waiting for you.” She lets her jumper sit back in place and runs a gentle hand through her son’s messy black hair. “One day you’ll meet someone who says those words to you. You’ll know they’re your soulmate because it’ll be the first thing they say. Somewhere on their body will be the first words you’ll say to them.” Jack looks thoughtful.

“What do my words say, Maman?”

“Are you sure you can’t work it out?” Jack looks at his arm again, brow furrowed in concentration. His English reading ability is poorer than his French, and the handwriting is a bit too cursive for someone as young as him, but he’s always been determined. Alicia waits patiently as Jack mouths the words slowly, working them out in his head, trying to sound the letters into something he understands.

It’s five minutes before he smiles again, clearly pleased with himself. Whatever he’s worked out is evidently a sentence he understands from the way he bounces excitedly.

“Maman, I know what they’re saying!”

“You know what your soulmate is saying?”

“Oui. I know what they will say.” He takes a deep breath as he looks back down at his arm, running a small finger underneath the words as he reads them carefully out loud. His mother praises his reading, and after a few more minutes of questions about soulmarks the day returns to normal.

It’s only later, when he’s curled up in bed with his stuffed whale toy tucked against his body that he remembers the words again. He pulls back the sleeve of his pajamas to see the words still stark and clear on his skin, even in the low glow from his night light. He whispers them into the air wondrously. For all his excitement now, over the coming years his faith that the words will be spoken with good intention fade and fade as he learns more about the world.

By the time he’s fifteen he covers the words in a long arm sleeve specially designed to hide soulmarks. He only takes it off to shower, and never lets Kent see what’s beneath it. His mother tries to broach the topic once, suggests carefully that soulmarks are rarely ever said in the way one thinks, but his anger makes her sigh and leave it alone. She does encourage him to see a new therapist though, increasingly aware of his unimpeded anxiety over soulmarks and everything else. He feels guilty at his reaction to her concern so he reluctantly agrees to talk to someone about it. They’re better than the last one, and though they specialize in soulmate-related anxiety they quickly latch on to the fact that there are a lot more pressing things endangering Jack’s mental health. His visits are upped to thrice a week, and his prescription is swapped for something less intensive. It doesn’t rid him of anxiety, but it does help. He ends up making some changes to his life that help to lift some of the weight off his shoulders, and everything begins to feel more manageable.

When he’s drafted first pick to the Providence Falconers he’s in a tentatively good place. He’s happy about his team, pleased for Kent as he heads to Las Vegas with the Aces, and feels surprisingly positive despite the pressure the draft had put on him. The future looks brighter, clearer, and as he settles in during his first night in his new Providence apartment, he feels the urge to look at his words for the first time in years.

They still sting when he sees them, an old wound reopened, but he takes deep breaths. The writing is prettier than he remembers, and he almost chuckles at the thought that there’s someone out there with his god-awful handwriting on their body. He sobers up almost instantly, though, running a finger across the words like he did so many years ago. He knows what they mean: that his soulmate doesn’t want him, that he’s a disappointment, that he’s never going to have a relationship like his mother and father do with his soulmate. As he stares at the words he thinks that at least now he can probably deal with it. He’s got a great team and a promising future; a best friend; a much less strained relationship with his father. He knows, now, that he’s not a disappointment to his parents, even if he is to himself or his soulmate. He lives in a nice apartment in a nice area. He thinks he might get a dog.

Despite the hurt they cause, Jack finds himself pressing a soft kiss to the skin of his words, closing his eyes for a brief moment, desperately trying and failing to imagine a way someone could say these words and still want him.

Oh no, he recites in his head, those words that have been impossible to forget, it can’t be you.

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love for the signs
  • aries: i love you because you're fiercely, genuinely, mercilessly yourself. with a whip-sharp tongue and bright eyes, you are all i admire and all i ever want to be. you say what's on my mind - you are like part of my soul. you remind me of who i am, and i'm never more sure of myself when i'm with you.
  • taurus: i love you because you're so warm and soft. i am undeserving of your gentleness, your tenderness, your patience and comfort - but you offer it to me anyway. you hold me up when i'm in danger of falling down, and you make me laugh when i feel like all i'd rather do is cry. you are forever my guardian angel, and i could never be thankful enough.
  • gemini: i love you because you make me feel alive. it's like life comes into focus when you are around - everything is vivid, interesting, beautiful. you're like a shot of oxytocin when the darkness comes creeping in, and i could never get enough of you.
  • cancer: i love you because you feel like home. we may not see eye to eye, but you stand by me when i need it most. you are the rock keeping steady by my side, and there is a quiet familiarity you bring that always puts me at ease. you are my family.
  • leo: i love you because you make me feel like i am the brightest star in the sky. you treat me like a princess, and your vivacity makes my heart deliriously happy no matter the circumstances. you are the light of my life, radiant and unforgettable.
  • virgo: i love you because you are like stable ground in the middle of an earthquake. you ground me, see into me - not past me like so many people do. you help me feel okay when things feel anything but. you are unchanging in the face of chaos, and i know i can always turn to you.
  • libra: i love you because you never push me too far. i don't feel like i have to act around you - unlike others, you don't expect anything from me, and it's a freedom more relieving than words can explain. you let me be without a mask, and sometimes that's all i need.
  • scorpio: i love you because we don't need words. i can count on you to have my back when it counts, and you understand when i need silence more than conversation. you know the importance of quiet, and i appreciate that more than you know.
  • sagittarius: i love you because you see my potential. you are my inspiration, my brilliant epiphany - you make life something fresh and new, filled with adventure and excitement. you make me believe that there is so much on the horizon. with you i could forget my problems - you are irreplaceable, my elixir like nothing else.
  • capricorn: i love you because you try your very best. you may not be able to read my mind, but you put your entire heart and soul into doing whatever you can for me. sometimes it's not the result that counts but the effort, and you prove that to the furthest extent.
  • aquarius: i love you because you bring me back to reality. you not only listen, but you speak, and your honesty means everything to me. you never judge me - instead, you take everything i give you and try to help me with all your heart. your dedication is unwavering, and no matter how deep under i am, you never let me drown.
  • pisces: i love you because you are so damned strong. you've been through so much shit, and yet i know that you'd drop everything in a second to help me. despite everything you've suffered, you still look at life like it's the best thing you've ever been given. i don't deserve your support and optimism, but you have the best heart of anyone i've ever known - and i know that somehow, it's always open for me.

The Losers Club as Teachers

- health teacher
- The students watch documentaries like every day
- Along with worksheets with the movies too
- But will lecture the fuck outta the class too like he goes hard
- “You all should wash your hands after this class, do you know how many other students have sat in these seats and touched the desk’
- Loves the kids so much he’s actually really chill
- Takes them on a walk on their school trail occasionally

Richie -
- drama teacher (also dabbles in choir)
- loves the kids so much
- Will put on a play and as many mini plays as he can
- Will take the kids to a Shakespeare museum
- Cusses in front of the kids but the office and board don’t know and never will
- “Okay listen you lil shits we are gonna have a field trip to Mr. Kaspbraks- I mean Mr. Toziers room I left him my charger and I need it back every man for himself
- He and Eddie are married I forgot to mention that

Beverly -
- art teacher
- Is literally a mom for the kids
- “Do you need to talk about anything?”
- Encourages kids to paint and draw whatever they want, she hates the guidelines and standardized testing
- On the last day of school she gets as many supplies as she can and does a project with them
- Like shaving cream on the desk
- Or a big tarp set up outside to throw paint on
- Or for the seniors, she gets a big rock and tells them to write whatever they want
- Cool Mom™

Mike -
- history teacher
- Very passionate, I think that’s why all the kids love him
- Cause they actually learn instead some mediocre teacher drilling useless information in their skulls
- Loves field trips
- “Okay y’all movie day”
- Brings food for the students in case they get hungry or can’t wait till lunch or still hungry after lunch cause he’s so sweet
- Likes to talk about not only history but his history with friends and family and the students just love it

- English teacher
- Library days are on Friday
- “Today is Friday come on let’s go!”
- Likes to take them outside to read when they do book reports
- He still writes poems for Beverly
- Whenever she stops by his class, before she leaves, she says “your hair is winter fire, January embers’
- And Ben is blushing in front of his students but he still says ‘my heart burns there too’
- And the whole class feels like they’re third wheeling

- Science teacher
- Takes his first period outside to see if the the moon is still up
- Takes them on a field trip to a bird sanctuary
- Loves the kids but he’s still so done with them too
- “If y’all don’t quiet down I’ll release a hawk on you guys”
- Rarely puts on movies but does like to discuss with the class ideas for projects and experiments
- “Have a nice weekend now get outta my class”

- psychology teacher
- Watched documentaries on the reg
- “Quiet down and watch the movie please’
- Sadly he still stutters a bit but the students are super sweet and give him time
- A kid wrote a book when they graduated and based a super cool character off ‘their favorite teacher ever’
- Bill cried
- No field trips cause it’s an elective but he does like to do debates and take them to the auditorium to do tests and quizzes

Georgie -
- wants to work in art like Beverly
- Still in college tho
- Volunteers at daycares and likes to do arts and crafts with the kids
- ‘Finger painting day!”
- Loves his brother and friends

They all work at the same school (besides Georgie) and everyone calls them the teachers club cause they’re all together when they get the chance, but they still deem themselves as the Losers Club


He might press her close now till the muscles knotted on his arms […] There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”


Aries: Festoon the world in the remnants of all the fucks you once gave. They aren’t doing you any good and they’ll make for festive decorations.

Taurus: Do not eat the beans. They’ve begun sprouting legs and we want to see where this goes, but a batch got mixed into the food bin…so. Err on the side of caution.

Gemini: Feed them to the wolves. They’ve done the same to you. Sometimes there’s no room in your chest for forgiveness.

Cancer: Listen.
No really, just listen.

Leo: Rabbit skulls make interesting hand puppets.

Virgo: Keep your demons close. They’ll keep you warm.

Libra: Sometimes no one can tell if the noises exiting your mouth are just wheezing grumbles of displeasure or a cry for help. It could be both. Who knows. 

Scorpio: The nightmares won’t go away on their own. Feed them sweetmeats, lure them into a cage, and then set them aflame.

Sagittarius: Your heart beats too fast and loud to have a high stealth stat.

Capricorn: If you put a tally mark on your arm every time you decide you’ve fucked up, you’re going to run out of room in a day and it will only decrease your sense of self worth.
Keep track of something else - Like how many flowers you see or some shit.

Aquarius: No one can make your choices for you, but that won’t stop them from trying. Destroy them.

Pisces: Thinking is very bad for you. It causes thoughts. Never good when you have those.

Don’t Doubt Your Writing

Anonymous asked: “Any advice for the crippling self-doubt with writing? I do short stories and I never think they’re good enough.”

Get ready for probably one of the worst pep-talks ever written. The first time I heard someone say (and not to me actually), “No one asked you to be a writer,” was probably the first time I realized I didn’t actually have to write. 

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