can she live though

a restful home.

real talk about alicia clark in 3x05 for a second and how this arc of hers is actually a brilliant piece of storytelling like… 

if ftwd was a classic literature novel, your 11th grade english lit teacher would be lecturing on how alicia clark’s self-destructive spiral is an allegory for the millennial let down and apathy of the 21st century.

alicia clark grew up as an upper middle class millennial, in a nice suburb home, with a nice, seemingly well-rounded nuclear family. she and nick probably played little league soccer and have a box in the attic of old metallic plastic trophies.

she tuned out her world in favor of her ipod, lost herself in her studies because she was college would be the key to getting whatever she wanted out of life.

and now? all that pretty, painted ‘you can be whatever you want when you grow up! you can change the world!’ bullshit has been ripped away from her worldview and she sees the truth.

alicia clark could be a normal twenty-something going through her quarter crisis. useless college degree that put her tens of thousands of dollars in debt, dreams of saving the whales and ending world hunger crushed for the monotony of filing papers and learning microsoft excel.

english teacher’s lecture? all those zombies are corporate workers, dragging ass all day to get no where. lost in capitalism, in the draw of their cell phones. no recognition of the world around them, just consume, consume, consume…

alicia clark’s existential crisis is great television because it’s fucking relatable. all the pleasure has been sucked out her life in favor of survival. while she runs from zombies, we’ve got master’s-educated people working for minimum wage (or less). we’ve got brilliant young men and women who are always one mistake away from living on the streets or going without food this month. (or one congressman away from losing our health coverage for vital, lifesaving medications.)

it feels like it’ll never end. the struggle just brings more struggle. there’s little hope.

she tries drugs and sex and activities like cliff diving to feel something, to enjoy a moment in her miserable fucking existence. we… also do drugs and have sex and enjoy high-adrenaline activities lol, but additionally have the luxury of shit like enjoying our avocado toast and sending snapchat videos with silly dog filters and playing pokemon go for 8 hours a day, because if you can’t fucking get anywhere with the skills and degree that you worked on your whole life, at least you can smile for a moment when you finally evolve your bulbasaur.

idk, alicia clark’s existential crisis is brilliant and i’m loving it. rock on, my broken lil bean.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a blurb where Gemma and Anne don't like Harry's girlfriend and think she's using him for money. Harry doesn't know and then finds out and is really upset about it

“’ello?”

“Harry, how many times do I have to tell you?”

“That I’m the fittest bloke you’ve ever laid eyes on?” She could hear the smirk through the speaker of her phone, knowing that he knew damn well what she was talking about. “As many times as you want.”

“You know what I’m talking about.” She wasn’t angry, per se- just overwhelmed, for lack of better words, at how much he spoiled her. “Just because I remarked how nice a bracelet was last week doesn’t mean I wanted it.” She sighed, the sparkle of the diamond on said bracelet catching the sun from where she had it laid on the kitchen table in front of her. “And if I did happen to want it, I could buy it for myself.”

“Know you could.” He didn’t sound the slightest bit phased because she put up an argument every time. “Just wanted to spoil my girl,‘s that really such a crime?”

“Yes.” She was quick to answer. “I don’t want you thinking I’m only here for the gifts and the money.”

“I know you’re not.” He shook his head, despite knowing she couldn’t possibly see him. “But it’s my way of showing you how much you mean to me.”

Admittedly, it warmed her heart how much thought and love was behind each and every gift, none of them were ever just a splurge of money because he felt like he had to buy her over.

“And I’m really thankful, but I honestly don’t need gifts to see that you’re genuine about us.” Her voice was much softer now. “Just- promise me you’ll stop spending your money on me all the time? I really do appreciate it but it would make me much happier to see you spend it on one of your ridiculously expensive scarves or something.”

“A’right I promise.” He sighed jokingly, as if she was asking a lot off him. “I hope you know I’m only going to go crazy on your birthday and at Christmas, though.”

“I guess I can live with that.” She reasoned and he chuckled.

He was one of only a few others sitting in the departures lounge of the airport and he was thankful for his own space in the corner, happier to bicker with his girlfriend than to make small talk with anyone else. After speaking for a little while longer, the voice on the speaker announced his flight, notifying him that there was only five minutes until the gates closed.

“I’ve got to go love but I’ll see you later on.” He stood up, throwing his carry on over his shoulder and making his way towards his gate.

“Ok, call me when you land safe.”

“Will do.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

//

On her way to the airport, (y/n) decided she could kill a bit of time by calling in with Gemma as it would beat sitting on an uncomfortable metal bench for god knows how long until Harry’s flight came in. She also figured she could pick up his charger that he mentioned leaving there last week.

Having only been with Harry for just under 10 months, she had met Anne and Robin four times, Gemma three and Des just once. There was the whole formal ‘meet the parents’ meal a few months in and, afterwards, it was a rare occasion that she was able to travel with Harry to see them on his time off- she did have her own work commitments after all.

Despite that, she wasn’t entirely nervous about meeting with Gemma again; she seemed easy enough to talk to when Harry was present so she was sure going solo wouldn’t make a huge difference. After pulling up to the apartment block and being allowed to walk on ahead through by the security guard who had come to know who she was, she made it up to the fourth floor in a matter of minutes and gave a light knock on the oak-wood door.

“Hi!” She greeted the female clone of her boyfriend as soon as the door opened. “I was on my way to the airport to get Harry but figured I may as well drop in to say hello and pick up his charger for him.”

“Couldn’t he have done that once he landed?” She tried to ignore the bitter tone to her voice, deciding instead to laugh it off.

“He’s usually too tired to function after a long flight.” She laughed.

“I know.” She gave her a pointed look. “He’s been my brother longer than he’s been your boyfriend, y’know.”

This time, she decided to stay silent and chose not to address the bitterness in her voice. Without any further word, Gemma trudged back through her flat. Not knowing if she was welcome to follow or not, (y/n) hovered awkwardly by the doorway before deciding to just follow her anyway.

She could hear her talking to someone in the kitchen, but couldn’t make out – and didn’t really have an interest in- what they were saying.

“Hi, Anne.” She gave her a warm smile once realising who the voice belonged to on her arrival to the kitchen. “It’s lovely to see you again.”

“Thanks.” She gave her a tight lipped smile, not bothering to maintain any eye contact.

“I’ll just get that charger then-“

“New bracelet?” Anne nodded to the diamond link on her arm; the brand new one that had only arrived from Harry mere hours ago.

“Oh.” She looked down at it. “Yeah.”

“How’d you afford that?” The harshness in Gemma’s voice was painfully obvious now and (y/n) didn’t miss how her mother winced slightly at the tone she had certainly not been brought up to use, but she didn’t bother reprimanding her.

“Harry got it for me.”

“Of course he did.” She laughed a dry, bitter laugh. “Just like everything else you own.”

She was taken aback to say the least and couldn’t find any words to answer with, because what exactly could she answer with?

“What she means is that you seem to be getting an awful lot off Harry lately.” Anne tried to ease the awkward atmosphere in the room but didn’t back down on defending her son from someone she thought was taking advantage of him.

“I don’t-“

“I mean, if it’s not him taking you out everywhere and paying the bill every time, it’s you getting these expensive gifts off him.”

“I don’t ask him to.” She was making a poor effort at defending herself against the two strongly opinionated women, sounding nothing short of timid and nervous. “I don’t like when he buys me things all the time.”

“Sure you don’t.” Gemma rolled her eyes. “Listen, Harry’s an adult and neither of us two can tell him who or what he spends his hard earned money on. But we just wanted to make it clear that we can see you for exactly the way you are and we’ll never accept someone into the family who takes advantage of him.”

“Gem-“

“No, Mum.” She snapped. “You said it yourself. Harry only thinks he’s in love and she’s taking advantage of that.”

She looked to Anne for confirmation that she hadn’t said such a thing after being so nice when Harry was there, but when her head stayed bowed down, eyes focused on the table, she took a deep breath and stuttered out a quiet “I’m sorry.” Before bolting to her car where she would be able to let out the hurt she was feeling.

//

Landed safe. Just getting my bags xx

In the café x

“Boo.” (y/n) jumped, startled from where she was in deep thought and didn’t have to fake the smile on her face when the familiar feeling of her boyfriend’s arms were engulfing her. “Well, somebody certainly missed me.” He laughed, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I did.” She mumbled into his shirt.

“C’mon, let’s get home, yeah?” He suggested.

“Do you want a coffee before we go?” She asked, pulling a note from her purse that would cover the price of a coffee each.

“I’d love one, actually.” She stopped him when his hand went to the pocket of his jeans where he kept loose change.

“I’ll get it.”

“Love, ‘s only a coffee.” He smirked. “Am I not even allowed to treat you to that now?”

“Not when I’m fully capable of buying it myself Harry!” Her volume had increased slightly, but not to the point where she was drawing any unwanted attention to them. “I do have a job, you know.”

“I’m aware.” He spoke slowly, trying to read her expression.

“And could you please take this,” She pulled the bracelet off her wrist. “back? I’m sick of you throwing away all your hard earned money on me.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to stay right where she was until he figured out what the hell was going on in her head. “What’s this all about? Where did you take this notion?”

“I’m not taking advantage of you.”

“No one said you were, poppet.”

Everyone says I am!”

“Well I don’t care what everyone says,” He shrugged. “I know you’re not.”

“You only-“ She took a shuddering breath in. “You only think you love me.” His face fell at her statement. “And I’m taking advantage of that.”

“No this isn’t-“ He shook his head. “This isn’t you. Is this the fans? I’ve told you not to look at what they’re saying.”

“No, it’s not the fans.”

“Who, then?”

She didn’t want to tell him; didn’t want to be the reason for a possible argument with his mother and sister. But the desperate look on his face made her want to take away all his worries.

“It doesn’t-“

“Who, (y/n)?” He was more stern now.

“Your mum and Gemma just pointed out a few things.” She swallowed. “I don’t blame them for thinking how they did.” He looked confused, angry and hurt that two of the people he cared most about were saying such things about one of the other people he cared deeply for. “It could be true-“

“It’s bullshit.” He asserted. “Complete and utter bullshit.”

“Harry-“

“Let’s go home.”

//

Much later that night, Harry crawled into bed after having a shower and could tell by how his girlfriend was breathing that she wasn’t asleep, but was still facing away from him. He decided to give her space but laid one hand on her hip, tracing mindless little patterns.

“I called mum earlier.” She didn’t respond with words but he seen how her shoulders tensed up. “I made sure she knew how wrong that was of them to say such things about you.” Still no response. “She just worries sometimes but I’ll not let them speak to you like that again.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Her voice was cracked with the emotion that had built up inside her all day.

“It’s because I love you.” He placed a kiss on her shoulder blade. “And I know I do.”

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One of the best things that akame ga kill has done for it’s villain is how it sets her up for episodes upon episodes to be a horrible, cruel, murderous woman with no sense of morals or justice and then completely flips that on it’s head once you finally get to know her. Turns out that she’s actually quite loving and quirky and values the lives of her comrades and those that she has taken a liking to. That’s not to say that these personality traits immediately make her a good person and erases all the horrible things that she’s done, I think it’s just the opposite, because it kind of gives the viewer a bit of a mental conflict. The more that she acts like a giant goon and messes around, and the more that she holds her soldiers close as the cry, the more that you get attached to her and the more that you want to see her survive, even if it means that she’s going to have to fight and kill some of the heroes to do so. 

It’s also almost endearing and admirable how she aligns herself with the empire even though they do so much wrong. She’s completely aware that they’re not a good country and they do horrible things but to her all she care about is a good conquest. If she can continue to become stronger and fight stronger opponents then she doesn’t care what the empire does but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t care what side she’s on. It’s evident by her conversations with Tatsumi that she would never betray the empire even if it means that she might have to fight him one day, though she’s also very sure that she’ll be able to bring him on her side and train him in her image, but her love for her country runs deep, she would never be able to defect like Akame or the boss. 

ACOTAR and ToG Cross Over Headcanons

Requested by @bookworm-addict

Masterlist here :)

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ToG and ACOTAR universes meeting

-I know you think Aelin and Rhys would be the ultimate Brotp but have you thought of CASSIAN AND AEDION??? I feel like in another life they would’ve been fuck buddies. Just putting it out there.

-And FENRYS AND CASSIAN??? The best of the friends.

-Like Aedion and Fenrys would slot perfectly into our bat trio it’s lovely.

-I feel like Rowan and Azriel would understand each other on a spiritual level. Like something that transcends their different universes. It would’ve gone something like Azriel: Woman are so hard to understand. Rowan: Fuckin tell me about it.

-AMREN AND MANON GUYS. Like people would be honestly terrified to go into rooms when they are together. Except Elide. She would scoff and act like the two woman are kittens that have escaped their enclosure.

-Feyre, Mor and Amren would stop and stare eyes wide the moment they saw Fenrys and Connall together. They’d just mutter “Twins? Twinssssss.” Over and over again.

-Despite the fact that they are all in loving relationships they don’t mind appreciating the obvious good looks of everyone else. However all it takes is one up and down look towards Rowan from Mor at the wrong moment and Aelin snaps. She is the most territorial Fae to ever have lived and the growl she shoots towards Mor makes Feyre go to Mor’s side and bare her own teeth. Upon seeing Feyre, Lysandra backs up Aelin and alllllll the men in the room collectively shit themselves over the possibility of these women fighting each other.

-It blows over after Lil Evangeline stalks up to Lysandra and pulls her down by her sleeve and whispers something in her ear. Lysandra nods and asks the room where the closest bathroom is. Lucien smiles politely and offers to escort the ‘Little Lady’ (unsurprising Rhys came up with that one) to the bathroom. He holds out his arm for her to take like any gentleman would but she just gasps when she sees him and excitedly says “We match!!” While pointing at the scars on their faces. It breaks the hearts of everyone in the room that Little Lucien and the Little Lady have so much in common. Elain gets especially sad and walks forward and crouches down so that she can be eye level with Evangeline when she talks to her. With that the tension in the room disappears.

-So like everyone’s met Dorian and Manon and no one can quite figure out if they’re a thing or not??? Like Dorian is this beautiful affectionate soul and Manon is lowkey a monster? Not even a nice monster she’s barely pleasant to anyone. It’s not until they all sit down for dinner or something and Nesta (one of the people Manon likes) and Dorian politely asks her if he can sit there instead. She says yes of course and Dorian sits down and they all start eating in their merry way. Everyone’s eyeing Manon and Dorian (who are subtly holding hands under the table) and she’s honestly so sick of it so when he’s finished eating she turns his face towards her and kisses him hard and deep, pretty much answering anyone’s questions about their relationship. (Feyre and Rhys also catch Manon whispering to Dorian how much she’s loves him when she thinks no one can hear her and the pair find it quite cute honestly.)

-Rhys and Feyre don’t know whether to like Aelin or be deathly terrified of her. It’s not until they go to the Rainbow and Aelin embraces the music and life that they figure out she’s just like them and no one that appreciates music that much can be that bad.

-There’s this one very emotional night where they all tell each other their stories. There’s no one in the room who hasn’t gone through something horrible and traumatising and speaking about it with people who really understand is nice. Rhys understands how Aelin can be horribly upset about her past even though she lived in wealth. He understands how she could still care even if she 'wasn’t suffering as much as other people’.

-Lorcan and Azriel always run into each other in the middle of the night. Like they’re both fetching stuff for their wives but are to cautious to talk to one another. Eventually they do talk to each other when they run into each getting midnight snacks and they actually get on really well. Lorcan understands the dark side to Azriel that he struggles to deal with and Azriel understands how difficult it can be having a unique and rare power.

-Look, I’m not saying there would be kinky foursomes. But I’m also not saying there wouldn’t be kinky foursomes.

-Everyone agrees that Fenrys and Connell are the most the most beautiful things to ever be born.

-So the Cadre are all serving Aelin and wouldn’t have it any other way but it’s also really nice for them to see someone else who is a great ruler and who sincerely cares about that fate of their kingdom.

-Chaol is fast friends with Tarquin. Both men are new untested/unexpected leaders trying their best to make a difference.

-Our bat trio challenges Dorian and Chaol to a game of cards thinking they could swindle them but little do they know Dorian’s been doing that to people for years and Chaol’s always been there to back him up. It’s a super intense game that either side is constantly winning and losing.

-Feyre takes Aelin to that one shop. You know, the one with the underthings. Aelin goes wild and buys so much lingerie that Feyre has to help her carry it back.

-Mor feels put out that there’s another strong blonde woman taking the attention of her friends but all it takes it one conversation about clothes and Aelin and Mor become besties.

-Cass and Aedion have a HUGE conversation for hours swapping war tactics and comparing Cassian’s armies to Aedion’s bane. They then have a huge session where they show off all their scars and the stories associated with them all.

-Lys turns into different people just to fuck with them. Like the inner circle all know that Lys and Aedion together but when they see Aedion kissing some random chick they’re positivity scandalised. And then there’s this Ghost Leopard just following him around and no one knows where it came from. Lys changes into random woman like Aelin of Mor and messes around and waits for someone to notice.

-Feyre gives Dorian lessons on how to harness his power. Because she has magic from all courts she’s the closest person he’s ever met to having raw magic and to mastering it so she’s actually really helpful. (More helpful than Rowan even).

-Lucien and Aelin go head to head with their fire magic. They end up just messing around though and playing jokes then it being an actual competition.

-They all just slot so well together and all enjoy branching out to all these new friends when previously they’ve all been more or less secluded to the same group.

comicbookcrazy  asked:

Rodimus flirting with Megatron? X3

When your friend sees her old boss while you two are out, but you a lil’ shit so you make things even more awkward for everyone by hitting on the most dangerous criminal in the city.  XD

Character Headcanons Post BFTD

 Because I’ve been working on this for months now. 

Also, this got really long really fast. 

Arya: Arya spends the rest of her life traveling, never staying in one place for very long. She wants to see as much of the known world as she can and she does-she journeys from the Wall to the tip of Sothryos, to the Jade Sea and Qarth and a few places even she won’t talk about. Her nieces and nephews love her because she tells the best stories and she always has gifts from exotic locations. Eventually she buys a manse in Braavos, though she doesn’t use it very much and often leaves the doors open as a refuge for the poor. She says that she never uses her skills as a Faceless Assassin again, but no one’s quite sure if they believe that. Her voyages get more and more ambitious, and finally when she’s in her late fifties she announces that she’s going to sail to the Summer Islands. The last known record of her is in Yi Ti; she never returns to Westeros, but her relatives all have their own ideas on what happened to the fierce she-wolf. A couple, with no imagination, believe that she drank herself to death in a drug den somewhere, others believe that she traveled far east past Asshai and saw new lands no one can imagine. Those who knew her best suspect that she still lives on, though perhaps not as Arya Stark, having the most amazing adventures.

Sansa: Sansa becomes Lady of Winterfell and marries the son of a northern lord after she finds herself pregnant by him. She assumes that she will never love him, and she’s right-she never finds the all consuming true love that Jon and Dany have, but very few people do. However, she and her new husband grow to love each other dearly and eventually have four children: the twins, Rickon and Willard; Margaery; and Eddard. She is always well loved throughout the Seven Kingdoms, not just by the Northerners, because of her sweet disposition and her unwillingness to compromise on the matters that are very important to her. She’s especially a role model for girls who aren’t as ‘radical’ as the Queen but still want to take an active role in their own family lives. She remains close with her children for her entire life and passes away peacefully in her sleep at the age of seventy eight, surrounded by her children and grandchildren.

Tyrion: Tyrion serves as the Hand of the King and Queen for the rest of his life. After the Battle for the Dawn he rarely leaves King’s Landing; he never marries and never has children, although he is known to frequent brothels from time to time. He always gets on well with the dragons, although he’s never a dragon rider himself; the royals give him a fossilized dragon egg for his eightieth birthday (after they’re sure it can’t be hatched). He also gets on well with the children; although he sometimes says they’re annoyances he still watches them as young children when their parents have matters of state to attend to and he often gives the best gifts because he pays special attention to what each child likes. He advises Rhaneyra and Daeron during the first year and a half of their reign but passes away at the age of eighty two of a liver illness. He never tells anyone that anything is wrong; he dies peacefully in between meetings, after having just advised Queen Rhaenyra on a particularly tricky diplomatic situation. He has no regrets; he saw both Jon and Dany find happiness and watched their children grow up and the realm prosper. 

Davos: Davos works as a head advisor to Sansa Stark and stays on in Winterfell. He takes a special interest in the Stark and Targaryen children; he’s the closest thing to a grandfather any of them have. He’s also calm and level headed in times of crisis and defuses many potential conflicts; he dies the winter of his seventieth year of a lung infection.

Jon and Dany: Jon and Dany rule the Seven Kingdoms after the Battle. For the first part of their reign, all of their efforts are concentrated on rebuilding the wrecked kingdoms-and on raising their children, and the new baby dragons (more on them to come). Neither ever truly stops having nightmares about the atrocities they witnessed, but they often hide from their children how severe the dreams can be. They lead the Seven Kingdoms into a time of stable peace and prosperity, continued by the next two sets of rulers after them (Rhaenyra and Daeron and Rhaella and Aerion); the triad are considered to be the best rulers since Jaehaerys and Alysanne. Although they’re not perfect, they’re beloved by the kingdoms and they make strides to make the Seven Kingdoms more autonomous. They also strip power from the Faith and allowed freedom of worship-or no worship at all-and elevate women’s gender status by declaring their firstborn child heir to the throne hours after her birth. Most historians believe that Daenerys sets the first foundations in place for a movement for women’s equality, when the Kingdoms see how well she ruled along with her husband-and how much she’s managed to accomplish on her own. 

Their children are their pride and joy, and all grow up to be kings and queens in their own right. Rhaenyra and Daeron rule the Seven Kingdoms; Elaena is Queen Across the Sea, starting a rich cultural and trading empire in Essos; and Visenya is the Queen Without Fear, the first to recolonize Valyria since the Doom. They’re very close to their firstborn children especially; Elaena and Visenya are very much their own separate unit, and Elaena especially has several clashes with her parents over the course of her lifetime. Most revolve around incest; Elaena believes that all of the Targaryen ‘madness’ comes from incest and continued inbreeding could lead to faulty rulers and blood diseases. But Rhaenyra and Daeron agree to marry as a matter of convenience, in the interest of preserving the bloodline. When Elaena refuses to attend her siblings’ wedding, owing to the fact that she doesn’t believe in continuing the family tradition of incest, tensions come to a head-and eventually end with Daenerys and Elaena parting on bad terms. Elaena and Visenya leave several weeks later, off to Essos to start their own ‘conquest’. Although everyone later regrets the fight, they don’t have a chance to reconnect and apologize. 

Daenerys and Jon abdicate after thirty years on the throne, owing to the stress of ruling. They give the throne to Rhaenyra and Daeron and live on Dragonstone for the next ten years-until Daenerys becomes ill and the maesters say she doesn’t have much longer to live. Jon and Daenerys charter a ship and take a last voyage of the known world, retracing the journeys they both took from Winterfell to the Wall and Dragonstone through the free cities and back. They stop some new places as well and return with a cargo hold full of precious treasures that Daeron jokingly wonders what to do with. 

Jon begins running a fever while his wife’s condition deteriorates rapidly; they die on Dragonstone within minutes of each other-a last gift from the gods, Rhaenyra always thinks. Daenerys goes first and Jon afterwards.They hold hands to the end, surrounded by their family. The only one not present is Elaena, who is unable to leave Essos due to problems with her empire..but she comes later, to help the others (and herself) recover in the aftermath of losing the two people most integral to their lives. The children ensure that their parents’ memories live on and work hard to dilute the bloodline-although blood diseases grow more common through the generations. 

Some of my personal happy ending wishes/what I base my series on kind of (sorry I just love the next gen Targs so much lol, they’re my favorites). Anyone else you’d like to hear about? 

okay hand to god no exaggeration there was an extremely wealthy lady sitting to my right and she was telling me all about the forty movies she’s seeing at TIFF this week and how she’s staying in a hotel downtown to facilitate seeing as many as she can, even though she lives in toronto, and how she likes to see “the smaller ones… the foreign ones… yes i give them a LOT of money so they let me see everything” and then HER friend sat down on her right and said, “so who’s in this?” and rich lady was like, “hmm i don’t know…” and opened her program and said, “andrew… garfield… who is that?” and they proceeded to google andrew garfield on the friend’s iphone, and his picture popped up and rich lady was like, “oh! yes! spiderman! what else has he been in?” and i was like “well he was in silence, he was SO good in silence” and she’s like “si… lence…?” and i’m like “oh it’s martin scorsese’s movie, it’s about jesuit priests in japan?” and she’s like “ah… yes… of course” and i just djdhajkehsjjsis who’s the film buff now sis!

Petition to Give Star a Fanon Surname

Not gonna lie, since I started rewatching this show, Star has quickly become one of my favorite background characters. There are a lot of others that I like as well, but there’s something about Star that makes her feel really real to me, like she really does have her own life outside of the main characters. Since Lucky in Love is the one episode where she gets any kind of focus, I figured this was as good a time as any to talk about her.

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He’s dreamed of her every night since he left the castle. It’s only when those dreams turn into nightmares, his queen crying out for him, that he returns. What he finds is not the gentle and fair girl he left to rule her kingdom. Instead there is something dark that sits in her place, it wears her face, her crown, but not her heart. What happened to his dear Snow White? Can he save her before she destroys her kingdom, and herself.

Love Live! Hospital AU ’cause why not?

Featuring the staff of Otonokizaka Hospital:

  • Nishikino Maki - Consultant i-i-it’s not l-like I care about you or anything
  • Sonoda Umi - Pharmacist either relieves your pain or adds to it
  • Yazawa Nico - Radiologist ILY signs in her scans is her trademark
  • Koizumi Hanayo - Dietician RICE!!!!!!!!
  • Minami Kotori - Nurse Minalinsky’s tender loving care
  • Toujou Nozomi - Urologist pelvic exams are her favourite~
  • Hoshizora Rin - Physiotherapist doing the dumbest things as exercise
  • Kousaka Honoka - Medical Social Worker *sheepish laughter*
  • Ayase Eli - Athletic Trainer you can train me anyday *winks*

I truly hate it when people say, “How can you like Zevran more than Leliana? He’s a remorseless assassin who likes to kill people for fun.”

a) SO DID LELIANA. If you play the DAO DLC “Leliana’s Song,” you see her ruining people’s lives, and killing or getting them killed for fun. She treats it like a fun game until Marjolaine does it to her

b) What do you think a bard is? An assassin and spy all in one, while an assassin is only that: an assassin. At least Zevran is honest about what he does; he doesn’t wrap it up in euphemisms and excuses the way Leliana does.

c) And this is most important: Zevran didn’t choose to become an assassin, while Leliana did choose to become a bard. 

Zevran was bought for three sovereigns at the age of seven and “raised to know nothing but murder,” was put through “endurance training” (read: TORTURE) from hell for many years until adulthood, and had to adapt or die. And the Crows do NOT accept resignation or failure. If he quits, he gets killed. He had no choice but to adapt and learn to like aspects of his job (like he says in the game) as a coping mechanism and survival strategy.

No one FORCED Leliana to become a bard. She entered the Orlesian courts as a young adult (18 at least), and fell in love with the glamour, excitement, and adventure. She acts like she kind of “fell into” the bard games, but Marjolaine reveals (and Leliana later admits in her personal quest), that she actually enjoyed the games, the intrigues, the thrill of the hunt, the seduction, and the sweet release of the kill. 

And unlike Josephine, who also fell for the bard glamour but became so horrified the first time she had to kill someone that she quit on the spot, learning that being a bard sometimes means killing someone wasn’t a deal-breaker for Leliana. She kept doing it knowing she was sometimes called upon to seduce and kill people, because she thought it was so fun and exciting that she thought it was an acceptable price to pay for the fun she was having–again, until Marjolaine did it to her. Then suddenly she realized how bad the Game is for destroying people’s lives, even though she can be persuaded to keep doing it anyway in DAO and DAI.

So, yeah, I like Zevran better. Zevran might be pretty cavalier about killing, but at least he’s honest about it. 

leafbladie  asked:

You're watching my favorite movie! I can't wait to hear what you think!

(In reference to this post.)

Originally posted by crystalmoonxo

Lol okay so disclaimer, it’s been literal years since I watched the original series, the stars just aligned in the right way for me to watch Rebellion last night. It’s also packed with symbolism that can’t fully be digested after just one viewing. Buuuuut okay, my thoughts!

WARNING: Spoilers. They’re everywhere.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think of the episode "Equal Fights"? I LOOOOVVVEEE that episode so much as a feminism myself, but I never understood why some people hate it and claim that it deems feminists, AND that Lauren Faust flat out admits that she regrets writing the episode just because feminism is not appropriate to do in a kid show!

Ohhhh, man, I’m sure if you search for the episode title on my blog (I have a search feature on my main page!), you’ll find many a post where I’ve raved about the ep.

Basically it boils down to people reading Femme Fatale as the only feminist in the story, when really the true feminists who help the girls are Miss Bellum and Ms. Keane. FF isn’t a feminist: she bends what feminism is all about to suit her own needs in order to manipulate the girls into hating the men in their lives so she can commit crime. Feminism isn’t about that though! The movement ultimately seeks unity, so that men and women treat each other as equals, not enemies. But I can see how some people would interpret it incorrectly, and it totally sucks that it has a bad rep. It’s what even got me thinking about feminism as a kid! I owe a lot to that ep.

Color (Part 2)

Originally posted by zainbap


Featuring: Bang Yongguk (B.A.P) X Reader

Genre: Angst / A bit fluff (?)

[WARNING: PANIC DISORDER / MENTAL ILLNESS / SUICIDE]


Since that day, I just felt the whole world had crumbled down on me. I couldn’t walk down the street like before, I kept hyperventilating without any reason and I could feel a prickling in the middle of my chest. It was so hard, I couldn’t finish my work and thing like this happened at the verge of our important comeback, I could tell that I am the biggest disappointment to our members. I am the leader, I am supposed to play the most important role, and yet I am lost over some mental problem. I am feeling dejected, I started to alienate myself from my family and friends. I tried to walk away from her too, but I can’t, as we live together and she wasn’t that easy.

I am stressed over myself, my insecurities are totally in high and starting to hate myself. I couldn’t take this anymore, I have once thought of suicide, while staring down the window in our apartment. I would spend my day, lying on my side in bed or at sofa, look out the window, while watching the scenery. After she back home from work, she would always tell me about her day in work while doing those chores, but being the negative me, I would always thought, “I should be the one in work right now, but I couldn’t because I would fainted anytime, I am that weak.” In my mind, I would ‘bind’ her happy stories with my negative thoughts, all those thoughts keep racing in my head and I didn’t realize even once, that my silence and expressionless reaction would make a once bright girl like her, cried. I am being selfish, that I make her frustrated and cried, all because of me.

She was always there. She have never skipped to prepare my favorite food, feed me medicine, remind me to have a shower, doing all those chores, even though I know she had a lot of works to do. She would sleep late at night, finishing her works in living room and crawled over in bed to cuddle me. She would sometimes fall asleep in sofa, I knew she is exhausted, juggling over taking care of me while busy working on managing idol group. She is the only one who working so hard on our relationship right now. She couldn’t even take care of herself, I knew how she loved to walk near Han River during sunset, “Transition of sky from day to night in here is so beautiful, I would never get to paint it like this,” but she couldn’t go there anymore, she just wouldn’t leave me alone. I knew she would cry sometimes, in shower or going out to walk, because I’ve known her so well, her face would easily flaring red, when she is in verge of tears. She couldn’t lie to me, I could easily read her.

But one day, as usual, before she hurriedly go out to work, she would peck my cheek and lips, while saying, “If you need anything, call me or send me a message, I’ll come home as soon as possible,” it was one of her daily routine. But today, I somehow felt different. I am suddenly feeling so lucky to have such a beautiful and wonderful woman with me, even though I am at my lowest point in my life right now. Before, I would have thought that she deserved someone better, she is one fine lady after all. But today, I was thinking of being someone who deserved her. I need to be better, because I wanna grow old with her by my side. I saw our picture, standing firm in frame near side stool, I was smiling while hugging her waist with both of my hands, while she was grinning widely, because she was ticklish as her waist is her sensitive point. Without I realized further, I smiled, she was simply stunning, not because of her appearance, but her bright personality, that my family once agreed, is her main charm.

As we shared our hobby together, drawing and painting had become our own thing, but since last month, both of us couldn’t enjoy it like before. I picked a drawing paper and pencil, to recreate her beautiful smile with my hand. But I couldn’t make it as she is so fascinating, something is lacking on this painting, so I tried to use her watercolor palette, and she was right, color is complex, but burst of colors on this artwork looks extremely fascinating. After few last strokes of blue hues on the paper, I could hear her cheery voice, announcing that she is at home. She came home with our favorite pizza, as tomorrow is weekend. After she dropped things on the dinner table, she came to me, to greet me with pecks on my cheek and lips as usual, but all of sudden, I hugged her waist and burrow my face against her torso. She was shocked of course, it’s been a long time and I would always brush-off her hands, when she was craving for affection before, “I miss you too,” but she still managed to breathe out that word while that precious smile plastered on her face. She knew I tried to utter those unspoken word. Because she is feeling the same way as I am.

Her dainty fingers slither through my tousled lock, “Let’s eat some pizza, I’ve brought that Marvel movie, your favorite.” She took my right hand and led me to our living room. We cuddled together, even I am silent like a rock, she keeps talking about how she was right about evil Ego and how cute little Groot is, but still, it just like old time. I smiled, she is bless sent by God. The following morning, I woke up early, with her right hand and leg were draped over me, I smiled looking at her peaceful look. She gleams with beauty, even when she is sleeping. I silently got off the bed, have a fresh shower, and finished off some leftover chores. I cooked her favorite meal. After some time, she woke up, she padding over to the kitchen, she stopped in her tracks, startled to see the sight of breakfast feast on dining table. “Come on, let’s eat before it all goes cold.” I pulled her hand to dining table.

“You know, the therapy that you talked about before?” I interrupt her who still in dazed as I finished slipping in a piece of kimchi.

“Yeah?”

“How was it?”

“Hurm, the doctor said it’s going to be sessions of casual counseling with him, that’s it.” She leaned in while chewing clump of rice.

“Could you probably sign me in?”

“Huh?” She stopped slipping in food into her mouth and blinked.

“That therapy, would you mind if you talk to him, that I wish to join in?”

She slowly smiled, “Ok,” she setting the chopsticks down, she stand up from the stool, head to me, wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pressed her body flush against me before attacking me with those little pecks on my cheeks. I didn’t even noticed that a grin is emerged on my lips. “Maybe you should go take a shower, you smell.” I groggily spoke.

She scoffed softly in disbelief before nodded, “Okay,” she headed to the shower, “But I will leave the door unlock, just so you know.” She yelled from far. I laughed. She is the one.


“You are complex like color, you color my black-and-white life.”

She smiled, before squealed, “Urgh, you are way too cheesy.”

“But you love this cheesy guy.”

“Yeah, I love you little too much, I think I can live with that though.” She sheepishly nodded, before smiled.