certain kind of light

Shit my wife has said to our cat:

-You are the cause of all entropy.

-I don’t know how, but I’m going to blame you for all my problems.

-Life on this earth is brief.

-What do you think about the plight of the Jewish people, Miss Kitty?

-You have to ask yourself, Miss Kitty, would your rather be comforted by a lie or strengthened by the truth?

-You occupy a very small space in a very large world, but your conscience is ever the umbrella. You also have a cute kitty butt.

- (after the cat ate a ribbon and threw it up) You wanted to be beautiful on the inside, didn’t you?

-You understand that life is meaningless and we must take pleasure where we can. And for you that is on this blue blanket.

-I will fight you in hell upon a mound of bones, Miss Kitty.

-You are a single bead in the string of lives that I hold together.

-You can get used to a certain kind of poison, Miss Kitty

-Sometimes that little light escapes the darkness of your heart, and then you cage it again.

- I… am SO PROUD to have a cat that would murder her children.

       -(justifying it) Come on! She’d be a terrible mother!

- We can’t be equals until you get a job, you goddamn freeloader.

- You and your eight nipples are shit.

- You have just enough common sense to not piss on your tail, Miss Kitty.

I wish I knew the right words to say when it came down to writing about someone who makes you feel like flowers are growing inside of your chest. I wish I knew how to explain the way you make me feel when it’s two in the morning and we’re both laughing over something that probably wasn’t even that funny but to other people, our laughs make it seem like it was the world. I wish I knew how to tell people just how really beautiful you are, because when you are there, whether you’re laying down or pacing back and fourth, talking about the things that excite you the most, or just about anything in general that makes you happy, your eyes hold a certain kind of light beneath them that makes me want to never look away. Or when you laugh, my god, when you laugh, I never want it to stop because you do this thing where you tilt your head back and cover your mouth at the last moment after you already been so loud, shaking your head and every single time, I’d think, I wouldn’t mind hearing you laugh for the rest of my life. And when you yell, which is very rare, is scary because you can be there, veins standing at attention and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on, even if I’m driving you insane. Don’t worry though, you drive me insane too. And I wish I knew how to explain the way my hands shake when I think about losing you, or the way my chest tightens to the thought of you being with someone else who isn’t me, because it messes with my mind sometimes and I get fustrated, because only I want to know your favorite book to the way you hate wearing that poka dot shirt, or how you eat when you’re nervous and can’t seem to stop making a mess. But you always been a messy eater so I don’t mind. I fell in love with you and although you are not perfect because you do have your moments, I promise I will love you again and again and again because I am not perfect either but if I am here, holding my heart out to you, and you are there, doing the same, I swear we both can be non-perfect messes together. And I’m trying not to be too cheesy here, because you always did say I buttered you up too much so for now I’ll leave it off with an I love you and an I’ll love you forever until my very last breath and an I am so lucky you decided to choose me.
—  A.M// to jake, maybe loving you isn’t so bad after all.

Crime scene investigators are about to get a helping hand from our ancient ancestors. The earliest known synthetic pigment, Egyptian blue, is found in some of the paint on ancient statues, coffins, tomb walls, and amulets. Most other pigments long ago faded. Modern scientists, intrigued by its longevity, worked out Egyptian blue’s chemical composition decades ago. Recently it was discovered that it emits near-infrared radiation when exposed to certain kinds of light. Basically: it has rare, invisible luminescence.

And why does that help crime-stoppers? Egyptian blue can be dusted onto complicated surfaces where fingerprints are normally hard to retrieve. The surface is then photographed with a modified camera and a filter sensitive to Egyptian blue’s near-infrared rays. If fingerprints are there, they glow clearly in the resulting image. Science is amazing.

A friend of a friend was commenting on her son’s spinner, and how “it seems so stupid, but if it helps, whatever!” and i really, really wanted to explain why it helps. because people thinking it’s “stupid” tends to get in the way of those of us who need these types of things being able to use them.

so i finally sat down and wrote this. and i figured i’d share it here, because some of you might not know why stim toys are great and crucial to a lot of people, or other “weird” things like rocking. and others might need a way to explain it to the people around them!

please let me know if you have any ideas about what else to add! here’s what i said to her:

I wish I could articulate what they do and why they help.

Some brains get very jumpy with certain kinds of sensory input – like fluorescent lights, ambient chatter, physically or psychologically uncomfortable settings, random super-loud noises like bells and alarms…

That can make it impossible to focus, to take in information (like what you’re reading or hearing), or create a ton of anxiety and meltdowns.

Certain people, like those of us with ADHD, or who are autistic, or both, have that type of neurology. And the great thing about it is that we also come with the built-in ability to counteract bad sensory input.

We can feed soothing, calming, positive sensory input to our brains to let us focus in jarring environments, or to prevent meltdowns, or to calm anxiety.

Depending on the person, that can come from rocking, from spinning one of these dealies, from humming, from nice textures, from clicking buttons, from chewing things or other sources of light comfortable pressure….

And the reason it works is that, for example with a spinner, it provides a pleasing, continuous, controllable, satisfying pattern and sensation that the brain can use to override all of the overwhelming external stimuli that we often can’t even articulate.

But for people who don’t like a particular stim, or who have a different neurology, it can seem completely baffling!!!

And so the downside is that a lot of us CAN’T use our self-soothing superpowers, because people think we look weird or are just fooling around or, generally, that it’s stupid.

So the more people who can understand that this is actually amazing, the better :D



1 - the art school’s building is a certain kind of gorgeous at night.

2 - the morning light, taken weeks ago.

3 - readings readings readings

Two tests done… technically my recess week has already started. It almost feels like whiplash - the past three days were so fast and filled with stress. I keep telling myself to calm down and relax but at the same time it feels like I can’t afford to 😞

KS horror shot composition

So I wanted to talk about Koogi’s masterful use of shot composition, you can tell how much thought she puts into each panel by how she creates the visual elements in her manhwa so that they communicate a sense of horror and suspense. The techniques she uses are straight out of horror cinema and I’ll be going through some of them here. I’d love to learn more about her inspirations because her use of these methods is making for a very stylistic comic.

Colored gels

One of the most obvious horror film cinematography methods she uses is vivid colored lights — that tint of color she uses for certain panels.

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in every world, in every realm, in every version of the story, neal and emma find their way to one another.

anonymous asked:

Why does Chara have Red eyes? Is it to make them look more evil and will it ever be explained in the comic?

Chara was born with reddish-brown eyes that look reddish in certain kinds of light. And the eyes of wizards tend to light up with their soul color when the soul initially switches positions. Also, Poltergeists tend to take on the color of their soul too.

anti on stage.

(DISCLAIMER: I don’t think that ANY of this will actually happen, it’s just a bit of fun on my part. Feel free to build off my idea and add to it in a reblog! I would love to read it!!)

Okay, so since yesterday @the-redhead-who-writes, myself and many others noticed that one of the images frm the Antipocolypse was used as a banner image by the ticket vendors for Jack’s tour, it got me wondering; hypothetically, how could Jack bring Anti to a live setting? He did so at PAX, which was just him showing an Anti video to a live audience, but how coukd we take this a step further?

At first I figured that it would be mostly impossible to have Anti in realtime; the closest thing we could probably get to getting Jack to glitch in real time was with a bunch of lights flashing in a certain order to kind of give the effect. 

I kind of abandoned the idea after that.

but then it hit me.

You guys have seen the hatsune miku live concerts, right? They project an image onto the stage with some crazy good hologram technology which makes the image look like it’s actually there.

And well… it’s not impossible to get the image to glitch out.

And then, we can also build upon the binaural audio idea myself and many others had about the binaural audio.

Imagine the audio channels shifting from all the speakers in a theatre, bouncing arond like he’s constantly moving among the audience. The lights go crazy around the general area the speakers give the illusion he is.

Also, i just want to see an anti version of this live.

it’s anti slamming on a monitor screen, desperate to get out, and it is perfectly synced that when he bursts through, it’s sean.

Shit Kitty Pryde has probably said to her dragon:

-You are the cause of all entropy.

-I don’t know how, but I’m going to blame you for all my problems.

-Life on this earth is brief.

-What do you think about the plight of the Jewish people, Mister Dragon?

-You have to ask yourself, Mister Dragon, would your rather be comforted by a lie or strengthened by the truth?

-You occupy a very small space in a very large world, but your conscience is ever the umbrella. You also have a cute dragon butt.

- (after Lockheed ate a ribbon and threw it up) You wanted to be beautiful on the inside, didn’t you?

-You understand that life is meaningless and we must take pleasure where we can. And for you that is on this blue blanket.

-I will fight you in hell upon a mound of bones, Mister Dragon.

-You are a single bead in the string of lives that I hold together.

-You can get used to a certain kind of poison, Mister Dragon

-Sometimes that little light escapes the darkness of your heart, and then you cage it again.

- I… am SO PROUD to have a dragon that would murder his children.

      -(justifying it) Come on! He’d be a terrible father!

- We can’t be equals until you get a job, you goddamn freeloader.

- You have just enough common sense to not piss on your tail, Mister Dragon.

(based on this)

I admit kind of feel bad about taking so long to reply to requests sometimes, but y’all have to be realistic about what I’m up against here.

I literally do not know how many unanswered asks I have in my inbox.

I once wrote a script to count them: working backwards from the current date, it got as far as June 22nd, 2016 before it crashed, counting 2159 unanswered asks in that span.

I have had this blog since 2012.

So, you know, certain allowances will have to be granted in light of the kind of backlog I am dealing with.

There is only a certain amount of kindness in the world…just as there is a certain amount of light. We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things…Choose a place where you won’t do very much harm and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.
—  E.M. Forster, A Room with a View
All My Friends Are Heathens, Pt.5

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2337
Genre: AU
Warnings: Mentions of blood.
A/N: HOLY CRAP THO RIGHT?! The song says “take it slow” but I really think I took it too far. Don’t worry, you won’t have to wait too long for Pt.5 though! Alright so here it is, I hope you like it, okay love you bye!!
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The vampire smiled when you pulled him by the collar and kissed him hard. The friction left his lips feeling warm and he was sure your scent would follow him for days. You were intoxicating. Reluctantly, he pulled away. His voice was lower and slightly ragged when he whispered in your ear.

“The next full moon is in two days. I’ll come to you then. And then maybe…” He breathed coolly over the faint mark on your neck. His fingers moving to toy with the hem of your nightgown, lifting it slightly until he reached your upper thigh. He chuckled darkly when you whimpered. “And then maybe, you’ll come for me.”

And then he was gone.

And you remained; motionless and rooted in place. Unable and unwilling to bring yourself to move for fear that once you did, your legs would cave in from under you. There was an acute sense of awareness passing through your body as you stood out on that balcony, exposed and vulnerable. Clutching the front of your nightgown, you tried to focus on leveling the unsteady rhythm of your breathing, your heart was still pumping fast.

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anonymous asked:

I have never asked you GoT questions! But here it goes. Some people say that Dany is going mad. Do you think that is true?

Of course it is true. But it was true from the beginning of the show and not just now. And not just because the show wants to bring doubt and controversy to her character and give parallels with the Mad King.

People forget that Daenerys is a conqueror. She is not just a girl. She is not just a woman. Or just a survivor. She is a conqueror in a medieval universe. She is not just a Queen or a politician. She is waging war in order to conquer kingdoms and empires. No one in their right minds would be able to do that. You need a person that can be both idealistic and cruel. Mad and ambitious. Aiming for glory and power. Having patience and wrath. And dreams and desperation and thirst for more. And…faith.

All that so to achieve the impossible. Or what would be impossible for you know..non mad people.

Unless you think that people like Great Alexander, Suleiman the Magnificent, Caesar, Attila the Hun, Genghis Khan and so one were completely balanced and benign personalities. If they were they would not have been able to change the world, write history and be remembered centuries later. For both their good parts and the bad. Their quests and their tyranny and any system they imposed.

So here we have this kind of parallel with Daenerys being the one that aims to conquer.

In GoT (the show), Stannis waged war and burned people at the stake but no one called him mad. Even after he burned his own daughter at the stake no one spoke of insanity despite condemning his actions.

Tyrion used wildfire in Blackwater but it was a brilliant action and then his values and morality cost him a lethal blow that left his face disfigured and he lost all his power and influence. He eventually strangled the lover that betrayed him (a crime of love and passion and…madness) and his father after years of torment and no one called him mad.

Jon and the Night Watch threw fire at the Wildlings when they were trying to invade the wall.

And of course Cersei that blew up the sept but her being the Mad Queen is not a point many people aggressively focus on in comparison with Daenerys.

So on and back and forth. There are cases for most characters in GoT where we can call them mad.

Truth is that in wars you get the brutality and the war crimes and all the gore. This is not democracy we are watching that people will go for elections and decide if they want Cersei or Dany on the throne.

Tyrion and Varys talk about idealism and honor and mercy but when they were in Meereen they got the city under siege and were in desperate need of Dany to come and be the mad dragon mother and conquer. Every progress that had been made would be for nothing without Dany using force and terrifying her enemies. And making an example out of those that wanted to overthrow her.

Mad or not Dany liberated the slaves to the point that even the Iron Bank is ready to side with Cersei despite Dany’s advantage with the Dragons and her armies because she is called now a revolutionary idealist and she became that by being cruel and strict and using her Dragons to burn people and nobles and conquer and bestow her law.

So far every merciful advice Tyrion and Varys have given Dany has ended in failure. They lost their fleet. They got Casterly Rock that has no practical value. Olenna and the power and wealth she provided not only got destroyed but will now end in the hands of the Iron Bank that will give more support and power to Cersei. Their wise advice is costing them the war. They are losing and still Dany keeps them in her council and is ready to listen up to a certain degree. But she is not there to play chess games and leave things to chance. She is there to conquer.

Idealism and political diplomacy are all nice and good when you are talking about a civilized established society. You cannot apply the same values to a war when your head in about to be chopped off if you lose and the future of the crown hangs in the balance. It is all about power and brutal survival. Dany did not return to Westeros for tea and sympathy. Either she will become a good or a bad or a mad Queen if she gains the Iron Throne is another discussion all together.

No one is truly deserving of that throne anyway. As Tyrion said the best outcome for the common people would be a ruler that would be the right kind of terrible. And he had heard the stories and still sided with Daenerys. But if Dany was not terrible she would not even have a chance to go after the Throne in the first place and now everyone is ready to judge her for being terrible? If she was not terrible she would have died a long time ago. If she was not mad and obsessed with gaining the throne she would not have made it to Westeros. It takes a certain kind of vision and darkness and light to be able to get to the point where Daenerys is now.

Daenerys Targaryen is a conqueror. Either you side with her or not this is the reality of the situation and at this point every side will do what they can to get on top.

And then it is all about the winner that will get to write history.

If Dany manages to come out from her quest victorious then history will write her name in glory and the story will become a legendary tale just like Aegon’s. If not then she will become one more sad tragedy.

The House of Beasts, Part 2

Part 2! Like I said, updates may be a little slow, but at least I have all my main ideas and plot points in mind, so it should move along pretty easily. Thanks for all the love!

Summary: Prythian University, the grounds where frat houses wage wars and throw the best parties yet. Feyre, an art student and girlfriend to the Head of House of the Spring House, discovers secrets everyone’s been keeping from her for the last year and a half. An ACOTAR/ACOMAF AU, which begins as Feylin then evolves into Feysand. Begins as ACOTAR, includes AU of Under the Mountain, but will focus more on Acomaf.

Word Count: 2393 words

Once again, thank you all for withholding any hate and supplying only constructive criticism (I really need it!) and sending any requests, suggestions, etc.  

Disclaimer: All characters and some direct and or modified quotes belong to Sarah J Maas, as well as some of the plot points. I take no credit for them whatsoever

Part 2: Coffees

“I think this is the part where you thank me for saving your ass,” the man said, leaning against the white brick wall. “I’ll wait for you to take your time drooling, though. I know I’m dreamy.”

Blood flushed my cheeks. “Prick. I was going to thank you but I guess not.” I pivoted on my heel to walk away, but he simply kept following.

“Don’t walk away, darling. I was just being funny,” he continued, but my footsteps didn’t relent. The pool was trashed, as it always was around this time of the night for a party, beer cans mixing in with all the dead leaves and brush that had been swept into it. His footsteps rang out against the cement as he relentlessly trailed me to the patio, blabbering on the whole time how he just wanted to talk to me, when I plunked myself on a chair.

“Sit. Talk. Then leave. I’m really not in the mood right now.”

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The Quiet Amongst The Chaos || L.H.

Here’s the thing I wrote. Be nice.


We always saw each other at parties; a glance here, a smile there. Eventually always finding the other in the quiet amongst the chaos.

We clicked from the moment we met. It was through a mutual friend at a party casually bringing me into a silly debate about whether or not his sparkly boots were cool. His cheeks had run red and he automatically shuffled into an odd stance with his feet.

Adorable was the word that came to mind.

A slow smile took the place of my once startled expression. “I love em.” Simple and true. Luke had smiled from ear to ear exhaling an anxious breath. I’d never forget that night. I’d never forget that feeling.

We became ‘party friends’ after that, a familiar face wherever we ended up. Soon it seemed I was only showing up at these houses flooded with people I hardly knew just to get a minute with him.

He was one of a kind. Like no one I had ever encountered at these parties. His presence was a light; his smile always bringing a certain kind of warmth to the chilly night.

I fell for him before I even really knew.

My heart raced with every step he took in my direction, my breath hitched at the slightest touch, my lips were in a permanent state of bliss, my hands ached to touch him, and my stomach never failed to tie into the worst knot possible at the mere mention of his girlfriend.

It seemed I wasn’t the only one who knew how wonderfully strange he was or how effortlessly stunning he looked. And rightfully so. I’d be crazy to think I was the only one drawn to his sunshine-like aura. See he had this way about him, a way that magnetized anyone and everyone in the room. He had this way about him that had you smiling at his jokes despite his lack of humor and made you want to listen to whatever he was saying though half the time it was nonsense.

He had a way of making anyone feel on top of the world.

I was so far gone for the blue eyed boy that I knew it was time. My last party. Because although my heart raced and my breath hitched and my lips felt like they might fall off and my hands were itching for him, the knot in stomach was only growing larger and larger.

He wasn’t mine and I wasn’t his.

So for the last time, we found each other. He walked in with his girlfriend on his arm moving around the party with his vibrant aura beaming, making people feel at ease. His eyes locked on mine and I watched in slow motion as he calmly made his way through the crowd.

I could hear the thumping of my heart. I could feel the blood pumping through my veins. My hands starting to clam up with sudden butterflies that erupt in the very core of my body. I try to take in as much of him as I can. His black jeans so tight I know he undoubtably tumbles over trying to shuffle out of them every night, his striped shirt hung nicely under his distraught jean jacket, his sparkly boots traded in for plain black ones.

But it wasn’t just his appearance I took in. I soaked up every last word uttered from his insanely alluring lips, and the heavenly sound of his laughter. I took in the way the light of the moon glistened in his eyes and the way his light freckles mimicked the stars in the sky. I did my best to capture this moment from every nerve in my body that I could feel down to the single strand of his grown out sandy blonde hair that escaped from behind his ear and outlined his bearded jaw perfectly.

And as the night comes to an end, his girlfriend ready to leave, I find myself wanting to cling to his hug and tell him. Tell him that he sends my world upside down in the greatest way possible. Tell him that I’ve fallen so completely in love with him that it hurts to breathe. Tell him that this was my last party because I can’t bear to watch him with her for another second.

But I don’t.

I take in his cologne and the way his strong arms feel around my body and store it for safe keeping with the rest.

We say our usual goodbyes and part ways, though he doesn’t have a clue I think part of me goes with him that night.

A certain kind of light

This is for @ladollyvitam, who requested Richard and Jared going to Tulsa together to watch the eclipse:

He didn’t mind when things were fleeting. Like this: once in a lifetime, over in a minute. 

Like them, maybe. 

It seemed unlikely things would stay this way back home in Palo Alto.

Jared wasn’t sure why Richard had invited him. It seemed a spur of the moment, off the cuff decision. Something he hadn’t considered or thought through until the invitation was already out there, sitting like detritus between them in the workroom. 

Jared had agreed before Richard had a chance to change his mind. 

A crowd gathered in a park north of Tulsa. 

Jared barely wore his glasses; he preferred to keep watch over Richard’s infinitely more interesting face. 

Though he enjoyed epic things, majestic things, romantic things, the rare and terrifying beauty of a California condor, once-in-a-lifetime sort of special occasions and opportunities, Jared thought that maybe what he liked best was knowing he was part of something. One of the many looking up at the same sun, with the same sort of wonder. He liked how it made him feel both small and limitless. 

It was undeniably romantic, sharing something rare and beautiful with someone. Even Richard seemed swept up in it. So excited, he forgot to be uncomfortable at all. 

Jared wondered if this was what he had once been like. The child smiling brightly in all those old family photos. Before a door closed inside him. Before someone or something made him believe it was a danger to open it again. 

Richard made an odd, familiar sound when it happened. An elated little “woo.”

“Look, look!” he said, reaching over blindly to tug at Jared’s shirt sleeve. 

“I’m looking,” said Jared. 

But he wasn’t looking at the eclipse.

Almost drunk on joy, and on a glass of wine they’d shared with amiable, octogenarian strangers, they walked the trail back to Richard’s parents’ house. Richard leaned against Jared’s shoulder. Jared wrapped an arm around his waist. 

“Sorry, is this too forward?” Jared asked, right before Richard kissed him.

They went to bed together that night, and Jared wondered if it would be the first or only time, and found he barely cared about the difference. What a nice story this is, he thought. I hope someday I get to tell it

They slept soundly, together, beneath a blanket of stick-on plastic stars.