corrupted morals

  • Mr. Krupp: Alright, you two. I know you've been selling candies to the rest of the school for fifty cents.
  • Harold: We don't know what you're talking about
  • George: Yeah, we don't have the ingredients to make our own, so that means we'd have to buy them from the store first and that's morally corrupt to make money off of--!
  • Mr. Krupp: [scowls and leans over his desk, angrily ruffling Harold's hair]
  • Harold: [individually wrapped candies start flying out of his hair]
  • Mr. Krupp: [triumphantly laying over his desk] What was that speech you were making about morals, Mr. Beard?
  • George: [clears his throat]
  • Harold: Haven't you ever heard of personal space??
  • George: Shshshshhh, [puts his hand on Harold's face] it's over man.

anonymous asked:

something fluffy with atsushi, please? he needs lots of love ♡♡


Nakajima Atsushi

“What kind of curry is this supposed to be again…?”

Neither of them are sure at this point. The original idea was to cook something new; something with more substance than Atsushi’s beloved rice based dishes. So after borrowing a recipe book from Kunikida, Atsushi and themselves have spent the past hour studiously following instructions. Sure, they had substituted an ingredient here and there but it shouldn’t have done much damage. 

The …concoction… bubbles and hisses, veggies and chicken that they had ever so carefully chopped up earlier are now nothing but disfigured blobs in the greenish-brown sauce.

“Why,” they hold their suspicious gaze on the mass, “does it look evil?” It’s an odd sentiment to call food a name usually reserved for the morally corrupt, but that only makes it all the more fitting. “Are you sure that was a cookbook? It feels like we could curse someone with this…”

“It’s-it’s not that bad, it actually smells pretty nice!” pipes Atsushi, with admirable optimism.

Though, he’s not wrong – a rich spice embedded scent wafts through the tiny kitchen, the variety of ingredients overlapping to create a diverse fragrance. Yet as if in protest the curry crackles, a large bubble of boiling paste bursting to send sauce-shrapnel through the air. Its questionable appearance reinforcing their distrust in the angry stews edibility.

“Maybe… we should get Dazai to test it first…! Y’know, since he probably wouldn’t mind if…" they trail off, averting their eyes.

“…I don’t think I want to know what you’re implying,” Atsushi says, with an expression that knows exactly what they’re implying. 

A shrill ring goes off. They fumble with their phone to shut it off; the repetitive beep a little too similar to their morning alarm for comfort. Meanwhile, Atsushi adjusts the heat until it’s just enough to keep the pan warm. 

Using the wooden spoon they’d been stirring with, he scoops up a small portion. “Do you want to try first?”

He had all good intentions with the suggestion, no doubt, yet they can’t help but eye the thing like it’ll leap out and attack them at any moment.

Atsushi takes the hint. However, he’s undeterred and determined to prove their combined cooking skills, instead taking a brave bite of the unidentifiable chunks himself.

They hold their breath. Eagerly watching his face for a reaction. The curry continues to simmer away on the stove but Atsushi is silent. His expression unreadable as a few precious seconds tick by. 

They wonder if they should have prepared a bucket.

“…It’s good!”

“For real?” They find it hard to believe the festering monstrosity could be any kind of good. But Atsushi lying? Can you even imagine?

“Here,” he holds out the spoon.

Curious, they lean forward to take a tentative nibble. 

It’s a little strong, and they can mildly taste sunflower oil, but other than that it’s sweet, with a surprisingly smooth texture. Even then its flaws give it a cosy feel; one that you can only find in home-cooked meals.

“Good? Right?” Atsushi is absolutely sparkling. His right hand still holding the spoon while his left is tucked behind his back. His smile’s wide enough to show-off his teeth–a little sharper than average–while a mellow flush lights up his features. His eyes holding a warmth no curry can compare.


Idk why people always portray Alfred as such a righteous and selfless guy like guys I need a fic where he is willing to sell out his friends just because someone gave him a shit load of money. I NEED A FIC WHERE AT FIRST HE SEEM LIKE SUCH A GOOD GUY BUT THEM THIS HANDSOME BUT VERY BAD PERSON COMES UP AND SEDUCES HIM and not with his good looks but WITH MONEY


The little asteroid in your chart that represents healing. Take note Chiron is hard to draw up, some sites and charts don’t always pick it up. The one I like to use is through Chiron can talk about healing from “past lives” and other times it is considered where you are naturally wounded in life. I am going to concentrate on the “wounds” in life and issues one might have to overcome, as well as how one can heal. 

Aries Chiron: The wound is in the ego. They may have low self-esteem, shy away from conflict and individualism. Healing comes from concentrating on the self. Finding assertiveness and confidence. Once healing starts they can push others into action, encourages confidence, challenges others identity.

Taurus Chiron: Wound in security. Might feel uprooted and unstable throughout life. Insecure in their own strength. Healing is all about finding inner security. They help others by being strong and stable for them.

Gemini Chiron: All about wounds in communication. Finds it hard to express themselves, connect, and can never seem to find the right words. Can easily be misunderstood, prefers to observe and worries their intellect will be judged. Healing comes from expressing themselves, they must find their voice and not fear wounding words or misunderstandings. Helps others speak their mind and find their voice.

Cancer Chiron: Wound is emotional, especially with facing abandonment, coldness, or unhealthy attachment in life. Associated with having stress directly linked to the body, an unhealthy mind/heart will produce physical sickness. Healing comes from finding their inner mother, learn self-nurturing, compassion, healing, and protection. Healing comes from learning healthy detachment. Helps to nurture and protect others. Encourages others.

Leo Chiron: Struggles with self-expression, wound is in the ego, can lack confidence and empowerment. Associated with head vs. heart issues. Healing comes by finding outlets and tools of empowerment, must develop their confidence. Then they can help empower others.

Virgo Chiron: Associated with pushing oneself too hard, nervous energy, anxiety, harsh self-criticism, easily used by others. Healing comes from self-acceptance, helping others on their own terms, and by learning tolerance. Has the ability to serve others in a meaningful way and shows others balance between judgment and tolerance.

Libra Chiron: Wound is centered on self love and loving others. Gives into self-hate, losing identity, selfishness, jealousy, insecurity. Is prone to giving in, being manipulated, and abused for the sake of a relationship or approval from another. Healing comes through self-love, putting their needs first, learning what others need. Teaches others how to love.

Scorpio Chiron: Has a huge association with trauma-driven wounds. Their dark side takes over subconsciously. Fear of the world and themselves. Associated with sexual abuse. Has a connection with past life trauma. Associated with family spread or community trauma. Healing comes from accepting the past and facing their dark side. Helps others to face their inner darkness and trauma. Could help a community overcome their darkness. 

Sagittarius Chiron: Wound is in their belief system and mind. Might be discouraged or suppressed by a belief system. Loses their morals. Could be closed-minded, associated with corrupt morals, might have hatred towards a belief system.  Healing comes from learning a new perspective. By exploring their own and others beliefs. Helps to open others’ minds.

Capricorn Chiron: Wound has to do with authority and quiet suffering. Struggles with authority figures, finds it hard to gain their own authority. Might be apathetic or cold to others but more cold to themselves, too much control in their life, struggles with power.  Healing comes by finding their inner authority and/or learning to sympathize with others and themselves. Shows others how to take charge of their destiny, shows a different way to sympathize with others.

Aquarius Chiron: Wound is based on not being accepted into society. Easily feels outcasted, rejected, alienated, maybe even a scapegoat. Healing comes by accepting their individualism, learns to feed their needs first before society. Helps others essentially say forget society. Pushes individualism.

Pisces Chiron: Wound is spiritual. Lose their own imagination/creativity, finds it hard to set firm beliefs, inner conflict with beliefs. Heals by integrating their beliefs into their daily life. Helps others to accept and learn their own divine system.

  • How Noragami advertises itself: a fun, relatively lighthearted fantasy series with a lovable main trio. the arcs might get a little heavy but they always have heartwarming conclusions.
  • What Noragami really is: SURPRISE! Horrible Deaths! Tragic Backstories! CHILD ABUSE!! The goofy main character was a habitual murderer in his past and the other two almost turned into demons on different occasions due to their own moral corruption! HAVE FUN!
📚 Author Themed Asks 📚

Because I love books and I CANNOT find an ask-prompt that satisfies my literary sensibilities AND my insatiable desire to troll. (Feel free to reblog). 

F. Scott Fitzgerald: How would you describe your ‘ideal’ brunch attire?

J.K. Rowling: What is your Hogwarts house? 

Donna Tartt: Which of the seven deadly sins are you most guilty of? 

Sylvia Plath: What is your favorite artistic medium?

Dostoevsky: Do you sleep feverishly or perhaps not at all? 

George R.R. Martin: Would you rather marry for wealth/power or murder for it?

J.R. Tolkien: What is your favorite magical creature? 

Jane Austen: What social faux-pas annoys you the most? 

Leo Tolstoy: Do you feel honor-bound to betray aspects of your formally bleak and morally corrupt life?

Hans Christian Anderson: What is your favorite fairytale?

Lord Byron: Are you narcissistic? 

JD Salinger: What is/was your worst subject in school?

Stephen King: What kind of curse would most effectively punish you for disrespecting the sanctity of some Native American burial grounds?

Oscar Wilde:  Would you sweep your rival a magnificently lethal leg at the top of a long flight of stairs? 

Charles Dickens:  How do you really feel about children? 

Edith Wharton: Do you love someone with every fiber of your being but respect them too much to touch them?  


Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us.

On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar”, every “supreme leader”, every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there—on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world.

—Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot

like if you’re writing a film or a book or anything and your way of making someone seem threatening in a scene is to emphasise that they’re disabled (a prominent facial scar, a prosthetic leg or cane clanging of the floor, the slow breathing of an assistive machine etc)

then you are just continuing to associate fear, evil and moral corruption with disabled people which leads to violence against us both at interpersonal and societal levels

so maybe reconsider it thanksss

this week on As Rosewood Turns:
as expected, alison is playing host to an emily/unknown test tube baby, sweet wholesome pastor ted is charlotte’s father, lucas and charlotte were besties (not really surprising), aria is once again fucking it up for everyone for her benefit, mary killed jessica, and peter hastings is strangely handsome for a morally corrupt lawyer manwhore

hi can we collectively stop doing the “x character is my child and i love them but this series is trash and i hate it” thing that tumblr fandom does.

because really, you’re just lying to yourself, and you do really love the series because its clearly compelled you to be invested in it, which is demonstrated by both your devotion to participating in fandom and your love for the characters. you simply haven’t yet figured out how to be critical of the books/tv shows you consume without having that criticism ruin your entire enjoyment of it. Tumblr mindset has convinced you that in order to enjoy something it has to be a completely unproblematic neutered flop of a story otherwise you yourself run the risk of being problematic and will be cast down from the ranks of tumblr society like a morally corrupt heathen.

But once you realize that you are allowed to enjoy whatever it is you enjoy, because of and despite it’s faults, you’ll be so much happier I promise. 

i’m reading waaay too much into this again but i literally can’t stand how much rowling completely stans for severus snape who was arguably the most morally corrupt “good guy” in the entire series and yet completely turns her nose up at fans of draco malfoy even when he’s been shown to be a redeemable character that showed more growth throughout the last few books then snape went through his entire adult life  

1. Why am I so tired?
2. Why don’t I actually care about anything?
3. What’s at the bottom of the ocean?
4. How long can I hold my breath for?
5. Why do I like chaos so much?
6. What is dark matter?
7. Do plants talk to each other?
8. Will I ever want to be something?
9. What does it feel like to shoot heroin?
10. Am I morally corrupt?
11. Why is money so important?
12. What does the color indigo sound like?
13. What does the color red feel like?
14. Are we alone?
15. What does it feel like to be born?
16. Why do people even care about art?
17. Why is everyone dead?
18. How do I become a real person?
19. Is my body mad at me?
20. How can we ever explain existence?
—  20 questions

anonymous asked:

imagine victor finding that buzzfeed 'who to eliminate(?) yoi game' and seeing him and yuuri as the final choice lmao im p sure he'd eliminate himself, that utter sap / or he'd sue tf outta them lmao what a qtie

play along with victor !!!

Which Yuri must go?” Victor reads, licking his lips nervously. Yuuri sits beside him, head on his shoulder as he watches the phone screen. “I don’t want either of you to go.”

Yuuri laughs and ruffles his hair affectionately. “It’s just a game.”

“Well, Yurio isn’t here, so I’ll pick him.” He clicks. His face pales. “Seventy-four percent of people said they’d want Yurio to go instead of you? But he’s, but… But both of you are…” Helpless, he looks at Yuuri, who puts his finger on the phone screen and scrolls down.

“Just a game. We won’t show it to him. Let’s see what else there is.”

Which skater must go?” Victor reads out loud, then, after narrowing it down to Emil and JJ, chooses JJ. Yuuri raises an eyebrow at his lack of mercy, and he reminds Yuuri that this is, in fact, just a game. A stupid game, and a morally corrupt one, at that.

For the next question, he selects Michele, though apologizes as he does so. Then, he’s faced with Minami, Phichit, and Seung-gil. “I can’t say Phichit,” he says, casting Yuuri a glance. “Minami is too young…” He sets the phone down. “Yuuri, don’t make me keep playing this.”

Yuuri is biting his lip to hold back a laugh. “I know this game is horrible, but it’s kind of funny watching you play it.”

Victor rolls his eyes and kisses his hair before selecting Seung-gil, another apology readily leaving his lips. “It’s weird that they’re making games like this about us. I wonder what other ones there are. Guang Hong or Leo? Yuuri, I can’t…”

Yuuri taps one at random. “Move on, then.”

“Minako, Celestino, or Yakov.” He hums. “I know Celestino the least well,” Victor decides, then presses the button. “Yuuko, Sara, or Mila? Sorry Sara. Hang on–which one of the triplets?” Victor’s jaw drops.

Yuuri shakes his head, scrunching up his nose. “That’s too far. Skip that one.”

“Hang on–which Yuuri Katsuki must go?!” Victor’s hand flies up to cover his mouth, and he stares at Yuuri in shock. “On the ice or off of the ice? What is that supposed to mean?”

“Would you rather I live on the ice or never touch the ice again?” Yuuri asks, and strokes his arm, laughing again. “I hope you choose what I’m thinking.”

“Off of the ice,” Victor says, and Yuuri nods when he selects it. “But I would never want that. Now you, me, and Yurio. That’s…” He sighs. “I’ll skip this one. Now it’s…”

He pauses.

Which Skater Must Go?

Victor Nikiforov or Yuuri Katsuki.

Without a word, Victor taps his own image. Then, he sees the results.

“More people chose to… More people…”

Yuuri glances down, feels his cheeks flushing. “More people voted to get rid of me,” he realizes. “I’m not offended–it’s a hard choice, after all, and besides, more fans have probably heard of you than–”

“I’m calling Buzzfeed,” Victor decides, and stands up, his shoulders stiff. “I’m calling them right now.

The 64 Stages of Trump Grief (Campaign Launch - Present Day)

1. Laughter

2. Head-shaking

3. Disbelief

4. “…Is Anyone Gonna Stop This Guy?”

5. “Well THAT Has to Be the End of It”

6. Creeping Discomfort

7. More Head-Shaking

8. Taking to Your Friends in a Serious Tone About How This Might Be Like a Legit Problem

9. Disgust

10. Real Disgust

11. Disgust!

12. Feeling Barfy 24/7

13. Revulsion

14. Manic Laughter

15. Oh Boy, He Sexually Assaulted Women and Laughed About It With Billy Bush, I Sure Hope That Finally Ends It

16. …Nope, Still Going

17. Debating Whether Racism, Misogyny, or Stupidity is Worst Quality

18. Finding Solace in Polls

19. Shock

20. Fear

21. Disgust

22. Disbelief

23. Disgust!

24. Unrelenting Sadness

25. Cocktail of Fear, Disgust, Disbelief, and Sadness

26. Inability to Focus on Simple Tasks

27. Sad Head-Nodding at Every Revelation

28. Disgust

29. Teeth-Gnashing at Cabinet Nominees

30. “He’s a Fucking Russian Mole Why Isn’t Anyone Doing Something?!”

31. Averting of Eyes at Inauguration

32. Disgust

33. Fear

34. Deep Sadness that He Lives in White House

35. Missing Obama So Much it Hurts

36. Missing George W. Bush

37. Missing George H. W. Bush

38. Missing Reagan

39. Missing Clinton

40. Even Shitty DOMA/Welfare Reform/Kissing Gingrich’s Ass/NAFTA Clinton! I Even Miss THAT Clinton!

41. Disgust

42. Missing Carter

43. “I Gotta Get Off the Internet, Maybe Forever?”

43.1 Back on Internet

44. Shock, Disgust, Sadness, Fear, Misery

45. “We’re All Going to Die, Aren’t We?”


47. “The Racism is Worse than the Misogyny”

48. Missing Millard Fillmore

49. Sadness

50. “No, the Misogyny is Worse”

51. Giggling Uncontrollably at Something He Said that Is So Stupid It Does Not Qualify As ‘English’”

52. “I Can’t Be this Angry All the Time, I Need to Find An Outlet For My Anger, Maybe I’ll Like Get a Turtle to Take Care Of, Or Something”

53. Shock/Fear/Anger

54. Looking at Photos of Steve Bannon For Ten Minutes and Feeling Like If You Looked Like That You Would Not Consider Your Genes to be Superior to Those of a Fucking Salamander, Much Less Any Other Human Race

55. Legitimately Missing Karl Rove

56. Disgust

57. Missing George W. Bush Again Because In Retrospect At Least We Didn’t Always Feel Like We Were Going To Die

58. Sadness

59. Despair

60. A Deep, Thick, Dense Shame and Embarrassment at the Idea That A Man This Clumsy, Incompetent, Corrupt, Hateful, Misogynistic, Morally Deficient, Racist, Ignorant, Easily-Manipulated, and All-Around Ridiculous Could Be Elected President of the United States

61. That’s What It Really Is: It’s Embarrassing

62. So Embarrassing

63. I’m Embarrassed for America

64. It’s So Embarrassing

I Feel Like I Don’t Even Know You Anymore - S.M ONE SHOT

Summary: Desperation allows new friends to corrupt your morals and places strain on your relationship with Shawn. 

AU: So this is very long and I spent the whole day doing it. I also hardly edited so I’m so sorry about error, but I’ve missed writing and am busy with work and just wanted to post it without waiting. I’ve missed you all so much. I hope this was alright, bit of different content and I tried to have a more serious topic but it feels a little dumb but whatever yo

Word Count: 11,070

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“Did you want to hang out after?” Shawn asked through the phone as I put my car keys in the ignition and turned.

“I’m not sure? Maybe? Depends what time I get home?” I paused a moment putting on my seatbelt. “Don’t wait up on me though.”

“Okay,” Shawn replied.

“Alright, I gotta go,” I said wanting to drive now.

“Okay, maybe see you then later. If not, love you.”

I smiled into the phone as I reached for my AUX cord. “Love you too.”

Both of us hung up the phone and I began to play music before exiting my driveway to head across town to my friend’s house.

The drive was quick and with no time I was sitting down in Amber’s basement with four other people playing a game of Life as they drank.

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Can we just…not…make Jason a smoker anymore?

Yes, Jason canon smoked at least once in pre-Crisis. He never did again. (I categorically reject all retconned examples of Jason smoking after he became Robin. It makes NO FUCKING SENSE for a character doing intense cardio every night; Batman would never tolerate it. DC retconning Jason as a habitual smoker was always, 100% about tagging Jason as being morally suspect/corrupted, in DC’s general habit of blaming Jason for his own murder.)

Jason has never smoked in canon since his resurrection, in ANY chronology. Moreover, the US economics of smoking have changed since Jason was created as a character. Cigarettes are no longer cheaper than a fast-food meal. The mechanisms by which children become addicted to nicotine are less routine. Packets of cigarettes now cost upward of $10 in the US. It’s not realistic for kid!Jason to have been a habitual smoker while he was homeless and stealing tires to feed himself.

The only reason to make Jason a habitual smoker in 2017 is for the aesthetic. And fanfic isn’t a visual medium! Just don’t!