did i get all the 'names'

Dunkirk

No one’s really talking about it (because everyone is just talking about Tom Hardy and Harry Styles), so I’ll say it.

CILLIAN MURPHY KILLED IT; my boy really went above and beyond, and it still drives me crazy how underrated he is. Give my boy some love.

FIONN WHITEHEAD KILLED IT. I have to admit I had never heard of Fionn before Dunkirk, but I have a lot of respect for him now. He did amazingly well, and it’s extraordinarily sad how little attention he’s getting considering how well he did.

James D’Arcy was also great. The last scene he’s in was absolutely amazing.

Mark Rylance was ALSO great.

And all the young actors whose names I do not yet know were also absolutely incredible.

This film was stock full of phenomenal actor, so let’s not only sing the praises of two of them, even though the two of them were phenomenal as well.

PSA: Go see this film

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( i’ve been loving you for quite some time )

Summary: Being a camp counselor combines all your favorite things: kids, high adventure activities, campfires, campfire songs, watching the stars fly overhead, and a singular being who takes the name of Park Jimin.
Pairing: Jimin | Reader
Genre: Fluff; Camp Counselor AU
Word Count: 12,854
Author’s Note: If any of you guys remember, I did a little camp counselor Jimin drabble for this 100 WTSILY collab I’m doing and it sparked this desire for me to expand and create more on that little world, hence where the previous inspiration came from. & !! @minsvga !! because she supported this story since the planning stages and endured the 23+ texts i had to send just to get the story to her because china does not support communication via any types of social media and apparently trying to send a 12k text is “uncalled for” on iMessages. 

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It’s summertime, and the first few weeks had been brutal. The overpowering heat spent all its time trying to leak in through the closed windows of your house, trying to sink in through the walls, and had actually succeeded from most of its attempts—as a result, making your apartment feel not unlike an oven and letting you just boil on the very spot you stood. Your nights would be filled with laying on top of the covers, trying to will yourself not to sweat in your sleep; your days filled with sitting on the couch or debating whether or not it was worth running to your car just to drive to the mall or to the nearest Starbucks to suck in as much free air conditioner as you could muster.

Not to say that those things still aren’t relevant in your daily life, but things are only different in the slightest because today, you are in a car, drumming your fingers on the skin of your knee as your mom finally makes the turn into a parking lot. Before you, a bus lay ahead of you, a good few dozen or so other kids lingering about, either interacting with others or shifting back and forth amongst the crowd in order to try and get their duffle bags and backpacks loaded onto the bus. You recognize the pillows, the sleeping bags, the light baggage to avoid carrying too much and to avoid having too much to think about. You would know, because you are in a very similar situation—your own pillow tucked underneath your arm, your sleeping bag compressed as best as possible within your duffle bag, enough clothes to last the duration.

You know the protocol because you’ve endeared the pre-summer-camp excitement multiple times in the past, five consecutive years as a camp counselor to be more specific. Yet, you find yourself constantly returning back as a counselor because you absolutely love it. You love interacting with the kids, getting to spend some time up in the mountains where the sky was clearer, as was the lake and the meadows and every other seemingly insignificant thing that has plagued your memory over the past five summers.

You love getting to hang around other individuals who share your interests, who share your excitement for the outdoors and adventures. Speaking of other individuals, you immediately catch sight of a familiar face dashing his way towards you, bright smiles and wide grins to reflect what the next few weeks up in the mountains are going to be like.

“Y/N!” He exclaims, joining your side as soon as your mom pulls into a parking space and lets you know it’s okay to exit the vehicle. “Hey!”

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i did a bunch of draws of characters from a vn project i’d started last year but didn’t get very far in. i wasn’t happy with the way i was doing the sprites, is what made me quit

they’re all peoples’ avatars in an online chat program. their screen names are:

ping_latency*, breadpill, Marbas, xxx696969, cardamommy, and Aeroneous_X

anonymous asked:

could you maybe do something with sabo being possessive of ace? its fine if you dont want to , if you think itd be unrealistic or something

“I don’t like them,” Sabo says.

“You don’t need to,” Ace says, rolling his eyes. “I’m the one who needs to like them, and I do, Sabo.”

Sabo sets his jaw. “I don’t like them,” he repeats.

“Okay,” Ace says patiently, because sometimes patience is the only way to get anywhere with Sabo. “Why don’t you like them?”

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LEVEL 18 Dream Daddy: Deciphered!


LEVEL 18 EXCEPT IT’s WRITTEN IN READABLE ENGLISH

-By Tyler :3

Quick guide:
Text in quotes is spoken
Text in asterisks are actions
Text without quotes is the player’s thoughts
Text with double parenthesis are special notes from me
Also “Player” is the name of the player name because I thought $PlayerFirstName didn’t look pleasing to the eye.

Player: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. What time is it? Must have been asleep for ages.

Player: I wonder what will happen now that Mary is gone? What about Joseph’s kids?

Player: And how will Amanda feel about all this?

Player: …Well, we all have each other. That’s what matters.

Player: I guess time will tell, right? Better get up and greet the day.    

Player: Wait.

Player: am I tied up?!

Player: What the hell?!

Player: How did I get here? What’s going on?!

Player: Joseph?

Player: Anybody?

Player: Don’t panic. You’re probably just dreaming. Why would there be a…

Player: …a dungeon.

Player: An evil dungeon. Why would there be an evil dungeon here?

Player: This can’t be real. Maybe I had too much Twilight Rouge.

Player: I’m, dreaming, or something.

???: “Oh, I guarantee this is real.”

Player: I can see someone at the end of the hall. It’s just a shape, I can barely make out any features.

Player: “Who’s there? Can you untie me?”

((I think that there’s supposed to be some sort of choice here, but the game only has responses, not choices.))

Player: Please, I, I don’t know how I got here. I think there’s been a mistake.

((I guess Joseph reveals himself at this point))

Player: “Joseph?! Jesus, what is this? Are you into this kind of thing? I wish you’d have warned me”

Joseph: “Into this kind of?”

Joseph: “Hah! Ha ha!”

Joseph: “I always liked you, Player. Goal oriented, anchored by family. The rock in a shallow sea.”

Joseph: “And down to pound, if you catch my meaning. I had a whale of a time last night.”

Joseph: “Get it? Whale? We talked extensively about whales last night? You don’t really like them?”

Joseph: “You’re not in a joking mood. I get that.”

Player: His voice is different. This whole situation is different. The way he’s talking… it’s…

Joseph: “Dastardly? Sadistic? It can be both. Throw another one in there. Wrathful. That one’s good.”

Player: Wait, How did he!?

Joseph: “I’m very perceptive. A good listener. I heard all those impure thoughts, Player, and about a married man, no less.”

Joseph: “I’m pretty sure that’s a sin.”

Player: “Who… are you?”

Joseph: “I told you, I’m a cool youth minister. Have you seen my tattoos? Were you even watching me tear it up on the dance floor?”

Player: “You used to be a lot more fun”

Joseph: “Well, hi. My name is Joseph. I have an alcoholic whore wife, whose life I destroyed.”

Player: Poor Mary… And their kids!

*Joseph laughs.*

Joseph: “My kids? Those aren’t my kids.”

Jospeh: “Well, they are my kids. In a way. Cosmically. I guess you could call them… vessels.”

Joseph: “And in that case I guess that technically makes me not a Dad. Woops. Sorry to kill that little fantasy for you.”

Player: “Joseph, this is insane. So the whole minister thing… that’s just a front for this weird sex dun-”

*Joseph starts laughing hysterically. He wipes a tear from his eye.*

Joseph: “Oh, that’s so cute. You think this is a sex thing.”

Player/Joesph(not sure): “I mean, it’s kind of a sex thing.”  

Player/Joseph(not sure…Probably Joseph):The safe word is… Jimmy Buffett.

Joseph: “Player, there are powers at work so far beyond your understanding that the very idea that I would sink to some half-baked sex game is a little insulting.”

Joseph: “All that religion mumbo-jumbo wasn’t entirely false. I am a man of the cloth, just not the cloth you’re thinking of.”

Joseph: “I am the conduit for something beautiful, Player. Something pure. And you have the honor of being part of it.”

Joseph: “I know that sounds kinda hokey but stick with me. I promise I’ll get back to being relatably cool in a second.”

Joseph: “Where you really are is under the house. Or I guess, under the houses.”

Player: “The houses!? Are we… under the cul-de-sac?”

Joseph: “Hey, deductive reasoning! Points for Player!”

Player: “How did nobody notice a dungeon underneath the town? Somebody would have had to!”

Joseph: “All dead. Everyone who figured it out, that is.”

Joseph: “And it’s not a dungeon. Dungeons are for old castles and twelve year olds. This place is… how would I describe it?

Joseph: "Inhabiting many spaces. The betweens of the world. The gaps in mathematics. It’s quite simply beyond you, I’m afraid.”

Joseph(Probably with a winking face): “Just think of it as the real Margarita Zone.”

((Side note, maybe the achievment “escape from the margarita zone” has something to do with this place?))

Player: This is too much… my head hurts…

Joseph: “Player, ever wonder where all the wives and husbands in town went? Why everyone’s an eligible single father?”

Player: “…I just thought it was a coincidence.”

Joseph: “Nothing’s a coincidence, idiot. No town in America has such a concentration of eligible, willing Dads.”

Joseph: “And do you want to know why?”

Player: “I don’t know if I do, Joseph.”

Joseph: “Because of me. Because of my work. Because of my loyalty”

Player: “Loyalty? You’re insane.”

Joseph: “Profoundly.”

Joseph: “How many couples have I pushed to divorce? How many wives and husbands have I hunted in the dark?”

Player: “Wait… Amanda’s mom… Cora… it can’t be!”

Joseph: “I unfortunately can’t take credit for that one. It seems entropy beat me to the punch.”

Player: I don’t know if that’s a relief or not.

Joseph: “But man, what if I had? The look on your face would’ve been priceless.”

Joseph: “Maple Bay is a psychic beacon of unfathomable power, but it requires sacrifice. It needs to feed on those deep, unquenchable pangs of anguish.”

Joseph: “And all to get these very good friends of ours here, in my town, and my father’s town, and his father before him. Hurting for human touch. Praying for the salvation of kindness.”

Player: “I don’t understand.”

Joseph: “Of course you don’t. You were out there gallivanting about, seducing all the hottest single Dads. Meddling in something you have no understanding of. A greatness you could not conceive.”

Joseph: “Out there, in the dark of the sea, lies something that has been waiting to return for a hundred million years. It showed the path to Jonah, my ancient ancestor, as it has shown the path to me”

Joseph: “And I will fuck each Dad whose life I destroy until the shame and stink of their failures has returned our eternal king to life. The fuel of a hundred thousand rank darknesses of the soul.”

Player: Wow…

Joseph: “Do you have anything you’d like to say?”

*Player is given a choice, but they lead to the same response*

Joseph: “Just kidding! You don’t get to choose. I know you’re used to being in control here.”

Joseph: “But now it’s my turn.”

Joseph: “And don’t worry yourself about Amanda.”

Player: “If you touch her…”

Joseph: “Please, Player, give me some credit. Look at my pedigree.”    

Joseph: “If I do my job, I won’t even have to.”

Joseph: “Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s some other business I need to attend to. Your dear friend Robert has been awfully worried about you…”

Joseph: “I think it’s about time that miserable drunk gets one last visit from the Dover Ghost.”

Player: “This is a nightmare.”

Joseph: “A beautiful nightmare, wouldn’t you agree?”

Joseph: “All along you’ve been living a dream, Daddy.” ((Ohhhh snap he said it))

Joseph: “Now it’s time to wake up.”

(I assume that Joseph leaves for a moment)

Player: Oh man. This is bad. This is very bad.

Player: How long was I out? When is he coming back? How do I get out of here?

*A hand slips over my mouth.*

???: “Don’t say anything.”

???: “Hell, don’t even think anything.”

Mary: “It’s okay, Player. It’s me.”

Mary: “I’m gonna get you out of here.”

*She kneels down and starts working on the ropes around my ankles.*

Mary: “I gotta be honest, I didn’t like you at first.”

Player: “I guess I did try to break up your marr-”

Mary: “Shh! Shut up for once.”

Mary: “Look, truth is I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for the both of us. I don’t think you’re a bad person, despite what you might think of me.”

Mary: “I don’t want it to end like this. Not again.”

*I raise my eyebrows at her.*

Mary: “Come on. Who do you think lived in that house before you?”

Mary: “Don’t think about it. Not right now.”

Mary, with a shocked expression: “He’s coming. Run, kid.”

*Mary finishes untying me and disappears.*

Player: I have to get out of here. I get out of the chair and run as fast as I can down the hallway outside of my… holding cell.

Player: Eventually I run out of breath. I can’t keep sprinting. Not with these Dad knees. ((™))

Player: I check myself. All I have are the clothes on my back and… this thing in my pocket. The pocket knife that Robert gave me. If I have to defend myself, this is all I have. ((I guess you theoretically can’t get this ending without going on the Robert dates first?))

Player: Looking ahead of me, I can’t see the end of the hallway… it bends further up there. I look back and can’t even see where I started. I guess the only thing I can do is keep going and hope there’s a way out on the other end.

Player: If there is an other end…

Player: The hallway bends and twists. Sometimes it gets smaller, to the point where I have to crawl on my hands and knees to get through. Sometimes it expands into a great cavern where I can’t even see the ceiling. I see no way out other than to keep moving forward.

Player: I dont know how long I’ve been walking, but my body aches with soreness. I’m long past dehydration. My head is pounding. My vision is blurred. I lean up against the walls of the hallway for support.

Player: And yet still here I am. I’ve been walking for what I think must be days. It could be weeks… months…  

Player: The exhaustion has sunk into my bones. I drift in and out of consciousness. I think I’ve slept, if you can call it sleep. My dreams are plagued with nightmares of being chased down this hallway. I see Joseph’s kids. They hide in the shadows. They’re coming to drag me back to Joseph.

Player: Oh god, Joseph. I can see his face so clearly in those dreams.

Player: I don’t know why I keep moving, why I keep placing one foot in front of the other. My clothes are tattered and my shoes have worn through.

Player: My hell is inescapable.

Player: Until…

Player: It’s… a door.

Player: A door at the dead end of the hallway.

Player: I place my hand on the knob, seeing for the first time my gnarled fingernails and stretched, papery skin. I open the door and walk through.

(probably a scene change here)

Player: …I’m in my house?! How did that…?

*Amanda rushes into the room, wrapping her arms around me in a ferocious bear hug.*

Amanda: “Where have you been?! Are you okay? I tried calling you like thirty times!”

Player: “A…Amanda?”

Amanda: “What happened? Did the boat break down or something?”

Player: “Oh… I… um…”

Amanda: “You know what? I’m just glad you’re home.”

Player: I look down and at myself and my clothes. They’re… there. My shoes are on. My fingernails aren’t gnarled.

Player: I feel… fine.

Player: I hug Amanda again. Nothing has ever felt as good in my entire life.

Player: I have to choke back tears of relief.

Player: “Amanda… I’m… so glad to see you. You have no idea.”

Amanda: “You didn’t see a whale, did you? You poor thing.”

Player: “No whale could keep me from my daughter.”

Amanda: “You’re damn right.”

Amanda: “You know what? You need breakfast. A very greasy breakfast.”

Player: “That sounds amazing.”

*Amanda skips out of the room.*

Player: This is all so confusing… was it a dream?

Amanda: “By the way, is it okay if Emma P. comes over tonight?”

Player: “Emma P.?”

Amanda: “You know, my best friend?”

Player: “Wait… I thought… isn’t Emma R. your best friend?”

Player: “She has red hair? You do art together? You pooped in her bed during that sleepover one time?”

Amanda: “Oh right, my mistake. Teenager brain, you know?”

Player: I sit down on the couch, suddenly very exhausted. All I want is to have a big plate of hashbrowns with my daughter by my side while I quietly work on my word jumbles.

Player: I reach over to the coffee table and grab my trusty book of jumbles.

Player: This is… this is a crossword puzzle.

Player: I stare at it for too long.

Player: “Hey Amanda…”

*Amanda pops her head in from the kitchen.*

Amanda: “Workin’ hard on these eggs, Dadtron. If you want the perfect over-medium I gotta be in the zone.”

Player: “When’s your birthday?”

Amanda: “Why, did you get me something?”

Player: “No, seriously. When’s your birthday?”

Amanda: “My birthday? Dad, really? Do I have to answer this?”

Player: “I have seen a lot of weird stuff today, Amanda. Humor me.”

Amanda…: “My birthday is…”

Amanda…?: “It’s…”

(Amanda becomes Demon!Amanda)

Demon!Amanda: “Nothing gets past you, huh?”

Joseph, probably: “You know, I almost had you going there for a sec. Was it the crossword puzzle that gave it away? You know, I try so hard to nail the details.”

Joseph: “Like, cooking you breakfast? Over-medium eggs with hash browns? Come on. That’s so you.”

Joseph: “And my Amanda impression? I really think I stuck the landing on her irreverent yet wholesome tone. The whole "manic pixie dream daughter” thing? I should’ve been on Broadway with these chops.“

Joseph: "I feel like you’re not appreciating how much work I’ve put in here.

*Amanda turns ash black, her clothes, hair and bracelets collapsing into concentric rings of pitch-dark smoke.*

*Cracks begin to form along the walls around me. I look down and see the floor collapsing in tiles. As the walls, crumble… I see where I truly am.*

Joseph: "Almost got away, huh?”

Joseph: “Dunno how you got out of those ropes. You’re a crafty one, aren’t you?”

Player: “Mary…”

Joseph: “Oh right! Mary! She’s rocking the tag team with you, isn’t she?”

Joseph: “Funny, here I was thinking marriage was about trust.”

Joseph: “You know I thought I was gonna take care of Robert, and then here you were trying to make your escape and honestly Player youâ’re just killing my whole timeline here.”

Player: Wait… Robert.

Player: As quick as I can, I pull his folding knife out of my pocket and lunge for Joseph, throwing all my force into him…

Player: Joseph knocks the knife out of my hand. It skitters across the room.

Player: Aw, man.

Joseph: “Player, I thought we were cool.”

Joseph: “I thought we had a thing here. What happened to Margarita Zone?” ((again, I think the achievment might be connected to this scene))

Joseph: “Welp, sorry bud, but I guess I’m gonna have to do ya dirty.”

Player: “…”

Joseph: “Doing you dirty means I have to kill you.”

*Joseph wraps his hands around my neck, smiling as he tightens his grip.*

Joseph: “What’s wrong? You were so into this last night.”

Player: I have no strength left to fight him.

Player: This is it. Isn’t it?

Player: The world goes quiet around me.

Player: All I can think about is Amanda… I miss her so much.

Player: I’m sorry Amanda. I love you more than anything.

Player: Please be good…

*Mary swoops in, I guess and attacks Joseph*

*Joseph cries out in pain*

*Joseph’s eyes go wide. He releases his grip on me and I gasp in air. He turns around.*

Mary: “It’s over, Joseph.”

Joseph: “Honey, sweetie, you… stabbed me.

Mary: "You stole so much of my life from me.”

*Joseph backs away from Mary, clutching the wound on his shoulder.* ((I think there was an image of Joseph with a bloody shoulder, most likely used in this scene))

Joseph: “Sweetheart… we can work this out.”

Mary: “I’m done with you.”

???: “Father?”

*Chris peeks into the doorway behind Mary. He looks… different. Behind him are Christian, Christie, and Crish, who all creep into the room.*

*Mary makes a shocked sound effect*

Kid(s)(really could be any kid): “Father… we’re so hungry.”

Kid(s): “Won’t you feed us, Father?”

*Mary makes a neuteral sound like “hmph” or something*

*Mary turns to me and holds out a hand.*

Mary: “Hey, sailor.”

Mary: “It’s time to go.”

Player: The children corner Joseph as I crawl to Mary, who pulls me into the hallway. I look back into the room at the horror I had escaped. I… it’s…

Player: The more I look at it, the more it seems to break my mind. I turn away, my head pounding.

Joseph(While laughing): “This body is but a conduit, Mary! I’ll see you in your nightmares!”

(some sort of scene change happens)

Player: “What the hell?”

Player: My eyes open and I shoot up in bed, gasping for air.

???: “Dad!”

*Amanda leaps off of the chair in my room and attacks me with a hug.*

Player: “Amanda!”

Player: This is the best hug of my life.

Amanda: “I was so worried about you…”

Player: I’m so happy to see her again…

Player: “Amanda, what’s your birthday?”

Amanda: “Dad, did you forget again?”

Amanda: “It’s March 22nd. You got me a record player and we ate an ice cream cake at the beach? But then I dropped the ice cream cake and got sand all over it? Remember?”

Player: “I.. I remember that.”

Player: “Panda I missed you so much. What… what happened?”

Amanda: “You don’t remember?”

Amanda: “The yacht sank. The rescue crews had to pull you out of the water. That was a few days ago.”

Player: “Where’s Joseph?”

Amanda: “They found something in the Yacht wreckage. Some documents that showed he was embezzling funds from the church. Nobody’s seen him since.”

Amanda: “There’s a detective here who’s been waiting to talk to you. He’s nice but he’s drinking all of our coffee. Lemme go grab him.”

Player: “Wait…”

Amanda: “Yeah?”

Player: “Amanda, I love you so much.”

Amanda: “I love you too, Dad.”

*Amanda skips out of the room, and in a moment Mary enters with…*

*…the guy I saw in the hallway.*

Mary: “Rise and shine, bucko.”

Player: “Mary… are you okay?”

Mary: “You know it was a real shame, what happened to Joseph. I had no idea he was doing what he was doing to the church. And I can’t believe he ran once the feds showed up, leaving me to take care of our four beautiful children on my own.”

Mary: “But don’t worry, they’re staying with my parents out in the midwest til this all blows over.”:

*Mary stares at me, waiting for me to say something.*

((I think they’re may be a choice here, but there’s only Mary’s responses are in the code so I’ll just skip over that.))

Mary: “I’m happy you’re okay. I was worried about you.”

Player: “Thanks, Mary.”

*Mary cracks a smile before turning and leaving my room.*

Mary: “Take it sleazy, fellas.”

*Once the door closes, the man pulls up a chair and sits next to my bed.*

???: “You don’t know me, but I know a lot about you, Player. Been keeping tabs on you for a while.

Player: "Who are you?”

Saul: “Graves. Detective Saul Graves.”

Saul: “There’s strange and mysterious forces at work here in Maple Bay.”

Saul: “But it’s my job to get to the bottom of this.”

Saul: “What you saw down there… what we both saw down there… I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forget it. And I get the feeling that you won’t be able to, either.”

Player: “So what does this mean for me?”

Saul: “It means to live your life like none of this ever happened. Go be happy. Go raise your daughter. Go fall in love.”

Saul: “Be well, Player.”

*Saul walks to the door of my bedroom, but stops. He turns to me.*  

Saul: “I know it’s hard to raise a kid as a single parent. Even I lost my wife under ‘mysterious circumstances.’”    

Saul: “And…”

Saul: “Little Barry and I have been on our own for a while now, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned through all of this, it’s that us Dads have to help each other out.”

Saul: “Get some rest. But if you’re not doing anything later… maybe you give me a call.” ((WINK??!?!!))  

That’s the end. I have MANY questions that shall probably remain unanswered forever, such as: Will Saul play a bigger role in the story? Is he a dateable DLC dad or something? Where is the whittling minigame mentioned in the credits? Who knows!!!!!!!

holliday-doc  asked:

You know what really makes me mad... "fans" of the show getting all pissed off saying the cast is mocking Superc*rp and saying the show and cast are cancelled after all the shit they threw at Chris. Maybe the cast just got tired of all their shit. (Sorry I just needed to vent)

YES TO ALL OF THAT! That is exactly my thinking as well.. The cast was getting tired of all the shit the s*perc*rp extremists were doing. Dragging characters, being rude to writers and creators, and sending hate to actors. And they mostly do all that stuff in the name of their ship, so naturally the cast is fed up and did that in retaliation. Also, i think they accidentally said ‘girlfriend’ as in a friend who is a girl, and they corrected themselves immediately, saying that she is only a friend, and nothing more. 

(vent away!) 

ASOUE characters as things my friends and I have said
  • Violet: "I'm in mechanical heaven"
  • Klaus: "I'm fine, just filled with anxiety and moral dread."
  • Sunny: "It's not THAT illegal."
  • Olaf: “Turns out you can't get drunk from that amount of wine.”
  • Lemony: "I don't know you but I'll fuck you up anyway"
  • Esme: "I wanna marry a king. Because then I’d be a queen and I’d get to chill in dramatic velvet robes all day.
  • And, hello. Dramatic men are good in bed. it’s a fact. So, good sex, and money."
  • Isadora: "Merry Christmas, have some writing that I did."
  • Duncan: "Memes do not belong in this classroom"
  • Quigley: "This bitch ate half my pretzel"
  • Carmelita: "Hey, late is my middle name; after 'bossy' and 'rude'."
  • Jerome: "My, babe, tell me more about your plans to put down the revolution..."
  • Kit: "what do you call sad coffee..............DEPRESSO"
  • Jacques: "I can't keep all these damn aliases straight!"
  • Olivia Caliban: "I can't resist his pretty voice! You know that!"
  • Justice Strauss: "Marry that hot baguette. I wish you the best."
  • Georgina Orwell: "I'm a total bitch. That's a flaw, isn't it?"

Far as draft picks, my name did not get called
Bet before I go I put a billion on the board
Hall of Fame Stan, I did it all without a pen
Y'all knew that was comin’, I had to remind y'all again, huh?

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Forduary week three: Support
At least he’ll always have his brother there to support him, right?


You can see all of my Forduary entries here and all of my Stanuary entries here.

relationship goals: someone looking at me the way all of bangtan look at jimin

Originally posted by mochifairyjimin

*forgets lines, name, age, whole life*

Originally posted by bellahasjams

*when staring contests turn into declarations of love*

Originally posted by jiminiemini

*trying and failing to keep composure*

Originally posted by busanplayboy

*wondering how one got so lucky*

Originally posted by vminv

*must love and protect smol bean*

Originally posted by kc-junghsk

*/SCREAMING/ angels do exist*

By now, most of you have seen the photo that Misha posted on Twitter of himself and J2 holding a pride flag from PhoenixCon. The flag was from this photo op @bookkbaby and I did as tribute to the Orlando shooting on June 12th, 2016. 

On the flag, are the names of all the victims whose lives were taken that night. This was the op we went there to do. The version Misha posted was his idea and he requested to do a second shot to take it. 

In this photo, Booky is holding the trans flag, Misha is holding the asexual flag, Jared is holding the pansexual flag, and Jensen is holding the bisexual flag. 

Excuse all the watermarks, but after seeing Misha’s version get photoshopped, cropped, edited, and reposted to suit people’s agendas, I wanted to take caution. 

anonymous asked:

I was watching my brother play xbox when I realized... professional sports teams have video games. With avatars that look just like the players and have their stats. Sooo professional exy teams could have a video games.. and when Neil and Andrew went pro they would see their little video game selves

okay so listen:

  • andrew never pays attention to literally anything going on with his exy career
  • like seriously? he goes where they tell him and does what he’s contractually obligated to do 
  • so when he had to wear a weird suit and pretend to block a bunch of fake shots he thought it was probably some weird form of monitoring his health or muscles
  • of course he doesn’t tell neil about it in their nightly skype calls becuase it’s unimportant in his mind
  • unknown to andrew, neil also did the same thing but doesn’t much care for video games so he also says nothing
  • basically a literal day after it’s happened they’ve both forgotten about it 
  • but then the game comes out 
  • and everyone starts tweeting them about it
  • and making funny vines with 6-foot whatever kevin day being checked by 5′0″” andrew minyard
  • (it’s probably some thing where you can just like assign the players any position for fun idk)
  • neil picks up on it an favorites a bunch of videos on twitter
  • (poor boy didn’t know other people could see his likes)
  • and of course matt calls neil the day it comes out
    • “neil! you didn’t tell me we’d both be in a video game together?!? how sick is that! you totally have to come over and play, bro”
  • basically neil loves it because he gets to play as andrew and ends up mimicking him as he does it 
    • “my names andrew and i squish garbage in the can until it’s too full and i refuse to take it out”
    • “hey guys, watch out! i have the ball and i’m not afraid to beam it at your ankles if you look at me the wrong way!”
    • “i’m andrew and i pretend to hate the cats but wheni think neil’s not looking i make kissy noises at them and hold them in my arms”
    • “neil’s bothering me so i’m going to pretend he’s a vegetable and pretend he doesn’t exist”
  • of course andrew catches him doing it one time when neil thought he was home alone and was playing online with matt
  • (he was home alone but had jumped into a monologue as andrew and was too distracted to hear him walk in for his weekend visit)
  • of course andrew decides to get him back by doing the same thing as neil
    • “my name is neil and i’m an idiot who has no self preservation”
    • “watch out kevin, i’m here to steal your one true love away, the court”
    • “did you guys know that i leave my socks all over the apartment becuase that’s where they belong?”
  • it definitely turns into a way for them to get out their petty aggression on one another
  • and if one of the foxes just happens to post multiple videos of it online and create a small phenomena, then that’s between them and the thousands of views
Accepting Anxiety: Part 2/2: Can Anxiety Be Good? Analysis

Okay so before I start jsyk I’ve been happy stimming since I saw the video my arms are so tired


- Roman’s previously is so extra

- The clock is in color now

- Anxiety’s room: Anime poster, masquerade mask, candles, album art, a LOT of Nightmare Before Christmas stuff, spooky lamp, spider curtains, cat

- We get Anxiety’s music it’s nice

- Patton really hates spiders // when he needs comfort, he buries his face in the cardigan

- Roman is protective of Morality

- Everyone has cool toned lighting except for Anxiety, his is warm. And he fills up more of the frame than usual

- Anxiety is so, so, so, mad about them being in his room. His eyeshadow is way darker as well.

- Roman screams like a little girl

- Does Roman always have a brush on him? Or???

- “Didn’t seem like I was wanted. You all made that pretty clear.” He looks at Roman when he says that, then glances away. 

- This is the third or fourth time he’s said, “Except you, Patton.”

- “I love my dark strange son” *Heathers playing the background*

- Roman is horrible at making things better

- THomas tells ROman to shut up the first time

- Logan is the first to get eyeshadow beneath his eyes. As the video progresses, the other two get them as awell and they get darker, eventually worse than Anxiety’s

- Anxiety is so unhappy that they’re there. “If I wanted to be insulted, I would have just shown up like I usually do.” His room has been a place where he’s safe, and they’ve corrupted that

- “You poor little anxious baby”

- Thomas doesn’t have eyeshadow on I don’t think but he has bags under his eyes T H O M A S go to sleep

- Everyone is kind of an asshole in this video it’s weird

- There is so much self hatred in Anxiety

- Thomas tells Roman to shut up a second time, third, and fourth time

- Each time we cut back to roman during that, his eyeshadow is darker

- Patton asks about Roman’s self esteem issues 

- and then gets insecure about his questions // when he does so he flinches back away from Princey like he’s waiting to be attacked either physically or verbally. I know that look

- Patton is supportive 

- I just noticed this but Patton’s camera is angled downwards

- Logan rambles and gets dark help him

- Anxiety flinches from Logan yelling (there’s a lot of loud and a lot of flinching in this video)

- Patton doesn’t like loud noises either

- Logan’s eyeshadow gets worse as he rambles and Princey’s hair starts to fall into his face

- Anxiety is an alarm clock

- Patton yells that Anxiety is happiness

- Logan doesn’t like the loud noise now too “E=MC scared”

- Patton is worried he won’t be allowed the chance to speak

- When Thomas is praising Anxiety, Roman looks extremely distressed and takes two deep breaths

- Roman admitting that Anxiety isn’t all bad looks so difficult for him but it also comes out like something he’s been trying to say for a long time but hasn’t been able to psych himself up to do

- Anxiety’s small smile at Roman saying he makes them all better

- Roman’s immediate response after the smile is “Was that good did I do good?”

- The effect on Anxiety’s voice is beautiful

- Breathing as a technique to stop the anxiety (I know it’s a thing but doesn’t work for me)

- Anxiety praises Thomas as he guides him from the mindscape

- “Being anxious about getting more anxious. Sounds like me”

- Roman is genuinely surprised that Anxiety saved him

- Even though he plays it off, it means a lot to Anxiety that Patton is proud of him

- “Vigilant People” *eyebrow raise* foreshadow

- Anxiety is genuinely distressed about sharing his name

- “You’re great Patton”

- “Logan. Shut your ever flapping gobtalker.”

- Patton is all of us

- No music during the reveal

- Roman is in complete panic about Thomas wanting to know about his laughter in regards to Anxiety being a virgin…. uh….. okay

- Roman acknowledges how much Anxiety had to trust them to reveal his name as Virgil. 

- By the way, Virgil is derived from Vigilant. It’s also of Roman descent

- “You can call me Verge” okay edgelord

-  W H A T  O T H E R S ROMAN stop dropping bombs on us

- Sound of Music farewells

- Anxiety is so happy to be accepted

- The end card is so cute Patton is so pure I love him

Take it easy, guys, gals and nonbinary pals

To be Rock n Roll you Have to Make everyone a little Uncomfortable

This summer, I cut my hair short. The shortest it’s ever been. And do you want to know why I did it? Because it was hot this summer, and I always say yes to adventure. That’s truly the long and..ahem…short of it.
A lot of women have shorn their locks this year, all for various reasons. Some out of convenience like me, some for deeper meanings in search of personal change. Some ladies are doing it simply out of defiance to show the world that a woman’s hair does not define her worth or beauty.
It’s amazing when you are in the public eye how passionate people can get about small changes like this. Especially on the net, the name calling, sexist comments and the mean, judgmental attacks on my gender and sexuality. All because I cut a few inches off my hair. And in the meantime most of my male friends right now are growing their mops out down to they asses! It’s just hair, it grows and gets cut. And the reason I’m addressing this issue is because there’s this misconception that your hair, what you wear, how skinny you are, your social status etc…defines your worth and your beauty. To that I’d like to say that my short hair was a test and some of you passed, and some of you failed because This could not be further from the truth. Your worth and your beauty is measured by your heart. It’s Your ability to accept yourself and others for their uniqueness, and really, being a good human is what makes you beautiful. I’ve been friends,dated and have had trists with a few handfuls of people. I’ve fallen for people who aren’t “traditionally and marketed as” beauty, and have considered them sexy and fucking amazing looking because of their bold, spunky, golden heart. I’ve also had close contact with our ‘traditional, socially accepted as beautiful people’ … and the truth is … it doesn’t matter how long your hair , your skinny waist or glowing skin… if you’re an asshole nobody wants to fuck, love or have you in their circle! The most beautiful people that I’ve kissed and that I’ve have had in my inner circle… are the rebels… the people that are defiantly being them, dressing like the want to, wearing their hair like they want to, getting tats, piercings, or none of those things. Just owning who you are is seriously the most sexy and beautiful thing you will ever do! And for me personally…this is what attracts me to someone.
I hope that everyone goes on Facebook and checks out every foul comment people are making about my hair. I hope every little girl and little dude reads this. I’m here to tell you that there’s always going to be people who will criticize you, judge you and are going to be downright cruel to you for the way you look sometimes. But when this happens you have to remember that You are ‘Rock n Roll’. You are not a pop star or a porn star where your worth is measured by your youth and your looks…. you Are Rock n Roll because you make everyone uncomfortable and are unapologetically yourself, you walk into a room with your head high and Own it, you dress yourself the way you want and you follow your dream at all costs with no backup plan!
Let everyone say what they want. But the only reason someone will troll you about your amazingness is because they are insecure and/or are dinosaurs who have no clue how to exist in 2017. Be you. Love you. Because I love you and we Stand Out together.

And P.S. do not feel sorry for me about any ridiculous comments that have been thrown my way… be sorry for the people that posted them… poor souls, I only give them love and encouragement to find who they are inside and not just own it .. but “Rock n Roll own it”

Love,
Lzzy Hale

Little White

(Thank you very much @sawthatwink ! I hope you like it  ❤)


Harry was walking back to the Gryffindor tower when he saw it, a corn snake, the thickest part of it was about as round as his thumb and it was only about a foot long. It was pale almost white, an albino, but the pale yellow-orange markings along it’s back had been charmed to a vibrant green.

Harry glanced around for the owner but the hallway was empty, there wasn’t even the sound of retreating footsteps.

He dropped into a crouch next to the snake doggedly slithering along the stones and hissed a quiet greeting, “Hello, little one, are you lost?

The snake lifted its head, looking as startled as a snake can to be talked to by a human. The snake seemed to think a great while before she answered in a prim tone, “No. I am certain of my way but I am cold. I would warm myself with your heat.

Harry held out his hand and the little snake slid into it, her small little body was chilled from the stone floor. He stood and leaned back against the wall, cupping the snake in both hands, “Where are you going?” he asked.

The snake flicked her tongue, “You would know my business without even asking my name or offering your own? Are all humans so rude?”

Harry blinked and then grinned, “No, just me probably,” he hissed apologetically, “May I ask what your name is?

You may,” the snake said bobbing her head slightly in something like a nod, “Among my own I was known as Little White. My human calls me something like Morning, it is not a name I recognize or could pronounce in the proper tongue.

A pleasure to meet you, Little White. I am Harry Potter but you may call me what you like,” Harry said.

Little White raised her head higher, turning her head this way and that to get a better look at him.

Would you like any help?” Harry asked again now that the introductions were complete.

Little White flicked her tongue out furiously, “It appears I require no more help as it was you I was looking for, Hairy Pot-Maker.”

Harry winced, he really did not like the literal representation of his name in parsel tongue.

I was headed to your nest,” Little White said, “I thought perhaps I could do something, as hopeless as it is to try and do anything with most of your kind. You are all intolerably stupid. I am pleased to know you can at least manage the true tongue.

Thank you?” Harry said, grinning in something between amusement and disbelief at this little snake’s cheek.

Little White regally dipped her head again, “You are most welcome, Hairy Pot-Maker.

Harry winced again, “I would rather you didn’t call me that. Really, anything else would be better.

Then should I call you raven-locked or emerald eye or perhaps hearts-desire?” Little White asked archly.

What?” Harry blinked in surprise.

Little White shifted in his palms to a spot with more warmth, “My human calls you those things, amongst others in the silence of his den. I do not understand ‘love’ and 'desire’. It makes little sense to me. A snake seeks the company of other snakes only to mate and then they separate. Yet you humans seem drawn to one another often.” she cocked her head slightly, “Perhaps it is your warmth, I can understand that. Human warmth is very desirable, a pair of humans might share warmth together.

“…So you wanted to help your human?” Harry asked, feeling a little flushed that someone, a Slytherin someone, had a crush on him.

Yes. He is heart-sick for wanting you yet he will not speak his desire. He believes you would be opposed, to the point of anger or even violence.” Little White said, watching him intently.

I wouldn’t do that,” Harry hurriedly assure her.

I believe this of you,” Little White said, thoroughly unimpressed with him, “Despite his wanting of you I find it unlikely that you are worthy. My human is very warm and provides fine mice for me. He calls me beautiful. I would not share his warmth.

Harry’s brow furrowed, “but weren’t you coming to try and help him?

I have changed my mind,” Little White said. “Put me down.

I could take you back to him?” Harry offered, mostly out of politeness.

Little White turned her head away, “I would not have him look upon you, ever again.

Harry felt a little dumbstruck. He was about to kneel and put the little snake when he heard running footsteps and turned to look. Malfoy was running down the hallway, his robes flapping around him, his swept back hair falling down around his face. He had his wand in his hand, doing what appeared to be a point me spell.

Malfoy zeroed in on Harry and his cupped hands immediately and stomped over as if he wasn’t a flustered, faintly flushed mess, “Did you find a snake, a white snake with green markings?”

Harry silently lowered his hands so Malfoy could better see.

“Morgana!” Malfoy cried in relief, he reached out to take her and then pulled back as if he didn’t want to touch Harry.

Before Harry would have interpreted that action in an entirely different way. He felt a little dizzy.

Malfoy held his hand out, “My snake, if you please, Potter.”

Little White was flicking her tongue furiously at Harry, “You do not look at my human like that! I have decided and will not share!

Harry glanced down at her, feeling a smile on his lips. He looked back up, Malfoy was looking rather cute. He dropped his cupped hands onto Malfoy’s warm palm, letting Little White slip down and wrap around securely around Malfoy’s wrist. Harry curled one hand around Malfoy’s tracing his fingers over the back of Malfoy’s hand. He watched Malfoy’s face flush faintly, a shiver going through his hand, the rest of him seemed to be frozen in place.

Harry said, “I was was thinking-”

Little White lunged out, biting Harry’s thumb.

Harry jerked his hand back, mostly out of shock. The little snake couldn’t really hurt him.

She pulled back, her body still raised high in warning, “I said No!

“Morgana! Why did you-! Don’t do that!” Malfoy hissed looking a little panicked and telling Harry, “She’s never done that before. You must have just startled her.”

“I’m sure,” Harry said glaring at her. He smiled at Malfoy, “As I was going to say, do you want to go out sometime?”

Malfoy flushed even pinker, “What?”

“On a date,” Harry said, tempted to reach out and touch Malfoy again but deciding against it, “I thought maybe we could share some warmth together.”

Malfoy searched his expression and then hesitantly nodded.

Little White muttered, “I’m going to shit in your shoes.

2

:’)

I’ve been reflecting on my years in special ed and I remember as a kid the first thing I noticed was that the teachers seemed a little too happy. They were unusually bright and cheery all the time. Later I realized that this is how they think you’re supposed to talk to ND kids. I remember one time in class a teacher explained something and then-in front of the WHOLE class- she singled me out and asked “did you get that, (my name)?” I tried to play it cool and said something like “uh, yeah, you just said that” to which she responded in an obnoxiously cheery tone “good! That means you’re listening!” I felt mortified and patronized beyond description.

Looking back, I realize that the best teachers who I never felt patronized by where the ones who had learning disabilities themselves. This one teacher with ADHD was one of my favorite teachers and he was so awesome and I’d always look forward to class with him. He’s talk about his own issues with organization and stuff and I really get like he understood us students.

I don’t mean to make a generalization but I really feel like most NT special ed teachers are doing their jobs for the wrong reasons. I get the impression that they see special ed as a charity project for them so they can feel like a good person or be like one of those special ed teachers in those inspiration porn articles (“heartwarming! this special ed teacher smiled at his students!”). ND special ed teachers have a much better connection with their students in my experience because although every learning disability is different, they understand the basic experience the student is going through and they don’t feel the need to put in this stilted bright-and-cheery persona.

Roll to Kiss

(Okay, some background, my homebrew session is on its second arc and it’s become a running joke to have the players roll for extremely stupid actions. I had decided to give an npc a necrotic illness that basically is killing her slowly. The barbarian tiefling wanted to kiss her before she was gone, so naturally…)

Me: Roll to kiss.
Rogue (OOC): Oh, come on!
Barbarian (OOC): No, it’s fine, watch this. *she rolls a crit miss*
Me: You kiss her like a fish, like how little kids kiss eachother.
Barbarian (OOC): Okay, but shouldn’t I get advantage because she’s dying?
Me: I guess? Reroll for advantage.
*she rolls a nat 20 and everyone loses their shit*
Me: You kiss Julee and it’s probably the best kiss she’s had in her life. And you realize her last name, Silvertongue, was extremely accurate because her tongue did indeed taste of silver.
Julee: Wow, I wish I could be revived just so I could kiss ya again!
Barbarian (OOC): Did everyone clap?
Me: Yes, I know, because I was there, clapping.