doing whoever we wanted

Me: posts a pretty neutral opinion about ships in botw
Anons: scream at me how Sidon basically declared his love for Link and on the flipside only zelink is canon.

People, don’t do this to Sidon. Do not do to Sidon what fanatics did to sans of Undertale.


someone on this website: hey this celebrity has never done anything malicious or even particularly ignorant that they haven’t apologized for or learned from but they’re not a radical leftist so i say we all drop them

me: *rolls over and goes back to sleep knowing expecting anyone, let alone privileged celebrities, to be ideologically pure and radical is absolutely futile*

I was really shy as a kid, but my mum always used to take me to the theatre and I loved it, everyone sitting in a dark room and having the same experience, going on the same journey, and things that weren’t normally said in every day life were being said on stage. I didn’t know how to get into it. I didn’t know if I had any talent for it. I didn’t even know if I wanted to do anything in front of people, but I just loved that world. My parents instilled in me the idea that we can do and be whoever we want to be if we have the right level of awareness.

Oh dear. Loki done fucked up again. I’ve left this on a cliffhanger so I’m open to the idea of a Part 2 but I’ll need ideas. As much as I enjoy elongating stories, I need your guys’ help if you want me to add to them. Thanks to @deandoctorharryandsherlock​ for the request. 

I have a request for a LokixReader, so here goes. Can you do something where Loki is in his cell on Asgard and the reader wants to break him out. I know this is kinda vague, so just so whatever you want! Thanks! Love your writing!

“The Escape”

Loki paced the floor with his hands behind his back. He could escape if he wanted to – that’s what he told himself. He could escape if he wanted to, so it was only logical that he didn’t want to.

It had nothing to do with the fact every plan he made, every circumstance in which he freed himself, Thor got in the way. Thor always brought him to justice, back to his cell. So for now, he waited. Waited for the inevitable, for his little traps to bring about a reason that Thor should release him of his own accord. This assurance did nothing to alleviate the duration of his sentence.

The burden of waiting was worsened by the severe lack of company. Aside from his mother who visited her “son” once a week, he rarely received visitors.

He so rarely had company that he was genuinely surprised to see you standing outside of his cell. What a strange turn of events!
“Decades of desertion and finally she visits.”

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anonymous asked:

thank you for post/153826024758/everyone-acts-like-trc-is-some-iconic-gay-shit-and 1 as it might be frustrating trc was never about THAT kind of love (sexual, romantic whatever) its about friedship!!!

2 people say pynch didnt get enough attention but dude maggie wrote poetry for those boys. the way they describe each other, the way they swing around each other, the way their friendship developted, the way they understand each other. THE FLIRTING IN TRK for god’s sake. dude the ocean burned!!!!!!!! 3 this is the way maggie writes. she drops hints. shes subtle. she says things without saying them properly. like adam describing how dangerously handsome ronan looked, how it sounds like poetry when ronan swears. and at the same time he thought about how beautiful blue is, and how her boobs looked good on that dress. im not gonna talk about ronan cause it was fucking obvious the whole time. 4 [½] also i think maggie once said she doesn’t put labels on her characters or write the whole “coming out situtation” cause she hopes people will read her books in like 20 years and by that time sexuality wont be a taboo anymore. we’ll just like whoever the fuck we want without having to do an announcement. and dude the way she writes those boys is so beautiful natural and soft. 4 [2/2] im so glad adam didn’t freaked out cause he discovered a BOY had a crush on him. im so glad he didnt freaked out cause HE had a crush on that boy. im so glad their insecurites towards each other had nothing to do with gender!!!! im so glad they simply love each other!!!! 5 and im saying all this shit as a bi girl who loves being represented by characters. i just think it doesnt have to be the same kind of representation every time. sometimes we can just appreciate love by what it is. IM SORRY I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO PROPERLY SPEAK ENGLISH bye

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!! You put it beautifully and I couldn’t have said it better. Everything. Just. Every word. Ily this post is great I can’t even add anything to it because it’s perfect!!

How are people upset about the fact Jared went for a night hike in Runyon the weekend of camp, with Babu and friends he’s known for years?

1) It’s his goddamn free time. He is free to spend it however he wants, with whoever he wants to do it with. We do not own him nor have any right to have a say in what he does with his personal time.

2) Last time I checked, he not only played all day around camp, put on a 2+ hour concert in which he killed it, then took campers on a 2+ hour night hike around Malibu, and then played an intimate acoustic set around a bonfire for some extra-financially-gifted echelon.

What people should be upset about is the fact that he clearly has superhuman genomes and is holding out on the rest of us. His DNA could probably cure all our mortal ailments.* Feel free to take that however you wanna take it.


*Like, legit. Scientists need to stop looking in the rainforest for shit to cure diseases and start looking in Jared Leto.

The Experience Gone Wrong


Y/n is a hairdresser and is given an opportunity to try something different, except she underestimates how difficult it’ll be when a handsome stranger walks through the door.

“Okay y/n, you confident to dye hair today?” My manager addresses me as I sweep hair off of the salon floor. Immediately I am interested and a smile appears on my face, for weeks now she has barely let me do anything besides cleaning. We all have the same qualifications, maybe it’s just because I’m the youngest here, having just finished my training but that doesn’t mean I have less potential.

“Are you serious?” I ask, her face remains emotionless and I finish sweeping and put the broom aside, preparing my station for whoever is having their hair dyed. “Do we know what they want yet or?” I ask my manager but she ignores me walking off. “I’ll take that as a no.” I mumble to myself, patiently waiting for the customer to turn up.

I go out the back of the salon to make myself a drink when I hear lots of greetings take place out front, leaving my drink I take a peep to see who it was. As I do I find myself staring at the very attractive stranger who has very green hair, and matching dreamy eyes. He takes a look around and makes eye contact with me, as soon as he does he smirks and I wind my head back out of sight.

After taking a few minutes to compose myself and taking a few deep breaths I walk on out, trying to maintain my confidence when I see him sat at my station. Looking around checking that no one else was supposed to do his hair I walk over, trying to ignore how attractive he was.

“Hi, I’m y/n. Can I get you anything before we start today?” I give my usual introduction as I have been rehearsing for weeks to make it sound less forced.

I can see him contemplating in his reflection, “How about a glass of water and your phone number.” He winks to me and immediately I feel myself going red, I just walk off and get him some water. Taking extra time to calm down, knowing I’ll be in his company for the next four or more hours. As I walk back out, water in hand I see he is watching me in his reflection, waiting for me.

“So what are we doing today then-” I went to say his name but forgot, no one had introduced me to him, not even my manager.

“Michael.” He spoke up, causing me to smile and feel at ease. He played with his hair whilst he explained, “I’m thinking I want to go red, like a really vivid red, not blood red as that’d be terrifying although I’ve been called worse.” He joked and I let out a soft chuckle, nodding at his idea whilst I went to mix the correct dyes up.

Whilst I bleached his hair he talked about how he was in a band and they had been on tour for a few months, I vaguely remember hearing about their band but nothing comes to mind. “So, what do you want to do with your life then y/n?” He asks and it takes me back by surprise. I continue massaging the bleach into his hair whilst I think intently.

“I always thought I wanted to do this, be a hairdresser.” I started but took a look around at all the other hairdressers who just made jokes and had the same conversations, my manager who complained about her life and her customers all day long, how she demands people to do things for her. This isn’t the ideal life I dreamed about when I was little. “But I’ve been here for a few months, I can’t see myself working here for years to come.” I shook my head and shivered at the thought.

“What do you want to do then?” He reiterates his original question as I pull my hands away, letting the bleach do its job for a while as I remove my gloves cleaning up the station.

Taking away the empty containers and then come back I have the answer. “I always wanted to have a cupcake shop.” I smile proudly and he raises an eyebrow at me. “Don’t mock it was something I’m good at doing.” I fold my arms raising an eyebrow back to him.

“So cakes and shit?” He questions and I roll my eyes, directing him over to the sinks so I can wash his hair.

“No, not cakes and shit, that would be incredibly unhygienic duh.” I ooze sarcasm and laugh to myself. “I mean more like cakes and cupcakes, wedding cakes and pastries. Before I went down the route of hairdressing I baked all the time, it relaxed me a lot.” I thought back to how I made something different everyday, sometimes more during my exams.

“What happened?” He asks, actually showing interest in what I was saying, which was a first.

“This job.” I mumbled to him and he made an O shape, clearly understanding what I meant.

“If you hate it so much why not quit? Get another job?” He suggests as I wrap the towel around his head, and take him back to his chair and mix the red dye, thinking carefully.

“It’s not that easy Michael, I cannot afford to stop working for even a day.” I sigh, after that we don’t talk for a while, instead I just focus on covering all of his hair in the dye. Once it’s all on I walk away and remove the containers of dye. Making myself a drink whilst I was at it, not needing to be reminded of how awful my job was out there.

Placing my glass in the sink I look to my watch and rush back to Michael who smiles to me. “Come on, now we gotta wash it off.” I smile back to him and we return to the familiar sink.

“Sorry if I upset you earlier, I didn’t intend to.” He spoke up, I shook my head to him, seeing the initially cocky guy disappear into a more caring soul.

“It’s no problem, you just made me think a lot about this job and my life in general.” I said whilst massaging his hair. “Things don’t always work out the way you want at times. Jobs, money, dreams, relationships. In the end everything fails you.” He gives me a strange look as I finish washing his hair and wrap it into a towel to go and dry it off and style the best I could.

“Who failed you?” He asks just before I turn to hairdryer on.

I shake my head not wanting to go into details about my previous relationship with Kyle, I thought we were perfect together. He saw me through my long nights of studying,  helped me out a lot then one day just walked out. Never even gave me a reason why, since then I’ve had issues trusting people so easily, but Michael, he seems different.

Zoning out I finish his hair, but go wide eyed when I see the results and so does he. “Holy shit.” I say a bit louder than I had intended.

“Holy shit.” He repeats as we both stare at his hair.

I start to panic the more I stare at it. “Your hair is highlighter pink.” I state and feel awful. But he does the unexpected, he bursts out laughing.

Whilst I remain in complete shock he stands up and takes me by the arms, “Chill. Just quit your day job will you. Here, call me sometime, you’ll see me easily in a crowd as I’ve got the awesome hair.” He winks and places something in my hand.

I stand still watching him pay and leave, my manager marches towards me complaining about the poor job I did and I just snap. “Do you know what? Screw you and this crap job!” I yell to her and walk out, trying to spot the pink hair.

Once I see it I start to run, calling his name. As soon as he turns around I see an excited look on his face, and as I get closer he opens his arms and I crash straight into them, not letting go.

“I quit.” I mumbled into his chest, he grips me tighter and kisses the top of my head.

“It’s okay y/n, I know you think everything will fail you but I promise you, I won’t.” He looks back and forth from my eyes and lips, I begin to move closer until our lips meet, feeling a spark ignite.

And a spark that hasn’t stopped since.

Let’s talk about the Undertaker (version 2.0)

The next chapter is only one week away so I was rereading the Campania and Weston arcs (since UT was the villain for these two arcs) in order to refresh my memory about the mortician and his bizarre dolls. 

The thing is, as much as I love people theorizing wildly, I love canon even more, so this is just a “what do we know again” post about him to help whoever wants to speculate about him. :)

First of all, here’s a timeline I did months ago about the Undertaker, it might be useful. Then you have…

1) The Bizarre Dolls project

  • Why did he start it?

He left the Shinigamis around “50 years ago” (we’re in 1889), so maybe he watched the cinematic record of someone with an interesting life and couldn’t comprehend why death would come so soon to this person, hence the beginning of his curiosity which led to his departure.

  • How does it work? (Campania version)

Shinigamis stop the cinematic records and collect souls, which means that while the Undertaker can act on the records (within the body), technically he isn’t supposed to have any souls in his possession.

=> For people who think he might be giving Vincent/Claudia’s soul to drink to Ciel in ch108, please  consider this part carefully.

  • How does it work? (Weston version)

Johan Agares was his “masterpiece” because he “was full of episodes” (of good quality I suppose too).

  • What are the limits of the Undertaker’s knowledge?

=> People who think he’s making Ciel swallow his father/grandmother’s soul in ch108, please consider the panel above (especially since that scene of ch108 is very probably a flashback that happened before he went to Germany).

Also, if it’s impossible for dead corpses lusting after a soul to “make another’s soul theirs”, don’t you think that means it’s even less possible for a living boy who still has his own soul? :)

  • So why is UT still trying to revive the dead?

Many of us speculated that the Bizarre Dolls project was helping UT not only in his curiosity towards humans but also maybe to bring back several people he met since he left the Shinigamis and who are now dead.

And indeed, it seems to be the most logical explanation so far.

2) The Phantomhive family

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When will people understand that some of us in the TCC have a genuine interest on the minds of serial killers and have read thousands of pages on psych evals and police reports and interviews and stuff bc we genuinely want to LEARN and expand our knowledge AND SOME OF US A L S O find Ted Bundy or Richard Ramirez or Jeffrey Dahmer- or whoever you want- attractive and it’s really pointless to deny some killers were physically attractive I mean police officers, lawyers, interviewers and psychologists, male and female, who got to KNOW and spend time with those killers have said that there’s no denying that they were, in fact, attractive. Make no mistake, we DO NOT CONDONE what they did, we KNOW exactly what they did ffs we’ve spent HOURS doing research and reading/watching documentaries about their lives and we absolutely DO NOT THINK WHAT THEY DID WAS OK IN ANY WAY but guys, seriously, not even the very people who were on the hunt for a serial killer deny that they can sometimes be v physically attractive and the fact that I agree doesn’t mean I believe it’s ok to kill innocent people; most of the TCC CAN BE GENUINELY CURIOUS ABOUT THE MIND OF SERIAL KILLERS AND CAN SPEND LOTS OF TIME LEARNING ABOUT THEM AND CAN ALSO FIND THEM VERY PHYSICALLY ATTRACTIVE WITHOUT CONDONING THEIR ACTIONS FFS. Some people just have a sexual attraction toward their looks, some people only wanna study them on a strictly professional way, some of us wanna do BOTH. Whatever we want to learn about or whoever we find attractive poses no danger to you so why don’t you mind your own business and GROW U P

anonymous asked:

I absolutely love your writing so I was wondering if maybe you could write something about oliver and felicity going to the same college and meeting for the first time while they are both doing the walk of shame one morning?? haha

So much love is pouring out today and I’m super emotional over here. I’m so appreciative that you’ve all stuck with me and my stories, that you guys read my fanfiction at all, because it means so much. 

None of us writers would be where we are without you beautiful people reading them, without your guys’ support, for reblogging, for commenting, for kudos, favorites, for wanting to be in the Beautiful Human Squad… for everything.

Thank you!

Have some fluff! (And smut this weekend. Because it’s the weekend, that’s why.)

How I Met Your Mother

“Shoes,” Felicity whispered under her breath, looking around the room frantically. “Shoes, shoes, shoes…”

They were somewhere. She remembered having them on, so they had to be in the room, but…

But she couldn’t find them.

They were bright pink high heels, how could they…

“Ah!” she said when she spotted them, and her hand immediately flew to cover her mouth as she spun to see if she’d woken him. 

The bump under the comforter shifted a little, some weird murmurings coming from underneath it before settling again.

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By elyzahere

Nickname: E-vay, Eevee, E

Birthday: October 17

Star Sign: Libra

Gender: Female

Height: 5′6″

Sexual Orientation: Straight (but goddamn Amy Rose and nanabriere you can make a lady question herself~ (๑◕ㅂ▰) )

Favorite Color: Aqua/Teal

Favorite Genre of movies/books: Animation! Sci-fi; Action-adventure

Untie shoes before taking them off: Only if they’re new

How many blankets I sleep under: 1

Humorous/Unique story: Last year, right around this time, my friend and I both recently had our hearts broken, and she saw that there were tickets for a charity event where they auction off firefighters to go on dates with you if you bid the most. Even though she and I both aren’t rich, we decided to do it (after all, it’s something to check off the bucket list!). We got all dressed up and looking fierce and I told her “Chels, you and I are getting dates with firefighters and we are not gonna have to spend a dime!” and she just laughed it off. Well, when we got to the event, it turns out she and I were the youngest bidders at the event, BY FAR! And I was wearing a bright red cocktail dress, and she was wearing a  gold/mint cocktail dress so we were very noticeable. And as the night drew to a close and the firefighters were auctioned off to the elderly women, they were released (lol) so they could mingle and LO AND BEHOLD! We got asked out :) NO BIDDING REQUIRED! (and I actually managed to score a FEW “dates” with the guy I really liked even though he was not interested in a relationship with me!)

Special Talent/Interesting Fact: (WARNING THIS IS GROSS) I have two toenails that grow perpendicularly out of the same pinky toe on one foot…

First Fandom Ever: Sailor Moon

Favorite Famous Person: The Hotel Trivago Guy

Favorite T.V show: Sonic Boom, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Bob’s Burgers, Monster High, Gravity Falls, etc.

Favorite Bands: Imagine Dragons, Fall Out Boy, MCR, Bad Suns, Jared & the Mill, Marina and the Diamonds, Coheed and Cambria, etc.

Last Movie I Watched: The Box Trolls

A Trip: I fell in love with San Francisco last year <3

Current Desktop/Phone background


Oh god I have some cleaning to do… 

Phone BG:

What I’m wearing: Work polo and capris

I tag: nanabriere, nciryalis, kbspeeding, loveandpeace255, bryonyoungblood, danielasdoodles, power-rings, realise-frenchfries and/or whoever else wants to do it

edit: i meant to tag celepom. We draw each other things but I swear I still know so little about you ^^;


I was really shy as a kid, but my mum always used to take me to the theatre and I loved it, everyone sitting in a dark room and having the same experience, going on the same journey, and things that weren’t normally said in every day life were being said on stage. I didn’t know how to get into it. I didn’t know if I had any talent for it. I didn’t even know if I wanted to do anything in front of people, but I just loved that world. My parents instilled in me the idea that we can do and be whoever we want to be if we have the right level of awareness.

“I was really shy as a kid, but my mum always used to take me to the theatre and I loved it – everyone sitting in a dark room and having the same experience, going on the same journey, and things that weren’t normally said in every day life were being said on stage. I didn’t know how to get into it. I didn’t know if I had any talent for it. I didn’t even know if I wanted to do anything in front of people, but I just loved that world. My parents instilled in me the idea that we can do and be whoever we want to be if we have the right level of awareness.”


“I was really shy as a kid, but my mum always used to take me to the theatre and I loved it – everyone sitting in a dark room and having the same experience, going on the same journey, and things that weren’t normally said in every day life were being said on stage. I didn’t know how to get into it. I didn’t know if I had any talent for it. I didn’t even know if I wanted to do anything in front of people, but I just loved that world. My parents instilled in me the idea that we can do and be whoever we want to be if we have the right level of awareness.

like all i want, all i fucking want, is for people to stop being assholes to each other. 

like fuck yeah lets share culture, lets accept that men and women both do shitty things as well as great things, lets love whoever the fuck we want!

lets do it guys. 

How Do the Light-Up Bracelets on Taylor Swift’s 1989 Tour Actually Work?

Taylor Swift’s 1989 tour has thus far featured quite a few surprises, including appearances from members of the U.S. Women’s World Cup soccer team, a Lorde cameo, and an unexpected duet with The Weeknd. But perhaps the most magical touch: upon entering the concert, every fan gets an LED wristband—a translucent silicone bracelet that lights up and changes color perfectly in time to the music. Their integration into the show was so striking that New York magazine’s Lindsay Zoladz even wondered if perhaps Swift was controlling the wristbands with her mind.

Not quite. They’re actually designed by a company called PixMob, which uses infrared transmitters to allow the bracelets, which can also be fitted with an RFID (Radio-Frequency Identification) chip, to be synced to each show’s music, lighting, and even the movement of people in the crowd (the bracelets are also motion-sensitive).* Slate spoke to PixMob’s commercial director, Jean-Olivier Dalphond—who is strictly forbidden from divulging any specifics of his contract with Taylor Swift—but was able to break down how the wristbands work.

So how do these bracelets magically flash in time to the beat of Taylor Swift’s music?

We use infra-red light, which is essentially the technology that’s in your remote control. It’s very simple but very powerful—think of it as installing a very powerful set of remote controls around the stadium, and then sending a signal that triggers the lighting. We use, essentially, invisible light to create visible light, and to synchronize people with each other.

We want to make an object that feels like magic, so there’s no button, there’s nothing to activate—it will just turn on at some point. We want to surprise you.

Who coordinates when the wristbands flash?

We are integrated into the production, so whoever uses PixMob decides what they want to do with it. We leave it to the creativity of the client to work with.

The light is controlled by the main lighting board.

What was the first show you ever worked on?

In 2010, Cirque du Soleil came to us with this crazy idea: Could we paint on an audience and light people up? We had two months. And we figured it out. We found a way to control individual objects.

And then you decided to try bracelets?

What we did with Cirque de Soleil was a poncho. We did the poncho, then we did the PixMob balls for Arcade Fire, then we did little helicos that dropped from the sky, and eventually we went to the wristband. We went from the big form-factor to something that was possible to wear easily and comfortably in public. With technology, it’s a little bit like how you start with the phone in the 1980s—it was giant. Now [a phone] can be very small and fit in your pocket. So we started with bigger objects and then made it smaller and smaller and smaller.

Did you hear the news story about the three girls who got into a car accident after a Taylor Swift concert and used their PixMob wristbands to attract help?

Everybody in the office was like, wow, that’s a great story. We don’t wish that on anyone, but we’re glad that the situation ended well.

Preference: You Come Visit Him On Tour (Lashton)

A/N: Yooo so it’s summer now, and I don’t really have any summer plans, so I wanna get back into writing! Sorry if this is a little rusty, please feel free to suggest more imagines for me to write about!


“Okay so here we have the green room where we hang out before shows…this is where catering sets up all the food…all our instruments are in this room…” Luke took you on a grand tour of the venue, pointing out every detail excitedly like a little kid. You wouldn’t have been able to keep up with his long strides if it weren’t for the fact he was holding your hand throughout the spacious arena. 

“Babe, I’m tireddd, do you think we could just hang out in one of the many rooms in this place and just talk?” you said, catching your breath after the two of you sprinted across the wide stage. “I mean, I flew out here to see you, not all your instruments, the food room, the wardrobe place…” you listed out all that you had seen, forgetting all the technical terms for them. 

Luke looked down for a moment, and you were worried that you had disappointed him somehow. In a quiet voice he said secretly, “Well, there is one more thing I wanted to show you…” You groaned as you thought it was a continuation of the tour. “What is it?” you asked, preparing yourself.

“This closet… with dim lighting… and privacy… so that we could do whatever we want…or whoever… without getting disturbed…” he said in a confidently sexy voice, a sly smile appearing on his face as he grabbed your waist and led you. You threw your head back and giggled, glad that you and Luke finally got some alone time.


“Hey cutie! I miss your face!” your boyfriend Ashton said through the phone screen. It was hard to find times when you two could Facetime one another, but these were the moments of the day you both looked forward to the most. As the drummer layed down on his bed and rested his phone against the pillow, he asked, “What are you up to today?”

Trying to conceal your excitement, you said as calmly as you could, “Oh nothing, just being the best girlfriend ever, as per usual. I got you a present!” Ashton’s eyes lit up and he laughed. “Really? What’s the special occasion? And where are you right now anyway?” he asked, noticing you walking around on camera. 

“All the answers to your questions will be answered in 3…2…1…” you said. You knocked on Ash’s hotel room door, hanging up the phone as he confusedly went to see what was at the door. When he opened it and saw you for the first time in four months, his face beamed with happiness and he quickly wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his mouth into your neck. 

“You really thought I was gonna make it through the whole tour with just phone calls and messages?” you laughed, as he spun you around in the hallway, still shocked at your romantic and bold gesture. 

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