Imagine that you are a talented artist in Asgard and the Allmother hires you to paint a picture of Prince Loki. When you work, you don’t talk much, but Loki keeps staring at you intently, fascinated by you. You often blush from his intense gaze, when your eyes meet.
During those few days that it takes to finish the painting, Loki falls in love with you as he watches you work gracefully, and you fall for him too.

Oh god theres more

@angelcroc submitted: 


Canon’s tricky to follow, so I might be veering off into the stratosphere. Still! I had an idea!

Now THAT took an unexpected turn!  I’m excited to see where it goes from here, should you continue the idea!

thoughtlesoul76  asked:

What do you think Allen would be like if he lived a million years? Like, character wise.

Well, let’s follow him and see what happens.

Age ten, he doesn’t expect to live much longer. By now, he’s enjoying what time he thinks he has left, though, just learning to appreciate the world for the best parts of it.

Age twenty, he’s no longer so convinced he’s damned, but he still has that lingering wonder, that little bit of appreciation for the things he knows he won’t have forever. The best of life, of course, is his friends.

Age fifty, the generation above him - Cross, Nyne, Tiedoll - have started to die, and he mourns; the world begins to darken, and he remembers, once again, that he won’t live forever; really, he might not even live that much longer at all. Something’s strange, though…

Age one hundred, he’s long since figured out that he isn’t aging, might not die at all. His friends have almost all died, leaving their children and grandchildren behind, and he’s caught in mourning and despair. He has no idea what he’s going to do, alone in a world so different from what he once knew, in a world that’s constantly changing and always at war. But Mana once said “Never stop. Always keep walking.” And Allen promised.

Age one hundred and fifty, and he’s been mourning for… a long time, and he’s met people and liked them, but he hasn’t really connected with any of them, feels too dazed and unhappy. But that isn’t really living, you know? That’s not moving forward. So he makes a decision, and then he makes friends again.

Age two hundred, and he has a system now. As a child, he was constantly moving, and he’d liked to learn languages and liked to help people. So he always travels, stays for ten or twenty years, and then says goodbye. And if he never looks back, then he never has to see his friends die. (Well. Almost never.)

Age five hundred, and he looks around, and he gains his appreciation for life back, his sense of wonder, of delight. He’s five hundred years old, he’s still alive, and once he’d thought he’d seen everything - but if he’d died, four hundred or four hundred and ninety years ago, he’d have never seen how far the world would come. He’s always known there were bad things, that was once all he knew, but- but there are so many good things.

Age one thousand, and the world blends together. The here and now is easy to remember, easy to tell apart, but the past is a blur, and it aches to think about. He doesn’t. He forgets, sometimes, how far he’s come, and he no longer dreams about his old friends. But he doesn’t want to do that, doesn’t want to become jaded or angry, so he focuses on now, and helps the people around him the best he can. Locally, he is well known, too wise and too knowledgeable but kind enough that no one asks.

Age ten thousand, and he has taken it to an extreme. He lives one day at a time. He does not think of the future, or of the past. Eventually, he realizes this. He thinks back. And he regrets. A while later, he starts to write. He doesn’t want to forget. He thinks that immortality has slowed his mind, or perhaps just his heart.

Age one hundred thousand, and the world is unrecognizable. He tries his best to think of it as, there is always something new to learn. He only sometimes succeeds. He continues to keep records, deep in a hidden location. Many of them have been lost. Many others have been given to those who will remember for him. The past deserves to be remembered. He never goes through them, but he knows he can, and it’s a comfort. Another comfort is to raise children. No matter how much time passes, there are always orphans, and so he is always needed.

Age one million, and he hasn’t changed a bit. Sometimes, he still thinks of his first friends from so long ago. Less often, he thinks of all the friends he’s had since. He still cries just as often.

(for whatever reason I can’t seem to reply to replies from my dashboard anymore, so, uh…bear with me)

@saint-ripu said:

Patho, does opium itself cause the same sort of symptoms, or is it its own subject? I have my character Atlas who canonly fights a dependence on opium, but I skip it a lot because I don’t have this kind of amazing knowledge on the drug.

As far as I know, yes, straight opium and medications containing opium (like laudanum, for example) have the same side effects as opium derivatives, and also result in similar withdrawal effects if physical dependence or addiction is a factor. An opium overdose will also lead to the same problems you see with other narcotics.

One thing to consider with pure opium is that dosages are much harder to titrate, because the exact concentration of active ingredients can vary from preparation to preparation. Sometimes the effects will be a little stronger than usual, sometimes a little weaker. Pure opium is also weaker than the medications later derived from it, which is one of the reasons it was used medicinally and recreationally for centuries before people figured out how to synthesize morphine. It’s definitely possible to overdose on opium, because people very much did, both intentionally and unintentionally, but you would need a larger amount or a more concentrated form than you would for, say, a morphine overdose.

Just musing: Mycroft’s approach to danger nights has evolved, starting with the night he collected Sherlock after Sherlock left the wedding early. They have a private box at the opera and as Sherlock eventually allows himself to be overcome by the music _ because of course there’s no other reason _ Mycroft just takes his hand and they sit there, Sherlock quietly losing it and Mycroft making sure to keep his eyes on the stage. When it’s over, they stand and put their coats on and Sherlock’s back to sneering and Mycroft allows it. They refuse even to agree on the performance and bicker until they reach the street and go their separate ways. Sherlock never thanks him.

anonymous asked:

For the tf ask meme... TFA Sentinel Prime? :'D I am not fond of him but I would like to know what you think

Oh boy!  XD  Truthfully?  I don’t really mind him all that much.  Yeah, he’s a jerk.  We all know he’s a jerk.  But I’ve spent enough time around difficult people to the point where someone’s bone-headed, broken filtered, garbage wordage doesn’t really faze me.  (Plus I think that loosing Elita had a lot to do with it which give me too many feels)


looks: somewhat attractive | eh | not really my type | pretty | handsome | beautiful | stud | gorgeous | SWEET LORD MERCY

I mean, that chin is ridiculous, but he aint heinous or anything

can you relate to this character on a personal level?: no | not really | somewhat | yes | they are me

If I ever start acting like that, assume I’ve been possessed by Unicron or something.  :P

would you date/be friends with this character in real life if they were real?: total bros | friends | best friends | date | become their steady boyfriend/ girlfriend | neither | i don’t know

At best we’d be civil acquaintances, but I forgot about how much he hates humans, so probably not even that…

Destiel Confessions 


I dream in finding someone who can give me this lip-tongue combo on the first Blind date, as Cas gave to Dean in 3.5 min. after meeting him.
(Yes I timed the minutes and seconds)

A while ago I was lurking on Twitter and saw some film critics having a conversation about the eye lighting in giallo films (which are basically Italian horror and noir films from the ‘60s and ‘70s). Someone pointed out it was the same weird eye lighting they have in TOS. They speculated that it may have come from American noir but no one seemed to know for sure.

I did some research of my own and found out that:

a) It was probably made popular by the 1931 Dracula

b) It is now commonly known as a “Shatner light”

c) A lot of people also associate it with Morticia Addams


Okay so, this is not even me just being a weeb; I am genuinely fascinated by the live Vocaloid concerts.

There’s so many things that I think about while I’m watching.

  • She doesn’t actually have a voice; it’s computer generated .
  • Someone had to 3D model not only her, but all the choreography of her dancing.
  • The real humans playing the backup instruments on stage with her are really talented in that they know exactly what they need to do.
  • Not only is she dancing, she’s dancing really well. Like, the moves they give her are tight as shit.
  • These songs are really catchy.
  • The fucking 3D animation is sooo smooth. Not only her movement, but her hair as well. It interacts with her body like real hair would, and I appreciate whoever animated her.
  • Also, whoever animated her gave her poses and movements that act as interaction with the audience like a real performer does. They way she points and winks at the audience makes it that much more believable. 

I just think it’s really interesting, and I would fucking love to go to one of these concerts some day.