Shoutout to disabled witches who can’t go for walks in nature because it’s inaccessible.

Shoutout to disabled witches who can’t ingest the food they make as offerings.

Shoutout to disabled witches who can’t garden and buy their herbs

Shoutout to disabled witches who can’t speak spells.

Shoutout to disabled witches who are on bedrest and can’t practice.

Shoutout to disabled witches who can’t make their own tools.

Shoutout to the witches in wheelchairs, with crutches, with walkers, canes, feeding tubes, central lines, ports, nonverbal, in the hospital, in bed, blind witches, Deaf witches, HoH witches,
Shoutout to disabled witches.

No matter how you practice, you are valid, you are still a witch.

Just A Quick Update On W2H2

I haven’t been able to touch it for quite a few weeks now because I’m sorta stuck between a rock and a hard place (the rock in this case is production and the hard place is pre-production, for whatever that’s worth haha).  

Basically, the way I’ve worked in the past is that I get the script about as good as I can manage (which I’ve done), and then I go to record the voice actors, and we sorta punch up the dialogue AS we record it.  I’ll feed the lines and give emotional direction, but I tell the actors to read it however they feel comfortable/however they think the character would say it.  Then I’ll suggest a slight change (maybe I want to avoid certain wordings or whatever), and we’ll just kind of keep going back and forth like that making it more solid each time.  And I’M SUPER EXCITED to do this, because it’s loads of fun, and all of the most quotable things in the first one just came from goofing around in the soundbooth, so I’m very excited for these people to turn my mediocre writing into comedy gold.

And aside from that being a whole process in itself, I really can’t start animating much without the dialogue, you know?  And because the delivery/lines/emotion/etc may CHANGE slightly, from the process described above, there’s not much I can do in terms of animating yet because all the animation is based off of those recordings.  I can do a handful of shots that have no dialogue, but the bulk of it is dependent on it.

Anyway, to get down to it, the reason all of THAT is taking so long is because, without going into much detail,  I’m bringing someone new on board for the cast and I’m still trying to work some stuff out in that regard.  A lot of it is just back-and-forth and waiting on responses and junk.  The next step will be finding a time to record that works for all my actors, because nowadays they’re not all sitting next to me in a classroom ready to go at the drop of a hat and the offer of a beer for their time, haha.  Differently locations, different schedules, etc etc.  So that’s kind of what’s up with W2H2 right now!  You guys are always pretty supportive and tell me to take my time and all that, which I appreciate, so there’s no need to come reassure me of that, I just figured the least I can do is keep you guys in the loop about what’s going on and where I’m at with it!

Thanks for your support!  I’m really eager to get back to working on it, so hang in there guys!

  • Bonding over a mutual love of learning and snark to cover the rising feeling that neither of them have any idea what they’re doing
  • Dorian feeding her lines when she’s trying to flirt with her love interest
  • Bookclub in the library where they unironically love the hell out of Swords and Shields. They give Cole dramatic readings.
  • A mage who’s never had to fight before learning from Dorian because “you might as well learn from the best. And that’s me. I’m the best.”
  • The Inquisitor defending Dorian from anyone who even looks like they’re going to talk smack about him
  • A rogue or warrior planning combos to take advantage of the literal firepower Dorian can bring to bear
  • Judging other people together
  • The Inquisitor slowly realises how lonely Dorian is
  • Sitting in the dusty, forgotten library next to the kitchens together, because it’s warm and food is close at hand, even if the spiderwebs make Dorian sneeze
  • The Inquisitor noticing that there is something going on with Bull and Dorian and dragging them both everywhere because he deserves to be happy, dammit
  • Dorian being completely hopeless at relationships because flirting is easy and risk-free but putting himself out there and asking for more is terrifying and risky
  • Bull waking up at 2am to find the Inquisitor has locked the door so they can have an If You Ever Hurt Him conversation
  • (he will never speak of what transpired, but he came out of his rooms white as a sheet)
  • The Inquisitor coming home to Skyhold after a day wading through Fallow Mire or baking in the Hissing Wastes to find Dorian waiting at the gates with her favourite drink and all the juicy gossip
  • Dorian abruptly refusing to enthuse about magic with Solas anymore after he breaks up with a Lavellan Inquisitor
  • The Inquisitor pretending to be exasperated by Dorian’s seemingly endless list of complaints he has about the south in general and whatever place they happen to be specifically
  • (she’s really not)
  • Both of them flirting shamelessly because it’s fun
  • Dorian always listening attentively when the Inquisitor finds something magically unique, because she “always finds the strangest things”
  • The Inquisitor feeling so happy she could sing when she sees how Dorian has been adopted by the Chargers (if she’s an elf, Dorian claims she definitely made that Ghoul’s Beard grow with her humming. He might even be right)
  • Dorian and the Inquisitor having each other’s backs … even when he goes back to Tevinter
  • (If those talking crystals had minutes, they would both be paupers)

anonymous asked:

what are your top parents!jjp moments

First lets start with this gif

Anytime Yugyeom gets dragged off stage cus he’s humping it or it’s just time to go

When Jaebum helped BamBam put on his safe guards while BamBam freaked over a bug (This was after BamBam said he was 18 years old and could put it on himself)

That time at a fansign where BamBam just sat next to Jinyoung and cuddled into his side like a baby


Jinyoung feeding/kissing/cleaning maknae line

That time BamBam took off his shoes and stood on JB’s feet like a child

When Jinyoung had Markson (his “babies”) sit on his lap and then told them “I’m your mom!” when they didn’t want to. Also Jinyoung obviously loving his baby BamBam the most 💕

Lastly, this gifset


Catelyn, Smart

Much like her elder daughter, Catelyn Stark is a character whose intelligence is seriously underrated. There’s less of an intellectual arc apparent in her story as compared to Sansa’s, as Catelyn is a grown woman, but that doesn’t mean her thinking is static. It must be said that she is one of the series’ most staggeringly unfortunate characters, as the tragic structure of her arc demands that her decisions and risks to protect her family fail and rebound upon them.

Yet lack of success does not equal lack of intelligence. Even in her mistakes and failures, it is more than possible to see that this is not a woman who didn’t think before she acted.

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Fact Over Fancy (m)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Reader x Jeon Jeongguk

Summary: In this world, there are two types of people: those born with emotions, and those born without. Society is thriving in its emotionless state, productivity levels are at an all time high. Marriage serves only one function: to father the next generation. Those with emotions are considered to be defective, aberrations who can never be matched. What happens when there’s a glitch in the so-called perfect system and a defective and a “normal” person are matched?

Rated m for graphic sex, dirty talk

Word Count: 9910

As always, a HUGE thank you to my beta readers @ohmanholyjungkook and @blame-bts <3

“Back again I see, Mr Jeon.” Your eyes are fixed on his patient file in front of you, and you don’t look up when the person in question clears his throat and shifts in his seat in your doctor’s office. “This time it’s for starting a fight, again, with Jimin in the cafeteria.”

He leans back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other at the ankle in a display of absolute confidence. His eyes are fixated on your profile with a strange fascination, as if staring at you brings him some sort of entertainment almost. An amused chuckle catches your attention this time, and you glance up at his unapologetic expression. “Do you really like coming in here that often?”

Jeongguk leans forward in his seat now, interested. He props his chin up with his hand, and his gaze is penetrating, his cold, slate grey eyes unwavering. “Maybe I do, Dr ____. It’s my only chance to get you to myself for a whole hour.”

You don’t bother acknowledging his bold remark and flip to the section with his personal details, including his medical history. Defective.

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anonymous asked:

Do you know anything about Lafayette's trip to London in '77? :)

Lafayette’s time in England is basically one big sneaky joke.

After a failed attempt to steal away to America, Lafayette was quickly confronted by the Parisian police and several in French security circles about his intentions. Only nineteen and still very uncertain about how he was going to get to the American colonies without being seized, Lafayette confessed his plans and promised (lied to) the French ministers not to pursue such plans further. 

Not entirely convinced, his family arranged for him to be sent to Adrienne’s uncle, the Marquis de Noailles, an ambassador in London to cool whatever earnestness about fleeing to America still remained. On February 16, 1777, Lafayette left for London and arrived a few days later. 

The irony of Lafayette’s time in England always amuses me. While in London (due to his station and his uncle-in-law’s connections), Lafayette met noted politician and art historian Horace Walpole. He danced at the home of Lord George Germain, minister of the American colonies, and met Lord Rawdon that night, who had just come back from his New York campaign. He met General Henry Clinton at an opera one evening and was introduced. At one point, he was even offered the opportunity to review the navy unit being prepped to sail to America, but declined to protect his uncle’s reputation once he had spirited off to the colonies. But the most ironic encounter was the day he was presented to King George III. While there, he raised a few eyebrows by sharing his approval of Washington’s successful Trenton campaign…and while that didn’t win him any favors with His Majesty, it did earn him the approval of several pro-American members of Parliament (William Petty, Richard FitzPatrick, etc).

While in England, Lafayette got the news that his intrigues had succeeded and his ship was ready to sail to America. Not wanting to seem overtly suspicious, he made up an excuse for his uncle-in-law and headed back to France. The young Marquis had, however, been expected at King George’s court, leaving the poor Marquis de Noailles to feed the English the line that Lafayette had taken sick and could not attend.

So, in essence, Lafayette spent about a month meeting everyone he was about to fight against.

24 is your age and you wouldn’t be able to tell by the smooth blush of your cheek, the constellation-kissed skin of your nose. you could be fifteen by the shrug of your blazer around your narrow shoulders, but you’re 24 and you’re too old to be playing the spy.

18 is the number of steps to the basement. 18 is the one-two one-two click of kitten heels on dirty cement and side-step around a white collared, glossy-badged senior agent who doesn’t even see you because you’re 18 steps closer to below ground, 18 steps closer to the invisibility he wears like a cloak, 18 steps closer. 

7 seconds is how long he shakes your hand, swings it back and forth like a play-ground swing. he feeds you lines from your thesis, knew your mind before he knew your face. the projector paints you in the supernatural. you blink against the light when he smiles. 

3 is the number of syllables he drawls into “plausible” like he’s reversing the definition. he’s a half-finished magic trick, and you watch him to try and catch him stutter in his sleight of hand. 

30000 feet is how high you are above the ground and you were always endlessly earthbound, sea-legs, rock of the tide. he closes his eyes, stretches across the seat across the aisle like he owns it, like it’s his own leather couch (and you don’t know if he has a leather couch, but you think he should) and you think you like that, the way he touches things like they’re already familiar. 

295 miles is the length of oregon east to west, sunrise to sunset. he drives with one hand on the wheel and asks you about eschatology. you’re not squeamish about these things, but your stomach does a half-turn low in your abdomen every quarter of a mile. you laugh and the window sends it back to you packaged like an echo. 

1 is the number of possible alien bodies you discover in a cracked casket. it is a marked increase from the number you expected. you push your glasses up higher on your nose and tell him so with the slant of your gaze. 

11 pm is the time it is when you turn him away from your door, bouncing on his heels like a beta wave that’s breaking away from its core. you rub the curtains through your hands, paperback pages between your thumb and forefinger, and lose sight of him across the dark, wet horizon. 

5 is the number on his motel door when you knock out a nervous rhythm against the wood. three, you think, was the number of spots clustered low on the base of your spine and years from now you’ll think - you’ll think something must have changed, a realignment of poles, when he pressed candle-warmed fingers to the skin just above the dip of your hips: the place on your skin you’d deemed its own x-file. and it’s fitting, it’s somehow un-ironic, that this inexplicable spot is the first place he touches you.

200 is the thread count of the motel sheets. they are seedy love-affair sheets, dime-store romance cotton made to be used, abused, tangled and gripped in fists. they are secret-telling sheets, and he lowers his voice against the side of the bed. you rest your cheek on your hand while the moon plays the mathematician against the curve of his jaw, calculating angles on the lines of his cheeks. he tells you stories without endings until the phone rings. 

113 is the number of raindrops that fall per square foot per second during a thunderstorm. but the number feels exponential, raised to a higher degree in the early morning of an oregon graveyard. your logic presses against his hypothetical like trees blown together against wind. twin smiles crack across your faces like lightning. you laugh in tandem and, even for a scientist, the decibels are incalculable. 

12 is the number of impossible tasks hercules overcame to obtain salvation. your mind dwells on myth but functions in rationale; he speaks in legends and twists tales with his tongue. you put down the phone and pick up your weapons. this is the numerology of beginnings. this is step one.

—  nine is the number of minutes you lose when you look at him (episode 1) // j.a.s

anonymous asked:

How does the type 11 lmg function

The gun itself isn’t all that crazy, at least as a gas-operated locked-breech machine gun. However, the hopper feed makes it truly unique.

The hopper is fed by 6 5-round 6.5x50mm stripper clips inserted through the top, after which a lever is lowered over them applying spring pressure. As the gun cycles, a toothed feed bar, which is cammed into a slot on the operating rod, moves back and forth to strip rounds from the bottom clip and feed them into the receiver for chambering. The feed bar is cammed down as it moves back to position and then picks up the rest of the cartridges to move them all over to drop the next in line for feeding. When a clip is emptied it simply falls out of the bottom of the hopper and the next clip falls into place. 

Type 11s are really fun machine guns to shoot because of the somewhat anemic nature of the 6.5x50mm, so I would definitely recommend trying one out if you ever have the chance.

I’m With You (one-shot)

Chris Evans x Reader

I have a thing (like most in the marvel fandom), for the phrase “I’m with you till the end of the line”. So this is a little reimagine of that. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: fluffy, fluff, fluff. Angst(?) but not really.

Originally posted by emilyblunts

“Okay so August through January is filming for that movie” I point to the corresponding script, waiting for confirmation. He nods before I continue, “and then March through June is filming for that one” He nods his confirmation again. “And they’re both in Atlanta?” I question.

“No, first one is Atlanta, second one is Atlanta for the first few weeks and then we go to Europe for a while”

“Right, okay”

“God, it’s literally all year, I’m going to be gone all year” He buries his face in his hands and I can see his stress bubbling.

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MONSTA X Bodyguard Minhyuk ‘Truly, Madly, Deeply’

anon asked: Love your writing and I’m a big fan! I would love to request an expansion on Monsta x Minhyuk as your bodyguard. Pretty please with a cherry on top. I’m honestly addicted to your writing.

A/N: Hee hee! You’re so sweet, thank you! I really hope you like this. <3 WARNING: Mild Violence

This is an expansion of a reaction I wrote here.


Minhyuk was leaning against you again, practically molding himself into your side. Honestly the man had no concept of personal space.

“C’mon,” he whined taking your arm and wrapping it around his shoulders. “There’s no one here.”

“I know, but I have work to do.” Your voice held mild reproach but let him stay nonetheless.

“How often do we get to be alone when it’s not in your quarters?” Turning his head he began placing small kisses up your neck.

“Minhyuk! Someone could come in any second.”

Reaching your lips he gave you lingering kiss. Not too deep, but savoring the moment, then he pulled away. “Sorry I can’t help it. It’s hard to be with you all day and not touch you.”

You understood. As your guard Minhyuk was constantly at your side but the two of you had to maintain a professional working relationship. It wasn’t like there weren’t rumors about what was going on, the staff was so small it was impossible to stop them from spreading. But suspecting and seeing were two different things. So during the day one of you might tease with a glance or a touch but for the most part behaved. Which was why when night came it felt like the two of you were starving for each other.

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“you and I are not the same, you don’t want the burden of my name”

listen….. i ain’t trying to start shit…..but look me in the eye and tell me that line doesn’t feed into the qrow is ruby’s father theory

714 recap and thoughts.

Wow. What an episode. We’re going to skip over a lot of the boring subplots and storylines that have nothing to do with the current mystery, and rather talk about the answers (which were mainly already predicted) and theories we have formed after watching the episode. 

- This episode was everything. I wish the first three episode of 7B were just like this. The first half of the episode wasn’t as great as the second half, but the episode overall just gave us early PLL vibes and it was amazing. We got answers to old mysteries, and even got flashback scenes explaining things.

- Let’s start off with Mary Drake and Pastor Ted Wilson. Hanna and Spencer visit an address that Peter Hastings private investigator has found that is linked to Mary Drake and when they get there, they find Pastor Ted there. Apparently she’s been on his couch for a couple of nights and when Spencer and Hanna leave, Ted finds out that he’s the father of Charles/Charlotte DiLaurentis. Apparently he and Mary dated when he was in college and their relationship resulted in them having Charles. Ted however, never knew about Charles. He did, though, meet Charles at a camp he held for troubled young boys. He pulls out a photo of himself, Charles and Charles only friend, Lucas Gottesman. 

- Aria finally get’s an interesting storyline. What’s in her file that is so bad that would make Ezra choose Nicole, and that Nicole would be visiting Ezra in jail? “Jessica kept excellent records.” Whatever is in that file is pre 5x01, so before Jessica died. Aria leaves a vulnerable Ali to go meet AD and when she arrives who takes the hood off? Sydney Driscoll. She tells Aria that she shot Spencer, helped Jenna escape and made up the new A game. BUT, she accidentally reveals an ear piece. AD was feeding her lines the whole time. She’s just a decoy. And something tells us that she’s being blackmailed to be on AD’s team. 

- Alison + Emily’s eggs = apparent endgame? Now 90% of the fandom predicted this storyline, but there was some sort of hope that the storyline wasn’t going to make it onto the show. Remember when AD stole Emily’s eggs all that time ago? Well he/she fertilised them and implanted them into Ali that time at Welby whilst she was being tortured by her former husband. 

- Who killed Jessica DiLaurentis? That would be her crazy, unhinged twin sister Mary Drake. There’s just something about Mary. Let’s go back to 4x22, Mary Drake, pretending to be her sister Jessica, sneaks up behind Spencer one night. Before she can say anything, Veronica walks into Spencer’s room. Mary tries to sneak out of the Hastings house but gets caught by Peter Hastings. “I had to see her. Just one look. She’s beautiful, isn’t she Peter?” This was kind of sad. You’ve gotta feel for Mary. ANYWAY, Mary found out that Charles wasn’t really dead (as Jessica had told her) and set out on a mission to kill her sister for all she had done to her. Mary asked Peter to help and when he denied, she took his pills and used them to kill Jessica. The use of wrong medication made Jessica’s heart stop, with Mary ultimately killing her sister. 

- When Peter revealed Mary used his medication to kill Jessica, he says Mary killed Jessica and buried her in the Hastings yard. This clashes with what Charlotte had said in 6x10; she found Jessica in front of the DiLaurentis house and buried Jessica before she went to New York to see Ali. This could go two ways; either Charlotte lied to cover up for Mary, which means she knew about her birth mother not being Jessica before the time jump, OR, it’s just Peter assuming that Mary buried her in their backyard because he wasn’t there to hear Charlotte say she buried Jessica. 

- We sorta knew Lucas was connected to Charlotte/Cece somehow, but we didn’t think it would go all the way back to childhood. Were Cece and Lucas dating? One scene that stands out is in 5x05 when Lucas talks to Hanna about his mysterious new girlfriend who apparently is coming into town. At the end of the episode, Cece/Charlotte moves into a new lair (as she is back from Paris and 5x05 marked the return of Big A). 

- Alison gave Aria a weird look at the end of the episode when Aria’s turn was skipped. It was super sketchy and suspicious, but it’s probably just Alison becoming super suss of Aria. She went missing, is acting shady and now her turn is skipped? Ali is totally catching on already. 

- The acting in this episode was everything! Especially Sasha, she did so well! All round good job! And the music and camera angles, this episode was just brilliant! I really, really hope the rest of this season is like this, because that would really be the love letter we were promised! I’m giving the episode a 10/10 because I am completely satisfied with the episode!