finagles

spaceowlkitty asked:

Can a video with you, Leo, "markiplier" Mark, "dansnotonfire" Dan and "AmazingPhil" Phil happen? will it ever happen? That would make my life. Also Leo and you are cuties.

I mean, I know me and Leo would TOTALLY be down for that! I don’t know Mark, Dan, or Phil personally (Dan was very kind and complimented me one time!), but I know they are very busy gentlemen, so it would take some finagling! But if they’re ever down for it, me and Leo would drop everything in a heartbeat to make it happen! Haha

{Too Scared to Say it Aloud}

Hey everybody ^_^

So most of you probably know that I was a Christian at one point. It was how I was raised.

I was Catholic, and had a lot of that guilt that comes along with leaving the faith when I first decided that it wasn’t what I believed in. I felt like I was sinning, being a bad person, and all that other stuff that just finagles its way into your life when you make decisions to leave the faith you were raised to believe in.


I have nearly all traces of that guilt and doubt shaken off now, except those that come along with this one word.

And that one word is Devil.

Not Satan or Lucifer or Demon, just Devil.

It scared me, and sometimes still does. Sends shivers down my spine and leaves me expecting my eyes to melt or something.


And I didn’t really know why up until a week or two ago.

I have a theory that it’s because it’s been ingrained into me as not only the name of an evil creature of supreme cruelty and hatred, but also as a conviction. Which is wrong. It’s so wrong, and I really don’t think Christians should do it to their children, simply because it makes them scared of everything.

They can of course teach their kids to believe in God and all of that, and they can believe in the Devil too. But they shouldn’t be treated as if the Devil is the thing that convicts them.


Whenever I did something wrong as a child, I was told that the Devil was going to come take me away, or pollute my heart, or steer me away from Jesus. It was something I was terrified of. It kept me awake at night, and any time someone mentioned the word Devil, images of fire and blood spewed into my mind.



So to counter this fear I have institutionalized into me, I scream the word into my pillow every so often. I let it out, give the word no meaning, and destroy any connotations that come along with it.

But it still scares me.

I still struggle with it.

I don’t know if many of you all make plush (I certainly hope you try some day!) but do you ever get to the detailing/attaching stages and… Have them in your lap? I sit crosslegged 90% of the time, so I finagle them into my lap to hold it in place, and then work on sewing.

I’m working on my current doll and their tail was just flopping their body around, and I’m sitting there like “Stay still you goon!” and that’s like the cutest thing ever and I get super attached

that’s where we differ

Occam’s razor sharpened our wits
pardon my finagling
I reckoned we were at wit’s end
so I witnessed the fits pretending to exist

I never had a cart to put before the horse
nor the horse to remember to put before the cart
I reported being in court
at the behest of the masturbatory magistrate
to be tried for the crime of self-gratification

attendance has always been required
why do you think these dumbies came and went
like fashion trends and fake friends
we took up the cause before we ever knew right from wrong
is that so wrong?
I guess we still don’t know the difference
what’s the difference?
I guess we still laugh at our differences
so we can differentiate

I have a headcanon that Los Angeles was named after Angel/Angelus.

First Blood

Originally posted by tessajaye

It had been a day’s hard travel up North. Marius, or Kain Karoly, as she should refer to him from now on, and her had decided to slow their pace so as to not get ahead of themselves as the sun begun to lower in the sky. As it ignited with streaks of reds and oranges they settled near a riverbank and made camp.

Melliene, or rather, ‘Lyre’, sent the boy eastward, further into the forest to try and find berries. She gave the reasoning that he had more of an eye than her for finding the good ones. The druid boy would know she was making up an excuse but after some finagling, she convinced him.

Which left her to deal with the one that had been lurking in their shadows, following their trail. She had noticed their presence when they stopped earlier to let the horses drink and to have a snack of their own.

Just as they let their guards down, their pursuer had as well. They took rest while they could, while the traveling pair did. While they thought it was safe. What they didn’t count on was being picked up on so early on. A mistake that they would come to regret.

Cold steel pressed against the man’s throat, Lyre pressing in behind him. “You’re going to start talking, or I’m going to start slicing,” she hissed into his ear. “Who are you?”

“J-just a man passing through,” he stammered, playing the role that may have worked on another not so blinded.

Adding pressure to the blade, letting him feel its point to cause the lightest of pricks, Lyre tried again. “Who are you… And why are you following me?”

“Rhodry W-Withers,” the man stuttered again. “Ain’t following a-anyone. Happen chance. Honest!”

Lyre’s nose crinkled as she tried to tap her magic into his mind, to find the answers she wanted. This was why she had sent Marius away. She knew he did not agree with how she handled things. Especially when her magic was concerned. However… As she tried to tap into his mind she found nothing but emptiness. A ward, or some other trick, had sent her magic astray. 

“Oh. Truly? I suppose I’ll have to take your word for it,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’ll give you one more chance to give me the information I want. I won’t be asking this one again. What do you know about my husband’s whereabouts?”

“I don’t know any men married to crazy, blade-wielding maniacs.”

A quick jerk of her hand, and metal pierced through flesh as if it were butter. Red stained the night as blood bubbled and oozed to the surface. Stepping back, Lyre watched as the body crumpled to the ground, lifeless within moments.

“Wrong answer.”

Letting him survive was not a risk they could afford to make. They not only risked the person letting others know who they were to lead enemies to them, but they risked luring Deo out with enemies nearby. They risked repeating the cycle, and they risked danger to themselves. 

There would be no mercy with her family at risk.

Looking down at herself as she cleaned her blade and hands free of blood on her skirts, she knew there was no hiding this entirely from Marius. It was best to try and get back to camp before he did, to clean up as best she could.

[ marius-blackwood | deo-black (vague mention) ]

peridexis replied to your post:so while i was on vacation i read a lot of books…

this au is… EVERYTHING I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED, (also i’m filled with a rejuvenated hatred for the dursleys, heyo),

lmfao i hate the dursleys SO MUCH

you know that one post that makes the rounds that’s like “ginny was weird when she had riddle’s diary………… ron was a dick around the necklace……….. GUESS WHY THE DURSLEYS WERE ABUSIVE PIECES OF SHIT HEYO”

that post fills me with more rage than pretty much anything i ahve ever experienced in my life

anyway

i’m glad you like this!!! i have loads of ideas and hopefully will end up writing them. the thing i’m doing for camp nano is really heavy and like lol 2close so this is some fun action adventure shenanigans bullshit on the side

Well, that's done then.

It has been decided that I am not going to finish my PhD (the committee thinks I’m not worth the extension). So I’m not a student any more.

I could still pursue China or move home with my brother and his wife. Might be able to finagle a visa swap to a work visa and stay in the UK but it’s unlikely.

Rather in shock, as the Brits would say.

Things:

  • I have one tooth on each side that hurts and I need them to not. It’s making it difficult for me to eat crunchy foods. Plus I don’t have a dentist appointment until October. Plus if I do have one cavity on either side, they’ll have to do it in two separate appointments because they don’t like numbing both sides at once, and that sucks. Really I just need my teeth to CUT THE SHIT and be teeth and not Swiss-cheese cavity-filled motherfuckers.
  • Interestingly enough, this might be one more thing I can blame on the celiac. Apparently having celiac can negatively affect tooth enamel development. So maybe it’s not my fault?
  • It totally is my fault. I eat way too much sugar.
  • My ginger ale has cayenne in it, apparently? Not a lot, but it’s definitely noticeably spicy. Not a bad thing!
  • We might be able to finagle our fall vacation so that we spend a few days in a city and then a few days in the mountains, which, while being new and therefore terrifying, sounds like a really good time.
  • I need to get back on the horse re: figuring out my Tarot cards. That seems like a practice that would benefit me, but my attention span for reading/learning new things is not terrific these days.

REMEMBER WHEN WE COULDNT REBLOG POSTS TO OUR OWN BLOGS? that was some wild shit. and like. i remember popular bloggers finagling shit so that they could reblog things to themselves

ALSO i finagled it so i dont work 5 days in a row next week \o/ like today is kinda hellish but in the long run things are lookin up

anonymous asked:

Imagine if you willl.... bull/dorian/m!inquisitor for a moment because it's beautiful.

ah, nonnie. i, in fact, have thought at length abt bull/dorian/inquisitor (bull/dorian/adaar to be more specific bc dorian + qunari ftw) and i am a fan. tho i must say i find it diffuclt to finagle them into a relationship in a way that satisfies me completely and i have yet to find a fic with the three of them that works for me.

tbh, i think dorian’s issues wrt to intimacy are of such nature that he’s likely to take any interest his lover might develop in a third party as a proof that in fact their relationship isn’t working and he should remove himself from the equation before things get even uglier. likewise, i don’t think he’d easily take a couple on their offer to join them because he’d be too afraid to get greedy and start wanting more than is on the table for him, and then things would get messy, wouldn’t they, and he’d get hurt, wouldn’t he. i don’t say it’s impossible to put them in a functional triad, but i do think it would take considerable effort and patience.

my fave scenario is, hands down, when dorian and the inquisitor get together first, and bull joins them, initially just for sex, then, after the demands of the qun, for the whole feelings shebang bc they refuse to give up on him even when he’s feeling uprooted and afloat, and they’re not afraid of him, and he discovers they ground him in a way he didn’t think possible after he left the qun, and i’m really emotional just thinking abt it, gosh.

i looked up the english word that’s synonym with the one used in greece when you steal someone’s lighter by accident and i got finagle

should i use this or is it ridiculous