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Summary of the bagel fam


I decided to gather up most the information that’s been so far come up (along with other people’s wonderful headcanons) for Sammy Bagel’s family members just to clear stuff up. Also basic char information for Sammy, Benny, Nafi and Samuel. Some stuff have been already babbled about in the Discord, some might be new. BUT ANYWAY


(also of course there is stuff that are just my headcanons! Just how I’ve read into stuff so forgive me if something feels weird dtgvertdgwrst)

Samuel Sr.

The family patriarch; old widowed father who is strict, hot-tempered, workaholic, conservative and overprotective, but loves all of his children dearly and wants to do his best to help them all get to the Great Beyond. His job is to teach the Laws of the Gods to all young products. Except that thanks to his overprotectivity sometimes his attempts of making his four bagel kids happy results instead in giving them even more restrictions (like the whole thing with Sammy being with Kareem), but poor bab, he doesn’t realize it. HE’S THE SHOPWELLS MARLIN BASICALLY

Aside from his bagel kids, two special boys he loves and protects are the young gefilte brothers Elijah (by @o-queso) and Herschel whom he took in shelter for after their parents died by accident. And boy, after everything they went through he cares for them too like fourth and fifth sons.

In human AU he works as the strict Hebrew teacher of the Hasidic yeshiva school and takes great care of the family’s ancient house that’s been around for over 100 years. (and FYI he suffers from anemia as headcanoned by @envy-denvy.)

He had a dear sufganiyot wife he loved more than anything, but she sadly died. Nowadays though he found love again and is in a happy relationship with daddy Baba. (kudos from these hcs goes to Envy too WHOO) But enough of that for now, let us indulge in 


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another one. another fanart for @burrn‘s Cause You’re My Favorite Hue fic! I love romance and I just melt w the idea of soulmates. It’s a very defined concept in this AU, where touching your soulmate results in the world bursting into full color, so it’s all I could ever ask for lol! I don’t want to give away any major plot points so if you want to know what happens after this, guess you’ll have to read the fic :)


Hello… I’m VERY sorry, I know, i’m late but in my life i’m also always late … I’m a bad and stupid little bunny 😣. But you know it’s never too late 😓 
Can you forgive me ? Pleeease it’s christmas it’s a magic part of the year…🎄
I hope your christmas was good and you eat lot of christmas food and you have all the presents you wanted 🎁
I really hope you enjoy this and do not hesitate to share your results 😘❤

~Admin Bunny~

I took a short music elective this semester and decided to compose fanmusic for one of my favourite sheith fanfictions, The Legend of the Sun and Moon by @runicscribbles and @itdans​ , as a final project. 

I fell absolutely in love with the world and this little piece is the result of that. I hope you guys enjoy it. I’ve never attempted any kind of orchestral composition before, so forgive me if it sounds weird.

Also I’ll talk about the composition under the read more (also mild spoilers about the story)

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ephemeren  asked:

Guess my sign: I get lost in fantasy a lot and don't do very well with stress. I enjoy fun and light-hearted events, but I'm rarely ever the light of the party unless it happens to be a circle of close friends. I'm willing to forgive, but I'll never forget, and keep a grudge to prove it. I'm deeply loyal to those I love, but I do become pretty distant if my interest is lost. I tend to keep my anger to myself, and explode as a result once I've been pushed to the edge. Hypocrisy pisses me off.

Sounds like a Pisces or another Water sign.

The church is flawed. The people in the church are flawed.

A woman that I work for has a son with autism. He doesn’t speak. He used to hit her. He destroyed walls when he didn’t get what he wanted when he wanted it.
He broke her arm once. She had scratches and bruises to spare. 
A pastor told her his diagnosis was a result of her sin. 

Unfortunately, there are so many cases similar to this one: there are people who believe another persons’ fate was the result of their shortcomings. Deaths, pain, and brokenness of others have been pinned on the people who it affects the most. 

I read a post on here once that explained how a young girl lost her mother to an illness. The leader of their church promised her it was because of her mistakes; her mother would have never died if the girl was not such a sinner. 

Please allow me to make something very clear: your sin does not dictate another persons’ health. Unless you are the drunk driver behind the wheel or poisoning a child’s blood with drugs or putting others’ lives in danger your sin is not the decider of another’s fate

There is not one bad thing that outweighs the other. 
You are not to blame for the bad things that have happened to people in your life. 

Do not ever allow the church or the people in the church to tell you that you are.

-31Women (Ansley)

In the extremely unusual occasion that a run in with the FAHC results in an arrest rather than an all out firefight an argument could be made that the members of LSPD are even more displeased than the criminals themselves. It’s not just that many feel the crew members don’t even deserve the luxury of an arrest, think the world would be a better place if they were shot on sight, but also the fact that the interrogations themselves never go to plan. The possibility of being the one who brings about the downfall of the FAHC sours in the face of the intangible feeling that the arrest was intentional, that getting one of the Fakes into an interrogation room is still somehow playing into their plans.

Neither Pattillo nor the elusive Brownman have ever made it to the station, the few occasions which have come close getting cut short before they get any further than the squad car. Pattillo is unerringly polite even while effortlessly knocking out arresting officers, while Brownman is utterly relaxed, putting up no resistance and complaining loudly about losing the chance to sleep away the afternoon in custody when his crewmates drag him free. Dooley, on the other hand, seems to turn up at the station with alarming regularity; the FAHC’s newest member wandering in for anything from paying off minor traffic tickets to reporting petty crime. Its infuriating, the man exuding nothing but appropriate respect and utter sincerity, and without any evidence, without anything but street knowledge of his involvement, they can do nothing but treat him like a regular citizen.

When Ramsey is brought in he is calm, judgemental and obnoxiously sure of himself. He proclaims his innocence, his ignorance, his life as a simple businessman with just enough of a smirk to make it clear he is laughing at them, never once even hinting at anything incriminating. Interrogating the man is always a race against the clock; through bail or legal intervention he’s out of their hands almost as soon as they get him. Once, and only once, a detective tried to go the unethical threatening route, claimed other members of the crew were in unrecorded rooms having one-on-one sessions of their own, that if Ramsey cared about them at all he would just confess and save them all the trouble. It was months before they got all the blood off the walls, and the mysterious failure of every camera in the interview room had the station caught up in internal investigations while Ramsey walked away scott free.

Where interviewing Ramsey is always too short to be satisfying, no detective can be done with Jones fast enough. At first the fact that he doesn’t shut up seems like gift, his rages an easy way to trip him up, trick him into revealing information, but its not. Jones will curse you out, run his mouth about the precinct, the cheif, your mother, his own mother, and the competence levels of his crew but he never says anything of use. Even when they wise up to his methods, realise he is waiting out his time as efficiently as Ramsey in his own way, there is still no directing him; his rants and rages as genuine as they are frustrating.

The observant would note that the vagabond was never once arrested before the force gets a photo of his face, fuzzy and still obscured by face-paint but finally mask-free. When he is brought in, silent and looming but disturbingly amiable, the first thing they take is his mask. Then promptly wish they could put it back on, piercing blue eyes amused and unconcerned as the Vagabond’s smirk only twists his face-paint into more grotesque obscurity. Despite staying utterly silent, being securely chained the the table and making no aggressive moves three separate detectives leave his interrogation room in a near panic, two more refusing to even enter in the first place. Mask or no mask there is no lawyer alive who could argue for the Vagabond’s freedom, but a convenient explosion grants enough distraction for the empty cuffs to be left neatly on the table, a box full of contraband disappearing alongside the familiar black skull.

Interviewing Free feels a lot like signing up to the crew’s personal watch list. He doesn’t have the presence or deniability of Ramsey, doesn’t rage like Jones or ooze threat like the Vagabond. Instead Free is all smiles and winks and cheeky flirtation, derailing the interrogation to ask questions of his own, from opinions on sea monkeys to the statistical likelihood of extra-terrestrial life. For those detectives who play along he will answer questions in turn, talking fondly about the most dangerous criminals in the city, never actually helpful but close enough that it almost feels like a victory. For those who don’t, the detective’s who’s interrogations are aggressive and underpinned by something nastier, Free’s demeanour doesn’t change, but his careless questions do. He asks about their money problems, their monthly AA meetings, the not-always-figurative skeletons in their closets. He’ll ask, still smiling despite the rising tension, about each of their family members by name.


I haven’t been feeling like myself for quite some time now.
I have fallen in an endless loop of despair and self loathing. A single day hasn’t passed without me relying on a memory, chasing something I hardly remember, following all the rabbits of my imagination down the darkest paths of my loneliness. 

I have tried clinging to something - to someone - with little result. And I ask for forgiveness. I should have been stronger than this, I shouldn’t have asked for something, love, compassion, company, that weren’t bound to be mine. My need was so big I failed to see the limit.

I know I have turned into something people didn’t like having around. A ghost of something good that maybe, one day, I had been. I was heavy, unnecessary, demanding. I didn’t mean to cause irritation. I beg for forgiveness. I’m sorry if I ever was a burden to you.

It’s hard to determine what happened, how slow and relentless my aggravation has actually been. The bad choices that led me to it, the bad choices it caused. All I know is - I need to get some rest from my own self, as much as you all need to rest away from the shadow I casted on you, unwillingly.

I’ll be leaving now, I don’t know wether I’ll walk for a long time or I’ll just drop somewhere and let time slip away until I’m cleansed and lucid again.
You won’t be missing me.
There will be plenty to fill your lines - as much as I know I’m not leaving a real hole in your days. I was with-out as much as I thought I was with-in. 

I will see you again.

مَع السَلامة

On mobile so forgive errors but: It kills me when people get all worked up about how terrible things are for the people of Westeros, like ??????? That’s the point?????

A Song of Ice and Fire is literally the result of GRRM going “you want to read a medieval fantasy? I’ll give you a medieval fantasy.” Boom: enforced patriarchy, absolute monarchy, rigid social stratification, power-scrabbling lesser lords, ends-justify-the-means, and religion present in every aspect of life.

“You want a beautiful princess?”: Sansa Stark, a lovely young Princess In The Tower Trope who starts out naive in the ways of politics, which actually leads to her utter helplessness in the place that was supposed to be the safest for a young lady, so that readers can follow her journey to saving herself rather than waiting to be saved. (She’s a bratty thirteen year old but she’s SMART and QUICK and canonically a better writer in the common tongue and high valyrian than any of her siblings, and she might not become queen, but she, not her father and not her husband, will likely decide her own end, which is THE POINT.)

“You want a fiesty girl?” Arya Stark, the Tomboy With A Sword trope who actually ends up horribly traumatized and homesick and taking a nickname of her feminine mother. (Yes, she’s strong, but death and mayhem works a toll on young girls, which is THE POINT.)

“You want a young, poor hero?” Jon Snow, your Secret Prince Trope who actually has mother/abandonment issues and a weird mix of both an inferiority and superiority complex which leads him to shun help and support from his friends. (Yes, he knows nothing. Yes, he’s learning ~who he is.~ But it may be that nuture, and not nature, is where Jon’s “true identity” lies. Not sure if that’s GRRM’S point but I think his status as Ned’s son is gonna mean more than his status as Rhaegar’s, ultimately.)

“You want a young king?” Robb Stark, your Young King Arthur trope, with kingship foisted upon a young man and who actually shows that youth and virility are not the only prerequisites to winning a war. (People so often hate on/make fun of/blame Robb but like, the failure of the young king trope is GRRM’s ENTIRE POINT.)

“You want an evil queen?” Cersei Lannister, who is yes, evil, but also plagued by paranoia and fear and a desire for power in her own right because she’s been denied it her whole life only because she was born a female instead of a male. (Yes, internalized misogyny, yes, regicide, yes, incest but – say it with me – that’s the whole poiiiiiint.)

“You want dragons?” Here, have three. They fly and breathe fire and also eat children and destroy herds of cattle and you’ll have to chain them up so your people don’t start a revolt. (Not quite sure what GRRM’S point here will finally be but they probably are not going to make it through the series alive and will likely ultimately be weapons of war, not cherished members of the family.)

ASOIAF: Literally Not Your Typical White Boy Fantasy (Except When It Is, Because GRRM Is Still A White Boy And Not Perfect).


“Trista Mateer’s previous book, her debut collection of poetry entitled Honeybee, was a breakout example of heartfelt poetry and the talent of baring the soul. I said that Honeybee ‘demands things’ and it did: It demanded your time, your heart, your soul, your emotions through a roller-coaster of meaningful yet painful poetry.

In her second collection, The Dogs I Have Kissed, the nature of the beast shifts a little, but only enough to bring out the best. Where Honeybee was a book about getting over someone and the effects of love, Dogs reminded me more of the thoughtful feelings that occur much after one’s heart is broken. Things are repairing, faults are being fixed. And the result, at least for Trista, is a book of gorgeous, profound, flowing poetry.

The book’s penultimate poem is, without a doubt, the final one: I Forgive You For Not Meeting Me On the Bridge. There is a line in that poem that pains me to even read, but that is the unparalleled charm in Trista’s writing—it hurts you, and you let it hurt you, again and again and again. Because a hurt that beautiful demands both attention and feeling. The final poem might be the best, but is only so because of the journey to it. Pages and pages of unique, trembling, powerful poetry from a well-cultivated voice.

I have had the pleasure watching Trista’s style evolve, unfold, and grow over the last few years, and both her poetry and the writings on her eponymous blog showcase the sort of raw, unbridled talent you can only find in the heartfelt reaches of the indie scene.”Brandon R. Chinn, author of The Kognition Cycle

FIND THIS BOOK ON AMAZON (and most other online book retailers).

so i just hit 4k followers today!!! this blog is just over a year old and lately i’ve befriended so many lovely people, i honestly feel so blessed and grateful to have you all!!! <3

i literally have no talent in editing photos or anything technical so um. yeah. this is the result hEH. but i literally can’t thank-you all enough for following a blog like mine!!! and im so glad that i can spread the yoongi love around and provide you all with yoongi-filled goodness! :)

if you can read this, then please know that i love every single one of you, to me you’re all more than just a number or some blog that follows me okay! i hope you all know this! please know that you’re such a beautiful person that is doing amazing in life, keep going! you are strong and important :) i love you <3

i was going to do like, favourite urls and that but whats the point of doing favourite urls wHEN I FOLLOW ALL OF YOU FOR THE SAME REASON? :’D

bold is for mutuals!!

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 @heungtanbts @hhobi @hobisoo @hobisss @holdmehoseok @hope-a-holic @hopeful-afternoon @hoseok-myhope @hoseokjung @hosop @hugtae @huseok @hyacinth-ink @infireation @jamsandsuga @jeonjjeoro @jhorsearmy @jim-seok @jiminiesaur @jimins-arms @jimins-bootae @jimins-calves @jimins-pelvis @jiminsscream @jinips @jinned @jinsjuice @jinsthighs @jungkiller 

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ok but can you imagine it’s been nearly six months since you and mikey have broken up and frankly you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss or that you didn’t want him back but it seemed like it was just a little too late to go back to him begging for forgiveness because the fight you had in the first place was stupid and it escalated before either of you could stop it resulting in you storming out of your shared apartment and that was really the last time you saw michael and every day since then you’d been asking yourself the same questions “what if I hadn’t left?” “what if I had gone back to him?” “what if he still loves me too?” but then you’d shake your head, laughing at how stupid you sounded but still a girl can dream right and just when you thought he’d never think of you again you come across the audio for their new song broken pieces and it almost felt like you could picture him singing it to you and the more times to replayed it the more your heart ached to see him again even if for just one night and you kicked your nerves to the side and picked up the phone, crossing your fingers as you rang him up, feeling a smile stretch across your face when you hear that familiar Aussie accent coming through on the other end,
“hey babe I never thought you’d call”

The Asexuality Blog MBTI Submission Results

I’m a total goof. I thought I’d posted this, and just now realized that I haven’t. 

Forgive me, lovelies, my blond is showing…

Again, this is by no means meant to be an accurate representation of the asexual community as a whole. It’s just the results of the submissions I received and is a bit fun to look at. 

“As a result of a combination of the writing and me playing this character in such a vulnerable state — because I’ve infused so much of my own self and life into this character — that creates a sense of vulnerability to Damon that people can connect to. This guy could literally — I’m saying this as an analogy because it’s so terrible — he could walk into an orphanage and kill 100 kids and somehow the audience would forgive him and love him.”


I was so inspired by Beyoncé “LEMONADE”. Beyoncé is usually a private person and to see her be this open and showing raw emotion was freeing. I plan on doing something similar. Not with music but with a visual of poems. I want to present how I viewed black men at a young age starting at home. I want to show different stages in my life and what lead me to find the “man” I allowed to be my first. I allowed him to not respect me, care about me, or love me. He used me and never looked back. I want to put audio clips of black male leaders such as Malcolm X describing the treatment of black women and black female leaders that speak on womanism and Misogynoir. It’s something personal but something all black women can relate to. I want to express this visual by showing how I ended up in that position. I want to own up to my pain, mistakes for my actions and the ending result of forgiveness and moving on. I plan to open my feminine/ beauty supply store with black women owned products inside. Before the grand opening I want to have a “black girls rock” gathering so that I can show this clip. I want to inspire other women to forgive themselves. You’re not perfect but that’s ok. You are not your mistakes and you can still progress.

Somebody talk me down. I do not need to write “Victorian era rape victim Belle has her engagement broken as a result of her being ruined, guy her father owes money to says he’ll forgive his debt in exchange for her hand in marriage which she accepts because why not everything has already gone to shit but then he never makes any move to have sex with her and she eventually falls in love with him but it turns out he’s been in love with her for years and proposed in order to save her from more societal shame.”