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Louis Tomlinson

Here is yet another Louis talking audio. Again, I just put together shorter clips of Louis talking and added piano music. Louis’ voice helps me calm down and deal with pain, so I thought this might help someone else too. Enjoy. <3

Louis talking 2015 | Louis MITAM Track-by-track | Louis talking 2 | Harry MITAM Track-by-track

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I just want to express how Atlus outdid themselves with Akira’s character. I love him. Compared to the protagonists from the last two games, he didn’t feel too… vacant – at least, in my opinion. They gave him a little personality, but not too much for us players to feel emotionally detached. They gave us insight to his character: from what he trudged through waist-deep in his past to what he felt in its aftermath.

I found myself gushing whenever he reveals a small smile around his dear friends or being a badass in the Metaverse. It gives him personality.

But he isn’t always like that. There’s a calculating character to him – often grim. He’s silent. His thoughts are galaxies compared to what he chooses to say. Takemi, Iwai, and Sojiro point this out: “You look pretty serious.” or “You always have a scowl on your face these days.” He has been treated so poorly in the past, perhaps he has an inevitable grudge against adults? Who knows, but it makes him human. 

 He can be a little bit of dork sometimes, that’s for sure.

Upon writing this, I realized that whatever I felt towards Akira, it was sympathy. As I went along the story of the game, I couldn’t exactly pinpoint how I felt playing this character. Was I supposed to embody the protagonist entirely? To see, feel, and live the moments of the story in his shoes? Or see him as another character of the plot? I experienced both simultaneously, in a way. Akira Kurusu was cast away into a situation he never asked for, yet he found precious moments wherein he can freely express other sides of himself with his friends. 

As mentioned before, he was given a considerable amount of character as opposed to the past protagonists; that resonated well within me as he and I experienced moments throughout the game as his thoughts, emotions, and expressions matched my own. I didn’t feel too detached, but I certainly don’t see myself as him. 

 Also: sassy Akira is best Akira.

Well, that about sums up what I’ve been thinking about all night. Let me know if it struck you with new insight, heck even debate with me on it. Thanks for reading.

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Title: Unraveling
Summary:  Dan knew he was different from other children very early on. He never lost his ‘imaginary friends’, they only became a more integral part of his life. Living with his illness is never easy and with a secret as large as his, cracks are bound to appear. While he isn’t ashamed of his DID, he knows the consequences of telling the wrong people. 
Word Count: 21k
Warnings: Smoking, mention of drug use, drinking, mentions of past trauma, anxiety

A/N: I’m really sorry to everyone on mobile because read mores don’t work and this is long af. This fic is my actual child and I’m so happy with how it turned out. So much time and research went into this fic. I wanted it to be as medically accurate as possible. 
I got the inspiration of this fic when I stumbled upon a youtuber named Jess who posts videos about her DID. She and all of her alters are amazing and I just want everyone to know their story and learn that DID isn’t scary like the media makes it out to be. 
Also huge shout out to @phansdick and @theinsanityplays for listening to me complain about my inability to do this topic justice and for giving me ideas when I was in a rut. And I can’t forget the amazing @moonlitdan for being a lovely beta. 
If there are any inaccuracies with this fic, please let me know so I can change them! 
That was a really long author’s note. Okay. Enjoy!

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Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word count: 975
Warnings: FLOOF
Summary: You have powers that resembled the cartoon ice queen herself. The cold is your home but what about the warmth you feel for your fellow Frosty?
Warm hearts are common in everybody. Everybody has a warm heart when they begin in life and it is entirely up to the person whether or not they continue to have it. It can be easy to lose it over time but the results at the end make it worth it.

It was a contradiction for you. You had one of the warmest hearts that the Avengers had ever seen, despite your cold hands and powers. Fire and ice cancelled each other out but for you, you flourished in the circumstance.

Tony called you Elsa and you sent him a glare or a sudden chill to his bottom. You might have had the same powers as Elsa but you two were very different people. You knew that you had love in your life from the odd family that was the Avengers and you had complete control of yourself.

You went on mission from time to time whenever the weather wasn’t too hot. You could survive in the hotter weather but it made you easily fatigued. In the cold, you were the queen. You reigned over the weather then and the snow was your domain. You could create anything out of ice and you managed to wow the regular people of New York on occasion.

Today was a cold day so you were outside on the roof. There was no snow yet but you could feel it start to swirl in the clouds above you. It would fall soon and you hoped that it would stick so you could pull the team outside for some fun.

The other one with a bright warm heart was James. He insisted that you called him Bucky but you liked James much more. He had warm hands and an even warmer heart. He had been treated so poorly by HYDRA in his past but he had managed to somewhat put himself back together with the help of everyone that was around him.

“You’ll freeze out here.”

You laughed a bit and turned to look at him. He was bundled up in warm clothes with multiple colors but look slightly uncomfortable. You had a feeling that the cold was reminding him of Russia and the past that he wanted to forget.

“Are you okay? I know that this isn’t the best memory for you.”

He shrugged and came up beside you, grasping your cold hand in his gloved one.

“I’ll be okay. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Someone has to, Frosty. We’re one and the same.”

He smiled at you and nudged you. You nudged back and at that moment the snow had started to fall all around you. You breathed in the cold air that snapped at your nose and felt your neck scorch. It didn’t affect you as it affected everyone else so you reveled in the feeling of it.

Bucky let go of your hand and reached his own hand and watched as the snowflakes landed on the fabric and quickly melted away. He frowned a bit and you had a feeling of what was going through his mind.

You waved your hand over his and the snowflakes stuck to his glove. His frown faded and gave way to a small smile.

“You’re worth it. You’ll always be worth it.”

He brought your hand up to his lips and gently kissed the cold flesh you had. You entwined your fingers with his metal ones, not minding the cold that came with it. The cold didn’t bother you at all because it was yours, it was your home.

You went back inside with him and made some hot drinks while he shed his winter clothing. Hot drinks were something that you had to be careful of. Too hot and it would melt you. It had to be a perfect temperature and taken in moderation for your sake. The problem was, you could never get it just right. You either made it too hot or it was colder than you wanted.

“Let me try.” He spoke gently, sensing your frustration.

You moved away from your spot at the kitchen counter and let him try his hand at making the perfect temperature drink for you. In the meantime, you swirled the whipped cream on Bucky’s and offered it to him.

“I can’t make my own but I made you one.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

He took it in his hands and took a sip before putting it back down, returning his focus to your own drink. You drifted over to the couch and looked through the movie selection to find one that was suitable for the cold weather that lurked outside the windows.

You found White Christmas and put it into the player, waiting for Bucky to show up. He did a few moments later with your drink and his own. You cautiously took a sip of it and smiled over the rim of the mug.

“How did you do it?”

“Trade secret.”

You rolled your eyes at him and took your seat on the couch. Bucky sat beside you and pulled the blanket over your legs that were situated in his lap. You curled up close to him, almost enjoying the natural heat that he gave off.

“Thank you.”

You looked up at him, a bit confused.

“What for?”

“Your warm heart, despite your cold hands.”

“Anything for my fellow Frosty.”

He had an easy smile on his face as he looked down at you and he gently pressed his lips to yours. Cold lips on warm lips made for an interesting sensation that sent sparks all over your body.

“Cold lips too.”

You laughed at him and set the empty mug down to wrap your arms around him. The cold was home, and you could get used to having the natural heat of Bucky be home too.

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currently nursing an uncontrollable crush on early-70s-Columbo-in-deceptively-goofy-mode 

Customer brings his bichon in matted soild legit excuse hes been poorly and not been able to brush him it’s been nine weeks since I groomed him last so I explained why I would have to shave him and how it would be cruel to try and dematt him coat.. the guy isn’t happy but agrees Cut too two hours later he comes to pick up his dog.. “ Oh my god… you look so stupid what has she done to you… my goodness you look awful.. what’s the nasty groomer done baby?” Me:…. “excuse me but please don’t refer to me as a nasty groomer I was left no choice but to shave your dogs coat off as you have left him 9 weeks with out bathing or brushing him.. i understand youve been ill but bichons have a high maintenance coat and need a to be brushed every day you should of made arrangements I’m not a magician I cannot magic the knots away.. I was the very kind groomer who made him feel better” Him: “Well… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to cause offence” Me: “no offence taken”

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I’m so bored

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure how this'll go down but, how do y'all feel about a story about an autistic guy who grows to dislike his autism? Not because of the "woe is me" stereotype, but because everyone has teased/treated him poorly because of his traits? Like in his head he thinks, if he just suppresses his traits, everyone will like him more. However there is a girl who helps him realize that it is not his fault that he's different and his lesson by the end is accepting himself, so I'd love some feedback :)

I think that it could be ok if it is done well. There are plenty of autistic people who dislike being autistic, or parts of it at least. It makes sense for him to try to suppress the traits that he thinks are the reason that he has been treated poorly. It sounds like he might believe that the bullying is his fault. He might even believe that he is bad for being unable to behave like his neurotypical peers, or be annoyed at himself for “not trying hard enough”.

I think that where I am a bit hesitant is the idea of him being taught by to accept himself by a girl - not because of her gender, but because I am slightly weary of the idea of being “saved” by one person.

It kind of depends - if you are going for a feel-good piece that is cutesy almost-fluff, rather than realistic, then having one person “save” him might be ok.

But a more realistic outcome is that learning to accept oneself is a BIG undertaking that (in my opinion) cannot be taught by one person. Also, I don’t know if the girl is developmentally disabled, but my personal feelings are that it can be a bit iffy to have a neurotypical person teach this to him. Does she have any experience where she has had to learn to accept herself? Because when someone who has never really felt that level of rejection tells you to “accept yourself” it can feel a bit hollow because their life experiences haven’t provided them with the information they need to be able to imagine what “accepting yourself” actually means to the person they are speaking to.

Learning to accept himself has to mainly be mainly lead by the autistic character, because although other characters may help a great deal, this character is the one who has to do the work of changing his thinking patterns and self-perception. And if those have been warped by years of being mocked and rejected by his peers, I think that having one person tell him that his autistic traits are positive might not be able to counter years’ worth of experiences. It might make him feel a bit better, or he might think of it as a meaningless compliment that she is saying to be nice but is not actually true.

So, to summarise, it’s a story where it is worth treading carefully but, if it is done well, it could be an interesting story. I think the ultimate thing that will make the difference between sensitive and insensitive will be in the details and in making sure that your character has a personality, but I am sure that a story that details trying to suppress one’s autistic traits will resonate with lots of autistic readers.

-Mod Snail

Fun Facts About Beowulf

I just finished teaching a module on Beowulf and I hadn’t read it in years, so I thought I would bring up some cool things that I had forgotten about and share it with tumblr. Before I begin, I should mention that Beowulf studies in NOT my major area of expertise, nor is it one of my research areas, so if anyone knows more about it than me, please don’t hesitate to add to my post or make corrections! I don’t take offense to it and welcome additional knowledge :)

Most people know all about the Christian/Pagan themes like the threes: three peoples (Geats, Danes, Heathobards), three battles (Grendel, Grendel’s mother, the fireworm), God in three persons: Father, Son Holy Spirit). I’m sure everyone’s familiar as well with the symbolism of cleansing/purging the hall at Herot after Grendel’s attack, the symbolism of the blood-red water being cleansed after Beowulf defeats Grendel’s mother, the concepts of wryd, commitatus, loff, kenning, alliteration, the boast, etc. So, in this post, I’m not going to discuss any of that in depth. However, if you want to know more about any of the aforementioned things, feel free to send me a message!

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I want to take this opportunity to wish Lee Seokmin–Seventeen’s resident happy virus, seokshine, and horse enthusiast–the happiest of birthdays. From your infectious smile to your Dracula laugh, I love everything about you. You’ve brought joy to so many fans like myself and I hope you continue to be the DK we’ve all come to know and love. I’m honestly so proud of everything you’ve accomplished in the past couple of months. I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you because I just know that you will put 110% in every opportunity that comes your way *cough* hopefully a musical or your own radio gig or a variety show *cough*. Please continue to stay happy and healthy so that you can continue to be Seventeen’s main vocalist and energizer. Thank you for being born on this day and thank you for blessing Carats with your beautiful voice 💕


I can’t believe people are actually dragging Tom Hiddleston’s speech. the man obviously had good intentions. end of story. he does so much charity and humanitarian work and tried to bring awareness to an issue that’s seldom talked about and yet here y'all salty hateful vultures are.

it could have been worded better but he was nervous and just winged his speech big deal. it’s clear what he meant and that he meant well it’s literally just a misunderstanding so get off your self righteous hypocritical high horse and move on to your next victim this week.

@hazuukashi, x.

          this was.. surprising, but not that surprising. don’t get him wrong, he definitely wasn’t expecting leon to kiss him. but well, he’d been poorly attempting to flirt with the baseball star for a while now, and he had been pretty sure that the other had been flirting back. so… he’d considered the possibility. fleetingly. … but the fact that he’d entertained the possibility didn’t stop the shock when the redhead actually did it. eyes widened briefly before shutting as naegi relaxed, and then the next thing he knew, leon was pulling away.

          “ i, uh. yeah, i guess i kinda did,  he answers after a moment, unable to fully surpress laughter that fell somewhere between nervous and giddy. like… woah, someone just kissed him? and… someone really cute?  “ but, like… just because i got what i wanted once doesn’t mean that i’m, uh. gonna stop wanting it.  real smooth  ( he’s trying ). hopefully the other boy picked up on the attempt at flirting.   and——hey! you can’t tell me not to be a stranger when you’re the one not looking at me.

Reaching Through the Mirror

So, I was inspired by reading Mirror’s Gaze for the Nth time and reading a whole bunch of other stories by others (namely @charliessketchesandshit and @kirbychan234 ) that @phantoms-lair let play in her sandbox. I have no idea what I’m doing or even if I’m doing this right so here goes.

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@mientoujours liked this for a starter!

The music was loud, the rooms were packed, the alcohol was flowing and Dove was out of her element. She decided to go to this party out of angry and with a plan. For the past two months Dove had been hooking up with her friend Hendrix and while it was strictly a friends with benefits agreement he had been treating her poorly the past few weeks. Being ignored and treated as if she was his property when they were solely hooking up had gotten old so Dove had decided to do something about it. Her plan was to flirt with as many guys in front of her friend as possible and if it led to sex then so be it. With her plan in place the little blonde was leaning against a wall clearly flirting with a man double her size in clear sight of Hendrix.

nightshadow5  asked:

@heart-of-mold.) A young, royal naga had just been banished from the kingdom for being a half demon. The bastard spawn of a greed demon and the princess that had been second in line to the throne, he had been treated poorly by everyone other than his mother, his only protector. He was only thirteen and had never been taught how to survive alone in the wild, let alone worked a day in his life. But he hadn't even been given any supplies or water, so he'd be lucky if he'd even last a week.

Time for Vincent to corrupt youth )

Vincent was relaxing he was a really urge of sorts and also a guardian of sown woods which was his territory he smiled as he laid in the so. Till he smelt another naga nearby he went over and watched


Zayn was lounging in his bunk on the bus listening to the other lads fool around. He had been feeling poorly and decided to stay in his bunk not wanting to ruin the boy’s night with his mood. He sighed and closed his eyes trying to relax.