here happy things on the dash


From Shirow Miwa’s Twitter

Gap moe: When a character deviates and completely contradicts their usual/expected habits/personality/character/appearance. (Yang’s entire line with this sucked to translate lol)

hiii it’s rose! so im almost at my 4 month anniversary of having this blog and i also recently hit 10k on jimin’s birthday so i decided to do my first follow forever! when i started this blog back in july, i didn’t know it would grow this much and i’m still mind boggled by the fact that it did. thank you to everyone who likes anything i post whether it’s memes/ funny videos/ gifs/ dumb tags/etc, it means a lot to me, more than you know!

thank you for giving me so much love, advice, inspiration, and motivation, not only on here but in real life as well ever since i started my blog. this blog has been my happy place/escape for the past 3 months whenever things get tough and i’m beyond grateful for you all❤️i didn’t know running a blog to support my favorite group of boys could lead to me meeting so many amazing people 🤧🤧

a massive thank you to my followers for being so incredible and nice to me! to be some of your guys’ favorite blog means the world because i truly don’t deserve you all :) also thank you for always sending the sweetest messages into my inbox and i see a lot of you in my activities on a daily basis that i remember your urls hehe 😛

for the small amount of mutuals i hold close n dear to my heart, i love you all sosososososososo much! you make me berry happy and thank you for talking or attempting to talk to me bc if you haven’t notice by now, i suck at conversing LOL also thank you for tagging me in stuff because that means there r people who actually think of me 🤧 you make my time on here much more enjoyable!

ANYWAYS (sorry for making this so long) below are a list of fantastic people who brighten my days and fill my dash (and heart) with joy and make my dash wonderful place! i love all the content you create! you all deserve all the happiness in the world and i hope things are going well for ya 💞

let’s keep supporting bts together for a long time

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the heart does not lie

It takes time, of course. It takes time, and planning, and a fair amount of Wynne’s secret wine stash that she thinks no one knows about, to gather up the courage necessary to do what needs to be done– to say what needs to be said.

The camp is near-silent when he does it, everyone tucked away in their tents, resting up for the battle they can all feel creeping closer with each passing day. None of them say it, of course, but it hangs over them all. Their forces art growing, and soon, they will take their support to Denerim, to challenge Loghain, and then further, to challenge the Archdemon and the Blight itself.

Sten is seated by the fire, stripped out of his armor but not settling in for bed just yet. He sits, silent and unmoving as stone, and Bartholomew’s heavy head rests comfortably atop his knee. It’s a bit comforting to see his hound there, and he’s not sure why. Maybe it’s because, of all the people who are relying on him now, his dog is the easiest to accept. He’s been told all his life how stalwart mabari are, how their trust is rarely misplaced, and it makes his stomach feel strangely warm knowing that, even if he screws up, he’ll still have the faith of his loyal hound.

Or maybe he’s just drunker than he thought.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I just wondered, do you have a favourite world war 1 photograph?

“Favourite” is an awkward way to put it, and there are too many powerful photographs from the war to choose from.

Yet this blog’s avatar comes to mind. It is a photograph of a German uhlan, a cavalryman, on October 14, 1914.

The Great War is a story of large structures: endless battles with millions of casualties, an enormous growth of state power, mass oppression and cruelty and death. In terms of individuals and numbers it is literally impossible to visualize or understand. As the soldier and playwright Ernst Toller wrote, “We were all of us cogs in a great machine which sometimes rolled forward, nobody knew where, sometimes backwards, nobody knew why.”

Who knows what happened to this man afterwards? Maybe this was the last photo taken of him. As a soldier in the horrendously bloody battles of autumn 1914 on the Western Front, it is likely he did not survive.

It is not a moment of great feeling, neither triumph nor tragedy. Its subject is insignificant in the grand scheme of things. He is easy to distance yourself from; the photo is black-and-white, he wears old-fashioned clothing. 

Yet I felt this snapshot captured a brief moment of humanity in a dehumanizing, industrial war. Here is a human being fully alive, happy, handsome, a slight smirk on his face; proud perhaps in his dashing uniform? He has an emotional inner life, family, loved ones, just like any of us.

It is the same sense of individual humanity we can get from other photos of the war: A Scottish factory worker defiantly presents her tattoos remembering fallen friends. A Tanzanian man parts from his family to go fight on a distant continent for colonial oppressors. These photographs are just as powerful, if not more. We mourn the death of soldiers every November 11, but often forget workers, women, imperial subjects, and all others who participated in the war, often with far less choice and equal suffering as the men in the trenches.

But simply by reminding me of one individual life in the massive scope of the Great War, I find this rushed battlefield portrait touching. Perhaps others will find it moving too.


“My boyfriend’s here to set things right, I’m here to look dashing. That part’s less difficult.”

A redraw of one of my first attempt at a Dragon Age: Inquisition epilogue slide from 2015! :D Very happy with the progress I made ^^

A little context: after Trespasser I like to imagine that eventually Tamlen follows Dorian to Tevinter and maybe ends up in an ambassador-like position. Nothing overly political really, he’s glad to avoid politics whenever possible xD But why not use his contacts and experience to aid Dorian and the Lucerni as well as the elves of Tevinter. And no matter how much he might deny it, Dorian also comes to appreciate having someone at his side who he can fully trust. Because screw canon seriously xD

little-magicpuff  asked:

Out of curiosity, since you're not just an editor but also a writer, how do you manage to split your time between them and not get utterly sick of looking at words? How much editing do you can do on your own work versus needing someone else with fresh eyes to look at it and edit?

I split my day up into allotted time periods for work, or I did when I was still attempting to edit full time. At the moment I only have one or two days a week which I allow for editing work because my energy is so limited. This also better enables me to separate the mindset I am in for writing my own work vs the sniper mode I go into when hunting for the elusive mistakes others might miss. I also have to switch writing styles in my head when I am editing, as a good editor should be able to adapt to the tone of their author, not just hack through it. One of my biggest pet peeves when I am working with another editor (usually because the author has hired two people) is when they clearly miss that something is a stylistic or tonal choice and mark it as “incorrect” or “use of slang sounds informal” like really Editor Number 2, really, you’re going to insist everyone speaks like they swallowed the Oxford English Dictionary and were stunned over the head with a thesaurus. Really? 

I also try to make sure I take regular breaks, whether it’s to watch something, read some old fave fanfic, play video games, or just even chat with people so that my brain has time to unwind and stop being “on”. At least in the professional sense. Which is why it’s a dick move when people are like “lol Joy your spelling and grammar is awful rn I thought you were an editor” and I’m just here on the internet wanting to unwind and not be in work mode using up spoons to try and have conversations with people. There is a difference between Me and Work Me, and one is happy and can’t type for shit and the other is one more overused em dash away from setting fire to things.

As for how much of my own work I edit, if it’s fanfic or tumblr posts I try to catch as many things as possible, but there will still be times where I come back to something a minute later or two weeks later and still find mistakes which I can then rectify and roll my eyes at myself for misspelling “excerpt” as “exert”. 

Which is why when it comes to any work I plan to sell, I will definitely be throwing my work at the heads of some editor friends because there is just no way I will ever catch 100% of my own errors. This is why books also go through multiple rounds of edits and usually get worked on by at least 3 people in publishing houses, because no one human is 100% infallible. Whenever I take on an editing project which I know hasn’t been beta’d be some people I know (the first time I read anything professionally written by @deadcatwithaflamethrower and it had been beta’d by @norcumi it was to the sound of blessed angels singing, because it’s rare to get such a clean copy of anything), I will usually insist on a timeline that allows for me to do three rounds of edits.

I do have a habit of pre-formatting my work though. I know some people don’t like writing with things double spaced, but I just can’t even read a file anymore without “fixing” the spacing. It gives me a headache otherwise.

12:01am. march 16, 2017. 

it is officially 2 years since I first heard twenty one pilots, since I first saw fairly local on my dash and made one of the best decisions of my life: to hit play. 

I’ve been struggling, I won’t lie about that. I wish I could say I’m getting better instead of worse. I wish I was happy, I wish I took care of my body more often, I wish I appreciated more of the little things, I wish I didn’t still spend most nights awake and emptily staring at the walls at 4am.

but I guess the important thing is, I’m still here. And I have the boys to thank for that, I have tyler and josh, even if they don’t know who I am. I owe them my life. I owe them for surviving countless nights spent in torment, now wondering “what if?”. what if I didn’t have their music? what if I didn’t have the wonderful people I met through this band to talk to? what if I didn’t have them to channel my thoughts into? what if..? would I still be here? that’s the question. am I happy about that? about still being here, fighting? maybe I will be one day. but for now I can take one day at a time and enjoy the few beautiful things this world has to offer, in between the heavy darkness. and I have tyler to thank for this, I have josh, michael, mark, brad, chris, nick, jenna, and so many others to thank. and I will never take that for granted. I will forever remember the times I’ve seen them live, when I realized they are real. I’m not alone. they exist. I’m sobbing thinking about it now, I miss being close to their radiating positivity, warm as the sun. so, once again, I put as much emotion into these two words as I can muster: thank you. 

and you know what frens? stay alive. whatever your past, “know this: you can start over, each morning.” and that’s a beautiful thing.

p.s. happy birthday fairly local, the song that started not only the blurryface era but also this stage of my life. it’s great sharing this date with you.


banner note:  lowqual snapchat edit for a photoshop-less author

Hi loves, I guess it’s about time I make one of these to appreciate all the people that I have somehow convinced to press that follow button how even.! as well as the people that makes me wanna log on everyday I honestly forgot the exact day of my blog anniversary so I guess today will do for this post wink wonk c: It’s been about a year since I actively wrote for bts and got back into the army tumblr community and I’m happy the allure and fascination in writing did not leave me back then. First off, I really want to say thank you to all of you, sincerely, I never thought I would meet so many wonderful people on this website and the amount of talent in this fandom is astounding! Thank you for being so patient with me, for understanding that I’m a fickle writer at heart (them random ass updates) and thank you for letting me share my stories with you. The following people have been meaningful to me in someway, whether that is through the little things like the occasional message or some that I can truly count on to be there when I need them. 

Note, that more one of the below categories may apply to you but I like organizing it this way :’) also if I didn’t write a message for you it’s not because I love you any less but more like I’m trying real hard for this to not exceed a certain length and crash everyone’s app (HA). Please forgive me if I forgot anyone .. I really tried my best TTTT but believe me when I say if I have punched that follow button then I have loved you for a long long time. So without farther ado.. 

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Hello everyone! I have decided to do another follow forever because honestly, I have met so many wonderful people on here, and it literally makes me so happy that I have been given the opportunity to meet all of you! Not to mention that I recently hit 300 followers! (ノ^ヮ^)ノ*:・゚✧ 

I know it’s not a super big number, but I’m still very super thankful for all of you! And because of this milestone, I want to give a shoutout to all of those you who fill my dash with great things! So leggo~ 

Bold - mutuals 

♥ - people who I love 

♛ - people with A+++ content and who I want to be friends with 

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right person, wrong time (part 2)//simon minter

part 1

request:  Omg can you please please please do a part two for the “right person wrong time” one with Simon (preferably happy but you do you)

okay this is so long i had to put a keep reading thing there so it didn’t take up everyone’s dash. also i think i’ve completely ruined it but here it is sorry if there’s any mistakes

requests are open

love you all xo

Your whole body felt numb as you stood in front of the door to the Sidemen House. You urged your arm to lift so you could knock on the door but it just wouldn’t listen. Maybe it was trying to tell you that this whole thing was a bad idea and it would be better for you to just turn around and go back to your parent’s house.

It had been 6 whole months since you left London, 6 whole months since you received the news that Simon had come after you in the airport. You didn’t do much with that knowledge, apart from attempting to call Simon about 15 times a day for a week, but every time the phone would ring you would end the call in a panic. You soon realised that you were being ridiculous and after a lot of convincing from your inner self; you deleted Simon’s number.

As soon as you posted on social media that you were back in London for a week for your mother’s birthday, Josh instantly text you inviting to a small party at the Sidemen House and you couldn’t find it in your heart to say no. That’s how you found yourself numb and nervous outside of your exes house.

With a burst of energy and determination, you knocked on the door and gritted your teeth as you prayed that Simon wouldn’t answer the door. It seemed your prayers were answered as Josh’s smiling face appeared less than a second later.

“(Y/N)! Come in, come in!” He exclaimed, pulling you in for a hug before your feet could pass the threshold of the house. Before you knew it, you were being fragged towards the garden where the party was being held and your heart began to beat out of your chest. “Everyone’s been looking forward to seeing you.”

“Everyone?” You gave Josh an unsure look and he nodded, giving your arm a reassuring squeeze, but you didn’t miss the slight falter of his smile.

You had no time to think too much about it because you had reached the garden and within seconds every single one of your friends that you had left behind in London had swarmed around you. Everyone except your ex boyfriend, who didn’t seem to be here.

“It’s just so good to see you, man,” Harry smiled as he hugged you for the billionth time in the past fifteen minutes. “We’ve all missed you so much.”

A few people who still hovered around you made noises of agreement and you smiled before realising you needed to address the elephant in the room. “So, where’s Simon?”

Harry’s eyes immediately darted over to Josh who was stood a few feet away with Freya, the older boy shrugged and mouthed something like ‘I couldn’t do it’ before urging Harry to tell you.

The youngest of the Sidemen sighed. “Simon said he was coming, but he’s just out with-”

Harry fell quiet and swore under his breath as his eyes caught sight of something behind you. With a sick feeling in your stomach, you followed his line of vision but you wished you hadn’t. There stood Simon and he was holding hands with a girl. You could practically hear your heartbeat in your own ears.

You stopped breathing for a second as you watched him greet Tobi who leaned in to whisper something in his ear and within seconds Simon’s eyes met yours as his nearly fell out of his head.

Everyone in the garden fell silent as they watched the two of you, waiting for one of you to do something other than stare. However, the silence was broken by the blonde who Simon was with, “you must be (Y/N)!” She flashed you a smile as she began to walk the short distance towards you, “it’s so lovely to finally meet you.”

Your eyes widen at her words, she knew who you was yet you had no idea who this girl was. “Hi, it’s lovely to meet you too,” you paused, feeling extremely awkward for not knowing her name but realising you couldn’t go the whole night calling her ‘pretty girl who walked in hand and hand with Simon aka the love of you life’.

“Lottie,” she finished for you with a smile.

Soon enough, Simon approached the two of you hesitantly. “Hi,” he said quietly.

“Hi,” you replied, the tension surrounding you all getting heavier until yet again, Lottie’s sweet voice broke it.

“So, the guys were telling me that you work over in America, how is it over there? Bet you the weather is better than London’s.” And that’s how the next hour or so went, just you and Lottie chatting about nothing particularly interesting apart from the fact it was mentioned that her and Simon had been together for 3 and a half months. You desperately tried to find a flaw in her personality, anything to make you hate her but you just couldn’t, she was just too nice.

Simon barely spoke up, just awkwardly stood next to the two of you which didn’t surprise you in the slightest; he can’t handle uncomfortable situations very well. You barely looked at him the whole time, knowing that you couldn’t trust yourself not to burst into tears at the sight of his arm around Lottie’s waist.

You were handling everything so well until Simon said four little words that changed the whole night, “want another drink, babe?”

“Yes, please.” Both you and Lottie replied at the same time.

You wanted the ground to swallow you up.

Simon’s cheeks flushed and Lottie’s eyes widened slightly as she gave a little laugh. “Why don’t you get us both one, Si?”

You shook your head wildly and shook your head. “You know what? I was just about to head into the kitchen anyway, so I’ll get them.” Before either of them could reply you practically sprinted back to the house and into the kitchen which was empty for once.

To your surprise tears sprung to your eyes as you leaned on the kitchen table. You furiously tried to blink them away, not wanting to break down when a party was going on 10 feet away from you. After you finally pulled yourself together you turned around to go into the garden again but stopped short when Simon entered the kitchen, slowly closing the back door behind him.

“You okay?” He asked and you rolled your eyes, suddenly riled up and ready to release the underlying anger you’d been feeling for the last hour.

“No, Simon, I’m obviously not okay,” you spat, causing Simon to step back in shock. “I’m embarrassed and if I’m honest, I’m a little confused as to why this is the first time I’m finding out that you have a serious girlfriend!”

Simon looked like he was struggling to come up with response before he finally yelled, “oh I’m sorry, do I have to inform my ex girlfriend about every single thing that goes on in my life?”

“That is not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that you knew I was coming tonight, yet you still brought her along to rub in my face!” You shouted, pointing towards the garden where, little did you know, all of the people in it could hear every single thing that was being said. “I just want to know how after a three year relationship you can move on in the space of a few months, when you were chasing after your ex girlfriend in an airport not too long before?”

The blue eyed boy froze completely at your words and stumbled over his own for a minute. “Things change, (Y/N), you know that.”

“Not much seems to have changed because even after all this time we’re still screaming at each other across a fucking kitchen counter,” you gesture at the island that separated the two of you, much like it did 7 months earlier on the night you broke up. “How could you move on so quickly, Simon?”

“How could you not call me after finding out I came after you?” He fired back and now it was your turn to be lost for words.

“I tried to call but then I would remember that you ended things for a reason!”

“Yes, because you were flying halfway across the world! What was I supposed to do?” He yelled, and almost like we had gone back in time, he slammed his hands down on the counter.

“What about not giving up on us?” You raised your voice, “but that’s just what you do, isn’t it? You give up when things get a little bit hard. I might as well go and give Lottie the heads up that as soon as she wants to do something for herself, you’ll break her heart!”

Silence fell over the kitchen. You didn’t notice the tears streaming down your face until all the yelling had stopped and you quickly tried to wipe them away but to your dismay more kept falling.

It only took a second for Simon to walk around the counter and pull you into his arms. When you were together, no matter how angry the two of you were, if you started crying he would immediately comfort you.

“I didn’t give up on you, (Y/N), I came after you. I still haven’t given up on us and I never will.” He whispered quietly into your ear.

After you had calmed down, you both pulled away and Simon wiped a stray tear away from your face, he opened his mouth to speak but you shook your head to stop him. “I’m going to go, I wish you and Lottie all the best.”

And with that you waved to all the people who practically had their ears pressed up against the windows and left.

The check in line seemed to be getting longer rather than shorter. You had already been waiting there for 10 minutes and you were another 5 minutes away from saying ‘fuck it’ and staying in London for another day without caring what your boss would think if you didn’t turn up for work tomorrow.

You had spent the last few days of your stay in London with your family, apart from yesterday when you visited the guys at Tobi’s flat. Well, the guys, minus Simon.

You hadn’t spoke to Simon since the party and Josh informed you that after you left him and Lottie had a little argument in the same kitchen you two where screaming at each other in minutes before. Apparently, it didn’t end well and you felt extremely guilty about it.

After another 20 minutes you finally reached the front of the queue and you were next, which meant you were one step closer to your bed.

Just as the woman shouted 'next!’ someone else shouted ’(Y/N)’ which caused you to turn around so quick you almost knocked over your suitcase. The sight of Simon Minter standing amongst crowds of people almost made you choke on your own spit.

“Next!” The woman yelled again and you closed your eyes in frustration as you realised you had a choice to make. You could turn your back on the boy you loved or you could see what he has to say.

It took you a second before you grabbed your suitcase and moved yourself out of the line, straight towards Simon.

“What are you doing?” You asked in disbelief, causing Simon to shush you.

“You’re the one who keeps giving up on us,” his words visibly knocked you back but he didn’t stop. “6 months ago I chased after you and you found out, yet you never called me long enough so I could answer. And the other night, you just walked away.”

“You were happy with Lottie, I didn’t want to ruin anything for something that may not even work.” Your voice barely came out louder than a whisper, but Simon heard you and he shook his head.

“I was happy with Lottie, but I’m happier with you,” he admitted. “We can make this work, (Y/N), I know we can. This can’t be it for us.”

“What about what you said about timing? This is definitely not the right time, I live half way across the world!” You yelled, nervously looking around after your outburst to see that a few people were watching.

“Oh, fuck what I said and fuck timing,” Simon through his hand up. “There’s no such thing as the 'right’ time but there is such thing as the 'right’ person for someone and (Y/N), you’re mine. I love you so much and I am not letting you walk away, again.”

Tears filled your eyes at Simon’s words and you dropped your bag in a hurry, walking the short distance towards him and jumped into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed him with everything you had in you. “I love you, too, we’ll make it work.”

Simon pressed a quick kiss to your lips before placing your feet on the ground and saying, “reuniting in an airport, God, how cliché are we?”

I do my absolute best to stay out of discourse, but this place has truly gotten out of hand. The content of my character is being called into question and I have no doubt that my name is being slandered behind the scenes. And so I ask, “Why?”

I try my hardest to stay a positive, happy, and safe place on here. And honestly, every single individual I’ve had the pleasure of having a conversation with on this hellsite has been absolutely lovely. All of you are so talented and wonderful in so many ways, and you are willing to share your gifts with others on a daily basis. For free! That is a truly selfless act, no matter what form of art or activism that piece of you takes.

So, when did we lose sight of the beauty of fandom?

This place used to be alive with meta, fic, art, videos, and love. Sure, it’s always been a bit problematic in one way or another, but it was once an oasis in which to escape the difficulties of life. In my 23 years of fandom, it was one of the best and most supportive communities I’ve been a part of.

What happened?

There is a lot of talk lately about bullying, and it’s important to remember that bullying comes in many forms. Searching through someone’s posts to pull things and use them for your own agenda to make fun of others is bullying. Ganging up on someone because they believe something different than you and trying to make them feel bad for it is bullying. Anonymously sending nasty messages is bullying. Attempting to establish a hierarchy based on your own views and forcing it on others is bullying.

BOTH SIDES of the fence are guilty of these things.

That said, Tumblr is what you make of it and perpetuating this kind of behavior is toxic. By posting nasty anonymous messages, you are giving these awful people a platform for their voices to be heard. If you think they are going to learn anything from your wise words and admonishments, you’re wrong. They are hiding behind a faceless message for a reason, and allowing their words to see the light of day is doing nothing other than letting them know they got to you and spurring them on to send more. Just like a real life bully, it’s best to ignore it. Don’t let them get to you and don’t give them a voice.

And if you think a blog doesn’t get hate just because you can’t see it, that’s a major misconception.

WE are the ones who have the power to control the environment this fandom lives in. WE decide whether this place is a sanctuary or an asylum. WE are the ones who can choose to spread love and not hate.

There is no reason for this wonderful place to be an installment of Mean Girls.

When I come to my dash, I don’t want to have to question why I’m here. I don’t want to feel sad or hurt or hopeless. I want to talk about my otp. I want to be surrounded by the amazing humans I know all of you are. I want to feel supported and loved and happy. I want to drown in the things we all love so much. And I want to unabashedly love all of you, as I always have.

So, can we try and make our way back there? 

I know we can do it.


anonymous asked:

Do you ship wolfstar

Some of us do, some of us don’t. We’ve all talked about our personal shipping opinions in the past, and ultimately our personal opinions are never going to affect what we post on this blog. Here on IMQ we believe in a ship and let ship policy and we’ll post anything we ship or ships that were follower requested even if they’re not something we ship ourselves. You can check out our ship list on our nav page here (that will also directly link you to the wolfstar quotes we’ve done!). If you want to see more of a certain ship you can request it, or you can submit your own quotes (even better, since then we don’t have to do the legwork!).

And I’m going to digress here for a moment (as if I haven’t already) to remind all of our followers that it is never okay to attack people over a ship. There’s been a lot of nastiness in this fandom lately and it’s not cool. Especially in a fandom this large everyone’s going to have their own opinions and that’s okay! We’re all just here to have a good time, so if you don’t like someone’s blog you don’t have to follow it and you can block it so you don’t even see them on your dash via reblogs. If you find yourself angry enough over something fictional that you’re considering being really nasty to someone, walk away. Take a break. Reconnect with reality. Find things that fill you with happiness instead of things that make you shake with rage.

You’re never going to find a platform for hatred on this blog, there may be debate, but never thoughtless vitriol. We have a lot of followers and we want you all to feel accepted and safe here. Our wide variety of content reflects our wide variety of followers, and that’s not going to change!

Sorry for the novel! I hope you’re all having a great Sunday :)


I am so sorry for making a big fuss, friends. I’ve been thinking a lot about this and decided not to leave here. I know I’m no one and my whereabouts are hardly important, but I think I should make myself clear. Here are my thoughts;

a) I can ship anything. I’ve shipped Doctor Strange/Ross ever since Civil War came out. I love and respect BP too as a movie itself, I don’t want the movie just for some shipping. And I know other many shippers are the same.

b) Well, I had actually started deleting posts on my blog. I just couldn’t delete my account right away before download all the gifs ‘cause I don’t have my old gifs myself. Shame. But then I found that even after I had deleted my gifs, they would be reblogged forever without their home. And Tumblr even didn’t let me change the blog private. Guh.

c) I kept wondering; if I left here, would I also leave Sherlock or Benedict or Martin fandom or shipping Johnlock, EverStrange(or Stross?) or other things forever? I didn’t think so. I’ll end up coming back here again. With a new blog. Then where’s the meaning of deleting the old one.

d) There are so many good people here. I’ve got lots of sincere and heart warming messages. They gave me precious advice and provided new views that I should consider. I don’t want to bomb my dash with them, so please understand if I don’t reply. I’m so lucky and happy to have people like you, friends. I don’t know where else I can find friends like you. Thank you for your support. I love you all.

So, after making a scene and fully embarrassing myself in front of everybody, I’m still here. I apologize again for this. If someone don’t like having me here, please feel free to ignore / unfollow / block me.
Thank you.

I’m in a strange mood, and nothing can make my feel better and I feel like the fandom is falling apart these days so I wanted to make something to make YOU feel better even if I don’t feel that way. 

I tried to make a follow forever, but I realized I couldn’t, because I was never good at that, so I decided to make this post and to say that I am so grateful for the years spent here with all of you! 

You are like a second family to me and I am happy that I met you here, talked to you and become friends. I hope we’ll stay like that many many years from now.  

And like I said, I can’t really do a follow forever, but I’m gonna tag some people that I really special to me, make my day better and my dash full of good things and I hope they know that. But fi you don’t then you should know that you are all really special to me!

I hope you all have a good day, week, month, year!

Love ya!

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One of my most favorite things about the Jonsa fandom is that there are so many incredibly intelligent and creative minds in it. The metas and the reblog rebuttals to anti’s are so detailed and logical with mountains of evidence to back them up, topped with a dash of salt. The fan art, videos, gif sets, photo edits and fics are so incredibly beautiful and done with top notch quality. I am so happy to be here and to see all these beautifully intelligent people’s works. I love it here and I am so happy that I fell down the glorious rabbit hole that is Jonsa. You are all amazing.

Happy 11th Captain Swan Day!

Hello Wonderful Shipmates!

to celebrate this Sunday, this Captain Swan Day - let’s talk about what this Fandom brought into your life, what are you grateful for…

so make a post (tag me), send me a message - let’s talk about what we love, why we are here

so, for me:

epic, perfect love story, a story about savior and pirate, two lost people who found each other, i’d watch them all day, i’d love watch show about their life… i never experienced something like this and probably never will

they fill my heart with love and put smile on my face when i see them:

Originally posted by swan-road

secondly i discovered two perfect human beings - Jennifer Morrison and Colin O’Donoghue - they are inspiration and the world is better place since i know people like them exist

Originally posted by captainswanouat

and one important thing - you, my friends, my life would be so empty without your art, stories and friendship 

i found here people who understands me, people i can talk about everything, people i wish to meet someday and hug (or meet again :D) 

you all are the reason i’m here and no matter what will happen - i’ll fill your dash with CS, JMo and Colin 

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To get this out of the way: My thoughts on Stranger Things season 2 (spoilers!!!!)

1. Max is great, I loved her.

2. Nancy is still a great character and does not need a love triangle to keep her in the story.

3. Steve being the ‘babysitter’ to the kids is amazing and he loves them. I love his dynamic with the kids.

4. Johnathan is my heart. I love that boy.

5. The Byers family + Hopper are my favorite characters.

6. The father, daughter dynamic with Eleven and Hopper was all I could hope for and I completely adored it.

7. Does anyone else besides me appreciate Jim Hopper dancing to 'You don’t mess around with Jim’? (Also he has a Supertramp album!)

8. I don’t particularly like Mileven so that was a slight issue for me this season.

9. Max and Lucas are great!! Adorable.

10. Dustin is doing his best and I love him.

11. Nancy and Johnathan’s dynamic is great.

12. Will deserves nothing but happiness and his dynamic with his brother is the best and I love them.

13. Shoot, gotta add the Nancy and Dustin dance at the end cause that was beautiful and I was dying.

This is probably the last you’ll see me blog about Stranger Things on here! It’s currently taken over my entire dash though!

#SanversWeek Day 3: Drunk

(this whole week is blessing us with so many wonderful new fics, so bless you @queercapwriting for spearheading it and bless all the talented folk for partaking in it. here’s my contribution to this wonderful week)

That night was Winn’s long-awaited birthday bash – bowling then drinks at a karaoke bar.

However, that afternoon, a NCPD officer had been shot (fortunately not fatally) on a raid coordinated by Maggie. The consequent incident report that needed to be filed put an immediate end to Maggie’s involvement in the night’s festivities. It sucked. As much as she loved to tease Winn, she had come to think of him as her little brother. Thankfully, though, he understood and Alex did too when Maggie had called off.

Sick of the precinct, Maggie took her stack of paperwork home to complete, timing it so that she could catch her girl before she left for the evening. ‘Have fun for me, okay?’ Maggie smiled, her hold on Alex’s waist tight, her smile soft and her kiss tender.

‘Of course,’ Alex had smiled back before dashing off to catch her Uber.

And boy did Alex have fun.

It was a little after midnight when she stumbled through the door, slamming it loudly then giggling. ‘Babe!’

Maggie looked up from her book. ‘Someone’s had a good time.’

‘You,’ Alex said, wagging a finger as she came over to the couch. ‘Told me to have fun. And I did. I like tooootally smoked Kara’s ass at karaoke.’

Maggie grinned. ‘Proud of you, babe. Whoa, careful,’ she said with a groan as Alex fell on top of her. She faux pouted as Alex grabbed the book from her hands and tossed it onto the floor. ‘I was reading that.’

‘You were reading–.’ She was interrupted by a hiccup. ‘That. Hey, so, um, I have a question for you,’ Alex said, fiddling with the collar of her flannel that Maggie had stolen and was wearing. ‘A big, big question.’

‘Which is?’

‘Will you…will you marry me?’

‘Can’t,’ Maggie said, shaking her head. She held up her left hand and pointed to the diamond. ‘Someone already asked me.’

Alex’s bottom lip trembled and her voice was small, childlike. ‘Who?’

‘You, you dummy,’ Maggie laughed, slipping her arms around her fiancée’s waist.

‘I…I did?’

‘You did indeed. In fact, our wedding is next month.’ In Midvale. An intimate ceremony on the beach, with only close friends and family in attendance. J’onn was to walk Maggie down the sandy aisle where she would wait for her bride to join her. The reception, in a cozy little bar nearby, would follow before they’d return to the beach for a midnight firework display. It was going to be perfect and, hopefully, stress-free with every little detail planned out way, way in advance.

Even if Alex couldn’t remember a single one of them right now. ‘Really?’

Maggie nodded, beamed. ‘Really.’

‘Holy shit,’ Alex slurred, her eyes wide. ‘Like damn, I got lucky.’

‘You’re not the only one.’

The innocence of Alex’s follow up question made Maggie’s heart swell. ‘Who else is marrying you?’

Sad drunk Alex was always tough to witness but happy drunk Alex was, by far, the cutest thing Maggie had ever seen. ‘Nobody else, babe. Just you.’

Alex smiled. ‘Yeah?’

Maggie leaned forward to kiss the tip of Alex’s nose. ‘Yeah.’

Alex stared at her for a few moments with nothing but love and awe in her eyes. Then her smile turned into a flirtatious grin before she buried her face in Maggie’s neck. The kisses tickled at first but quickly became too excited. Little nibbles turned into little bites.

Maggie gently pried her away. ‘Easy there.’

‘I want you, Maggie.’

‘And I do too. But not tonight, sweetie. Not when you’re drunk. I can’t do that.’

Alex looked despondent and looked away until Maggie placed a finger under her chin and made her meet her eyes.

‘Cuddling though? I’m all for cuddling.’

So they cuddled. For a good fifteen minutes, they cuddled on the couch before Alex drifted off in Maggie’s arms. Maggie had smiled as she carried her to their bed, tucking her fiancée in before climbing in beside her.

She woke a few hours later as Alex clamoured out of bed, dashing to the bathroom to throw up and she held her hair and rubbed soothing circles on her back. ‘It’s okay, I’m here, get it all out.’

And she was there, come noon, with water and Aspirin as Alex woke with the hangover from hell and a lot of questions.

‘Happy or sad drunk?’

‘Happy,’ Maggie replied.

Alex grimaced. ‘What did I do?’

‘You proposed.’


‘Yeah,’ Maggie smiled. ‘It’s kinda becoming your thing.’

‘And what did you say?’

‘I told you I was already engaged and you nearly cried.’ She tried, she really did, to not laugh at the memory but, damn it, it was impossible.

Alex hid her face in her pillow. ‘Oh God.’

‘Hey,’ Maggie said softly, running fingers through Alex’s hair. ‘It’s totally okay. It was adorable.’

‘Was I sick?’ Alex mumbled.



‘You got to the bathroom in time, don’t worry. I was there to make sure that you were okay,’ Maggie reassured. ‘Now take some Aspirin. You need it.’

Alex managed a small smile as she pushed herself up to sit against the headboard. ‘You are amazing, you know that? You can’t blame a girl for repeatedly proposing.’