hes persistent

anonymous asked:

My MC is delusional in the sense that he believes his father legit cares for him when everyone else can see he doesnt. He is extremely persistent in believing this, accusing others of lying when they tell him truth Is there a mental illness for this?

CW: Abusive relationships (in depth discussion with some examples), brainwashing, gaslighting

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Does Lin-Manuel Miranda know how much hope he has given so many people with Hamilton? I mean, I can’t speak for anyone else, but my family isn’t very well off. I never thought I would go anywhere, despite my good grades or passion or detemination, I knew that my parents just did not have enough money to send me to my college of choice.
Then Hamilton came along.
Hamilton, as you all know, is the story of founding father Alexander Hamilton. Our buddy Hamilton was also hella not rich, just like me!!! But he was so persistent and he was so eloquent and he achieved so much even if he didn’t have the money to do so!!! Like!!! Buddy!!! I can also do that!!! I can make a difference!!! I can go to whatever the fuck college I want to!!! Thank you, Mr. Miranda, for writing something that gave this determined cinnamon roll hope!!!

Falling In love with Newt would Include

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Anonymous asks:  Could you do a newt scamander falling in love would include

  • You actually not liking him at first, you think he’s weird and strange.
  • Him being persistence, but is always really nervous around you.
  • You thinking he’s really annoying, especially the way he acts around you in particular.
  • You avoiding him at all cost, trying to pretend he doesn’t exist.
  • But again, he’s persistent, and has an almost angelic attitude, and treats you with respect, something that you don’t get a lot being a woman in the 20s.
  • Him making little flowers with his wand and sending them to you.
  • Sometimes when he’s not looking, you steal a glance at him, trying to figure him out.
  • Months and months pass, and he’s still falling for you, but you’re holding your grounds.
  • He doesn’t like you just because you’re pretty, he loves the way you talk, and laugh. Especially when you start to snort a little bit, not caring who is judging.
  • Him asking you out a couple times, you reject him, but you’re slowly getting warmed up to his weird ways.
  • The two of you are becoming friends, but he still has feelings for you. Newt’s scared of being rejected over and over, and gives up asking you out.
  • Him leaving you alone, because he wants you to have space, and Newt thinks you really don’t like him.
  • You think he doesn’t like you anymore, and naturally, right about then, you start liking him back.
  • You being sad, because you think Newt doesn’t like you anymore.
  • You ask Newt if it’s too late to take up that offer. Newt smiles, and says, “It’s never too late.”
  • Newt always smiling, especially when you smile and are laughing.
  • When things get tough, the two of you like to cuddle, you nestled into Newt, your hands around his waist, his hands gently petting your hair.
  • No matter what happens, he always encourages you, and tells you how much he loves you.
  • You jokingly call Newt Newton in a horrible British accent.
  • Newt surprising you with flowers, every Friday.
  • Lastly, you telling Newt, “I’ve fallen for you, and I don’t think I can get up.”

I apologize for all the Newt Scamander posts! HAHA JK, I’M NOT SORRY, SUCKERS, ADMIT IT YOU LOVE IT!!! 


Andy: I’m at, like, a beach cabana and Brad Pitt approaches and tries to lean in and kiss me. I would definitely resist, like, at first. But, if he was persistent, I might give in a little bit, to just sort of see what it felt like. Would I push him away? How hard? Like, what if he’s, like, really aggressive? This is not real Brad Pitt. This is, like, in my- this is my fantasy. Or it’s, like, not a fantasy. It’s just a scenario.


Obama bids his final farewell to the nation from his adopted hometown of Chicago

President Barack Obama bid farewell to the nation on Tuesday in an emotional speech that sought to comfort a country on edge over rapid economic changes, persistent security threats and the election of Donald Trump.

Forceful at times and tearful at others, Obama’s valedictory speech in his hometown of Chicago was a public meditation on the many trials the U.S. faces as Obama takes his exit. For the challenges that are new, Obama offered his vision for how to surmount them, and for the persistent problems he was able to overcome, he offered optimism that others, eventually, will. (AP)

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It’s not always pleasant.  It’s not some fantasy scenario where everything is the most perfect and nothing goes wrong.  He’s not head over heels in love every second of every day.

And he’s okay with that.

Sometimes Bittle is Bittle, and he’s persistent and annoying.  Sometimes he’s hyper emotional on days that Jack can’t process it, and does’t have the capacity to help, and that’s frustrating.  They fight.  Like any other couple–they fight then kiss and make up.

Sometimes they don’t talk for a day or two before the kissing.

But it always comes back down to this.  Bittle in his bed, one arm above the pillow, the other clutching Señor Bun to his chest.  His head is turned away from the window as though his sleeping form is already anticipating the way they get morning sunlight through it.  He’s never been an early riser, and never will be.

His hair is tousled, mouth half open.  His breath doesn’t smell great.

He has a bit of crust in the corner of his left eye, and his right cheek still bears the creases from where it was pressed against the pillow case.

He’s a little bit of a disaster.

But he’s the most beautiful disaster Jack has ever seen.

Jac knows he’s profoundly lucky to find someone who wanted to stick around–because none of this was going to be easy.  Jack wasn’t going to change.  He’d evolve, yes.  He understood that.  He would grow as a person, like a vine winding round Bittle’s life, and the lives of the Falconers, and the NHL, and his friends.  But he’s still Jack.  He’s still difficult, and he doesn’t always emote outwardly the way other people do.  He’s funny, but sometimes he’s overly literal, and his filter doesn’t always work so he hurts people’s feelings without meaning to.

But Bittle has learnt to read him, to understand all of the things Jack can’t say aloud.  He loves Jack–and not in spite of all that, either.  He just…loves him.  The way Jack just loves Bittle for all that he is–the good and the annoying.

Jack curls his fingers into his palm, and takes the backs of his knuckles, tracing along Bittle’s exposed collarbone.  He brushes them up his neck, pausing to feel the thrumming pulse against his skin.  It’s nice, and sometimes he feels like he could just sit there and feel the evidence of Bittle’s life against the palm of his hand for hours and hours.

He doesn’t, though.  He moves his hand up, touching Bittle’s jaw. 

At that, Bittle shifts.  Just slightly at first, makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat.  He clutches Señor Bun a little tighter, and rolls onto his side, curling into a ball.

No,” he murmurs against the pillow.

Jack can’t help a smile as he curls round Bittle tight, tucking his arm at the smaller man’s waist.  He hitches him up close, and buries his nose in the back of Bittle’s neck, breathing him in.  “Okay,” he whispers.

“Too early,” Bittle says for emphasis, though his tone tells Jack he’s still mostly asleep, functioning on autopilot.

Jack closes his eyes and doesn’t say anything else.  Wants to say he loves him, wants to scream it, because it’s bubbling hot and fierce in his chest.  But that would be counter productive.  And besides, Bittle already knows.

Jack’s going to get up soon.  He will always be an early riser, which is okay.  It means there will always be hot, fresh coffee waiting for Bittle when Jack’s in town.  It means Bittle won’t have to wait for morning cuddles on the sofa as Jack catches up on ESPN highlights, and Bittle catches up on his twitter feed.

That, in itself, is perfection.  And that is what keeps Jack smiling.

Jason: Did you hear the rumor about me? That I’m gay?

Nico: I did. Yes.

Jason: And?

Nico: What?

Jason: Do you think it’s true? Do you think that I’m… gay?

Nico: Are you attracted to other men?

Jason: [scoffs] No! But, let me kick you a scenario. I’m at a beach cabana, and Brad Pitt approaches. He tries to lean in and kiss me. I would definitely resist, like at first. But if he was persistent, [long pause] I think I might give in a little bit, just to see what it… felt like.


Jason: Would I push him away? How hard? Like, what if he’s like really aggressive?

Nico: If you resisted Brad Pitt a little bit, he would still… need to get to you?

Jason: It’s not real Brad Pitt, this is like, this is my fantasy. Or it’s like, not a fantasy, it’s just… it’s just a scenario.

Nico: Wow. I wish… I wish I could help you. I don’t… you might be gay. You might be gay.

Think about it..

Kwon Jiyong was no more than 5 when his mom made him take part in talent shows and auditions and when little Jiyong started crying in protest his mom dragged him into the toilets and pinched him so he’d go up there and do what he’s best at. After already being a success in SM he went to be a trainee in YG and trained there for 6 years, wrote 2 songs every day before bed after a long day practicing at the studio. Now, only at the age of 26, he’s the loved leader of one of the best kpop groups in the world, talented, worshipped and praised. The G-Dragon.

Dong Youngbae started being a trainee in YG at the age of 13 after being to the CEO’s office countless times, being persistent that he wants to train and make it big. After training 6 burdensome years hearing stuff like “if u’re not practicing hard enough u’re gonna end up like Youngbae” and finally debuting as a boy group BIGBANG he is the great Taeyang.

Kang Daesung got called “the ugly one” in his trainee years. Even tho he already had fans for being a sweetheart he still had a very difficult life. Even though he sang like an angel, his father was against him being a singer and Daesung had to go to school, train after school and be home at 11pm every day. Now that he made it to the group after hard work and being loved by the world and being a worshipped solo act in Japan, he finally lives up to his name, Kang Daesung, a big success.

Lee Seunghyun was training hard in YG before eliminated from the soon debuting group. He didn’t give up though. Even though being away from home and only being 15, he never stopped believing in his dream and after showing others that he has the passion and ability to debut with the group and being absolutely essential part of it, he was given an another chance. Now, at the age of 24 he’s the maknae of a 9 year old group, has his own academy and is a beloved MC in Korea and Japan, he deserves the name Seungri, the victor.

Choi Seunghyun, an overweight underground rapper invited to audition for a real agency, turned down because of his weight but accepted after seeing his hard work. Being the eldest of the trainees he was given hell for not being as talented as the other boys. His thing was rap and he was struggling to get better at everything else required, singing, dancing, etc. Now 9 years after debuting he is declared as one of the sexiest men on earth, worshipped as a rapper and loved as an actor, he’s truly T.O.P in everything.

BIGBANG is a true inspiration. Thank you for your hard work and your dedication.

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: but i wonder who is going to be at worlds this year? and how many of those people will go onto the olympics next year? how is javier fernandez doing this weekend at the spanish nationals? of the german, estonian, and italian nationals, which should i try to find on youtube first? what if yuzuru hanyu *is* the first person to complete and land a quad axel? how will adam rippon do in the u.s. nationals coming off his grand prix performances? speaking of the grand prix, i wonder how shoma uno will do at japanese nationals? it will be interesting to see how many points behind hanyu he places. is uno destined to live in hanyu's shadow, or will he be able to break out on his own? and is patrick chan going to make it to the next Olympics like he hopes to?
Dating Newt Scamander Includes


•he instantly finds himself liking you the second he saw you taming a beast and he persistently tries to swoon you

•it takes you a while to get use to his shy and awkwardness but you find it absolutely adorable and can’t help but fall for him

• he loves to you show his beasts and even teach you a thing or two about how to care for them

•he often gives you exotic flowers or magical flowers that he found during his travels which you make a garden out of inside of his case

•his kisses are gentle and timid but full of love and passion that makes your heart flutter

• he blushes very much whenever you surprise him with a kiss out of the blue

• often he likes to wrap his arms around you and simply hold you while you silently hum and stroke his hair

•whenever your not looking at him Newt tends to stare at you and can’t help but think how he was lucky enough to have you by his side

• and whenever you find yourself gazing at Newt you can’t help but wonder how you found such a kind , sweet, gentlemen

• when it’s time for him to leave he begs you to come away with him cause he can’t bear being apart from you

• and you end up agreeing and traveling the world with him to find and learn about beasts


The moment when Victor is so blinded by Yuri’s handsomeness in the light of the sunset and his admirable persistance that he easily allows a complicated jump he never landed instead of coming up with a more approachable idea about how to score the same number of points.

The moment when the coach let his feelings get in the way…


Ljuba Prenner (1906-1977) was a Slovenian writer and lawyer. He* was baptised as Amalija Marija Uršula but started calling himself Ljuba early in childhood. In high school, he got a short men’s haircut and started wearing men’s clothes. Because of his gender (presentation) he had to work a lot harder than his peers to pass and had to transfer high schools several times all while supporting himself, but he persisted and moved to Ljubljana to study law after graduating high school in Belgrade. He got his PhD in law in 1941, and started working with the National Liberation Front, saving Slovenian prisoners from Italian prisons and concentration camps based on a fake law he made up, until Germans caught him. He fought for justice his whole career and was very passionate about saving people from death sentence and staged trials. His progressive political views often clashed with authorities and he was banned from practising law for seven years, expelled from Slovenian Writers’ Society, banned from writing, and sentenced to a working camp for two years.

Despite the problems he encountered as a writer, he published a lot of short stories, children’s stories, and had two theater plays and an opera libretto staged. He also went down in history as the author of the first proper Slovenian detective novel (allegedly written on a bet). He also wrote first person (using masculine grammatical gender) love poetry for his lover. He loved art and was friends with many important artists of the time.

Little is known about his romantic life. He lived with maths professor Slavica Rems, who also kept a lot of his unpublished manuscripts, and was later close with teacher Štefka Vrhnjak. They wanted to grow old together, but Štefka died of cancer which broke Ljuba’s heart. He met Štefka’s niece Marija Mrzel Krenker and her family at the funeral and started spending a lot of time with them, eventually moving in and living with them as a family member. Jerca Mrzel, one of the daughters, says that the kids saw Ljuba as a father figure and referred to him as “striček” (uncle).

He was known for facing prejudice with a good sense of humor. His legal assistant recounted a story of him entering the office on the first day of work in a new legal firm with a batch of kremna rezina cakes, saying, “I’m Dr. Ljuba Prenner, not a man nor a woman and I brought you cakes so that you can treat yourselves.” (“Jaz sem dr. Ljuba Prenner, ne moški ne ženska, tukaj imate torte in se posladkajte.”) There is only one known written account of him talking about his gender presentation in a letter, saying, “Wearing trousers makes living easier for me, I suffer in skirts, and God only knows why that is. I was afraid of being myself for years, but I am myself now, and people have finally stopped paying it any mind.” He also famously responded to rumours and slander saying, “Anyone who talks behind my back is talking to my ass.” (“Kdor za mojim hrbtom govori, se z mojo ritjo pogovarja.”)

He died of cancer aged 71, nursed through his final months by the Mrzel family.


*I use he/him pronouns for Ljuba, because one of his step daughters confirmed that he referred to himself in masculine grammatical gender among friends, and allegedly also in letters to them (but those have not been published yet). It is also possible that his chosen name was Ljubo (masculine) and not Ljuba (feminine) but since all sources that I have found insist on calling him Ljuba (and most a woman) it’s hard to tell.


Papyrus prepares perfect pasta with poise and precision.
Papyrus picks plump tomatoes and purees them in a particular progress. Papyrus prepares in a pan, his pasta, which can be Penne, or Pillus, or Pacherri, or Papperdelle, Pici, Puntine,Perciatelli, and Pelmeni. Papyrus peaks his pasta with Parmesan and a pinch of Parsley.
Papyrus is provoked with puns and playful pups procuring to place paws on his precious pasta, but he persists in his practice, for Papyrus is prim and proper. Papyrus will plate the proportions promptly and posthaste, for his pals and peers with picky palates push Papyrus to portion the picture perfect pasta with a passionate personality.
Popular and prestigious Papyrus is proud and pleased for the pasta he prepares is the pinnacle of culinary perfection.

…so I like alliteration
Also I substituted for  some of the pasta that I could not find. 
I may not be as great as the Pasta Master Papyrus when it comes to macaroni art, but imitation is the sincerest form of flattery!

This is the amazing original HERE

And a very happy anniversary to this blog. It means a lot!

  • Scorpius has nightmares, sometimes
  • And they usually involve Albus disappearing or Albus being tortured or him frantically searching for his best friend only for everyone he asks to give him a blank stare at the name Albus Potter and the only thing that’s exactly the same every time is how very helpless he feels
  • When he wakes up in a cold sweat he tries to be quiet about it but Albus always knows somehow
  • Always
  • So it isn’t long before he appears at Scorpius’s bedside and by now he knows to scoot over without a word because Albus is going to crawl in beside him no matter how persistently he protests
  • “You’re not being stupid” Albus always assures him because Scorpius doesn’t have to say a word for Albus to know that he’s thinking it
  • And Albus waves his wand and conjures hundreds of pinpricks of starlight in the canopy of Scorpius’s bed that dapple his face in a soft glow and swirl gently above him until he can feel his eyelids start to get heavy again
  • Albus is warm beside him and it’s easier, at night, beneath those winking stars, to inch a little closer and rest his cheek on Albus’s shoulder and maybe sometimes trace the constellations into the familiar lines of Albus’s palm
  • They fall asleep that way sometimes
  • Together
  • They sleep better that way but neither is brave enough to admit it to the other because once morning has dawned and Albus’s stars have burned out and their dormmates are whispering about them behind their hands (Scorpius knows they are) things feel different
  • And Scorpius’s fears are silly in daylight and what’s sillier is that when the sun is shining he isn’t nearly brave enough to hold Albus’s hand