i am never taking these off

XX JUDGEMENT: Mythal

“… and Mythal harried their enemies until the end of their days.”

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It has been YEARS since I’ve run a sub-9 training run. I’ve never run one on the routes I’ve been training on the past 2 years. I’m not sure how I pulled off that 8:08 in mile 3 but I am more shocked to see 3 of my 4 miles dipped down into the 7’s for brief periods.

Maybe I really can get some speed back this year. If I’m taking the year off from marathons I better have something to show for it.

…every time there is a meme I reblog with kisses or that includes him taking his clothes off there is a line of certain ladies sending asks on that. And don’t get me wrong I love you for that and so does Hampus, it just amuses me. 

never mind i ramble because i am tired XD

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Are you named after someone? nope

When was the last time you cried? i cry every single day

What is your favourite lunch meat? lebanon bologna

Do you have kids? is this seriously a tumblr question? no, and never.

If you were another person, would you be friends with you? i have no fucking clue. i’m an acquired taste

Do you use sarcasm? no, never.

Do you still have your tonsils? yes. they don’t remove them that frequently anymore. most people do.

Would you bungee jump? maybe to save my dog’s life. i am terrified of heights.

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Taking your own life. Interesting expression. Taking it from who? Once it’s over, it’s not you who will miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everybody else. Your life is not your own, keep your hands off it.
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Sherlock Holmes (The Lying Detective, BBC Sherlock)

This shook me up. Sherlock knew how much his ‘death’ affected John. He will never forget it and he will never forgive himself for putting John in that kind of pain.

not taking off my hijab today. i’m never going to let the ugliest, most vile, hateful scum of the earth think they’ve won.

didn’t take my hijab off after 9/11 and i sure as hell am not going to start now.

but i’m here for my muslim sisters that feel the need to. i’m here for you and i love you and you’re absolutely in the right to do what makes you feel safe.

Allah is with you.

You made poetries about me. About how I curl my body when I’m asleep and how the winds scud my hair waving like riptides. How you love the way I flutter my eyes and how my irides turn into fireworks whenever I hear you say my name or just by looking at your face. You wrote about how I can never sleep with my lights on—you know I can never sleep even just with the slightest ray of light. You wrote about how I take sleeping pills every night and how I cover all the windows with thick and pitch-dark curtain just not to see a speck of luminescence from the outside. You wrote about every little thing about me. But one day, somehow, you ran out of words and you got tired of me being your muse. And since then, I wait. Every day and every night I am waiting for you to come back and tell me you are filled with words and metaphors again. Because ever since you left, I never turned off my lights. And love, I did not take sleeping pills again tonight.
—  an excerpt from theraserrano’s upcoming book, Cher Ami
I wasn’t abused for 20 fucking years so I could be told I am lucky or fascinating or complex. My abuse did not enhance my personality. It fucking destroyed me. I am not ‘inspiration porn’ for you to get off on. I am not public property for you to appropriate and plagiarize so you can feel edgy. You want to be abused so badly? Go find someone to abuse you but never, ever try to take the memories and narratives of victims and mimic them. We do not exist to be gawked at. We do not exist to be statistics in your fucking pamphlets. Fuck off.
—  (takeachillquill) 

i’ll just take this moment to again express how thankful i am for steve he didn’t become friends with louis to leech off his success and we know this because you can hear how in awe he is of the support he’s received he never knew the extent of our power anyways i’m glad louis has someone who loves him for him and has been there for him through one of the most difficult periods in his life without even having known him for that long

I Love You Forever
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While all art here was drawn by me, the song and characters are not my property and belong respectively to Two Steps From Hell and Andrew Hussie. I am not profiting off of the use of these creations.

A long time ago someone proposed the prompt: “What I learned in Homestuck is…?” and I never could shake the idea. I wrote the script for this about a year ago, remade the panels about three times, and finally ended up with this. Please take your time reading, the song does not have lyrics. I recommend viewing this on my blog rather than on your dashboard.

Thank you, Homestuck. Thank you, Hussie. Thank you, fandom. Happy 413!

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You know the Lads would be a fucking nightmare if they were kidnapped. Not the irritation of Geoff’s sarcastic drawl, the disquieting politeness of Jack’s unerring calm or the terrifying menace of Ryan’s entire existence, but a full blown regret all your choices, please god take them back nightmare.

Ray not so much; he shoots off a few snarky comments then closes his eyes and settles down, for all intents and purposes appearing to go to sleep despite the chains on his wrists and the cold concrete cell they’ve been locked in. Just sleeps and refuses to stir, limp and unaffected by anything from physical pain to the yells of his crew-mates. It’s an infuriatingly difficult reaction to combat and eventually their captors just give up and ignore him.

It’s impossible to ignore their other three captives though; they’re fucking loud, for one. Michael is throwing insults around left and right from the moment he opens his eyes, from the state of their lodging to the intelligence of their captors and everything in between; no threat works to shut him up and hurting any of the others only makes him exponentially louder. Michael calls out every ridiculous statement and every ineffective torture technique as though he’s merely watching a bad movie rather than living through one.

Jeremy is nearly as vocal as Michael though not nearly so straight forward about it; Jeremy drips sarcasm as he pushes every question back against his asker, inviting them to share where they stole their ideas from, who they thought they were kidding with this whole big bad act, if they’d chosen their last words yet. He and Gavin goad each other into increasingly absurd conversations whenever things are getting too tense, and Jeremy repeatedly acts like he’s broken and is ready to talk only to whisper another dumb pun into the interrogator’s ear; cackling wildly at his own jokes even as he spits blood.

Gavin flips back and forth between antagonising and commiserating, endearing himself to their enemies only to pick on their weaknesses and instigate in-fighting. He critiques their captors like they are on even footing, scathingly judgmental and haughtily unimpressed, identifying soft spots for Michael to tear into. For all his ability to deflect the anger of other people Gavin’s never been great at sitting back and watching his boys get hurt, so when things get a little too heated his comments tend to get more vicious and offensive. He twists deep into every insecurity, grinning wide enough to show all his teeth as he carefully pulls everyones attention back to himself. This honestly only pisses Michael and Jeremy off - Gavin you are a twig alright, just shut up and let the brawlers take the bruises - so soon enough all three are fighting each other as much as their captors, bellowing so loud and incomprehensible that the cell doors rattle and their interrogators are forced to take frequent breaks or risk going deaf.

Another strike against the Lads is their combined impatience; never content to just sit back and wait for the Gents to collect them, no matter how dire or trivial their situation may be. It’s not like the Gents won’t come, it’s not like their arrival wouldn’t be one hell of a show, a firestorm of possessive rage and righteous fury. It’s just that the Lads have never been passive, have always been threat. It’s just that they’re smarter than anyone gives them credit for, and nastier than most could ever imagine. It’s just that the Lads never could let anything slide, lean full force into everything they do and what they do is devastate, what they do is destroy.

The end begins, as most ends do, with a regrettable mistake. With a guard cocky enough to come in on his own, to taunt and jeer and rile them up. A guard green enough to let them see the keys he drops into his pocket, to think himself safe in their shackled presence. He’s clearly not well versed in the art of breathing menace, his efforts are rudimentary and uninspired at best, an embarrassment to the craft, and the Lads play him like a fiddle. He’s frustrated when Gavin lays on the mocking flirtation too heavily, circling behind in a clumsy attempt at intimidation and failing to notice to moment his pocket grows lighter. He rises to the bait when Jeremy sneers out a cutting commentary on his skills, completely missing the flash of silver flicking from Gavin’s hands to Michael’s in the blink of an eye. He turns his back on the three of them to aim a petulant shove at Ray, whose eyes pop back open for the first time in hours, snapping into motion as quick and dangerous as a snake. Ray uses his chained hands to pull himself up and deliver a solid kick, propelling their guard right into Michael’s waiting arms.

It’s unsalvageable after that; not quite quick, by no means clean, but hopelessly unstoppable; something akin to watching a man being torn apart by wild dogs. The rest of the mysterious crew have no chance to intervene, left watching in shocked silence over the security feed, their horror unnervingly acknowledged as the Lads bare their teeth at the cameras, chilling mockeries of real grins, full of promise. It doesn’t get better, the restless energy in the cell only growing as the four efficiently free each other from their remaining binds, laughing and crooning out childish singsongs as they destroy the room; Ready or not here we come.

See, the worst thing about taking the Lads hostage, the very worst part, isn’t their volume or aggression, isn’t the indifference and blatant disrespect. It’s not the looming danger of retribution from the rest of their crew, not even the way they will eventually, inevitably, break themselves free from any restraints. No.

The worst thing is the fact that even when they get out the Lads will not leave. There is no stealth, no mad rush for freedom or careful plans to storm the exit; they won’t escape, at least not until there’s nothing left to escape from. When the Lads break loose they don’t look to regroup, aren’t interested in taking a moment to recover before coming back with support. They want their vengeance and they want it immediately; want compensation for every injury, want to fulfil every promised threat, make good on every nasty laugh and hungry smirk, watch the terrified realisation in the eyes of their prey. When the Lads break loose they want to play.

this is gonna be a bitter politics blog for at least the rest of the day. i’m still feeling paralyzed and trying to make sense of it all. 

never in my worst nightmares have i expected this outcome. i’m living in my european bubble. i was reassured by the media and the people around me that this would never happen. everyone made fun of him. i didn’t meet a single person that saw him as a serious contender. no one saw him as the threat he clearly was/is. 

i am scared of the global ramifications this outcome could potentially have but i recognize that i am personally not going to be affected anywhere near as much as my friends in the states.

please stay safe and take care of yourself. get off the internet and surround yourself with people and things you love if you can’t bear it right now. it’s okay to feel overwhelmed. you will make it through this. thrive out of spite. thrive and fight and make things right in 2020.

I am so thankful...

So American Thanksgiving is tomorrow and I just wanted to stop and take a moment to express just how thankful I am for everything I have.

First off, @cinnieminni has given me more than anyone in my entire life.  They are the most amazing person I know and gifted me with true love and acceptance for everything I am.  Something I was never even slightly afforded in my life.  They saw me broken and lost, and they fixed me up, gave me courage, and told me that I could do anything.  I couldn’t be happier to be married to Val, they are the light of my life and love me wholeheartedly.  Val has been my driving force and my never-ending encouragement throughout everything in my life.  Val was the entire reason I was able to finally be comfortable with my gender, being more public about it, and I know that they will continue to be there with me throughout whatever changes life may bring.  A lot of you tell me “thank you for being so positive”, but it is Val’s kindness and love that gives me that ability to beam with happiness and positive feelings!

I also want to thank all of my closest friends for being so supportive and caring, to those of you who knew for a long time or for those friends who only learned after I came out publicly…thank you.  I admit, I was always worried about what all of you would say, but each of you had shown me that I had nothing to fret over.  I will be thanking a bunch of you personally, because I want you all to know just how much I appreciate your love and immediate acceptance.  But I just want you to know that without your support, I wouldn’t be standing as strong as I am now.  Through everything, friends both new and old, have encouraged me in every aspect of my life, my career, and just in everyday doings.  I am thankful for all of you and will do my best to not be so busy all the time and give more time to my wonderful friends!

For those who have sent kind words through twitter, tumblr, etc…life is hard.  It’s often disappointing and takes you on paths that you don’t want to go down or didn’t expect.  However, never underestimate the small words of kindness you hear along the way.  It is the fuel that will get you through those difficult moments, and you all have given me plenty to lift my spirits in times when I felt extremely low.

I want to address it again, but coming out as transgender was scary to me, I was terrified.  I slowly hinted at it for quite some time, many people saw it and immediately understood, some didn’t quite get it.  But as time went on and I saw how compassionate so many of you were, it made me feel more comfortable.  So, in a time when everyone seemed to be at their lowest, I wanted to show that I wasn’t afraid to be myself and show the world that they shouldn’t be scared either.  I’ll honestly say I don’t know where my future will take me, but I know that there are people out there who will help me when I’m struggling.  Because of that, I will do my best to always bring smiles and laughter in any and every way I can so I can help all of my friends and all of you through any tough times you may experience.

2016 was a year full of high-highs and low-lows in many ways.  But in the end, 2016 was the year that saw myself and Val finally tying the knot, it was the year I was finally able to come out as a transwoman publicly, it was the year I met new friends who love and accept me, and it was also the year of a new Pokemon game!

Happy Thanksgiving, even if you don’t celebrate it, take a moment to just be thankful for any happiness you’ve been given this year no matter how big or small!

You made poetries about me. About how I curl my body when I’m asleep and how the winds scud my hair waving like riptides. How you love the way I flutter my eyes and how my irides turn into fireworks whenever I hear you say my name or just by looking at your face. You wrote about how I can never sleep with my lights on—you know I can never sleep even just with the slightest ray of light. You wrote about how I take sleeping pills every night and how I cover all the windows with thick and pitch-dark curtain just not to see a speck of luminescence from the outside. You wrote about every little thing about me. But one day, somehow, you ran out of words and you got tired of me being your muse. And since then, I wait. Every day and every night I am waiting for you to come back and tell me you are filled with words and metaphors again. Because ever since you left, I never turned off my lights. And love, I did not take sleeping pills again tonight.
—  an excerpt from @theraserrano’s upcoming book, “Cher Ami”
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  • “You gotta fend for yourself.”
  • “Just you wait!”
  • “You never learned to take your time!”
  • “Pardon me. Are you [name]?”
  • “I’m getting nervous.”
  • “So how’d you do it?”
  • “How’d you graduate so fast?”
  • “Can I buy you a drink?’
  • “While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice: talk less. Smile more. Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.”
  • “You can’t be serious.”

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@coredesignixandnekonee I am so sorry that it took me an actual month. I have re-drawn this 4 times because it didn’t look good. And to be honest, I am still a bit iffy about this. I’ve never done a “comic” (can this be even considered a comic?) so I’m sorry if the overall flow is weird, the dialog is off, etc. By the way, they are in the Watchtower, I couldn’t think of a background so I just did galaxy. 

It’s not done yet though! I will continue this because 1.) I am sorry for taking so long and 2.) This is a good, angsty headcanon and I think it deserves some more attention. I hope you like it so far!

NEXT (if I don’t post part 2 in a month spam me)

Special thanks to @sohotthateveryonedied for the awesome joke.^^

“Figure skating is obviously a huge part of both Yuna’s and Evgenia’s life, but Yuna was quite closed off. She never really seemed to care that much for her coach, the rest of the figure skating community or the advancement of the sport. She was just THAT good. But Evgenia is so enthusiastic, willing to share her experience and to take up new challenges, and seems like she will pursue in figure skating after her retirement. I am glad the WD now belong to someone whose character I appreciate”

Take Your Medicine.

Request: Could you do a #35 with Peter?

Summary: You’re trying to take care of your boyfriend, but it’s a little hard when he turns stubborn 


“Peter,”

“No,”

“Peter,”

“I don’t care,”

You sighed in frustration at your pouting boyfriend. He sat in front of you on the couch with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyebrows were furrowed, and focused his hard glare on anything but you.

“Peter-” you began again,

“I said no,” he cut you off quickly,

“You can’t expect to get any better if you don’t take your medicine,”

“I am a Superhero! I am Spider-man! I save people and fight crime! I refuse to take some silly medicine!”

“Take your medicine, or I’ll never kiss you again.”

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