i apologize for the title of my memes

maelstrom [ jimin ]

noun : a powerful whirlpool in the sea or river ; a situation or state of confused movement or violent turmoil.

you don’t know if you want to hit him or kiss him.

pairing: park jimin x reader
genre: fluff
type: college au
word count: 2,101 words
warnings: none
author’s note: happy birthday to my other half #rat @dreamscript whom I love very much despite her swerving ass that goes from jimin to namjoon to inseong and maybe back to jimin someday if he’s lucky. you’re so rad and wonderful and gorgeous and memetastic, and you meme so much to me, and i’m so glad that I sent you a message a little over a year ago screaming over your writing. I heavily based this on your recent messages lmao and I apologize because I know nothing about naruto (but i think it means whirlpool in japanese, hence the title lol) but anyway ily neo phoenix congrats for surviving another year!! *cue congratulatory pterodactyl screeches*


You enjoy being a part of the UN Conference Club your college hosts very much. But do you enjoy the people in the club? Maybe not so much. First of all, how can some people be so dumb? And second of all… well, there does not really need to be a second of all because stupidity covers all of it.

During the three-day conference, there is a historical crisis committee for the Spanish American War where the main focus centered on how to avoid the war entirely in 1898. On the first day—which is the most formal day—the attorney general, Inseong, immediately requested $1.2 million dollars to fund biotech companies to end tuberculosis. In response, someone asked if he knew just how much $1.2 million dollars amounted to in 1898. He insisted that he knew and that it was only a small price.

It was equivalent to 7 billion dollars today.

And he had planned to fund that entire sum of money that into biotech companies, which were most likely nonexistent back then.

How did this kid even win Best Delegate? Granted, his face paled considerably when the 7 billion dollars were announced, and he revoked his statement, but still.

Thus, there was example number one of idiocy.

Example number two?

Park Jimin and his ridiculous antics.

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GTKY, GTKAAY

Thanks to @wildegreenlight​ for tagging me in this and providing me five minutes of entertainment as I lay sick on the couch watching Paw Patrol with my kiddo. Bonus points for deciphering the title of this post (it’s easy!). Apologies for any misspellings, I’m dizzy.

Name | Karim
Nicknames | Ka, Mi amor grande, Jets
Zodiac sign | Pisces
Height | 5′ 9.5″
Orientation | Straight
Nationality | Canadian
Favourite fruit | Cherries
Favourite season | Spring
Favourite book | Tough to narrow it down - Harry Potter, Middle Earth, The Chronicles of Prydain, Watchmen, The Chrysalids, ASOIAF
Favourite flower | All-Purpose (Sorry, bad joke)
Favourite scent | Chocolate chip cookies baking
Favourite color | Blue
Favourite animal | Not an animal person
Coffee - tea - hot cocoa | Tea (Chai or Orange Pekoe)
Average sleep hours | 6.75
Cat or dog person | Not an animal person
Favourite fictional character | Ron and Hermione, Taran and Eilonwy, Luke Skywalker, Samwise Gamgee, Aragorn
Number of blankets you sleep with | One, when @aloemilk doesn’t steal it
Dream trip | Europe, specifically England and France. I’m a bit of a WWII nerd, so I’d like to go to Normandy and visit the Canadian D-Day museum and memorial there.
Blog created | June 2015
Number of followers | 578, which floors me
Random fact : I played the Mouse King in my elementary school’s production of The Nutcracker. There was no dancing involved. I did get to have a sword fight and an epic* death scene.

*Not actually epic

Most of the people I know have been tagged, so feel free to play.

spockandawe  asked:

TITLES! I apologize in advance, you're probably going to get a lot of separate asks. But first: 'she sleeps in the valley, where the wildflowers nod'

spaaaaaaaahk :’)

okay! from the top!

she sleeps in the valley, where the wildflowers nod

Censere fic! maybe flashes of his last few moments or of him travelling through time to rescue people, and then someone like Nightbeat, maybe, scattering his sentio metallico on the flowers outside. very quiet, very short fic, and kind of sad.

only my heart knows my head is lying

this strikes me in both a Starscream place and in a Jazz place, but I’m nooot sure where it would go! which is a shame, because it is an excellent title, and I can’t leave it alone. or maybe a Red Alert fic…

all men are false, says my mother

since we were just talking about Thundercracker and Prowl hanging out - clearly this is a title meant to inspire Thundercracker/Prowl fic where Prowl winds up on Earth, crashing in Thundercracker’s house, and has to come to terms with Spike Witwicky and the impact he had on his life, while generally being a table-flipping freeloader. bonus points if Spike actually shows up, and Thundercracker has to help deal with him in person.

we stared into the wind that tore away our breath

okay, uh. this is getting into obscure territory, but. haha, LOSS offshoot fic about the salamander consorts on LoWaS after John leaves and the game gets scratched. LoWaS is slowly abandoned post-scratch as it becomes more dangerous, and everything is left to go fallow as the consorts disappear one by one. even the mushroom farms. alas.

dead girls like me

this is meant to be an Aradia fic title. possibly even an Arafef title, if I dare say so. Aradia and Feferi kicking the shit and wandering around the afterlife, doing fun things and treasure hunting and verbally sparring with each other. esp if Aradia spending so long dead before becoming a sprite and then god tier leaves her in a weird, in-between state of being, while Feferi’s Life powers/horrorterror connections similarly make it so that she’s not as properly dead as most of the other ghosts in the dreambubbles, either. (Hussie, you seriously expect me to believe a Life player doesn’t have perks like that? come on, man.) both of them having their own agenda and slowly circling into a spades/flushed combo would be excellent…

brightoncemore  asked:

If you're still taking entries for the fic title meme: "I Will Set My Dreams Aflame" (with apologies to Alkinoos Ioannidis)

I WILL SET MY DREAMS AFLAME ||star wars, leia organa & luke skywalker, han solo, yoda

‘Come with me,’ Luke says. He still smells faintly of bacta, and the—thing, whatever it is that ties them togetheris humming in the space between them; golden, shivering and true. ‘Come to Dagobah with me.’

‘Okay,’ Leia says, her voice aching in her throat. ‘Yes. Okay.’

She thinks she should be more surprised, when Master Yoda says they’re brother and sister. (She kissed him once. Would she have done that—) But there was always going to be something, she had understood that much from the moment the stormtrooper tore off his helmet and there was a boy beneath, when he obliterated the Death Star in fire, a kind of fitting vengeance for Alderaan. Blood feuds and battlefields; ‘brother’ was as good a word as any.

She’s more surprised when Master Yoda says, ‘Strong, the Force is in your family,’ and hands her a lightsaber. She’s surprised how good it feels in her palm, the crystals humming at the same frequency as her skin, her blood (which is Luke’s blood, too, and maybe that’s why she can hear his lightsaber singing to her, in counterpoint melody.)

’Strong too, the Dark Side is,’ Yoda mutters, watching her face. She does not hear him.

She and Luke sleep beside one another in those hot muggy nights, curled up skin to skin like the only animals of their kind. Sometimes, they dream together, and the whole universe opens up around their linked hands. 

Sometimes, it’s even enough—enough to forget Han’s face when she told him they were going where he couldn’t follow, enough to watch Hoth vanish into the blue unhum of hyperspace, enough to drown out her father’s voice saying, the rebellion must exist apart from any one of us, the rebellion must survive. Sometimes, she dreams alone, and those nights the dead of Alderaan come to conduct her trial. Princess of the blood, they say, and once Leia tried to answer, no, no, wrong blood, I belong to the Jedi.

They laughed until they burnt to ash.

She’s not even slightly surprised when Han and Chewie come crashing through the swampy underbrush one day—she even knows why they’re there, Han’s mind humming with news of the attack on Hoth, his orders to go get those errant children back or so help me. Though Leia does have the pleasure of watching Han’s eyebrows rise steadily toward his hairline as Master Yoda upbraids him for disrespect and trespassing. 

‘This is your mystical destiny?’ Han finally asks, after Master Yoda huffs and falls silent. Luke makes a strangled noise of warning, but Han’s grinning. ‘If all you wanted to do was hang out in a swamp with a talking lizard, I could have come along. No offense, greenbean.’

…..Leia’s never seen anyone Force-choked before.