i don't even want to believe

I can’t stop thinking about the wisecrack carrie fisher would make about debbie reynolds dying a day after her: the joke about her family, always bringing the drama, the ‘she couldn’t stand to let me have all the attention even when I had just died. I want you all to remember that I did it first.’  

I like to imagine her in the afterlife adding material to her stand up: ‘I’m really disappointed to be here tonight, I was hoping I’d get to haunt george lucas for that metal bikini.’ ‘do you know how long the line for this place is? I flipped off nancy reagan and fidel castro on the way in. ’ ‘when I said dear lord please don’t let me live to see that orange buffoon be president I should have been a helluva lot more specific.’

playing to a sold out audience, her mother in the front row. bowie and rickman at a table in the back. 

All I’m saying is that the “Power to the Girls” sweatshirt wearing Kara Danvers I know and love would be offended at someone saying something as possessive as “she’s with me” and then trying to punch someone. That’s all I’m saying

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One of my best friends from camp happened to have a mop of curly brown hair the same shade as mine and often tended to wear a baseball cap, glasses, and navy blue bomber jacket. People were always mistaking us for one another, even though she’s much taller than me. We decided to roll with it and tell the kids that we’re identical twins, and they all believed it. It only got awkward on her birthday when she was called to the podium during the middle of a group meal. To maintain our ruse, I went up with her and we stood uncomfortably in front of hundreds of people.
Later, we decided to fuck with people further by wearing the same clothes.

We all know that Akaashi is Bokuto’s self control and a very serious person, but… I believe that Akaashi is incredibly clingy, like… Suddenly he throws himself at Bokuto’s arms and is like “Bokuto… I’m dying” and Bokuto already knows what he wants so he’s like “OMG! AKAASHI! What can i do to save you?” And Akaashi looks into Bokuto eyes with a incredibly serious face and says “Tons of kisses, like… Please, It’s the only thing that can save me” and Bokuto loves that, Bokuto loves when Akaashi is all needy and cheesy.
YES, I strongly believe that Akaashi is a dork, but he’s incredibly good at hiding it.

hmm… It’s quite complicated to describe what kind of emotion I want to show in this piece, I was charmed by his dialog with Hisoka in ch 352, [This isn’t meant to be a taunt, but believe me when I say my victory is 100% certain. Even with that in mind, do you still wish to continue?] or in short, “dude, don’t fite, u’ll die.” “fite me.” “… m’kay..”
So it’s like a mix between hesitation and ‘as you wish, sir’. The first thing I had in mind is probably it’s his indirect way to express his gratitude to Hisoka (for helping him getting his Nen back) since the same attitude can be seen through his Troupe member several times, they’re not ashamed to show their gratitude to their enemies.

I just want to tell something to most everyone who felt the need to explain how Liam for ME:A is going to be okay, because you believe.

Straights and/or Whites/Non-Blacks (and/or Men for Sera) saying that Sera and Jacob were written perfect have literally no effect on how I feel about how badly they were written.

Like I’m sorry if it sounds mean, but it is a fucking reality that SHOCK, SURPRISE the straight, white, and/or men liked the marginalized characters a Straight White Man wrote.

Marginalized people are oversensitive to these things, not because we’re petty. But again SHOCK, SURPRISE we are raised in a world where we are constantly pelted with backhanded comments, micro-aggression, and unknowing/unconscious “polite” bigots.

Racism, Homophobia/Lesbophobia, and Misogyny can be subtle, it can be subtext, and it can still fuck you up. It can still be internalized, it can still keep all those bigoted mindsets alive. It can confirm stereotypes, it can validate a bigot without meaning to, it can instill unconscious bias (because humans are fucking weak mentally).

So yeah, good on you for having faith. But I don’t have to have shit. I’m CONCERNED, as a Black Person. I AM CONCERNED.

As someone who has followed Bioware for a while loyally and seen Liam’s writer fail to write sympathetic marginalized character, without some “quirk” and insult on their character. I AM CONCERNED.

As someone who has seen Branka’s and Hespith’s “tragic lesbian love story” written by HIM. As someone who has seen Marjolaine’s and Leliana’s “tragic lesbian love story” written by HIM. As someone who has seen Jacob “Black Stereotype” Taylor written by HIM. Aveline “That Slattern” Vallen written by HIM, and Sera “Crazy, Internalized Racist Lesbian” written by HIM. I AM CONCERNED.

You telling me it’ll be okay, isn’t going to make me suddenly believe a man who still being lauded for his work despite the above, is going to drastically change his writing style after 16 consecutive years of poor creative decisions.

anonymous asked:

Honestly after Mob died Reigen probably wouldn't take care of himself as well as he did. I could see him overworking himself a lot and basically burning himself out just to avoid thinking about what happened too much.

these are quite the points you are making my friend

:3c

Imperfect Pair (01)

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Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Word Count: 6.5k

Genre: Angst, (Future) Smut, ArrangedMarriage!AU (Kinda?)

Series: 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05

Description: The government is in charge of matching everyone up with a partner, the person they believe you are the most compatible with. You get assigned Jungkook, who looks perfect on his profile and even more perfect in person. You are later reminded however, that perfection does not exist, and not everything in life goes as planned.

           You held your mothers hand tightly within your own, your eyes glued to the large screens as names flashed in and out of view, directing people to their corresponding doors. You willed your eyes away as your mother slipped her hands away from yours, sending you a comforting smile as she rubbed at them soothingly. You hadn’t notice how hard you had been holding onto her.

           “Y/n, don’t be so nervous. It will go well,” she assured you, smoothing your hair like she did when you were a child. You nodded at her with a smile, gulping down as you felt your lunch stir in your stomach. Your eyes made their way back to screens, the sound of your heart strong in your ears.

           You hoped you had as good of luck as your parents did with finding each other, praying to every god in the universe that you would meet someone with a connection to you as strong as the one your parents had. They were matched perfectly on their first try, saying they felt instant chemistry within their first meeting. Even now, thirty years later, they were so obviously in love with each other that it made you grossed out to look at them. Still, they were everything you yearned for, everything you wanted.

           Your name flashed up brightly on the screen with a number seven right next it, directing you to a door that was out of sight. You grasped your moms arm in a panic, the blood rushing from your face as your stomach churned, your body going cold.

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okay fuck off disney channel

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I am here tonight because Ava told me that I could have my family back.

started replaying the last of us the other day and suddenly started wondering what kind of game we’d have gotten if tess hadn’t been bitten

Happy early Valentine’s Day! This is for @whimsyalice as part of @aftgexchange!!! Yay!!! I wanted to include all your fave ships/characters, so this is more Foxes nonsense than ships! Hope you enjoy! :) 

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It starts on a Monday. The locker room is a cacophony of chattering voices as the Foxes all arrive for afternoon practice, everyone still thrumming with excitement from Friday night’s win. Neil follows the group in and past the lounge. Allison and Renee have their arms linked and heads bowed together as they make their way into the girls’ changing room. Dan and one of the freshman girls are close behind them, not even pausing their lively conversation as they disappear behind the door. Andrew pushes past the door for the men’s changing room, Neil behind him. Matt and Nicky are hot on their heels and arguing about some television show as Neil makes his way to his locker.

“I’m telling you,” Nicky says. “He’s dead.”

“No way!” Matt argues. “He’s gonna pop up next season. You’ll see.”

“Are you sure we watched the same episode?”

“They can’t just kill off a fan favorite like that!”  

Neil tunes them both out and spins the combination into his locker lock. When he pulls the door open, something falls out and clatters to the floor. There’s a moment where Neil’s heart stutters to a painful halt in his chest, his breath clogging up his throat. Somewhere in the back of his mind, memories he’s long buried try to sink their claws back in. He has to close his eyes for a moment before he can focus again. Neil slowly looks down only to find a plastic knife at his feet. He blinks a few times in confusion before reaching down and picking it up. He turns it over in his hand and sees Justin Mattews scrawled in sharpie across the handle. As far as threats go, this one definitely makes the least amount of sense. Neil gives his brain another minute to come up with a possible explanation, but when it comes up blank, he holds the plastic knife out towards Andrew in a silent question.

“Neil! What’re you doing? You’re not supposed to tell anyone who you have!” Nicky exclaims from across the row of lockers.

“Murder season is finally upon us,” Matt says. “Let the chaos begin and may the best person win.”

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I always wanted to use the word ‘Colorama’ in a song ever since I saw Antonioni’s Blow Up. It was an unplugged neon light at the back of my mind for years. Some lyrics are declarations of love or hate written in blood or carved in a bus stop, in need of little or no melodic illumination. Some, I believe, are there almost entirely to facilitate it. If I ever thought about it at all I’m sure I used to think the melody was the vessel that carried the lyrics but more recently it has occurred to me that the opposite is often true.

The problem with the neon sign analogy is that neon signs are invariably bolted to the wall and full of gas. Melody seems as though its poured rather than sprayed and doesn’t feel as though whatever holds it ought to be fixed to anything.

I sometimes imagine each word to be made using a three dimensional open-top glass alphabet. Each letter built to harness and transport the mirror ball liquid marble of the melody. When the ‘substance’ fills up the syllables they seem to shimmer and become weightless. With the addition of close harmony I see colours swirl together, parts of the lyrics glow and the way in which they float suggests that something like the 'star gate’ sequence from 2001: A Space Odyssey is happening deep inside them out of view.

Happy 31st Birthday, Alexander David Turner ♡ (January 6th, 1986)

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in light of that one interview i just want this scene
  • corrupted jasper writhing on the ground or s/t: we all get what we deserve, I deserved for this to happen
  • garnet, sitting placidly cross-legged on her shoulder: the hilarious thing is that's completely true but not for any of the reasons you think

“AU where your hair changes colours according to your emotions!” Have you heard of Warbreaker.

“What if there was a god that didn’t believe in its own religion?” Have you heard of Warbreaker.

“Why people in fantasy stories never thank their summonings?” Have you heard of Warbreaker.

“I want a story about princess sisters where one has to go on a journey to rescue the other” well, you have Fro- just kidding, read Warbreaker.

“What if swords talked?” You don’t actually want to find out, but read Warbreaker anyways.

“Not just “strong”, but well developed female protagonists” WARBREAKER.

“Ok but-” READ WARBREAKER.

Every time I see behind the scene’s photos of the little boy who played Sherlock (especially the one where he’s with Martin) I can’t help but come up with a little story about how he’s John and Sherlock’s second child. 


For her second birthday, Rosie asks her daddies for a little brother or sister. Both her daddies have siblings and she wants one too (by this point Harry has cleaned up her act and is a part of her niece’s life). John and Sherlock find it funny, but later that night as they lay in bed, they start talking about it. They have the money, and if they took up Mrs. Hudson’s offer of giving them 221C (a wedding present), they’d have the space.

After a lot of discussion, they decide to go for it. Since John is the biological father of Rosie, they decide (John insists) Sherlock should be the biological father of the new baby. They found an egg donor, they found a surrogate, and by Rosie’s third birthday, she has a little brother. Rosie can’t get enough of her baby brother, and John and Sherlock absolutely adore their son. Plus he’s the spitting image of Sherlock, and John can’t get over the fact that he gets to have a mini-Sherlock in his life.


It should be noted that John and Sherlock got married shortly after John and Rosie moved into 221B. It was right around the time shown at the very end of TFP; that was the engagement ring Sherlock gave John that John was wearing.

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The answer is no. Absolutely no. If she thought she could win this fight why would she be offering to sell the victory to us even for a fortune? Trust me.