i don't know why i was asked this but here you go

oreowarrior  asked:

For the ask meme Raflion or Marnie, please? (ノ´ з `)ノ♡

Dearie… why not both? ♥⃛ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )

Well.. I guess you want to hear Mai’s opinion of them? Well.. For Marnie, I’ll also put the twin’s opinion here too, alright? 

Oh my, this is going to be really long~

More under the cut, because this is like super long~

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Anon: Can you please do one where lance is self-doubting and staying up really late and training? Like he gets really sick from not sleeping. Like can’t keep anything down sick. It’s okay if you don’t want to do or you already did this already. Please and thank you!

Anon: Maybe something where Lance is getting berrated (idk why) and Keith comes to his defense like in intensness or something.

A/N: When I started writing this, I didn’t intend for it to be so dark. Hot damn. Deep shit ahead. Also, I’m horrible at pet-names. I tried to write from 3rd person Keith instead of omniscient so here we go ᕕ(ツ)ᕗ

It was a particularly depressing mission.

The Blue Paladin had to make a near-impossible choice. Surrender Voltron, or surrender a resource-heavy planet and all its inhabitants. Death wasn’t mentioned in either scenario, but it was very heavily implied. In the end, Lance made the choice to save Voltron on the basis that they would save many many other planets by defeating Zarkon in the long run.

But that didn’t mean a whole planet’s worth of deaths wasn’t weighing on his soul.

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the introduction of mon el is like the supergirl writers own a pizza restaurant and they’re trying to introduce a hot new menu item to go with the veggie pizza or the meat lovers pizza or the mushroom pizza or even the pineapple pizza and then they serve you this new item and it’s not even pizza it’s just a plain piece of white bread and you’re like “why am I getting this? can i get the pepperoni mushroom pizza that I had that’s suddenly disappeared from the menu this year?”

the waiter’s like “nope, this is what we’re serving tonight” but you came here for pizza not this plain white bread, ya know? so you’re like okay I’ll give it a chance even though i can see it’s just plain white bread so you take a bite of it and turns out this white bread is fucking stale! they’re trying to serve you plain, stale white bread! so you call your waiter and ask for something else but again he says no

You look around. everyone else has a single slice of stale white bread on their plates. no one is happy except for the dog that someone brought into the restaurant and they’re feeding him the stale white bread under the table.

“Can’t I get some pizza?” you ask.

“This is our new pizza!” the waiter says. “I know we’re known for our margarita pizza but this is sure to sweep that item off the menu.”

“but I like the margarita pizza,” you say.

too fuckin bad. no more margarita pizza. all you get is stale white bread for days and mere scraps of last years’ pizzas that you know and love, and what used to be your favorite restaurant starts to fall short. you brought all your friends here to try your favorite pizza and they don’t get what you like about the place when all they serve is stale white bread.

you show them last year’s menu, because all that’s left of your favorite restaurant is merely a memory

Max sitting with the Milking Mothers and they teach him how to knit.  He starts knitting for relaxation and makes random things.  

Furiosa finds a brightly colored cozy on the stick shift of her new war rig.  It’s so weird but so precious she can’t remove it.  

War pups with misshapen knit hats on.  

Big, tough, War Boys with little black knitted baggies tied to their belts.  

Max makes new fingerless gloves for Dag, in a really garish bright green yarn since she works with the plants.  She doesn’t really like them but wears them anyways because a gift carries the giver’s warm spirit in it.

Max leaves a light yellow pouch for Toast…she is confused but oddly delighted.  No one has ever given her a gift before.  

Capable requests a shawl and Max tries to make something somewhat “pretty”, so he asks his knitting mentor how to make something different, but he ends up making something that looks like an old fish net.  Capable still loves it because it’s unique.

The next try he nails it, perfect shawl, in Cheedo’s favorite colors.

He makes a few more for the Vuvalini and some of the younger girls at the Citadel.

He makes one more, out of dark blue and aqua-marine colored yarn with flecks of light green and tan.  He’d been saving this yarn for a while.  It reminds him of the ocean where his home used to be, but it also reminds him of his new home, where he is now.  He puts it away and insists he just made it to keep his hands busy, but everyone else knows why he made it.  Capable snatches it when he’s not around and leaves it for Furiosa, with a note that simply says, “from Max”. 

About nasty anon messages (personally I don’t get anon messages because I don’t have the “ask” feature enabled): Each one of us has a blog in which we can express ourselves, our admiration for someone or something, our points of view, our likings and/or beliefs and post stuff the way we want. Even the porn blogs. You just choose who to follow and who not to. It pisses me off when someone sends a nasty message to another blogger here on tumblr, and the worst thing, sends it as an anon (instead of having the guts to send it with his/her url). Some people are quite sensitive. Doing that can make a sensitive person feel really bad… as if he/she isn’t worth it. It’s not nice to make others feel as if they aren’t useless or what they’re doing isn’t worthwhile. Besides, you don’t know what other people are going through, how they feel, their struggles and the problems they might have. If you don’t like what a person is posting in his/her blog, there’s a button on the right upper corner of each blog that says “UNFOLLOW”. Everyone has the right to post whatever they want. No one is forcing you to follow something you don’t like. It’s true that you might start liking a blog and then for some reason you don’t like it anymore. But that doesn’t give you the right to insult/send hateful, even cruel messages to that blog. Bear in mind that you can even ruin a person’s life. Think it twice before being mean to others.

A lot of people want the Inquisitor dead so assassins are an inevitability. Luckily Dorian has his back. 


Dorian was sitting in his usual spot in the library. He had been there most of the day, slowly making his way through the pile of books that had accumulated on and around the table beside him. Eventually, long past the sun had set, Elden came staggering up the stairs and sat down heavily, leaning back against Dorian’s chair.

“Not even going to say hello, Amatus?” Dorian asked, running his fingers through Elden’s hair absently without taking his eyes off his book. Elden made a noncommittal sound. He must be very tired after the long day he had had, dealing with visiting nobles and whatnot. “Why don’t you go to bed?”

“I’ll go shortly,” Elden said, leaning into Dorian’s hand with a quiet sigh.

This wasn’t exactly the first time something like this had happened. Elden had stolen quite a few naps here over the months. Dorian wasn’t quite sure why he came here instead of going to his room, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain.

Dorian continued to read for a time, but he could feel Elden leaning limply against his arm. He should probably get the man to bed before he passes out entirely. When Dorian stood up, Elden nearly fell over with the loss of his arm for support. Dorian sighed, although he was more amused than exasperated, and helped the Inquisitor up but kept a hand on his shoulder, steadying him, just in case.

“Have you been drinking?” Dorian asked, chuckling.

“Maybe a little?” Elden said blearily.

“’A little,’” Dorian echoed as he experimentally released Elden’s shoulder. He swayed dangerously and Dorian quickly steadied him again. “It’s only me, no need to try to hide it. I know Josephine had you meeting all sorts today, I’d want a drink or ten too. Perhaps just go a little easier next time. Or call me so I can join in on the fun at the very least.”

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Easy cheat sheet to comment on fanfics

I’m being quite sad to see how my newest fandom seems to be so short in reviewing fanfics.

I do wonder if the whole “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything” mindset doesn’t have the perverted effect that now people think “I just can’t think of anything nice enough to say!!! I loved it but I’m too shy to just go wax poetry because I thought there was some flaws/or I’m just too shy and afraid to make compliments”.

Thing is, reviews and comments don’t have to be 100% positive all the time. On the contrary, some negative comments and reviews can be actually VERY helping !

So here’s a little cheat sheet to go through after you read a fic/chapter to help you write a review without being an asshole :

  • Did you like the story that is being told ? if yes, say so. If no and you didn’t clicked out, ask yourself why you kept reading (aside from “i wanted to see how far this trainwreck would go”) and say so.
  • Did you like the writing style and skills of the author ? if yes, say so. If no, and you didn’t clicked out, ask yourself why you kept reading, and say so.
  • Did you like how the characters were portrayed ? if yes, say so. If no, and you didn’t clicked out, ask yourself why you kept reading, and say so.
  • Are you curious about what is coming next ? if yes, say so. If no, consider it a click out.
  • Did you feel anything while reading ? If yes, say so. Even the tiniest feeling of “I spent a nice few minutes/hours thanks to this fic” is worth you writing it down for the author. Pain, joy, anger, fear, anxiety, curiosity, anything beside complete uninterested and lethargic catatony, in its tiniest sparks, is worth you writing it down for the author. If no and you didn’t clicked out, ask yourself why you kept reading, and say so.

If you can answer at least one “yes” to one of those 5 questions, you have something to say in a review and you should write it and send it to the author.

Phone call with my parents just now:

Mom: So Dad’s been looking at real estate in Pittsburgh, he wants to help you buy and fix up a house! What do you think about that?

[insert discussion about Responsible Adult Things like owning real estate]

Mom: So what’s going on with you?

Me: I…just spent a large amount of money on plane tickets to visit Finland and Germany this summer. *sweats*

The Taehyung Effect #3

Yoongi: what are you doing and why are you doing it?
Taehyung: if you know what I’m doing, why are you asking?
Yoongi: why are you doing it?
Taehyung: you can read my mind, why do I need to answer?
Yoongi: nobody can read your mind, they’d get lost
Taehyung: yeah, I get lost too
Yoongi: did you get lost on your way to your bed?
Taehyung: no, this was a purposeful detour
Yoongi: you purposefully came to annoy me?
Taehyung: no, I came to keep you company?
Yoongi: go to bed, Taehyung
Taehyung: can’t I stay with hyung? I’ll be quiet
Yoongi: do you have to sleep on me?
Taehyung: I can’t
Yoongi: oh whatever, just don’t bother me
Taehyung: I love hyung
Yoongi: sure
Taehyung: I do
Yoongi: what was that about being quiet?
Taehyung: shutting up
Yoongi: it’s okay, I just want you to get sleep
Taehyung: can’t
Yoongi: that’s why you’re here?
Taehyung: shh, I’m being quiet
Yoongi: rascal
Taehyung: love you
Yoongi: yeah, I know

Hoseok: this is literally the fifth time today
Taehyung: your point?
Hosoek: my lap can’t be that comfortable
Taehyung: Jimin’s isn’t big enough and Kookie kicks me off
Hoseok: of course he would
Taehyung: can’t I stay?
Hoseok: you’re heavy
Taehyung: I just wanted to cuddle
Hoseok: we could do that differently
Taehyung: okay
Hoseok: this isn’t some kind of funny dare, is it?
Taehyung: who would dare me to sit on your lap?
Hoseok: what about on Kookie’s lap?
Taehyung: Jimin got a laugh out of that one
Hoseok: so I’m your second choice?
Taehyung: no, you’re my first, ‘cause you don’t kick me off
Hoseok: not because you like me
Taehyung: I like you
Hoseok: do you love me?
Taehyung: of course
Hoseok: you can stay
Taehyung: I wasn’t gonna go anyway

Jimin: Tae, you don’t fit
Taehyung: I can’t prey on the others’ generosity forever
Jimin: it’s been like, not even a week
Taehyung: whatever
Jimin: you could sleep with me, you know
Taehyung: I don’t think there’s room for three people in your bed
Jimin: what?

Jungkook: what are you doing here?
Jimin: Kookie…
Taehyung: this is Jimin’s bed
Jungkook: yeah, what are you doing in it?
Taehyung: sleeping? not sleeping?
Jungkook: I know you’ve been having sleeping trouble
Taehyung: hence why I’m in Jimin’s bed
Jungkook: there isn’t room for three people
Taehyung: that’s what I said
Jimin: Kookie, can you sleep in your own bed tonight?
Jungkook: I can’t sleep there
Taehyung: I’ll leave, it’s okay
Jungkook: no, that’s not fair
Jimin: there really isn’t enough room for three people
Jungkook: nest on the floor?
Taehyung: deal
Jimin: or you could just sleep with Kookie
Taehyung:
Jungkook:
Jimin: and I could still sleep in a bed
Taehyung: can I?
Jungkook:
Taehyung: we can both sleep
Jungkook:
Taehyung: never mind, you can have Jimin
Jungkook: come on, then
Taehyung: really?
Jungkook: but you can’t choke me
Taehyung: it’s calling cuddling
Jungkook: it’s not if I can’t breathe
Jimin: can you just go so we can all sleep already?
Taehyung: thanks, Kookie
Jungkook: whatever
Taehyung: is this okay?
Jungkook:
Taehyung:
Jungkook: oh, just cuddle me already

anonymous asked:

Hey, sorry to bug you if you're just busy but your bio says to resend if you don't answer and I sent an ask a few days ago. I asked why Audrey and Cooper shippers were still considered gross, because obviously it would have been wrong and gross in the original seasons but if people hope they get together now when they are both middle-aged adults surely that's ok? Is there something I don't know about the ship?

#csa 

uh hi anon! I didn’t get that message so thanks for sending this

okay here’s the deal: gross and bad still

  1. these shippers don’t give 2 shits about WHY the ship is pedophilia in the first place. they have no concept of the power imbalances that existed in the first place and aren’t going to address those. they already cling to the idea that audrey is ‘’’technically 18’’’ 
  2. (if you’re new seriously just try to talk to them about it and they’ll pull that out first thing. never mind that its still shipping a teenager with an adult, never mind that several canon sources show Audrey is underage, never mind literally everything else about them)
  3. ‘aging up’ is a pretty common tactic used by fandom folks to ship adults with children and it’s gross as hell

“It bothers you, doesn’t it?” Matt asks, chest heaving. He knows he shouldn’t press this, has absolutely no right to, but he can’t stop. “When I’m with Elektra. When you see me with her.”

Foggy is upset, uncomfortable, embarrassed; a flash of red and heat and quick, shallow breaths. “I don’t need this right now,” he says, grabs his coat and heads for the door, but Matt— god, how he wishes he could listen to that tiny part of his brain and just, stop— steps back and blocks Foggy’s path. “Matt.” It’s quick and sharp, barely precedes the hurt and wetness like flimsy saran wrap.

Foggy’s crying. Matt bites the inside of his lip until he tastes copper, lets that and Foggy’s tears remind him why he’ll never deserve Foggy. Selfish bastard, says the voice that promises to keep him company tonight, but Matt wills it into background noise, because he’s got more pressing matters at hand. “Foggy, please.” Matt swallows. He doesn’t deserve to utter his name. “I need to know.”

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ok so!! Don’t Starve requests, yay!!!

Anon asked for someone going insane (didn’t know how to make your other request, sorry!), so I decided to go full corrupted!Wes bc why not
@earthboundwolf came up with the best AU so here you have your puppetmaster!Chester. (does this mean we get chester!maxwell? imagine shoving stuff down this poor guy’s mouth. deviantart would love this.)
@rinneil asked for miss Wickerbottom and Woodie doing stuff soooo I guess she needs woods to build something? Idk. I need to draw these two more.
@mouthface wanted a Walani so here you go
both another anon and @bitter-philosophies wanted a Webber so you get a webby hugging a spidey now

One million years ago, anonymous asked:

I LOVE the Andreil prompt you just did. And I love how you’re taking potentially-angsty prompts and making them cute. So I’d like to challenge you to “This was never right.” for Pynch or Andreil :D

Finally, I have fulfilled this prompt. Technically, I fulfilled it twice, since I did it for both pynch and andreil, though that is not why it took me so long. Anyways, here it is for pynch! (Andreil is here)



Adam usually didn’t call before stopping by to visit Ronan. It wasn’t like Ronan was going to pick up his phone, anyways – most of the time, he didn’t even know where it was – and after the first time Adam had given up on getting a response to a day and a half of texts and voicemails, Ronan had decisively declared Adam welcome at the Barns without invitation any time, day or night. Besides, Ronan was almost always there when Adam came by, partly because he did most of the work in keeping the farm running, and partly because he really had no other activities besides spending time with Adam and stalking the competition at farmer’s markets, which was of course how he had met Adam in the first place.

In any case, it was a Friday, Adam was free from classes and work schedules for the day, and he saw no reason why he shouldn’t make the trip out to Singer’s Falls for a visit. With the farmer’s market the next morning, it wouldn’t be the first time Adam wound up staying over, either. With his overnight bag in the passenger seat and his gas gauge informing him that he had just barely enough to make this trip, the drive felt timeless, something Adam had done dozens of times before and would do dozens of times more. That feeling evaporated when he reached the Barns.

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anonymous asked:

"The hardest thing for me was not breaking you out of Arkham. I mean you broke me out of Blackgate. And that place seemed a hell of a lot worse than Blackgate was. I wish I could've done more for you while you were in there. I wish I could have held you, and made all the torment you were going through stop. And, I know you don't blame me for not breaking you out. Even going through all that, you were still so concerned for my safety. I only hope one day I'll stop blaming myself." ~Lydia

Oh, Lydia…darling, why did you never tell me this before?

I could never have asked that of you.  Blackgate is one thing, but Arkham is completely another.  It would have broken you, too, I am sure of it–I certainly underestimated the effect my being there would have on…well, the rest of my life.  But the only thing that kept me from not tying my sheets together and dangling from the ceiling of my cell from them was the thought of you outside, thinking of me, waiting for me.  Loving me when I had been told such a thing was impossible.  To have seen you forced through those awful iron gates, being eyed by all of the scum there as a piece of fresh meat or worse, losing your hope in humanity as I did…there are many things in this life that I can bear, but that would not have been one of them.  You helped me more than you can possibly know just by coming to the conference room every few days for visiting hours.  It kept me…well, the closest thing to sane I could have been in that year.

There is nothing you need blame yourself for.  Nothing whatever, my sweet Lydia.

Just quirky rural things:

- going to school after the local fair and telling all the people that asked where you were in the grandstands that you wouldn’t go near the grandstands for a trillion fucking dollars because you arent a drunk scrub that participates in things

- a day out with the grandparent was going to the lake to play mini golf and then count the ceramic pig statues that i assumed were just cool and oddly specific decorations but it turns out they were for something its just nobody knows what. a fundraiser? maybe.

- witnessing ppl from the city moving in and buying wooden skid decorations from winners to make their house look rustic and then asking me why they hear wolves at night. its because the wolves were here first and can yell all they want.

- theres just fires sometimes

- going to the beach except the water is dirty and the undertow literally kills like 4 ppl every year so you kind of just go there, sit down, eat some fries and go home

- i live between two hamlets in an area that doesn’t have a name and our mail doesn’t always come to our house and the mail ppl keep telling us that our road name isn’t real we just want our mail please

- your town is not ONLY known for the largest amount of people dressed as cows in one place at one time, your town is ALSO known globally because of some dude who stole doorknobs and a stripper pole

Liontrust Coffee Shop AU

Oh my god, so I saw this post ages and ages ago in my drafts and thought why not make it Liontrust? Then of course other things came up and the idea got left behind. But then I was going through my notebook from last month and found the little I wrote for it again. So here, have an early merry Christmas from me to the fandom.

“So you aren’t gay as fuck or desperately single?” Lothar asked, amused.

Khadgar opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. “Well, no, I mean, yes, I mean-”

“Well, if you won’t give me your number, here’s mine.”

Khadgar knew he should be careful about men at least a decade older than him propositioning him, but dammit, he’d always been attracted to things he was told not to touch, and this one had muscles he wanted to trace with his tongue.

And if Garona was sending him worried looks, well, it’s her fault for putting up the sign in the first place.