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

THE SIGNS AS DAN HOWELL QUOTES
  • Aries: “Sometimes, when you intensely dislike a person due to something, you just have to take comfort in the fact that, one day, they will be dead.”
  • Taurus: “It's so important to know you should be happy and proud of who you are.”
  • Gemini: "My only regrets are the moments when i doubted myself and took the safe route. Life is too short to waste time being unhappy."
  • Cancer: "I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone."
  • Leo: "You know, people ask me. They say 'Dan, three years later do you really want to be drawing cat whiskers on your face?' but they don't understand. The cat whiskers, they come from within."
  • Virgo: "I'm the living embodiment of 'it could be worse'."
  • Libra: "That’s why I’m here, I’m here for two reasons. To entertain you with stories of my life so , you know, you can find them entertaining. But then maybe compare them to your own lives and not feel so alone with the issues that you go with, go through..."
  • Scorpio: "And the other half of it is me kind of like articulating my own profound observations on the universe, which is really just an excuse to give myself a therapy. Apparently other people enjoy watching it too."
  • Sagittarius: "Actually believe in your potential. You spend all day and all night daydreaming and sometimes talking to yourself... out loud, which people can see by the way so maybe consider stopping that, about all the things you wish you could be and do, but instead you doubt yourself and say its impossible."
  • Capricorn: "This happens all the time with sports results, but — I shit you not — I once got a notification from the BBC News app saying that a character in a show I was watching had just died! I thought that news notifications are supposed to be for impending natural disasters, not for just ruining my bloody afternoon."
  • Aquarius: "You can't expect a kid to be smart enough to realize they can do what they want with their life before they've been pushed through the school system into having an average life.”
  • Pisces: "To me, the meaning of life is to be happy, it's to achieve happiness right now. It's to make sure you're happy in the future and that generally when you look back on your life you're like; yes, that was satisfactory."

anonymous asked:

hi I understand i might sound annoying but can you please write the main highlights from that long ass radio interview? and some say that that Shane guy was kinda (or really) disrespectful towards Seb's fans and/or his career - i really don't know what is true, im confused and I'm asking the one that actually has listened to all of that. ty in advance love

Yeah the guy was a douche, said that Marvel aren’t “real movies” and said that Seb must be ready for that part of his life to be done so he can do some real acting. He also said the fan questions that were sent in sucked which to be fair, they usually suck so he’s probably not wrong, but he was v condescending. ANYWAY, onto Seb’s highlights. 

- He spoke about how he thought the world overall would be safer if it was run by women. He mentioned a book called Sapiens: A Brief History of Human Kind by Yuval Noah Harari, that explores that idea, like would there be fewer wars, would there be less violent death. I linked the book on Amazon if anyone is interested in giving it a read. 
- Also on the topic of women, he said that women don’t need men. They don’t need men for work, or for food, or even to reproduce, so it’s time for men to ask themselves what their purpose is, what they’re here for, and what kind of man they are.
- He said that whilst he’s aware of what’s happening in the world, he isn’t actively involved in politics because he doesn’t feel he knows enough to be making statements on things he doesn’t fully understand. 
- He did speak about 3 issues that are important to him and he’s working closely with charities for these things and those are Autism, as it’s something that affects his manager who he has worked with for 22 years, Alzheimer’s because his stepdad got it and ultimately passed away from it, and a charity in Romania that works with orphaned children, the elderly and families living in poverty, called Our Big Day Out. (That link is obvs in romanian but their insta is ourbigdayout if you wanna check them out there)
- He said that he’s an overthinker and can think himself into a depression in about 15 seconds. He also said that he can be emotionally unavailable and that probably makes him hard to date. 
- He said that he hates criticism, but that he is super hard on himself both personally and professionally. And he compares himself at 35 with his dad at 27 and his mum at 24 and realises that when they were his age they were parents and he sometimes feels like he should be at that point now, but then has to remember that we exist in a very different world now to 35 years ago. 
- He said he ended up sat on Hugh Jackman’s wife’s lap at one point during the Golden Globes??? But didn’t expand on this??? Gave no context or reasons why??? So that’s a mystery rn. 
- ALSO BACK TO WOMEN. There was a woman in the interview and these men were all hypothesising about what women want and my man was like “Can I ask her a question is that okay?” and they’re like yh sure and he’s like “What is it that women want?” and i was like look at that. A man with a brain. Who figured the best person to answer that was probably a woman. 
- He said he mostly listens to stuff from the 70s+80s as well as like 90s rap (which is an absolute mood) but his favourite song right now is by someone called G Eazy (a gentleman i had to google bc i had no idea who he was, this 35 year old white man is cooler than i am)
- He said he’d really like to work with Denis Villeneuve and I breathed a sigh of relief he didn’t say Woody Allen’s name again. 
- He drinks almond milk. 
- He said he isn’t ready for his time with Marvel to be done - like the interviewer so rudely suggested - because he grew up on these films, they helped him grow, they’re a lot of fun to work on, it’s nice to go back to your friends every year or so, and he really loves the character. 
- He spoke a little bit about the history and politics of Romania, and how the revolution kinda left a lot of people fucked over and a lot of kids as orphans and left to fend for themselves in Bucharest. Because basically Ceauşescu outlawed abortion and contraception whilst he was in power in an effort to increase the work force, but it meant so many unwanted kids were just sent to orphanages. After the revolution, kids escaped orphanages, and ran away from home, or were sent away by parents who couldn’t support them, and a lot of them ended up living in the tunnels of the subway system in the city. And a lot of them, like really young kids, ended up addicted to spray paint fumes and it was really fucked up. But he spoke about that in connection with why he’s working with that Romanian charity. Also, he didn’t speak about this, but if anyone is interested, there’s a documentary called Children Underground about this. It’s obviously in Romanian but you can use English subtitles. 

I feel like I’m probably missing key points but that thing gave me such a headache, most of what I took away was a mild migraine. 

[All of this happened because I wanted to write something about Stiles not being able to sleep without his pillow. Spoiler alert: his pillow is Derek.]

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Derek tries not to look too hurt when Stiles says he’s going back to Washington, but when the Sheriff claps his back and Scott offers him a friendly hug, he knows he failed. But after everything, after the other night - it just doesn’t feel fair.

-

“It was a nice road trip, wasn’t it?” Stiles had said after they’ve won, after everything was done, their friends were alive and fine and Derek finally got his loft back. “I mean, we had some fun, right?”

Derek smiled without looking away from the flowers the Sheriff got him as a housewarming gift. “Yeah.” He answered, finally turning around. “It was nice to spend time with you.” It was more than nice and he cursed himself for not being able to say it, still, after everything, after the nights spent driving and talking and fucking in deserted roads.

“Yeah.” Stiles agreed easily. He was the one who started it after all, always showing up to save Derek - despite Derek saving him back plenty of times - always being there, trusting him, smiling and laughing like Derek makes him happy. “What will you do now that you’re a free man again?”

Derek shrugged. “I always wanted to start a farm, maybe raise some sheep?” When Stiles blinked at him, surprised, Derek let out a snort.

“Fuck you, I almost believed it!” Stiles said, punching his shoulder.

“You’re ridiculous.” Derek shook his head, still smiling. 

You’re ridiculous.” Stiles stressed, his hand still on Derek’s shoulder, touching, teasing. “I’m -“ Derek didn’t let him finish then, turning around and just pressing their lips together.

He didn’t want to listen then - and in hindsight maybe he should’ve - but without the haste, the guilt of having a nice time whilst their friends could be dying, Derek couldn’t wait, he just wanted to worship Stiles’ body, just wanted to kiss all the places he couldn’t reach before when they were squeezed in the backseat of Stiles’ car. 

And so he did, he made Stiles moan his name the entire night and he moaned Stiles’ own just as louder. Just to have his heart crushed the morning after.

-

“I’m gonna miss you.” Stiles says, his Jeep packed and ready to go. To leave everything behind.

It’s unfair, Derek knows. Stiles didn’t make promises and neither did he, but he can’t help how he feels. He understands Stiles doesn’t want to be in Beacon Hills anymore and that’s his choice, but Derek made his own and he’s tired of running away.

He’s never felt closer to his family than when he’s here, he’s already lost enough and he doesn’t want to lose his home. But somehow, as Stiles drives away, he feels like he just did.

-

I miss you, Derek thinks every day, staring at the black screen of his phone and wondering if he should actually write those words and send them to Stiles. He decides against it and despite the fact he was joking before, on the third day after Stiles left, Derek buys a farm.

He tells Lydia first during lunch at her favorite restaurant - she was adamant they had to become best friends and Derek enjoys her company so he lets it happen easily - and she tells him he’s not allowed to wear plaid around her. Then he tells Scott and two days later, he shows up at Derek’s front door with all kinds of seeds - “We need pumpkins for Halloween, Derek. Make it happen!”.

It’s something to do with his hands, something to work on. Create life, instead of ending them, build things, instead of destroying. He feels good, better and healing. Cora says he’s calmer now and Derek smiles, despite knowing she won’t be able to see him, and tells her he is.

Some days Stiles texts him, others he doesn’t. Derek reads the ones he has every night before going to bed, but he never answers them.

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“You grew up.”

He laughs, rough and edging just slightly on bitter.

“Yeah, that happens when you disappear for two years.”

Derek’s eyes flit downward, and Stiles waits for him to comment on the FBI vest strapped to his chest but he doesn’t. His eyes only go so far as Stiles’ mouth, flicking back to his eyes and then down again, lingering, before sliding away. A warmth blooms out from Stiles’ chest, crawling up his neck and coiling downward, and this definitely isn’t the time for this but they haven’t seen each other in a year and a half, not even pictures because why the hell would Stiles have a picture of Derek (and he’s spent too long cursing not having pictures of Derek) and he finds his own eyes lingering.

“…You look exactly the same.” And that’s not true because Derek actually looks better, but there’s no real way to explain that Stiles hadn’t been able to hold all of the goddamn perfection of Derek’s face in his memory. He’d thought he had, but his eyes keep flitting around now and holding, catching on little details, little rushes of rediscovery in those eyes, that jaw, his teeth, his mouth, his…

Stiles wets his lips, and Derek’s looking again.

“We should––”

“I should have called,” Derek says at the same time, and Stiles blinks, breaking off, confusion pinching his brows because Derek hadn’t known Stiles was coming. He’d had no reason to call. Except… “After… Peter told me what happened, and I…”

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t, but it wasn’t any less fine than anything else from that shit show. It wasn’t any worse than Derek leaving town and getting rid of his phone to begin with.

“I felt sick the whole time you were gone,” Derek presses on, quick and urgent, like the words had been fighting for months to bubble loose and are finally breaking free. “I felt… Cora said it seemed like I’d just… emptied out. On the full moon, I could barely––”

Stop it.” It stung, because he’d thought Derek would care. For the longest time he’d felt like Derek should care, and deciding he didn’t was the first stepping stone to pulling himself together after… after the Benefactor.

Or… fuck, maybe Derek had cared, but he hadn’t cared enough to stay, to keep in contact, to check in when Stiles had needed… needed someone.

No, fuck. Needed him.

“This isn’t the time,” he says, firmly, because a fucking FBI SWAT team is nearby somewhere and there’s still a target painted on Derek’s back, and the fact that Stiles wants to crawl onto his lap and beat the crap out of him at the same time doesn’t matter, because Stiles is here to save his life. Again.

Derek parts his lips, looks like he wants to argue… and ends up just nodding, looking away up the street.

Stiles makes it a whole three steps toward the next corner before swinging back on him, balled fist smacking his bicep.

“Why didn’t you call?”

Derek doesn’t flinch at the blow. Sighs softly. When he meets Stiles’ eyes, the look in them’s enough to send months of coiled anger scattering.

“I would have gone back.”

“…What?” Stiles feels breathless on the word. Derek looks away, hands lost in the depths of his pockets and stance set in the defeated posture of a man with no way to win.

“If I’d heard your voice. If you’d asked. If you’d even sounded anything less than happy––” He grits his teeth, sharp and sudden, head ducking against some ugly thought. “…And I didn’t want to hear you happy, either.” That falls out lower, tight and rough like a secret shame.

“You didn’t want to hear me happy,” Stiles echoes, numb, and then slowly: “Without you.”

And he only understands Derek’s meaning because it’s been echoing in his own chest for over a year–– that stupid, selfish war of wanting to know he’s happy, and not wanting to know he’s happy, not wanting to hear him making a life and finding bliss in a way Stiles couldn’t give him. He’d always wanted to know Derek was doing well, so much that he’d lain up at night sometimes picturing new, bright, sometimes ridiculously corny futures for him… but the thought had always been as agonizing as it was hopeful and Stiles had never slept well afterward. And then he’d spent other nights up hating himself for being selfish enough to half-hope Derek might not be happy.

Might fail out there in the world, and come home.

Derek’s eyes are on his again, wide and shock-soft in a way Stiles had only glimpsed on him once before: the rush of thinking you’re alone in the world and realizing for one beautiful instant that you’re understood

He can feel a matching expression lighting up his own eyes.

“We’re idiots,” he breathes, and Derek shakes his head, barely seeming to feel the movement.

“I couldn’t go back there.”

“But you could have known I fucking missed you as much as––” He breaks off, despite everything suddenly unsure. “…you missed me?”

“I missed you.” Derek promises, not missing a beat.

“You missed me,” Stiles echoes, and it’s everything he never knew he needed to hear. They watch each other for too long, stunned, awed stillness.

And then the slam of a car door in the distance pulls them back; reminds them where they are and what’s happening. Derek blinks away, looking out and alert toward the street, but Stiles can see a faint flush around his ears, a happy pull that won’t quite die on his lips.

“This isn’t the time,” Derek says, and Stiles nods. There are villains to stop. People to save.

“This isn’t the time,” he echoes, but he’s smiling as he turns to head up the street. “Later.”

It sounds like a promise worth keeping.

"copycat” still really bothers me

i’m sure i’m not the first person to notice this but i’m rewatching the show and the episode “copycat” just gets me so annoyed and irritated because of how adrien was written in that episode. this is probably the episode where we have the most blatant, explicit evidence of one of adrien’s flaws (i.e. his jealousy) and he is at no point forced to be held accountable for his actions. 

adrien quite literally causes an akuma because of his jealousy. but he is not forced to apologize to theo for lying about his relationship with ladybug, he’s not forced to apologize to ladybug for lying about said relationship without her consent, and adrien himself is not allowed time in the episode to acknowledge his jealousy, find fault in it, and learn from his mistake. 

adrien as a character already has this annoying habit of being presented as the “perfect boy” who very rarely makes mistakes and is idolized for it. not just by marinette. by pretty much everyone. “jackady” had this really strange scene where gabriel and ladybug were staring at adrien’s modeling shots and gushing about how “flawless” and “perfect” he is. and most of adrien’s arguably negative qualities (e.g. his occassional inability to take things seriously in battle, his naivete, his occasional impulsiveness as chat noir, etc.) are often presented in ways that either make us sympathize with his behavior or find it endearing. 

“copycat” is probably one of the only (if not the only) episodes where adrien is very clearly doing something wrong. he’s angry that theo likes ladybug so much so he lies about his relationship with ladybug and tells theo they’re a thing so that he can back off and chat noir can have ladybug all to himself. 

the problem is that the show doesn’t call out adrien for this jealousy. about the only time it does is when plagg makes a dig at him right when adrien realizes who the akuma is. 

and despite this, adrien merely rolls his eyes at plagg and scoffs at the comment as if it’s a joke. that was the perfect opportunity for adrien to take just a few seconds to say “you’re right. i should’ve never lied and let myself get jealous. that was wrong of me.”

about the best we can get is when chat noir acknowledges that he was the one who caused the akuma so he’s the one who has to go and get himself out of it. but at no point does he tell ladybug why this happened (especially because it involves her) and at no point does he vocalize the mistake he made, i.e. the fact that he let his jealousy take over. 

then this is where the episode really starts to bother me

he calls out ladybug for not showing up to the statue unveiling. they actually make chat noir take time in the middle of his screw up to basically tell ladybug “well maybe you’d know what’s going on if you showed up this morning.” ladybug had done nothing wrong in regards to this akuma. we’re dealing with her phone stealing and her bad time management on the side, but this has nothing to do with the akuma. if anyone’s mistakes should be being highlighted here, it’s adrien’s. 

but the episode continues to just let adrien get away with the fact that he lied. ladybug praises chat noir for his honesty and for the fact that he’s never lied to ladybug about anything (hello, irony) and normally this would be a pretty good moment for chat noir to at least look guilty. but instead he merely thanks her for the compliment and continues fighting anyway. 

and then it gets even worse because the one who apologizes at the end of the episode is ladybug!! she apologizes to theo for not showing up to the unveiling! which, fine ok, but where was adrien’s apology? where was his opportunity to explain to ladybug that he messed up for lying about their relationship, causing this akuma, and putting ladybug in danger?

it’s replaced with chat noir’s angst about his crush not being returned. 

we feel bad for him at the end of this episode because his “crush was crushed.” let alone that he let his jealousy get the better of him and lied to a stranger about ladybug and his relationship behind her back. we end the episode feeling sympathy for chat noir because ladybug doesn’t feel the same way for him. mr. perfect finally has an episode where he screws up and the show does not allow him to take sufficient responsibility for it and own up to his mistake. 

and it further annoys me that this happened because anytime marinette messes up, she almost always apologizes. when she didn’t listen to chloe and caused her to be akumatized? she apologized to her for not listening to her. when she yelled at lila and caused her to be akumatized because of her own jealousy? she apologized to lila for being so mean to her. marinette is continuously asked to own up to her mistakes and apologize for them (as she should) meanwhile the one time adrien screws up, he gets let off for it. 

idk man, it just gets me upset that adrien got it so easy in this episode. he should’ve apologized to theo. he should’ve told ladybug the truth. he should’ve owned up to the fact that his jealousy was totally unwarranted. 

#teddy #auror #unresolved sexual tension

Prompts: @foxesandwands
Author: @queenofthyme

If you had told Harry Potter, back in his first year of Hogwarts, that he’d be sharing custody of a child with Draco Malfoy, he would have laughed. Loudly. But here he was, fifteen years later, and one of Teddy Lupin’s two legal guardians.

When Harry had accepted Remus’s offer to be Teddy’s godfather, although in the thick of war, he still never considered he’d actually have to raise someone else’s child. Teddy’s grandmother, Andromeda, had taken care of Teddy originally, which Harry was glad of - a 17 year old did not a father make. Still, he made sure to visit often. He knew what it was like to grow up without parents.

Harry wasn’t surprised that Draco visited just as often. Andromeda was his aunt after all, making Teddy his first cousin once removed.

Harry didn’t make a fuss the first time they’d bumped into each other at Andromeda’s, even though the last time they’d seen each other had been at Hogwarts, in the middle of a war, on opposite sides. He trusted Andromeda, and if she, as fiercely protective as she was, trusted Draco around Teddy, that was enough for Harry to do the same. Although, he still watched closely, curious to understand Draco’s behaviour.

Years past and Andromeda grew weary. She had already raised one child, and she was far too old to be chasing after another. As godfather, Harry knew it was his responsibility to take over as Teddy’s guardian, and no longer a teenager, he felt like he was ready. But Draco had insisted that it was he who should become guardian, as a blood relative.

They had argued like they might have back in their Hogwarts days, with taunts and snide jabs, even a  few hexes, before Andromeda put a stop to it. “How do either of you expect to raise a child if you still act like children yourselves?” She had yelled at them both, her words striking home as always.

Shared custody was Andromeda’s idea, but they both agreed it would be the best option for Teddy. He had already grown attached to both of them, and they both loved Teddy as if he was their own. On that, they were in agreement, if nothing else.

These days, they saw a lot of each other. Teddy made sure of that. They hadn’t quite reconciled all their differences, but they were civil, even polite to each other. They had to be for Teddy. But there was such a coldness to their interactions sometimes, that Harry wondered if it would be better if they just went at it, like they really wanted to. Said what they were really thinking.

Like that time when Draco dropped Teddy off at Harry’s office in the middle of a work day because he had an appointment, and Harry said, “Of course, no problem Draco. Please take your time,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “You couldn’t have given me some warning so I could plan my day around this, you inconsiderate prat?”

Or the time Draco had taken Teddy on holiday and returned a day later than expected, and Harry said, “That’s okay, Draco, I’m glad you’re both back. I’m sure Teddy had a great time,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “I thought you were both dead you selfish jerk, you never thought to owl ahead to let me know?”

Or last week when Draco had to reschedule their agreed custody routine because he had a date on Thursday night and Harry said, “Hope you have a lovely night,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “I hope your date throws wine in your face and leaves you with the bill.”

It’s not like Teddy didn’t know what was going on. He was a perceptive kid. The whole situation was ridiculous.

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i mean im an adult, i guess, if that’s the word for it. a lot of things i used to care about i just say “Fuck It” and let go. 

but it’s incredible to me that there’s still so many passages to my soul. how just a group of teenagers looking at me and laughing makes my teeth hurt. how someone’s comment sends me back to high school bullying. how i am constantly asking myself are they even really my friends? 

i don’t know. i never throw myself birthday parties because my worst nightmare would be that nobody shows. i just wonder if there’s ever a time that your last insecurities let go. i’ve only ever found that kind of freedom at the honey lips of tequila. i want to be brave at two pm on a sunday. i want to actually not care what they say. i want to be the kind of witch that laughs through the burning.

i don’t know. i hope i’m learning.

donthugmeimweird  asked:

Hello I'm a young aspiring artist that just started high school and I want to be an animator. Lately I've been stressing my self about how good I am and if I'm going the right path to be where I want to be. I get so worried about the future and if I'll be able to achieve my goals enough or on time I know this is long and your a busy person so please don't answer this if you don't want to. But do you have any advice at all anything will be appreciated thanks so much

The trouble is, even when you’ve ‘made it’ and you’re a working professional that feeling doesn’t go away! It turns into “oh god I’m a hack, they just haven’t seen it yet” or “im not good enough to be here”. The difference is, pros have these feelings and they keep drawing. When I was in high school I had the lowest self esteem but I kept drawing and striving for my goals because it was better than doing my homework. (haha I was an awful student. dont be me)

Also, there’s no such thing as “achieving goals on time”. Everyone has a different path. Yes, art school > internship > job is the path everyone obsesses about but it’s not the only way in. I have friends who didn’t work in animation until their 30s, and honestly it made their work more interesting and beautiful! I have a friend who never finished high school and lived out of a car for two years while stacking produce at a corner store. Now he’s an award winning Character Designer! One of my heroes never went to college and just pestered people until someone gave him a job. It’s all persistence, and maybe that’s why this job isn’t for everyone because that shit is HARD. When you’re feeling great, keep drawing. When you’re feeling bad, keep drawing. That’s how you know if you’re on the right path, if you can persist even when you’re at your lowest point. 

I’m sorry this advice isn’t very practical outside of “keep it up”. But that’s all you can do, that’s all I’ve ever done, and that’s all we have to keep doing. Good luck on your journey! 

Can I just say how immensely glad I am that Twice Upon a Time did not go out of its way to force Twelve into regenerating?  I’m not even sure I can put into words how much that means.  Heaven Sent showed the brutality of living through trauma.  The sheer, bull-headed determination it takes to keep going when all you want is to lie down, stop fighting, and just lose.  Twice Upon a Time was utterly gentle.  There was no threat.  No bad guys.  Just a few people who were very afraid to die, and very afraid to keep going.  And the fact that it did this without the need to Raise the Stakes or make it bigger or better or more explosive or more impressive is a relief - a bit of an anticlimax is, after all, good for the hearts.  

For them to move through this story, to show the Doctor even the faintest fraction of hope, for him to show the sort of kindness only he can show - that fundamental message he chose his own face for, to just save someone, just one person and have that be enough - and through that show that even on the battlefield, even when the war looms, and wars upon wars after that, that in that one moment there can be kindness and goodness and hope is staggering.

For them to do this, for a man that has wanted nothing more than to stop, means so much.  That they don’t use some big ridiculous threat the Doctor must agree to survive to protect the world from, to let it, at the end of it all, remain his choice whether he lives or dies, his decision, his agency, in the face of his own fears…I can’t tell you how much that means.  I can’t tell you how important that is.

The Testimony are the embodiment of everything the Doctor has ever feared about regeneration.  The existential dread of a new body, a new self, something dragged up out of the ether that isn’t you but is you, remembers you, remembers being you; a flesh avatar, a 3-D printed transmat you, a clone, a copy, a space puddle, a glass woman - the list is endless, take your pick.  It’s why they’re important.  It’s why they matter here.  And it’s why, at the end, it matters so much more that the Testimony tapped into Bill and Clara.

There’s a lovely film documentary I saw a couple weeks ago about Nick Cave called 20,000 Days on Earth, and in that there’s an exceptionally poignant moment where Cave is asked about his greatest fear.  And what he says is that above all he fears losing his memory.  “Because memory is what we are.  I think your very soul and your reason to be alive is tied up in memory.”  And I keep coming back to that because it feels really really important in the context of this regeneration story.  

And I think it’s why Clara’s appearance matters, more than people give it credit for.  The Testimony are reflection of the Doctor somewhat, but more accurately, of Regeneration itself.  He needed to not only see it as something that was not a threat, but something that, above all else, could be kind.  Could give him back that piece of him that he missed, that shard of his soul he’d blocked up and thought gone for good.

Bill Potts, through Testimony, gave the Doctor the one gift that could pay him back for that shoebox of pictures.  Memories for memories; a loved one for a loved one.

Lust

Pairing; Kim Taehyung x Reader

Words; 3.4k

Genre; Smut with a plot (hints of other things if you look real closely)

Summary;  ❝Lust; A passionate or overmastering desire or craving❞

Aka; Taehyung is a jerk, Jimin drags you to his Halloween party and Taehyung looks too fucking good dressed as a vampire

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Don't Care if it Hurts:pt.2

(Dog hybrid! + Gaurd dog!Jimin x Reader) (ft.olderBrother! + Mafia boss!Namjoon)

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Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings/tags: Past abuse, Blood, Mafia!reader, Mafia!Namjoon, Older brother!Namjoon, DogHybrid!Jimin, fighting, slow burn, general angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut.

Wordcount: 6.1k

A/N: I probably could have split this into two parts but I didn’t want to leave you hanging after the Jimin/Jungkook fight scene. This part was particularly hard to write because I knew where I wanted to be by part 3 but not how to get there. I know it’s not as good as part one but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Song to play during this chapter: House of cards~

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Jimin and his new master arrive at the compound inside of the hour.  On the front gate (guarded by 3 guards- probably armed) hung a golden sign; Serendipity Gardens. Jimin felt his eyes widen as they pulled through the gate and into a wide circle, a fountain spitting water in the center.

The place was emptier than a graveyard. There where no children playing in the park. Not a person was walking in the gardens and not a soul on any of the balconies of the two upscale apartment complexes or the smaller but no less grand private residences. 

The car pulled left and into an underground parking garage. Other sleek cars were parked here. Namjoon didn’t wait for the driver to open his door when they stopped, and Jimin scuttled after him careful not to fall behind.

In the space that should have been parking, rooms had been erected- some with clear dividers and others out of plain brick. A safe was tucked into the wall as people walked this way and that; some carting crates off to storerooms.  

Everywhere there were cameras. Every door had a key card and every person was armed in some way. Revolvers where Tucked into waistbands, or in holsters on their sides, and machine guns where slung casually over shoulders as a man cleaned dirt out from under his fingernails with a switchblade. 

People nodded or cast his master greetings some even bowing. Jimin cast his gaze to his master scanning him for any budges- it didn’t look like he was armed- but Jimin was beginning to think that his new master wasn’t the kind of man who ever gave secrets away for free. 

He stopped for no one- even as they made their way down a set of stairs almost running into a group of people who were attempting to carry a large box up the flight of stares. 

“Take the fucking ramp it will be easier you idiots.” Monster growled. The youths almost dropped the box. Yes, boss, they muttered shaking in their boots. they all Scattered the second they both had passed. 

The training room on the third floor stank with the smell of sweat and blood just like his old one, Jimin’s sensitive nose stung. Blue mats where tossed on the floor while a makeshift platform with a circle made a ring in the center, while exercise equipment was pushed against a wall.

Around 20 people were clustered around the ring- watching a fight that Jimin could tell would be over in seconds. Most of them turned to bow to his master. Some of their eyes landed on Jimin- and flashed up quickly to his ears, which twitched anxiously whenever he caught someone staring. Hybrids where a common thing- most people had either met one or seen one, but most people had never seen a hybrid that looked like Jimin. Eventually, their gazes returned to the fighting ring and the two battling it out in the center. 

The mint haired man hit the floor with a final thud and did not get up. he groaned “Kook it’s a fucking Sunday- can’t you just go easy on me one time.“ 

His opponent, Kook; a boy that was both buffer and younger than Jimin smirked. “Ain’t no rest for the wicked Yoongi.” Jimin watched curiously as Kook held out a hand to Yoongi- why would he help his opponent up- it was something Jimin had never seen done.

Yoongi snorted, “Whoever said that obviously hadn’t met me Jungkook.” Yoongi slapped his offered hand away.  

“I’m just going to sleep here- wake me up if the boss shows up.” his master cleared his throat. Jimin had never seen someone get up fast as Yoongi; who snapped to attention. Namjoon merely leveled him with a slight smirk.
“You know the rules Yoongi- everyone trains.” 

“You know I’m more deadly at long distances boss.” Namjoon jumped onto the platform, and Jimin followed carefully, he felt the eyes of the assembled gangsters slowly shifting to him- the newcomer, their master’s shadow. Jimin’s black ears twitched, and his tail swished back and forth. he could sense eyes on them- and on the blood that still stained his knuckles. But no one asked his master who he was. 

Namjoon jerked his head, and Yoongi made to get off the platform, Jungkook, however, stayed put. Namjoon’s eyes flicker to Jimin and before he could ask- Jimin entered the ring with a sick feeling curling in his stomach. 

“Who’s this?” Jungkook asks, his eyes flicker to Jimin’s tail and ears. 

“Y/n’s new guard dog- but I want to see if he’s a good fit before I give her too him.” Jimin bristled. Was the fight from last night not enough to convince him that he could fight? He was good- and though he could tell by the way Jungkook moved that he knew how to handle himself, Jimin was better. He could tell by just looking at the way he placed his feet. His master’s eyes flickered to Jimin.

“You know what to do.” He said, and Jimin turned.

Jimin had Jungkook pinned in under a minute- though the young man was obviously skilled- he had never gone up against a hybrid before. People usually underestimated his strength, but his speed was Jungkook’s downfall. Jimin could smell Jungkook’s fury underneath his fingers. Jimin raised a fist- intent on knocking him out and ending the fight.  

“Stop,” Namjoon commanded, every inch of Jimin’s body froze, and surprisingly Jungkook stopped too. “Stand and face me.” He commanded Jimin did as he asked. 

Shock colored every face around the ring as Jimin turned to face his new master, dread filling up his stomach. His master appraised him with a new eye, slightly amused- but mostly pleased. “Do you know why I just had you do that?” Namjoon asks Jimin. 

Jimin could feel every pair of eyes on him and while he’d never been uncomfortable with someone’s eyes on him before- this somehow felt more intimate. 

“Because you needed to know if I would hurt a human.” As a hybrid- Jimin’s DNA was programmed to be obedient- to be pliant and not harm his human master- or any human master. The instinctual aversion was something that had been trained out of him by his previous masters again and again until it didn’t matter what species his opponent was.

“Smart and strong- what other surprises do you have?” Namjoon says, not looking for an answer.  His master turned and left the ring. Jimin scrambled to follow. Behind him, he heard the others rumble- the quiet hum of conversation. “Who’s that?” Yoongi asked Jungkook.  Jimin could feel the man’s eyes on him as he trailed away. “Trouble, I think.”

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Writing Characters Who Don’t Know How to Relationship

Hey everyone, Abby here with another writing post! Today we’re talking about those classic characters, the ones who have crushes and no idea how to act on them.

Everyone knows that one person who can’t relationship. They can’t romance and at the moment it seems hopeless, but it’s also kind of entertaining to see how things work out for them. Today I’m giving advice on how to write that character, things to do and not to do, as well as some ideas to get the inspiration flowing.

  1. So, your character doesn’t know anything about relationships. How do we know? These things usually start off with two things: a crush and a character who has no idea what to do with it. Do they act on it? Do they not? Do they stay friends? Do they just keep staring until their crush gets the message and asks them out? (That was weirdly specific but we’re rolling with it.) Who knows? Not them.
  2. We’re also going to remember that anyone can have no idea how to relationship. It’s not always the quiet kid in the back with the high grades and big glasses, please remember this. It can be the star of the basketball team or the girl who’s friends with everyone. It can be anyone.
  3. Also, there’s a difference between being “good in bed” and knowing how to maintain a proper relationship. There is a huge difference. Characters like this who get into serious relationships can end up being abusive or (more likely) only in it for the sex. If the other person wants a legitimate relationship, things aren’t going to work out.
  4. If you’re character has no idea what they’re doing, they probably fall into one of two categories. They’ve either never been in a relationship or they’ve been in multiple that didn’t make it very far. So, you could probably consider them naive when it comes to relationships. So when they get into a real, lasting one, they’re going to be in love with the idea of being involved with someone. This can often be a misunderstanding or misinterpretation; they might project that love of being in a relationship onto the person they’re with, which could lead to some major issues.
  5. Another problem is the media. It only portrays the extremes. You never see anything in the media about people in regular relationships, they’re either madly in love or falling apart. There’s no in between, and because your character has no experience to tell them otherwise they could fall into the trap of believing that’s the way real life goes. (Hint: it’s not.) This could end up creating a lot of unnecessary drama when things are going fine, because there’s nothing you would see in the news about that and your character expects action.

I just realized I’ve made this more of a list of the negatives of writing these characters. Why not some positives?

  1. This is a relationship, and it’s important to them. If your character cares, they’re going to do everything they can to keep this relationship in a healthy state. This could include things like random little surprises, trips to random places for some time away, things like that. These things are all considered endearing and will definitely earn them some Romance Points™. 
  2. If this character hasn’t been involved with anyone in a while (or ever) and they’re happy in their relationship, you bet they’re going to talk about it. This might include proclamations about how happy they are, how great their partner is, etc.
  3. If your story is set in today’s world, the Internet is a thing. They’ll probably be turning to all sorts of articles to help them out, and the fact that they’re doing this is definitely a good thing. Even if they do something wrong, they cared enough to try.

So, there are some tips to follow. Just to get the ball rolling (because this topic isn’t a stranger to anyone, I’m sure) I’m going to throw in a few examples/ideas for your clueless characters.

  • Being afraid to talk to their crush.
  • Thinking about simple exchanges (saying hello in the hallways) for ten million years.
  • Finally working up the nerve to ask their crush out.
  • The intense joy that comes after they say yes.
  • Or the bout of sadness that comes from rejection.
  • Brainstorming little things to do, like making breakfast in bed or arriving to their house with a bouquet of flowers.
  • Intense confusion about first kisses, when they should happen, how they should go.
  • Long phone calls or texting late at night, being exhausted in the morning but it’s okay because at least they got to talk.

Things like this. I would probably die of a cute overload if book characters did anything like that; maybe I’m reading the wrong genre, but I don’t think I see enough of it.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for today. Like a lot of the topics I write about, there are plenty more pointers to give, but I think this would be enough to get you going. If there’s anything you’d like to see me write about in my next post, please don’t hesitate to leave a message in my ask. Until next time, stay lovely <333

This is probably going to get hate, but I don't care. I believe this needed to be said about the TOG and ACOTAR fandoms.

Look–I’ve seen some things floating around Tumblr lately. And I’m going to be as realistic as I can here. Many won’t like my brutal honesty, but I don’t care at this point. I believe this needs to be said.

These said posts have been tagged anti-sarahjmaas, anti-tog (Throne of Glass), anti-acotar (A Court of Thorns and Roses) acomaf (A Court of Mist and Fury), acowar (A Court of Wings and Ruin), and the like.

But honestly, if you hate the thing, why the hell are you bothering to post about it–especially when it’s the whole book or series. I understand everyone’s going to like and dislike certain characters, ships, and plot points, but if it’s the whole, big scheme of things that you hate… Just don’t say it. Move on with your life and find books you actually like and obsess over those. Not ones you hate so you can ruin it for everyone else. I mean, seriously, who joins a fandom when they don’t like it? There’s the distinct prefix fan- which suggests you like it.

And don’t even get me started on when you say anti-sarahjmaas. You are literally saying you don’t support the person–not just the books. Do you even know how disrespectful that is? I don’t think you do, so I’m just gonna lay it out for you.

You wouldn’t say it to someone’s face that you’re anti-them. Think about it. You’re literally saying you despise and loathe, with every part of your being, that you hate everything about them. Their mind, soul, and body. Their religion, their sexuality, political standing, racial identity. And, if you would say it to them, you’re just awful. Hate to break it to you. Well, actually I don’t.

Basically, what I’m trying to get across to you, is to think about what you say. Yes, I know, a seemingly impossible task. Outrageous, right?

But WolfTheBookWorm, why would you ask us to think before we speak? You wail to the heavens.

Because you need to actually respect people, and if you don’t want to, just leave.

Also, I would like to add this: An author generally takes comments to heart, whether they’ll admit it or actually let it bring them down or not. I know–I am one, amateur or otherwise. You’re insulting their work–something they bleed, weep, laugh and cry over.

So just think for once–it isn’t that hard. And respect people–all people. Other fandomers. The author. Everyone.

*sighs* I’m glad I finally said it.

With that said, have a nice day, stop hating so much, and goodbye.

–WolfTheBookWorm

anonymous asked:

I don't know why, but for some reason I've always had the head canon that a little bit after petals to the metal Taako got sick. Mostly because their so freaking high up and it was turning to winter. How long do you think it would take for Magnus to notice all his sweaters are occupied by a shivering elf?

(There was a cold going around the base at that point so yes this is a quality headcanon, good work!)

It takes two passes through the main living room of the new apartment for Magnus to notice the pile of sweaters heaped on the couch. It takes a third pass before he realizes that at least one of those sweaters is his.

Upon closer inspection, all of the sweaters are his.

He figures he must have left one of his boxes in Merle or Taako’s room when they moved over here and this was their way of giving him his stuff back, but when he peels a sweater off the top of the stack to fold, a single elf ear pokes out. The rest of Taako’s head follows soon after, looking annoyed and flushed. “What the fuck, my dude,” Taako rasps.

Magnus stares while Taako’s head lists ever-so-slowly to one side. “You feeling okay, Taako?”

“I’m fine, fuck you.”

Taako is not fine. By that night his fever has gotten worryingly high and Merle and Magnus have replaced the sweaters with blankets. He hasn’t moved from the couch. Neither of them know how to take care of a sick elf, and Taako isn’t helping, choosing instead to ignore them as much as possible and bury himself under the blankets instead of answering questions or taking medicine. He makes some kind of annoyed, whining sound every time they try to talk to him.

It’s not until late that night while Magnus is absently carving a duck in the living room (too nervous to go to bed in case Taako needs anything) that he catches Taako watching him.

It’s a hazy stare, obviously unfocused, so the fever hasn’t broken yet. He’s watching Magnus’s hands move. “Wha’s that?” He almost sounds drunk.

“Carving a duck.” Magnus holds up the duck for emphasis. Taako’s gaze lifts a little and his eyes slide over the duck.

“Where’s Lup?” Taako’s voice is small and it sounds strange; Magnus isn’t used to Taako being anything but loud, ridiculous, and dramatic. His voice now sounds… more real, somehow, and Magnus is about to stand up and go looking before it registers that he doesn’t know who Taako wants.

“Who’s Lup?”

Taako thinks about that for a moment. “Not sure.” He glances around the room. His expression doesn’t change, but his ears droop a little. “Oh, right, she left.”

“She did?” But Taako is already burying himself in the blankets again.

The next morning, Taako’s fever has broken and when Magnus asks about their conversation, Taako laughs. “I don’t even remember saying that - must have been one hell of a dream. But hey, if you find a ‘Lup’ somewhere let me know, maybe she owes me some money or something.”

Magnus laughs, and promises that he will. He doesn’t know why, but something about the exchange feels wrong.

anonymous asked:

Okay so hi, I was wondering why Robbie isn't in the show anymore? I joined the fandom last season so I don't have any idea what happened behind the scenes pre-Season 12.

Writers move on! 

Robbie left the show after season 11 - IN ONE OF THE MOST SAVAGE MOVES IN NETWORK TELEVISION HISTORY BY THE WAY, MORE ON THAT BELOW - to work on some of his other projects

It was a very sad day for me but that does unfortunately happen in show business! There was absolutely some tension between Robbie and TPTB at the time, AS EVIDENCED BY HIS SAVAGE FUCKING EXIT, but I can’t speak to whether that was really a contributing factor in his decision to leave. But I like to think that it was, for the #drama of it all.

Explanation on Robbie’s SPN career and final episode, plus why I’m willing to die for him, can be found below:

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice for people who want to start writing? :)

Sit down and do it! :)

In all seriousness, though, this is such a loaded question. I don’t want to write a novel-length response, so here are some of the basics that have been most important to me, personally. This is obviously subjective, so you’re free to disregard anything/everything I suggest. 

Read: fanfiction, if that’s what you aim to publish, and then just all kinds of genres and writing styles for more exposure. If you can, discuss with others afterward, or check out reviews and discussions online. Examine why you did or didn’t like aspects of a story, and apply those factors to your own writing. It’s just the best way, I think, to get a feel for what works and what doesn’t. The works that particularly move you are probably going to be the most useful in influencing your writing.

Start small, with things like drabbles and oneshots, so you’re not easily overwhelmed. I’m a fan of writing prompts for this reason: they give you specific parameters without the burden of good ideas being on you.

If you think you can handle it, request constructive feedback from a more experienced writer. Ask specific questions about elements that are important to you or that you struggled with. What parts did you skip? Did anything confuse you? Were you compelled to read more, and why/why not? Does the pace feel right? Is the dialogue true to character?

It’s only human to feel upset or defensive after a critique, but I would emphasize that any well-intentioned reviewer won’t conflate your writing with your worth as a person, and will be genuinely invested in helping you succeed. Once you’re past your initial reaction, try to consider their feedback objectively and decide which parts, if any, have merit.

For mechanics and style, I’d recommend referring to The Elements of Style by Strunk & White, which is widely considered the authoritative source in this area, as well as something like Joseph Williams’ Style: Lessons in Clarity and Grace.

Follow writing blogs. They’re packed with great ideas and advice. I currently follow @writerniche, @thewritershandbook, and @fixyourwritinghabits, but there are SO MANY good ones around.

Keep going. As with anything in life, you learn through practice. Over time, you’ll get to know yourself better as a writer and find the kinds of stories that you were meant to tell.

Hope this helps, anon! Feel free to message me if you have follow-up questions, and good luck!

spn-samifer  asked:

"don't make it into a big deal" Drarry?

“I don’t know why I like him, Pansy.” Harry heard Draco Malfoy say. “ It’s not like one day I woke up and said ‘hey! Why don’t I fall in love with Potter today!’”

“You love me?” Harry blurted out before he could stop himself. Malfoy and Parkinson looked up at the same time. The blonde’s eyes grew wide, staring at Harry like he had three heads before looking back down at his shoes.

“Well, there’s no need for me to stay here. Bye bye.” Said Parkinson and awkwardly shuffled out of the room. Malfoy continued to glare at the floor. Harry stood there, staring at Malfoy intensity. He had had a crush on him since the start of eighth year, so what was stopping him from running up to him and kissing him desperately? “Aren’t you going to say anything?” He asked Malfoy.

Don’t make it into a big deal, okay?”

Harry gave a small laugh, to which Draco looked up at him. He looked sad. Or maybe ashamed? Harry never was good at interpreting feelings. “But it is a big deal.”

The Slytherin sighed, looking back down. “It’s not. People do this everyday.”

“You’re not people.” Harry said more seriously. “You’re Draco Malfoy. My arch-nemesis since I was eleven.” He gave another laugh. “My arch-nemesis is in love with me.”

“S’not funny.” Draco muttered.

“It’s kinda funny.”

“How is it funny?” He snapped.

Harry laughed again, walking up to him. He used his fingers to lift up Draco’s chin so that their eyes met. He leaned in and their lips met blissfully. Draco froze before relaxing and wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck. They pulled apart. Harry expected a smile to spread across Draco’s face, however all he did was arch an eyebrow. “Lifting up my chin so our eyes would meet? Very cliche, Potter.”

“I’ll try to be more original next time.”

The smile that Harry had been expecting appear on Draco’s face. “There’s going to be a next time?”

“Yeah. I’d like to think so.”

Draco looked away, trying to hide a massive smile. Harry had never seen the boy so happy, it made him want to kiss Draco all over. So he did.

Threaten my livelihood, don't be surprised when I come at you harder.

This happened a few years ago and it’s somewhat lengthy but I’ll try and keep it reasonable. TL;DR below.

It all started when I moved to Nevada with my dad because my parents had divorced relatively recently and he wanted me to stick around and help him with my younger siblings. He is the hardest working man I’ve ever met, and I didn’t have anything really going on besides kind of roaming, so when he asked if I could move in with him and just kind of be there for my little brother and sister in exchange for room and board, I wasn’t going to say no.

Anyway, we ended up moving to Nevada in our travels because he was in the mining field and there happened to be a mine there.

A little later on, he hooked me up with a job at the mine too. Nothing special, just working in the warehouse doing various duties. It paid well though and I was pretty strapped for cash so I was glad for it.

I actually enjoyed it for the first 2ish months.

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The first thing Bitty does after he gets off the phone with Jack is dial his father’s number. He takes a deep breath, reminds himself that he has something to be proud of, and hits the call button.

Coach answers on the fifth ring. “Eric?”

“Hi, Coach,” Bitty says. “I have something important to tell you.”

His father pauses, then clears his throat. “Of course.”

Bitty can’t keep the huge grin off his face as he says, “I got the captaincy. I’m the captain.”

“Really? Good for you, son. You’ll make a great captain.”

“Thanks,” Bitty replies, then adds, “it was a unanimous vote.”

He knows he’s bragging, but he can’t help it. He needs Coach’s approval.

“Unanimous vote?” Coach repeats, and Bitty can hear his father smiling.

The receiver is muffled and Coach shouts, “Suzanne!”

Bitty listens as Coach tells his mother what Bitty told him.

Suzanne gasps, then says, “Dicky, I am so proud of you! But I’m not surprised.”

“I’m proud of you too, Eric,” Coach says, and that’s the instant Bitty starts to feel the guilt. They might be proud now, but they wouldn’t be if they knew about Jack.

“Thank you,” he says, and then suddenly he has to get off the phone Right Now because his throat is closing up. “Mom, Coach, I have to go. Some friends just came in.”

“Okay,” says Suzanne, “but send us some pictures from the banquet!”

“Sure,” Bitty manages. “Bye, y’all.”

“Bye, Dicky, love you!”

“Bye, Eric.”

He hangs up and just like that, he’s crying. Bitty has every reason in the world to be happy. He has Jack, he has an amazing team, he has the captaincy, but. There’s always a but, it seems like. He knows his parents would love him less if they knew he was gay. Knows it. He wonders if it’s ungrateful to be crying in his room when his team just voted him captain. He wonders why Samwell and everything he has here can’t be enough.


**

In Georgia, Coach hangs up the phone and looks at his wife. Suzanne is frowning, hands on her hips.

“You know,” she says, “when you called my name like that, I thought that was going to be it. That he would finally tell us.”

Coach sighs and sits down with her on the sofa. “I picked up the phone and he said he had something important to tell me. I thought the same thing.”

Suzanne puts her head in her hands and slumps forward. “It’s so hard to wait. I know he must be scared to tell us. But I don’t want to ask him about it, you know? I want him to do it when he feels comfortable.”

Coach puts a hand on her back. “I know, honey. Me too.”

“I just don’t want my baby to suffer,” Suzanne tells him. “God knows he’s done enough of that.”

Coach pulls her closer. “I know,” he repeats. “I know.”