i don't think it's the best

hello it is i, here to yell again

remember how ryuji barely knew us, didn’t have a persona, and no fighting ability but still told us to run

then still came BACK to the metaverse bringing a toy gun not having any idea it’d be useful, just brought it because he wanted to do SOMEthing to help? 

REMEMBER HOW HE STOOD BY US WITH ZERO REASON TO BESIDES HE’S GOT A BIG HEART THAT LOVES AND PROTECTS EVERYONE AND WOULD HAVE SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR US WITH ZERO REASON TO BESIDES HE’S GOT A DAMAGED HEART THAT THINKS HE’S NOT WORTH SAVING HIMSELF?

ok i am done now, stay tuned for more yelling that i’m sure will come

You know, for a fandom so full of amazing writers and creators you are all so quick to jump and judge the showrunners and the writers like you don’t know how the process works.

When you write a certain storyline you do it because you think that’s the best road to take to tell your story. And sometimes your readers question it, because you could have taken a different road, or maybe they think they can do better than you. But you know that’s not true, because it’s your story, and you know you are being very clever about it, you know that everything you do, you do for a reason.

And sometimes when you come up with a scene, you get so exicted, because it fits so perfect, sometimes you feel like it’s the best dang thing you’ve ever come up with, and you see a dozen of different roads to go from there, and you can’t wait to share it with your readers, you can’t wait to take them on that journey. But it’s a complex thing. Sometimes you gotta focus on one thing before you can go to the next. Sometimes you have to spend hours or even days developing storylines you don’t even want to develop until you can jump to the good stuff, but you know that’s what you gotta do. Fore the sake of the story. For the bigger picture.

And sometimes that’s what our showrunners and writers do, too. Sometimes they come up with scenes they think are so great, so exciting and they can’t wait to share it with us. And even when we don’t like it, they are proud of it because it’s their hard work put into it, and they too think they are being clever about it, keeping in mind the oh so important bigger picture, knowing it will all make sense later, even when we can’t see that.

And sometimes they mess up, sometimes they get so caught up in the story they don’t see how someone might get hurt in the process. And sometimes they just get tangled in that annoying part where they have to develop part of the story that no one wants to see developed, sometimes not even them. But it has to be done, to complete the picture, to have everything set into place later, because it’s a growing process, that never stops, and it’s a complex puzzle with so many pieces, but someone has to put them all together.

And the ones that are putting it together are just people. Just like you. And sometimes they will make mistakes, and sometimes people will get hurt, and sometimes they will infuriate you so much, you will want to just unleash all your anger on them, but before you do remember they are just like you. Writing a story, taking paths you might not have taken but it doesn’t mean they won’t reach the same goal.

@god-damn-it-miranda you, my dear, are an angel. I mean, I can’t say I agree with you, but it means the world that you think so. In fact, if anyone is the gorgeous piece of gold here its you. But you’re the sweetest. Thank you, babe❤

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
  • * * *
  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fandom: OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*

anonymous asked:

Hey I'm bi and I think my dog is trying to set me up with girls? Every time I take her for a walk she avoids children and men but the second it's a lady she rolls over and acts cute. If they try and walk away? She cries. They don't have to be petting her or anything if they chill with me she's happy. I have zero game so I've only gotten long conversations with hot ladies. Normally straight ones but my dog doesn't think I should be picky lol.

a woman’s best friend and wingwomen

The signs as Graham Norton quotes from Eurovision 2017
  • <p> <b>Aries:</b> I wonder if something was wrong technically. Of if he's just not great<p/><b>Taurus:</b> It gets quite good *host appears* oh not this bit<p/><b>Gemini:</b> If you think my job's easy, just wait till you see the guy pretending to play the saxophone for 3 minutes<p/><b>Cancer:</b> If Zombies did aerobics, it would look a bit like this<p/><b>Leo:</b> She claims she's the only yodeller in Romania. Maybe that's because the others don't talk about it... It's probably the first rule of yodel club<p/><b>Virgo:</b> (there's so much love in this room) NOT FOR YOU ALEX<p/><b>Libra:</b> (now it's time to say goodbye) -goodbye.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> Is he going to die?<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> (greetings from Denmark, where I am) We believe you<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> That boy is a boy<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> Really? That's the best part of Tallinn they could find? Oh, wait they gave us six points? I take it all back, Tallinn looks lovely<p/><b>Pisces:</b> *silence* sniggering<p/></p>

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Do you ever think about Harry and Draco dancing? Because I do, a lot.  I don’t even think I can do it justice. It’s just


A comfortable living room, the couch and armchairs have all been pushed back. The window is open letting in the distant sound of laughter, a few crickets chirping, a cool breeze creeping in that smells sweet and heavy with dew. There is only a lamp on and the light is muted. A wireless is playing softly in the corner. Draco hums along and Harry smiles. He rests his forehead on Draco’s shoulder, into the curve of his neck. He closes his eyes, breathes out the weight of the day. Draco leads with an easy grace, a firm hand on Harry’s waist. He leans his cheek against Harry’s hair, not really thinking as he guides them in loose looping circles of a waltz danced a hundred times to be danced a thousand times more in this place they built together

movement test!! still have some small things to fix yet but for the most part the animation meme’s coming along nicely!! :0

Throne of Glass family tree - as of Queen of Shadows

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The interaction between Weiss and Ruby in the volume 3 finale is some of the best stuff in the entire series in my opinion. They have such a trust and quiet understanding with one another. The way they reach out for each other. 

The way Weiss stands in front of Yang, trying to shield Ruby from seeing her sister in such a way for as long as she possibly can

To Weiss’ immediate insistence on following Ruby into an unknown fight because she refuses to let Ruby go into it alone. 

To their final moment where Weiss, a girl who once told Ruby she didn’t belong anywhere near Beacon, told that same girl “you can do this” with such confidence and support. 

It’s only my opinion, but I think they have the best partnership in the show. They’ve come so far and reached a point where they bring out the absolute best in one another and if THIS is what they will be like when they reunite and as they go forward - I can’t wait to watch. 

  • Hannibal: I know we've been talking about eloping, Will. But I've always wanted a church wedding.
  • Will: We can't have that, we're in hiding. Who would we even invite?
  • Hannibal: Chiyoh, Alana, Margot, Bedelia, Freddie, the entire FBI...
  • Will: Hannibal-
  • Hannibal: And for a venue I was thinking the Sistine Chapel .
  • Will: I'm not Catholic.
  • Hannibal: I'll take care of all the food, so you don't need to worry about that. I love cooking for a large crowd.
  • Will: I don't think this would work.
  • Hannibal: We're having a church wedding, Will Graham. You are going to walk down the aisle while a choir of 30 boys sings this ballad in Archaic Latin I wrote for you. You will be married off by Jack Crawford who Chiyoh will hold at gunpoint. Chiyoh will be my best man and she will be wearing every single flower mentioned in Dante's Paradiso and will hold a platinum ring with no fewer than seven diamonds. I've been planning this since I first set eyes on you, Will. It's. Going. To. Happen.

Victuuri Week: Day 5

(Yuuri: Family) 

I like to think that they’d be the best dads seeing as they both have so much love to give. 

My headcanons for the kid include:

  • her being influenced by Yurio’s style
  • the triplets taking her under their wing immediately because they’ve always wanted a younger sibling
  • Victor doing her hair all the time and she loves the little braids he does

Also if you’re wondering how Makkachin is still alive, it’s because she’s immortal. Everyone is immortal, no one’s dying. 

  • The first time you read The Thief: A penniless thief is let out of prison in order to be forced on a road trip and he really just wants to go home.
  • The second time you read The Thief: In the most ingenious move of political intrigue of the millennium, a penniless thief is let out of prison in order to be forced on a road trip and he really just wants to go home.
How them 2000s live actions kids shows be
  • Normal Girl: *internally* I'm just a normal high school girl. I suck at math. I hate my parents. When someone asks me about my opinion on complex socioeconomic issues, I just go "What the heck!?" and start "texting" or something like that. My life would be just like yours, except for one thing: I have an amazing power... I can talk to cetaceans!
  • *at the docks, a bell tolls as our normal protagonist hears the voices of cetaceans bubbling in her mind*
  • Normal Girl: *staring deeply into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: Ahoy! What're you doing?
  • Normal Girl: Just staring into the oceanic abyss, thinking about how much I hate my parents. *internally* I have to keep my ability to speak to cetaceans secret or else... uh...
  • Best Friend: Haha, I feel that, friend. What a colorful life we teens live, our seaside environment awakening a rumbling darkness within ourselves of which we mull on our own with nothing but the unbounding depths of the ocean as our one escape. An escape which serves to only maim our fragile egos with newfound adolescent anxieties.
  • Normal Girl: What are you even talking about?
  • Best Friend: I don't know. I haven't slept in a week. Let's go to the mall.
  • *at the mall*
  • Normal Girl: *internally* My town might as well be called Lamesville. Nothing ever happens here, but the mall can be pretty fun. It's only place in the whole town with anything in it that isn't fish or excessive amounts of woodlice.
  • Best Friend: ...So I'd just dance and I'd dance until my feet broke. When that happened, I'd just get up and dance on my broken feet. And I did this until they were raw and blood was everywhere. I kept waking up in the morning extremely exhausted after this dream. I decided to record myself one night and it turns out I was dancing in my sleep. I haven't slept since I saw that. *leans in close to the normal girl* I'm afraid of what I'll do in my sleep.
  • Normal Girl: Wow, sounds weird... I guess. *sips coffee*
  • Best Friend: OMIGAWD! It's Chad Alphakid. He's coming this way!
  • *the normal girl and her best friend squee*
  • Normal Girl: *externally* That's Chad Alphakid. Who is he? He's only the hottest most coolest boy in this entire lame city. I've been crushing on him since I was like twelve.
  • Chad: Uh, okay.
  • Normal Girl: Did I just say that out loud!?
  • Chad: *sits at the table* Listen, I don't care what you or your friend think of me. I need help!
  • Best Friend: Have you murdered somebody?
  • Normal Girl: Do you need a girlfriend?
  • Chad: No, it's the ocean. The sound of her waves crashing against the shore is like a faultless siren song. There isn't a single night where I don't have visions of floating within her cold embrace. The allure of her boundless depths beckon to me like a lover. I'm afraid that if I don't get help soon, I'll find myself taken away by her to a fate unknown.
  • Normal Girl: *internally* Great, this is a chance to finally use my power to speak to cetaceans to my benefit! *externally* But why do you need us to help you?
  • Chad: You guys are the biggest fucking degenerate weirdos in this washed up town. If anyone knows how to deal with this, it's you two.
  • Best Friend: Haha, truuuuuu!
  • Normal Girl: I'm not a weirdo! I'm a completely normal girl.
  • Chad: Dude, you fucking talk to fish.
  • Best Friend: You do talk to fish.
  • Normal Girl: I don't talk to fish! *internally* I talk to cetaceans, they're mammals, not fish. Also, that's supposed to be a secret, dammit!
  • *at the shore*
  • Chad: Ah, Mother Ocean! Take me!! Take me!!! *attempts to run into the ocean, but gets held back by the normal girl and her best friend*
  • Best Friend: Simmer down, aqualad!
  • Chad: Why did you fools take me here, if not to release into the embrace of sweet Mother Ocean!?
  • Normal Girl: We talked it over and we decided that the best way to get you over your obsession is make you hate the ocean.
  • Chad: Does it involve you talking to fish?
  • Normal Girl: Yes, I mean no. I mean, fuck! Cetaceans aren't fish.
  • *the normal girl sits at the edge of shore, her eyes rolls up in her head as she proceeds to make fucked up porpoise sounds*
  • Normal Girl: *falls over limp*
  • Best Fried: She died.
  • Chad: Does this mean that I'm free to wade into Mother Ocean and meet my fate among her ever chaotic waes?
  • Best Friend: *lets chad go* Yeah, dude. I'm too far gone to care about things anymore.
  • Chad: *strips off all of his clothes* Good. I now understand that there was no avoiding this. This was always a forgone conclusion. My fate is with the waves. Sayonara, weird best friend guy.
  • Chad: *runs into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: *kicks the normal girl's body* Guess she really is dead.
  • Best Friend: *walks home as the night encroaches* My closest friend is dead, and Chad is probably dead too. I wonder where my fate lies?
  • Best Friend: *yawns* Maybe I should go to sleep and just dance myself to death finally. No, I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to anymore. I'm probably going to die from exhaustion in the next few days, not having felt rest or comfort again. Or maybe I'll just stay awake forever. I feel like I was supposed to have an epiphany here, or some type of awakening. But, there's nothing. I feel like everything I've ever done has been pointless. God, I'm just really tired.
  • *back at the shore*
  • Porpoise: *beaches itself*
  • *a gray fleshy version of the normal girl crawls halfway out of the porpoises mouth*
  • Normal Girl: There goes my corpse! *drags her weird porpoise body towards the corpse* Why did I die with such a dumb expression on my face? Lame! I hope Chad didn't see.
  • Normal Girl: *looks around with beady eyes* No one's here. I can finally do this.
  • Normal Girl: *kisses her dead body on the lips* Blargh!
  • Normal Girl: *spits out blood* I bit my tongue when I died. Gross. I guess I can cross making out with my dead body and becoming a mermaid off of my bucket list, though.
  • Normal Girl: *sighs*
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favourite eurovision 2017 songs {before the contest}

Lena is definitely that girl who is content to suffer silently with her affections into eternity. 

She’s ‘never had a friend like Kara before’ and she wouldn't risk losing it for anything. Not after everything else she’s lost.

And, in some ways, she can’t imagine being closer to Kara than she is. She’s already revealed so much of herself to her. Hell, she already sends Kara flowers and goes on ‘dates’ and pays for their dinner (Of course, Kara pays for it every odd time, despite Lena’s “But I’m rich!” efforts. But Lena still feels some kinda something when it’s her turn to do so).

And Lena knows very well how she really feels about Kara. She’s fairly emotionally self aware, what with the threat of some hidden internal darkness always looming. But even without that, how could she not know?

It’s like a bolt of electricity straight to the chest.

She feels it whenever Kara laughs at something Lena said and always, without fail, ducks her head as she does so. 

She feels it whenever Kara makes silly faces in conversation to make Lena laugh in return.

She feels it whenever Kara gets that crinkle in her forehead when Lena talks about something that’s bothering her.

She feels it whenever Kara hugs her, which is every single time they part ways.

And to her own surprise, she feels it whenever Kara calls her her friend. 

Or perhaps, in this case, it’s less like electricity and more like… a warmth in the center of her chest.

It should probably feel wrong, for Kara to call her her friend when she has not-friend feelings for her. Like it’s less than what she wishes she had. 

But it doesn’t. It feels right. It feels like more than she ever could have imagined.

It feels like an honor. 

And when Kara calls her her best friend, oh, Lena thinks her heart could explode from the sun suddenly contained within it. 

Instead, the warmth spreads throughout her body and settles into her bones and she thinks, 

“Yeah, this is enough. This could be enough.”