i guess that's the word

The Accursed Scritches

I came from the darkest depths of the underworld. The people of old feared me; the sound of my tail brought weeks long nightmare to those who heard it rattling. The people of old feared me so immensely they gathered their best monks to seal me inside a sad, tiny, claustrophobic little box! It’s where I live for four hundred years. Every few decades, someone would find that box, open it, and temporarily released me from my prison. I eat their soul as thanks. Even trapped in a small box, I am still feared.

But you… I don’t get you.

I came out as usual: pratically exploded out of that stupid box, heavy serpentine body dropped with a jaw-shaking thud, thin black mist perspire from the crevices of my scales. My sleek long fangs bared as I hissed, my six arms spread, brandishing each of their sharp claws.

“Well, hiya!” you said. I expected you to scream, not this. “Damn, you’re a big one.” 

You had a smile on your face. A big bright one. Why? What is wrong with you?!

“Can I touch your snout? The snoot?” You reached your hands out to me and touched me on the chin.

“The what now?” I asked, but then your fingers started to do the thing. You curled your fingers back and forth, their odd blunt tips scratching my chin, and I–

I was a puddle of black misty goo…

Keep reading

goodbye (kind of)

Don’t get me wrong I’ve been fed up with the phandom since I joined this god awful place. I’m sure people have wanted me to leave anyway, so here you go.

I wonder what dan and phil really think of you all. Surely they must know all the dumb and disrespectful shit that goes on if they lurk as much as they say they do. Then again, i wonder… if they know how bad it is here, why haven’t they said anything? Why can’t they put their audience in check? I know everything is mostly light hearted and fun but it’s not fun for me anymore. The only people who think the phandom is a peaceful utopia are the ones causing the problems. Some people are too blind to see it and some people might even try to argue with me on this post. Go ahead, I’ll leave the phandom with a fight. One last round for all the wonderful times.

You don’t ship phan? You’re homophobic and you don’t belong here. Also you just want dan to yourself and youre labeling him as straight and (if you’re lgbt+) you’re faking your own sexuality to prove a point.

You write dan/phil x reader? You’re a cringey laughing stock. You’re also homophobic. You’re also a straight white girl.

It doesn’t help that dan and phil subtly use Phan™ to make their income. There’s nothing wrong with that, but i feel like it’s driven some people in the phandom to be entitled and rude and put them on a high horse. It just normalises their invasive behavior. It feeds their fantasies to the point where they become tinhats instead of shippers. To be honest, im fucking tired of it. Not of dan and phil per se, of their audience for being so dimwitted they can’t see the obvious fan service. Look on the bright side: two already successful, rich men are being more successful and rich.

Never have I met an audience more entitled and more bratty than this one. I can’t help but feel like dan and phil did have something to do with this, seeing as they never addressed the problems within their community. (I mean, dan tried to in 2012, but that year doesn’t exist!1!!1 meanwhile 2009 is hard hitting proof. seriously get over yourself.) It’s hard work, and I’m sure in Dan’s cynical eyes theres nothing that can be done about it, but it is possible. Look at jacksepticeye’s community. When do you ever hear about drama going on there? Do you see any type of hierarchy going on there? Now look at that phandom. I mean, throwing a fit because they slept on separate floors on tour?? Get over yourself. Accusing them of queerbaiting because they act like actual friends and roommates on camera?? Come ON. Sending hate to their friends? Are you really going to stoop that low, all in the name of a fictional ship? Even worse, when popular blogs send their followers on rampages when someone goes against the norm (the norm being shipping phan and constantly overanalyzing their every move.) It’s ridiculous.

Anyway, I could go on forever about the bad stuff in this place. I’d like to mention some of the good as well. I’ve come across plenty of wonderful people who have complimented me on my writing, people who have backed me up in the ‘not-shipping-phan’ thing. I technically got in my first relationship through this fandom. I have internet friends that I never want to let go of. I’ll always remember the people who sent me kind words when I went on hiatus.

Dan and Phil are a significant part of my life. They’ve gotten me through some tough shit, they’ve made me smile. I looked at their first book on the day it was released and was glad i didn’t kill myself. Dan made me feel less alone and more comfortable with my cynicism. Phil has calmed me and made me smile when i felt like the crying would never end.

But at the same time, they’re so aggravating! Why can’t they tell their audience to cool it? Sure, people will send sarcastically rude things to Dan and everyone will laugh and have a good time. But what about when people stalk their personal lives? What if either of them has a significant other and the phandom goes into a frenzy?

That’s honestly what’s kept me here for this long. There has always been a part of me that just hopes that they’ll acknowledge phan, or come forward with a significant other. I wanted to stick around to see that. But I’ve taken the phandom’s shit for a bit too long, and I’ve seen the phandom tear my friends to pieces. I cant take it anymore.

Sidenote: this blog isn’t going to deactivate. I’ll leave it up solely for the people who read my writing (if y'all are still out there lmao.) And I’ll probably talk about me and my girlfriend here, should i find the need. I probably won’t reblog Dan and Phil anymore. Not that it matters, I’ve been losing followers anyway. If anyone cares here are my main, jse, and aesthetic blogs. You can find me there.

Anyway congratu-fucking-lations, phannies. You win.

Me: I’m gonna be super productive today and talk to people and do chores and go out into society and hey maybe I’ll even read or engage in my interests

Autistic Burnout: ʷʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ fᵘͨᵏ ʸºᵘ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ, ʷʰʸ ʸºᵘ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ, ᵐᵐᵐᵐᵐᵐ ºʰ ᵐʸ ᵍºᵈ ˢᵗºp fᵘͨᵏ'ⁿ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ

[TRANSLATION] 170219 pledis_17jp’s Twitter Update

#Saythename #SEVENTEEN

It’s the last day in Kobe!!!
Let’s be fine!!!
#Saythename #SEVENTEEN

credit: erin @ fyperformanceunit
© credit if taken out!

you know what I really like about contemporary Japanese Residential architecture? Some of it is like “fuck the outside, my house is more black than my soul, fuck windows in the front” *angry cat noises*  and then , some of it is like “what about a facade, but it’s like cheese , yea with them holes in it, made out of the most transparant construction materials u own,  please come in mi casa su casa u know”

When Jesse brings the tea outside, Hanzo is crouched in the communal garden under the beating rays of the evening sun, scowling at the tomatoes.  He’s wearing one of his ridiculous tank tops cut down below the ribs and Hana’s bug-eyed pink sunglasses.  His neck and shoulders, too, are pink with sunburn.

“Sugar, you’re gonna burn if you don’t put some sunscreen on.”

As Hanzo turns from his contemplation of the plant in front of him, Jesse realizes the sunglasses are also mirrored, making Hanzo look like some sort of very handsome praying mantis.  He tilts one of the plants towards Jesse to reveal a very large, green caterpillar.  “Genji’s dragon has been eating our tomato plants,” Hanzo says, and then, adorably, laughs at his own joke.

Jesse can’t help but guffaw along with him, it’s so cute.  “Well, at least she’s eating a healthy meal, unlike her master.”

Pleased that his joke is well-received, Hanzo rises and looks at the glass in Jesse’s hand.  “You’re one to talk. What is that? Another one of of your ‘cokes’?”

Laying on his accent thick, Jesse drawls, “Honey, this is gen-u-ine Southern sweet tea. Come into the shade and I’ll let you try some.”

Hanzo looks extremely dubious, but he rises to follow Jesse under the shade of a nearby tree. “Cold tea?” he asks with a hint of scorn.

Grinning, Jesse hands him the glass.  “Don’t knock it til you try it, Hanzo. And I reckon a cool drink will do you good.”

After a look that says we’ll see, Hanzo takes a careful sip.  An expression of disgust bordering on awe flashes across his face as he splutters, “This is vile,” and then stares at Jesse in astonishment.  “How much sugar is in this? I can feel it in my teeth!”

Jesse grins even wider.  “Well, it’s not gen-u-ine sweet tea until you get that fine sugar sediment at the bottom of the pitcher.”

Incredulous still, Hanzo takes another sip. “It’s revolting.”  He seems to be transcending their current plain of existence, he is so amazed by how wretchedly sweet the tea is.

“Aw, Sugar.  Does that mean I can have my tea back, now?”  

Hanzo looks at him over the edge of the glass.  His guileless expression says whose tea?  He takes another sip.

Jesse smiles, thoroughly charmed.  “I guess I left mine in the kitchen.”  When he comes back, Jesse brings the pitcher.

Hello!! I just found this blog like 30 seconds ago and !!!! I love it so far! I couldn’t find a set of rules, I hope I didn’t miss them but anyways; Could I please ask for romantic hcs with Ace & Robin?? Thank you!! Good luck with your blog lovely 💖💖

A/N: *sits down on the grass* …. this is my first time doing HCs EVER please don’t be too strict on me 🦆 (and thank you so much, I know this request is a bit older but I hope you still think the same about my blog!!!)


  • Let me tell you guys, Ace is probably one of the most romantic characters in the whole One Piece universe
  • Is a sucker for anything romantic like ANYTHING
  • Loves to give as much as he possibly can but gets extremely flustered if his S/O gives something back
  • “Ohh.. you got this for me? Oh.. Oh my god- I- wow- you’re perfect- I- uh, oh goD
  • Gets teased a lot by the other crewmembers but doesn’t care at all, as long as you like it he’s ready to make a fool out of himself for everyone to see
  • Makes the Whitebeard crew help with things, Thatch with the food, Marco with the right location, Vista with perfect decorations. He even threatens to burn all of their clothes if they don’t do it right…
  • …gets hit by marco afterwards
  • Loves to see his s/o smile at his presents/surprises/words etc.
  • Is very insecure, therefore always asks you about things, “Is this too much?”, “Do you like it?”, “Is this weird?” etc.  
  • Decided to ask Izo for help once, because if Izo doesn’t know the answer then no one does. “do you think they’ll like it?”, both of them once sat the whole night together and scribbled down plans for your anniversary
  • ALWAYS whispers sweet nothings into your ear, especially when he feels sad about his past :(
  • tries his best to make you feel wanted, feels like crap if he fails
  • Fell asleep once while you guys were out having a little walk by the beach
  • He wouldn’t stop apologizing for a whole week
  • You just grabbed his face and planted a big kiss on his lips and told him to shut up
  • He was a red and giggly mess afterwards
  • UGH!!!! i love ace ლಠ益ಠ)ლ


  • My queen
  • Might not be as intense as Ace (surprise) but still has a sweet spot for romantic things
  • Loves to take a walk with her s/o at night, hands intertwined, swaying lightly back and forth
  • Talks not very much, but the more time you spend together, the more she starts to talk
  • Always has this cute smile with her eyes closed and head turned slighly to the side,,, YOU KNOW WHICH ONE
  • Sometimes, when you least expect it, puts a strand of hair behind your ear, stares into your eyes for a few seconds, smiles and then “You’re so cute.”
  • You melt, you literally just meLT
  • Tries to teach you how to read poneglyphs, but you fail miserably and just stare at her in awe
  • She notices quickly but ignores it, just keeps talking and laughs quietly at you staring
  • “Any questions?” - “Hm…? Oh! Yes. I mean no. No, no questions.”
  • Her favourite thing is when you recommend her a book, because “It reminded me of you and I thought you’d like to read it.”
  • She doesn’t need all of these extra things or expensive gifts s, your love for her is more than enough
  • Still brings you expensive things from time to time
  • “Robin! You didn’t need to get me this! This looks so expensive..” - “It just looked so cute and reminded me of you. I couldn’t help myself.”
  • You’re heart eyes for her and so am I, so is the rest of the world

Some more sparkly flower crown edits, this time of @kapitan5o 

Love you and your content so much! Keep being aesthetic goals dear! ❤️


this is the first page of my bos! i finally got started on it thanks to @witches-ofcolor arranging this little event <3 thank you so much!
it’s a handmade book i bought three years ago in berlin and ive been saving it for something special like a book of shadows! 

- edit: lmfao i spelt “witch” wrong im ded i might redo this page

Hey fun fact the LGBT community was not founded as and is not a fun little party it was founded to protect each other and express things freely in safe spaces.

This whole mentality of “well technically, you’re not straight, so come and join the fun kids!” Is so dumb and wrong. This isn’t a party or a club, and though it may act as a family or a support, it’s about being safe first and foremost.

My point is I’m tired of all the “come on in welcome to the party” mentality of inclusionists because it’s not a big fucking party and pride isn’t just “being happy you’re queer,” it’s about celebrating the fact that despite the brutal oppression we have faced, we are not broken and we are still going to love ourselves.

Ace people cannot feel this way because there is no systematic oppression of them, there’s nothing they prove by being part of this. You haven’t made it through anything based on you being ace that warrants the pride that this month is based off of. Because you are not LGBT.

On writing
  • Me: Oh I know I'll just write a thing for this trashy pairing haha how fun I'll just make it a straightforward one-shot shippy thing that I don't need to take seriously.
  • Me: *Writes several thousand words of set-up* okay I guess that's fine...
  • Me: *Plans layers of complicated emotional subtext* okay I guess we can have some of that *Writes several more thousand words before getting past the first real shipping scene* uhhhh okay so guess it'll be chaptered...
  • Me: *Plans entire rest of story and realises it's already out of control* goddamit me why are you like this.

@tereziweek day 4: au day

i tend toward humanstuck, so take a bloodswap 

“A couple weeks, maybe.”

At my going away happy hour thing someone asked how long I was planning to take off before looking for a new job. “That’s it? Take a month, at least.”

Today marks 3 months.

My former manager offered to review my resume when I finally got tired of hiatus-ing. I sent it to them last week.

So now I’ve got a resume I can send out or whatever one does with those things these days. Put it on LinkedIn, I guess. I’ll worry about that when I get back from Sweden.

Every YouTube video I’ve watched on ‘traveling to Sweden’ or ‘how to speak Swedish’ or 'what have I gotten myself into with this whole Sweden thing’ has included a line about how almost everyone in Sweden speaks English so just go with that, no really, it’s fine. So there’s that.

Extended versions of the above have been on my mind a lot lately. I thought I’d worked through it all and settled on a plan, but apparently there’s something I’m missing.

I was hoping this concert would distract me for a while, but since I wrote most of this out between the penultimate and ultimate bands, I guess that didn’t work out.

The talking smoke detector with an overactive imagination also didn’t work out. It may have been murderized after thinking there was a fire between 2 and 5 am for the fourth time in a month.

anonymous asked:

the epilogue song for damien makes me think of him writing a letter trying to apologize for everything he's done, yet he cant find the exact words he wants to use or that hes written this letter so many times and it hasnt felt right each time that he resigned to giving up and stop trying to get it exactly right, even though he's still got that mindset that everything /has / to be right hes trying to so hard to just get it done and over with

fuck.. thats. yeah.

Peeps! My Husband Wrote a Hannigram Drabble. Whuuut?!

He betas a lot of my AO3 stuff, so I guess he had read enough and decided to take a stab at it. 

Originally posted by oh-dr-lecter

As the day’s waning brilliance showered the bedroom of the chateau in prismatic fractures, broken haphazardly by the chiseled antique glass window, that golden light folded across Hannibal’s muscular form in perfect chiaroscuro. His gaze was intent upon his darling boy, lazily sprawled across the mahogany four-poster.  

Will drank in the visual of his lover’s body, that succulent splendor, and ached to draw the back of his fingers along those perfect lines, tracing muscles with the faint touch of his nails, disbelieving the reality of it all, feeling it all just too perfect to be true and waiting for the touch, the touch that would prove it real.

- By Mr. WrathoftheStag