i had doubts in posting this one


Portraits of Halo

15 years ago today (Nov 15, 2001) Halo and the Xbox were released. At first, i didn’t pay the console, or the game, much mind. I had my doubts about Microsoft and this relatively unknown shooter brought over from the computer world, so i figured i’d give the system a pass for the time being. Over the next few months though, i kept hearing good things about Halo. It got rave reviews in the magazines and a few people i knew played it non stop. But still, i held off. Then one night, i stopped by my friends house to hang out for a bit. After a while, he asked if i wanted to play some games and suggested we dive into a few levels of Halo, Co-op.

We played the first 4-5 areas straight through and about 30 minutes in, i was completely hooked. I can’t overstate the amount of joy and fun i had. Headshotting grunts, driving the warthog off cliffs while blasting the horn, and watching groups of Covenant scatter and curse at me in their alien language as i chucked a grenade right in the middle of them, had me smiling from ear to ear. And playing it all with a friend, cooperatively (which was something i had never really done before), brought the experience to a completely new level. The controls were tight, the AI was fantastic and the levels were massive. I couldn’t ask for much more when it came to gameplay.  

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Having grown up in Norway, which in many ways is a similar country to Scotland, I have practically no doubts Scotland /can/ survive as an independent nation.

(Obviously I also have plenty of reasons why Scotland /should/ be independent, but that’s not the topic of this post)

Growing up, I was taught in school about how Norway was treated as just another region of Denmark, and then later ruled by Sweden, for a total of about 500 years. Since going independent, Norway’s gone from being one of the poorest countries in Europe to being one of the richest in the world. And sure, oil had a great deal to do with that, but Scotland’s got about the same amount of oil as Norway does, and a roughly similar population.

Basically, I’m seeing a lot of parallels here, and I’m convinced if Norway could go independent and succeed, Scotland can as well

Posting my HQ Rarepair Exchange gift for Brianna ( @anime-does-it-best​ lmao) super last minute! 

This was for your prompt of BokuOi and post-apocalyptic settings. I had a couple ideas behind this, like, in the future some disease starts spreading through cities and involves zombie-like symptoms. Oikawa, a young but dedicated botanist, has a theory on a few plants that might lead to a cure. He embarks with former college classmates to hunt down the few remaining specimens of the plant species to then bring back to his lab. Along the way he has his doubts, but he’s reassured by one of their especially resilient companions…

**also i had such an intense internal debate over whether bokuto would still be able to dye/style his hair… went with a compromise

I haven’t had an ounce of doubt about Johnlock becoming canon in the 18 months I’ve spent researching the background of the show and i don’t have an ounce of doubt now considering there are a hundred logical arguments to be made that support it and only one emotional argument against it. That’s it. Take your emotions out. Take what you want to have happen out. Delete that pesky sentiment and use that machine of a brain i know you all have to look at the facts. Johnlock is happening. Anyone else who messages me doubting it will get this post as a response. Just a heads up.

Just Say It (Negan/Daryl x Reader)

Word Count: 3,709 (not even sorry xD)

Warnings: Cursing,

(Part 1)

This the second part to “This Is It.” Sorry it took so long! I had a lot of doubts about this one, but I hope y'all enjoy it!


“Here we are! Welcome to your new home, sweetheart.”

My eyes slowly opened to reveal a big factory. There were walkers chained and impaled by posts as well as severed walker heads on the tips of stakes at the front gate. Behind it was a run-down but bustling factory. “The Sanctuary!” I blinked at him as he proudly beamed at it. “Isn’t it gorgeous?” He asked, smirking at me.

“Dazzling,” I muttered.

“Aww, don’t be like that, baby,” he consoled, rubbing my shoulder. “You’re gonna love it here!” With a wink, he hopped out of the car and jogged over to my door, opening it. “M'lady,” he offered his hand to me. Sniffing, I rejected him and got out by myself. “Independent woman,” he snorted. I gasped as I was suddenly pulled back. “Girl, you are turnin’ me on already.” His warm breath fanned over my cheek causing a shiver to go up my spine. Wriggling out of his grasp, I distanced myself from him. The hungry look in his eyes made me want to completely disappear, but I endured it for the sake of my family.

Christ,” he whispered, biting his lip. “I better get you to your room before I get anymore ideas.” Without warning, he snatched my arm and effortlessly tugged me into him, snaking an arm around my waist. “This way.”

As we walked through countless halls and corridors, everyone we passed would kneel and bow their heads in submission. If there was one thing I figured out in that moment, it was that no one in the place dared crossing him. After a few more minutes of walking, we stopped at a large, apartment-like room.

He turned to me with a wide grin. “Make yourself at home, sweetheart.”

Inwardly rolling my eyes, I stepped in and looked around the room. It was decently furnished with a small kitchen set directly across the way with cabinets and a counter with a sink straight across the way, an oven in the left corner and a refrigerator. A queen-sized bed sat at the left side, a small leather chair at the right side with a small, 30-inch screen TV on a dresser, and a few decorations to liven up the place. There was a door at the back, which I assumed was the bathroom. “Uh, thanks,” I mumbled, struggling to look back at him.

“Awh, no need to thank me now, babe.” He sauntered towards me, tucking a strand of (y/h/c) hair behind my ear. “That’ll come later.” My cheek suddenly burned as his lips attached themselves and lingered there for what seemed like minutes. He pulled away with an evil wink. “I’ll be right back. I’ve got some business to take care of. Go ahead and settle yourself in.” Without another word, he left the room.

Although these people seemed cruel and ruthless, especially in consideration of their “fearless leader,” I assumed they must enjoy treating their guests well. I knew for a fact that this was all a charade to lure people into joining their army. The only thing I can do is resist, but for how long and at what cost? If I deny Negan’s power and refuse to bow to him, will I end up as a prisoner?

Am I not already a prisoner?

Fighting the tears in my eyes, I shook the feeling and made my way into the bathroom to take a shower and try to relax.

Three loud knocks woke me from my short nap. “Hey, sweetheart!” A familiar voice called from outside. “Let me in!” Reluctantly, I stood from my bed and trudged to the door, unlocking it and allowing it to swing open revealing Negan leaning on the doorframe with Lucille in tow. “Hi there,” he greeted, licking his lips.

“Hi,” I replied dryly.

“Nice to see you, too,” he chuckled. “I wanted to show you a couple of things. Come on.” Without argument, I followed him out. As soon as we turned the corner, we ran into Dwight and someone in a grimy pair of sweats. Quickly, they kneeled and bowed their heads.

“Dwighty boy!” Negan greeted, chuckling. He looked at the others around them.

“I need to talk to my associate for a minute. Go about your business.” Immediately, they went back to work. He turned to the man behind him. “Except for you. You, stand right there.” He looked at me with a sickeningly sweet smile. “You wait with him, sweetheart.”

Dwight took the man in sweats and took him over to a red chair sitting in the hall across from my room. “Sit,” he commanded. He quickly obliged. While Negan pulled Dwight aside, I got a good look at the man. His greasy hair fell in his face, his skin was an unwashed tangerine color, and his clothes were covered in his own sweat as well as the letter “A” written with yellow spray paint.

My heart fell in realization. “Daryl?!” I gasped, stepping closer to him. He slowly looked up at me. My heart broke seeing his eyes a dull grey color instead of their usual brilliant blue.

“Don’t speak to him,” Dwight warned, making his way back over to us.

“What’ve you done to him?!” I fumed, balling my hand into a fist and kneeling next to Daryl.

“Easy, girl.” Negan tried to calm me down, placing a hand on my shoulder and pulling me away from him. “Dwight, meet me in a few minutes. Let’s go, darlin’.” Without another word, he took Daryl down the hall and outside as we continued the other direction.

“What the hell is he doing here?!” I blurted out.

“He seemed useful,” he shrugged. “And since he’s so important to you, I just had to take advantage.” He stopped and stared me straight in the eye. “You slip up even once, and his head is on the chopping block.”

“You sick bastard,” I jeered, glaring coldly at him.

“Woah woah woah, now! I’m keeping him alive unless you want him to end up like your other two friends.” Sadly, I lowered my head and held my tongue. There’s no telling what they’re doing to him here! He looked so beaten and broken, and it made my heart ache to see him that way. As long as he’s not at the mercy of Lucille, I guess he’s in good shape.

“Can I at least know where you’re keeping him?” I gingerly inquired.

“Why?” He stopped in his tracks, facing me. “You gonna break him out? You gonna run back to him and leave me hangin’?” The intensity in his voice caused me to shrink back from him as he stepped closer. “Not cool. Honey, you might want to think about your decisions because you could be the deciding factor between whether or not your people are kept alive. Got it?” Without uttering a word, I quickly nodded.

“Good. I wanna show you somethin’ real quick.” I suddenly realized we were in a much nicer looking hallway as he pulled me to a set of double doors. I looked in to see seven young women–some even younger than me–in black dresses sitting around, doing their hair and makeup, drinking scotch, smoking, and silently talking.

“These,” he spoke, catching my attention, “are my wives. These lovely ladies have been with guys who get themselves into some pretty sticky situations. Take Sherry for example.” He pointed to a petite woman with short, honey blonde hair and a pretty face. “She and her now ex-husband and her sister ran off with some of our goods after I planned on marrying her sister. They came back, their sister was dead, and I was gonna punish them,” he trailed off, lifting Lucile into his line of vision, “but Sherry offered to marry me. And here she is now,” he chuckled, nodding in her direction. “Now, the reason why I don’t keep you in here with these ladies is because I have a lot of respect for you.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m not gonna propose here and I won’t force you, but–I’m just sayin’–I can offer you a better deal. That room you got is private and all but I have a suite right next to mine.” He leaned in. “I can move you in up there.” His eyes petrified me as he moved even closer. “But only if you accept my offer.”

“W-what offer?” I stammered as he inched nearer, his lips dangerously close to mine.

“Well, you’re a smart girl. I’m sure you can figure that part out yourself.” His lips barely brushed mine before the radio in his pocket went off.

“It’s D,” Dwight’s voice came over the radio. “Are we still meeting?”

With a deep, frustrated sigh, he ducked away and pulled out his walkie. “Yeah. You gotta work on your timing, man.”

“Did I interrupt something?” He awkwardly inquired.

“Sorta.” He waved it off. “It’s fine. I’ll be there soon.” He switched it off and put it in his back pocket. “Sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart. But as I said, the offer stands. All ya gotta do is accept it when you’re ready.” He placed his arm on the small of my back and led me away to the catwalk we passed on our way in.

Seconds later, Dwight joined us. “Heya, D! How ya doin’?”

“Not too bad,” he answered, leaning forward the railing. “Hi, (Y/n),” he acknowledged me. I nodded at him with a half grin. His greeting didn’t quell the grudge I held against him for everything he’s done to us, especially Daryl.

“He is going ape-shit!” He chuckled, leaning back on the railing.

“Yep,” Dwight nodded, silently proud of his work. I glowered at him.

“And you? You are hustlin’. It’s working. It’s working slow but, hey, some people are harder to break than others.”

“Yeah,” Dwight agreed, standing up straight. “He’s close.”

“Yeah, he is,” Negan smirked. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stick around for their conversation. If I hear about anything they’re doing to him, I’ll go ape-shit myself.

“Hey, er… Negan?” I spoke up in a sweet voice.

“What’s up, darlin’?” He asked, looking down at me.

“Do you care if I look around a little bit?” I asked, turning to him and running a finger up his chest. “So I can, you know, find my way around?”

He stared down at me with lustful eyes as my finger traveled up to his chin. “Well, uh-”

“C'mon. Just for a little while?” My insides burned as I batted my eyes at him.

Shaking off his awestruck look, he nodded and said, “Sure. Just make sure you’re back in your room in 10 minutes.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I wanna show you somethin’ else.”

“Can’t wait,” I replied in the same tone.

“Ooh, warming up to me already?” That devilish smirk brushed over his pearly white teeth. “I love it. See ya in 10.” As I turned to leave, I felt his hand squeeze my butt. It took everything in me not to turn back around and smack him across the face. I took in a deep breath, and made my way back to my room. “That’s a woman right there, D!” I shuddered as I distinctly heard him brag to Dwight.

As soon as I got there, I began to hear music. It was upbeat, peppy, and somewhat irritating. After a few more seconds, it abruptly stopped. Before I could step into my room, it started again. It was already starting to get on my nerves, so I decided to investigate and marched down the hall towards the music.

Before I could reach the source, my heart jumped at the sight of Daryl sneaking out of his cell. Luckily, no one was around to see him but me. “Daryl!” I whisper-yelled at him. He snapped his head in my direction and ran to me as quickly and silently as possible. As soon as he reached me, he threw his arms around my waist and buried his head in my shoulder as my arms went around his neck. I tried my best to ignore the putrid scent of his clothes as we held each other there. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked tearfully, pulling away and looking at him.

“They think I’m useful,” he grunted, looking back at me. “They ‘been tryin’ to break me this whole time.”

“Come with me,” I offered. “I can get you some real food and a nice shower-”

“I can’t do that, (Y/n). It’ll get one of us or someone back home killed.”

“At least let me show you where I’m staying. We’ve got to be quick, though. Negan will be there in about 5 minutes.” Daryl nodded hesitantly, and followed me down the hall to my room. “If you ever need anything, come by when you can. Otherwise I’ll bring you something.” I hugged him once more before pointing towards the exit. “The exit’s that way.”

“I ain’t leavin’ without ya,” he argued. “I can’t leave you here by yourself.”

“You have to,” I countered. “Like you said: someone will end up dead. Go without me.” He shook his head. “Please, Daryl,” I begged, placing my hands on his shoulders and forcing him to face me. “Just go.”

With a sigh, he squeezed me one last time. “I’ll come back for ya.”

“If I can get out,” I mumbled, pulling away from him. Without another word, he snuck towards the exit. I quickly went back into my room, sat on the leather chair and waited for Negan to come by. Before too long, I heard a knock on my door. I shot out of my place, and made my way to the door, opening it to see that same smug face scanning me up and down.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he winked. “Find your way around all right? No issues with getting lost?”

“Oh no,” I waved him off. “No problem.” I put on a fake, sultry smile for him. “So, what’s the plan?”

He cleared his throat. “Well, now I’m gonna show you-”

The static on his walkie suddenly caught our attention as a voice said, “We’ve got a runner.” My heart stopped.

They caught him.

God only knows what they’re gonna do to him now.

An amused grin stretched across his lip. “Finally, we’ve got some action around here! Let’s go, babe! I want you to see this!” Reluctantly, I followed behind him, fighting my stomach as it twisted and churned. We went through the exit to see nine Saviors circled around Daryl. He started that damned two-toned whistle again, swinging Lucille over his shoulder and adding in a different tune shortly after as he made his way to the center of the circle.
With a sigh, he asked, “Are we pissin’ our pants yet?” I stood outside the circle as Daryl watched him carefully. “Who are you?” Negan asked Fat Joey.

“Negan,” he answered.

“Who are you?” He pointed Lucille at the Savior behind him.


“Who are ya?!”

“Negan!” The whole group answered.

“You see that?” He chuckled. “I am everywhere. And this was your shot to prove to me that that fundamental fact was sinking in, and you failed. Which sucks, because your life was about to get so much cooler. Am I right?”

“Damn right,” Joey answered.

Negan stepped closer to him, pressing Lucille to the ground next to his bare feet causing him to jump back a little. “Now, Dwight gave you some options. I don’t think you get it yet. So I’m gonna break it down for you. You get three choices.” He paused for a moment, holding up a finger. “One, you wind up on the spike and you work for me as a dead man. Two, you get out of your cell, you work for points, but you’re gonna wish you were dead. Or three, you work for me, you get yourself a brand-new pair of shoes, and you live like a king! Choice seems pretty obvious. You should know, there is no door number four,” he said, shaking his head. “This is it. This is the only way.”

Daryl remained silent, giving him his trademark side-glare. Part of me wanted him to give in, but the rest of me wanted him to keep fighting. Negan chuckled, fastening his grip on Lucille. “Screw it.”

A yelp escaped my lips as he swung her through the air. I lurched forward, but was stopped by the Savior standing next to Fat Joey. Negan abruptly stopped in front of Daryl, who didn’t move an inch. “Wow!” He backed away from him. “You don’t scare easy. I love that! But Lucille… Well, it kind of pisses her off. She finds it to be disrespectful.” He pointed her at Daryl. “Lucky for you, she’s not feeling too thirsty today.” His face grew darker. “But I am. So…” His face suddenly brightened up again. “I’m gonna go get me a drink. And what better drink is there than this tall glass of-” he turned to see me still being restrained. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asked the Savior holding me rightly.

He turned pale. “I-I was just-”

“How many times do I have to tell you numb-skulls?” He shook his head, grabbing my arm and pulling me back to him. “No one messes with her!” His voice was at its maximum volume and intensity. “If anyone’s gonna handle her, it’s ME!” He took a deep breath, pressing his lips to the top of my head, then led us both out of the circle.

The whistling started again, and the Saviors surrounding Daryl proceeded to beat him up. “Aren’t you gonna stop them?” I asked, trying to hide my concern. “I mean, that’s nine against one.”

“That’s protocol for any prisoner that escapes,” he nonchalantly replied.

Nine against one? That’s more than unfair.

Negan and I waited in my room for Dwight to come in with Daryl. I leaned back on the counter while he sat in the chair. This time, they were going to see if they could get him to comply and join them. At this point, it might be best. Maybe we need to stop fighting to survive and allow them to rule us.

The knob turned, and the door creaked open. “Step in,” Dwight ordered Daryl.

He quietly shuffled in, keeping his head down. My heart broke seeing him so tired, beaten up and bloodied.

“Je-sus,” Negan placed Lucille on the floor and stood from the leather chair.

“You…look awful.” Well, what else did he expect?! “Don’t you worry. We’ll have Carson fix you all up. You thirsty? Here.” He handed him a glass of water. “Ah, hell, I forgot. Your mouth is all… puffed up like a baboon’s ass. Need a straw? D, give him a straw. What’s wrong with you?” I wasn’t surprised to see Dwight go straight to the right cabinet and get a straw. “See that guy? He hustles. I like hustle.” Dwight made his way back over, placing the straw in Daryl’s glass. “But believe it or not, things weren’t always cool between us. See, D here–he worked for points. Him and his super hot wife and her super hot sister.”

It dawned on me there that Sherry was his wife. As I listened to the story in detail, I began to feel sorry for Dwight. The way he acts and his dedication to the group are just fronts he puts up to survive in the Sanctuary and protect Sherry. Any noble person would do the same for someone they love, which is exactly what I intend to do if I have to.

“The point being, I think you can be that guy. I think you are ready to be that guy. You look around here. This?” He gestured around the room. “Well… it can all be yours. All you got to do is answer one simple question. Who are you?”

“Just say it,” I thought to myself. “Just say it, and we’ll have a better chance of survival.”

“What, does the cat got your tongue? You’re just overwhelmed by the awesomeness of this? I’m gonna ask you one more time.” He stood right in front of him, holding Lucille close to his face. “Who are you?”

A long period of silence went by before he looked up and answered, “Daryl.” I felt proud of him, but at the same time I believed he made a mistake.

“Oh,” Dwight groaned. “This is the only-”

“Hey. Sst, sst, sst,” Negan stopped him. “It’s cool, D. He made his choice. Ain’t my problem if he made a dumbass choice.” He stroked his hand over his chin in thought. “Go ahead and take him to the fence.”

“No, wait!” I protested before Dwight could grab Daryl. I rushed to Negan. “Don’t do this! He doesn’t deserve it. Let him live!”

“And why should I do that?” He questioned, staring down at me.

“If you do…” I trailed off, glancing sorrowfully at Daryl who discreetly shook his head, his eyes begging me to stop talking. “I’ll accept your proposal.”
Negan exploded with jubilant laughter. “Now THAT is an offer I can’t refuse! Look at you! You’re finally submitting to me!” Suddenly, he grabbed both sides of my face and smashed his lips to mine. It didn’t take long for him to pull away. He sighed and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me as close to him as possible. “Dwight, go ahead and take Daryl back. The missus and I have some business to take care of.”

Heartbroken, Daryl glanced back at me before Dwight took him back to his cell. “You made the right decision, sweetheart.” He assured me, running his hands up and down my arms. “I’ll take you to your new room.” He looked right into my eyes with that devilish smirk of his. “We can get to know each other real well.”
I might be on my way to living in luxury, but I couldn’t quite shake the feeling of being a prisoner.

Still, my philosophy stands: Whatever it takes to keep my family alive.

I’ll admit, I argued with myself over this one quite a bit. Regardless, I hope y'all like it!

I also wanted to say a HUGE thanks to those of you who read “This Is It.” The feedback I’ve received has been constructive and heartwarming. You guys welcomed me back into the writing world with open arms, and I really appreciate that!

I hope you guys have enjoyed your holiday season! I get to start up again on Monday. Wheeee… Until next time! Love y'all! -LGN

(Part 3)

Keith:So do you think there will be aliens on Kerberos?

Shiro:Babe we had this conversation before,there is no proof of that there’s any other life forms in any solar systems. I highly doubt we’ll come across any aliens on that planet.


Shiro:Okay you were right,there were aliens and I have been through some crazy shit that you would never want to be in.

Keith:Told you.


The football game may be my favorite Kevedd moment(at least in the top five) and let me explain to you why.

Lots and lots of friendly interactions is a given tickler of my interests, but what I really really really like is that while Kevin is the captain and no doubt the best player, he does not do much himself in the game. As it has been pointed out, Kevin spends the game doing one thing; running around and tossing the ball at Edd.

Now Kevin knows Edd is not really all that with sports. He himself has seen Edd trying to throw a football and commented how bad Edd was, and yet he gives the ball constantly to him. In what way is that something a captain of the team would think is a good tactic?

Not to forget that Rolf was at the game too, and he is definitely more athletic than Edd and even if he may not understand the game fully,he would have still had a better chance of bringing victory. Still Kevin did not pass to him, to his best friend.

Instead what Kevin does is he keeps his eyes on Edd from the start on. When the other team comes out, his immediate reaction is to offer a kind word to Edd, telling him: “They don’t look so tough. I bet even you could sack that quarterback, Double Dweeb.” even if Kevin must know no such thing would ever happen. And then he even offers back pat to Edd, which is just.. guhgk.

Then once the game starts Kevin starts doing that ball tossing thing, which I already covered as not being smart at all. But while he does that, he also keeps verbally pushing Edd to the game with lines like “Quit slacking” and “Keep your eye on the ball” and “Get up, get up, move it, hustle, today!” Kevin uses time and energy to keep Edd in the game, while we have Jonny running around with Plank and Rolf who just stood there for the most part. Not to forget Eddy, who was not even on the field. Kevin didn’t force any of them to keep playing, like he did with Edd.

Kevin did tell the whole group as a whole to focus twice, but he also told Edd to focus one on one. So Kevin gave more effort to pushing Edd alone, and why would he do that?

I’ll tell you why. Kevin was offering reinforcement for Edd’s self-esteem.

He pressured Edd to be a part of the game, so if they would win, Edd would feel he was part of the accomplishment. I still need to stress my point once more here; Kevin is the Jock of the group, he is incredibly athletic and talented at every sport. I am sure he could have owned the game playing alone and just using the other kids as bait for the offense of the other team. But he did not.

Kevin was throwing himself off his own game to give Edd the chance to shine, and there is no way I could see this situation as anything other than that. Thank you and goodbye.

Shower (Bad Boy!Yoongi)

Plot: #005: “I don’t wanna get up– you’re comfy.” + ♣: Back scratches with bad boy!Yoongi 

Word Count: 379

A/N: so this post is a mix of requests, one request was for bad boy!yoon and the other was for boyfriend!yoon so I figured I’d combine them bc they sounded cute so the link for this post is the bad boy!yoon post (here) and the closest thing I have to a boyfriend!yoon post is the husband post (here

Yoongi loved pillow talk, he always had and he didn’t doubt he always would. It was so personal, it was just the two of you, you were in his arms or he was in yours. He knew he could tell you anything and everything, he could talk to you about something random that had just popped into his head or he could let all of his walls down and tell you things he hadn’t told anyone else. It was his favorite part of the day, being able to get under your huge blanket, turn the music onto shuffle and just talk.

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A day late, but still worth saying

2016 was the year I took an amazing vacation with my husband, the year I became adult enough to conquer makeup, high heels, and my hair, and the year I discovered my chronic exhaustion was just an easily-remedied iron deficiency.

It was also the year I lost my grandmother, the year my son accidentally broke another child’s arm (really, there’s nothing like having to hunt down every single witness to the incident to determine, beyond a doubt, that it WAS an accident), and the year we had to replace our fence, our air conditioner, and one of our cars, so there’s that.


2016 was also the year I was finally, for the first time, no longer an X-Phile all by myself, the year I started reading fanfic for the first time, and the year I finally got up the courage to post my own writing.  Checking in with this community has become one of the high points of my every day.

I want to thank @crossedbeams, @kateyes224, and @chileananderson for being AMAZING sounding boards, and @mangokiwitropicalswirl, @lyndsaybones, @scullywolf, @leiascully, @moonprincess92nz, @a-january-girl, and @ihavefeministbones for your encouragement.  Also for your amazing writing, naturally.

Thank you @mldrgrl, @scienceandmysticism, @h0ldthiscat, @aloysiavirgata, @storybycorey, @2momsmakearight, @edierone, @all-these-ghosts, @how-i-met-your-mulder, @alittlemissfit, @everydaymsr, @need-not@baronessblixen, @piecesofscully, @icedteainthebag, @somekindofseizure, @thetvmouse, @tatooedlaura-blog, and @foxmulders, for all of your incredible writing that I read, re-read, and re-re-read so often that I know parts of it by heart.

Thank you @noamchimpsky, @mulderswaterbed, @bohoartist, @conversationinthehallway@msrpolaroidproject, @allyinthekeyofx, @muldez, and @megdoesart for your art, videos, and giftsets.

Thank you @campaignofmisinformation, @dangerscully, @defnotmeyo, @ad-zella, @i-dont-wanna-wrestle, @knowleitall-super-soldier, @startwreck, @snowvitamins, @xfile-cabinetx, @stellagibsonisalifeforce, @thethirstisoutthere, @whatfallsaway, @therobbinsnest, @damselindistressmya, and everyone else (because I KNOW I’m missing some) for Sunday evenings full of ridiculous and usually dirty commentary during our weekly re-watch chat.

Thank you @txf-fic-chicks, for providing me with enough non-tumblr and non-AO3 reading material to keep me distracted from being a responsible adult for the rest of my life.

Thank you @cosmic-files-87, @sunshinetoday, @suncrossed, @datanullyx, @season5scullyhair, @specialtrampagentotters, @becksndot5, @thegilliantimes, @fistful-of-fandom, @settle-down-frohike, @gladlybeyondanyxperience, @your-perfect-opposite, @cuminspice, @gazeatscully, @escapedownkennedylane, @fawkesmulder, @my1in5-billion, @nostalgicphile, @tofutti-rice-dreamsicle, @xfiles-behind-the-scenes, @bedeliadumaurier, @thexxit, @myassbrokethefall, @justaprettycoolkeychain, @jharu, @scullyphile, @nine-minutes, @throughtimeandstarlight, @jamofappreciation, @id-do-it-for-free-babe, @noifsandsorbees, @anicepieceofash, and @emceecapitalc, for reading, liking, commenting, and reblogging, whether on my work, or on the work of others that I might not otherwise have seen.  The more I have to read, the more art I have to drool over, and the more gifsets and screen caps I have to sigh over, the happier I am.

Thank you @random-nerdery, who may or may not see this (but whom I will hug as soon as I get to work on Tuesday, one way or another), for being the most wonderful, supportive, kindest, and amazing friend I could possibly ask for.

And finally, a HUGE thanks to @stupideffinbee, not just for sharing all manner of awesome stuff on a huge number of subjects, but for being the first person to follow me and the first person to reblog my writing.  It truly meant the world to me.

I know, I know, I absolutely know that I’m forgetting people, but I just want to say that I appreciate this entire community more than I can say.  The past few months would have been infinitely harder without you, and I can’t wait to see how awesome 2017 is with all of you in it.

Happy New Year!!!        

Hawkmoth/Papillon’s Room

If you’ve read my post about The Hawkmoth Theory and trolled the Hawkmoth/Papillon tag on Tumblr, you’ll note that there is some discussion that Gabriel Agreste is NOT the big bad.  There has been speculation that he’s everyone from Alix’s dad to Gabriel’s evil twin (my husband’s personal favorite).  I think I’ve managed to prove 98% that Gabe is indeed Hawky in the above post, with the glaring problem of the proximity to the Eiffel Tower.  

This is the view when an akuma is released:

And this is the Agreste mansion:

So….I was trying to rest and had an epiphany so grand, I rushed out of bed to share it.  In “Volpina”, Lila forms an illusion of Hawkmoth that the heroes chase all over the city because he can teleport.  It’s just an illusion, sure, but…

  • Do the akuma victims ever actually SEE Hawkmoth?  I doubt it.
  • NO ONE has.  We’re led to believe that every Miraculous user has a costume different from their predecessors.
  • Here’s the thing…
  • How in the HELL did she manage to create a perfect representation of Hawkmoth without ever actually seeing him unless…
  • The illusion is based on truth
  • And Hawkmoth can teleport

Which means Hawkmoth’s observatory is not in the Agreste mansion.  He teleports from the mansion to wherever it is.  The last piece of the puzzle is in place.  There is a part of me that’s still hoping we’re introduced to a character next season that’s just as plausible.

Tradition (Reader x HanzoShimada)

A/N: ft. you poor friend who gets beaten up every year. Inspired by this post. He tries okay. HE TRIES. THAT’S VERY IMPORTANT. Anyway I dunno I just needed to write something since I haven’t in a few days. Whoooooops.


Originally posted by karkatium

Hanzo was wondering if he would see you lurking again this year. He wondered when his annual tradition had become your annual tradition too.

“Takeshi, you got this—”

Ah, there was your voice.

“—I doubt it… I don’t know maybe I should quit. I’m the only one who even keeps trying.”

“It’s because you’re obviously the most diligent clan member!” You exclaimed. You absolutely would not let your friend’s confidence drop any more than it already had. “Come on, chin up, it’s about time.” You slapped your friend on the back with a wide grin and dashed to get to the high ground. “I’ll be watching from a safe space, cheering you on.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.” Takeshi grumbled and fixed his suit before turning around to resume his patrol.

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So when you ask someone who is their favorite shoujo heroine….

some will say


and others




and many many many more wonderful cuties… But we all know ;) if you read Daiya no Ace that the shoujoest from them all is one and only Eijun Sawamura of course. ;) 

And if anyone had any doubts lately Terajima-sensei make us remember this in not subtle at all way. :) Hahaha. With this baby’s cute love struck face no. 176853637302837271342 that he made seeing Miyuki *cough cough* his love interest for who he left his lil hometown and moved to place when they can be together ;)  *cough cough*.  

I’m so so so sorry for this post ////////////// but couldn’t resist after new level of shoujo from Eijun in last chapters. ;) 

*Just an apology if I already posted this picture before, but I don’t ever remember uploading it, so oh well.* Anyways, my fiance adored this book so much. It was one of the ones that really had him in his feels. Normally, for series, he doesn’t really care about getting the second book because he’s generally happy with how the first ended, but he loved this one so much, there was no doubt in his mind that he wants the second book.


Lance is gone, and Keith is the only one who remembers. But his memories are breaking, and he’s starting to doubt himself. There’s a voice in his head that sounds a lot like Lance. But it’s…incomplete.

I blame @y-annah for all of this.

BTS REACTION: When their child ask them questions about the sex education class they had at school.

Hey yo! I´m finally back with one more reaction! 

Just to remember, the ask box will open tomorrow, after we finish posting the last reactions!



“Daddy! I’ve had sex education class today!” Your daughter said, jumping into Namjoon’s arms for a hug.

His expression was frozen. Was that a signal that his little girl was finally growing up? What if she had doubts about what she just learned? What should he answer?


You were having dinner together, when he suddenly asked: “Hey dad, when I will be allowed to have sex?”

He would be surprised at the question his son just made. Spitting his drink on the table, as you couldn’t control your laughter.


“Dad?” His daughter asked. They were alone at home, since you had to stay at work for a few more hours.

“Yes dear?” He replied, typing his new composition on the computer.

“I had a special class today at school and…” she stopped.

“And?” He looked at her, turning off his PC.

“Can I ask you a question about it?”

“Well.. If I know the answer, of course!”. Yoongi replied.

“Why girl and boys have different organs?”

“Organs?” He asked confused

“Yeah like… sexual organs!”

Suga choked on his own saliva, he really wasn’t expecting a question like this one.

“Well… ‘what the heck should I say?? My answer will affect her for the rest of her life! I can’t shame myself like this, at least not in front of my daughter! !’” His thoughts running through his head made him confused.

“Go talk to your mother! ” Yoongi ran way for his own sake.

J Hope:

“Dad?” His little princess would come to him. Her face slightly blushed. Hoseok could see that she was nervous about something.

“What’s up dear? Wanna ask me something?” He said smiling.

“Well… actually I want to ask you for an advice…”

“What is it then?” He kept smiling, but he knew that something weird would come out of (y/d/n).

“I had sex education class today and… one friend of mine came to me after class and asked me if I wanted to do it with him. I didn’t answer him! But I wanted to ask your opinion!”

Hoseok was frozen. He REALLY wasn’t expecting that. His princess was so innocent, that she didn’t really knew what sex means, although she was just 8 years old…

“Dear.. never do that with anybody at least until you’re 30, are we clear??” He would be protective. Not wanting to admit his little girl would grow up eventually.


His son just came back from school, but his face showed he was intrigued.

“Mom.. dad..” he asked

“Yes son?” You replied

“May I ask you something about your relation?”

Jimin looked at you worried.

“Sure. Why not?” He said

“You two never had sex again after I was born?” (Y/s/n) face was serious.

Jimin spitted his drink on the floor while you laughed hard in the kitchen.

“What? I asked something funny?” Your son asked confused. “I was wondering about that because my teacher said that adults do it when they want kids… and since I a single child I thought…”

“You answer Jimin…” you said

Park Jimin would notice that was already the right time to have 'the man to man talk’ with your son.


“Who’s this baby girl?” Tae asked his daugher that was sitting on the floor with a friend doing homework.

“He’s my boyfriend dad!” They both smiled at him.

He couldn’t help but laugh, as he tought they were kidding.

“Daddy? Why you’re laughing?”

“Baby girl.. you’re too young to have a boyfriend.. please don’t try to fool daddy”.

“But we really are!” She said

V decided to face it as a kid’s play and gave up.

“Ok ok dear..”

As he walks away, his daughter calls him back.



“Can me and (your daugher’s boyfriend name) have sex just like in this school books? It said that couples do it….”

Taehyung fell on the floor as he tripped on his own feet.


Kookie would be resting before the training with the boys. You come in with your twins, a boy and a girl. They were 10 years old and Jungkook couldn’t be more proud.

“Hey dad!” They jumped into Kookie’s arms.

“Hey guys! How was school today?” He asked kissing your lips.

“We learned about sex!” They both said at the same time.

Jungkook choked on his own saliva, shocked by their school subject. Was really already that time of life?

“Oh that’s nice kids..”

“Can we ask you something? Mom said she didn’t know the answer…” he looked at you while you laughed with the others.

“Well.. *he breaths heavily* why not?”

“Will we really have all those hormones when we become teenagers??”

Jungkook’s cheeks blushed because really didn’t know what he should answer…

“And we will feel desire? Teacher said we would want to have contact with persons of other genres..” your daughter said innocent.

Now he’s completely lost.


That’s it guys! Hope you like it!

Gif credits to their original owners!

~ADM Panda

anonymous asked:

request: robstar after some big fight scene (post-canon kiss) and maybe they are super emotional and damaged but one of them confess that they love the other?


The flames raged on in the background as the fight dwindled around them. It had taken them all by surprise, without a doubt.

Overload was a serious criminal, of course, but they never suspected to create such mass chaos and destruction for no reason other than to steal something.

This… this was different. He had crossed the line. He had taken lives today. There were children that were now orphaned and parents who had had the most precious thing in their lives taken away from them.

He had managed to use his electrical sparks and components to commit arson which engulfed a building in scorching flames, only to spread to a second complex.

Overload had fought with a ferocity today; as if his past crimes were something not quite to the level he wanted.

Even in the way he fought had shocked them all. They were all in pain; all had injuries from the lingering battle.

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sometimes i wish the circumstances of malachite had been different bc shes honestly one of my favorite fusions design wise (all torsos and arms?? hell yeah) and i think shes super cool as a concept but seeing as shes supposed to represent an abusive relationship (albeit it was done poorly in my opinion) i doubt she’ll show up again under good circumstances or that lapis will fuse with jasper again willingly

Rafael Barba & Reina King / 10

*wiggles about* YA YA YA it’s hereeeee~! (I’m always as surprised as everyone else when it’s finally done & ready to post lol)

The votes were CLOSE but between my tallies and all the messages I received; there was a ‘winner’ by only a few votes… read on to see who.

Originally posted by all-things-raul-esparza

If you need to play catch-up:

This had became a rather serious game, rather quickly.

Rafael couldn’t help but notice how she lit up the table; both figuratively and betting-wise. She was raking in the chips, and while it was no doubt she was the loveliest one in the seats, (her sweet smile would make a nun praise her)- it was becoming increasingly clear to him why she had so ardently insisted on playing cards…

It was a trick.
They had been tricked. And Fin knew. Fin knew and didn’t say a word.

Of course, since she was so damn good at her game, it took Rafael a few rounds to realize he’d been duped, but it became horribly apparent between her satisfied squeals (despite how cute they were) and how she was trying so hard to be coy and chatty while still somehow managing to clean the floor with them. It was a damn trick. She really thought she was sneaky, didn’t she? That she could pull the wool over him and Carisi’s eyes? 

Oh, I don’t know’ she had said at the suggestion of starting a game; ’That poker table over there looks fun,’ she had said before bee-lining that way. 

She was good. And it had worked.

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