i had to try it once but

fleecal  asked:

Can we get more of the Host being actually blind and needing help from others? Maybe he can't speak for some reason. Can be angsty if you like.

(I’m gonna combine this with the laryngitis one because they seem to go perfect together)

When Mark gets sick, it doesn’t usually affect his egos, and in the rare occasion that it does, it only affects a few of them. So when Mark comes back from a convention, dark shadows under his eyes and throat so rough his voice is practically gone, they cross their fingers in hopes that they won’t be the one afflicted with his illness.

They’re a little surprised when Bim, the one who usually gets sick, doesn’t show up the next day coughing and miserable, but they assume that means no one’s going to get sick this time. That is until Dr. Iplier shows up, Host in tow with a frown pulling on the corner of his lips.

Wilford’s eyebrows crawl toward his hairline, something between amusement and concern flickering in his eyes.  The Host rarely let anyone guide him and usually only lets Dr. Iplier do so when they’re on their own. He can’t think of a good reason as to why the Host wouldn’t navigate himself, unless he couldn’t speak, but he can’t thin-


He remembers Mark coming back from the convention, expression pained and voice strained and hoarse, suffering from a mild cough and complaining of laryngitis. He winces in sympathy as Dr. Iplier leads the Host to his seat next to Dark (the two of them shooting each other acidic glares over the Host’s head), before taking his own seat next to the Host. He seems more alert during this meeting, more tense, tilting his head to follow the direction of the voice of whoever’s speaking and jumping when Dark raises his voice to be heard over the chatter. His brows furrow in irritation when the room explodes in the customary disagreement.

Eventually, the meeting is dismissed when Google somehow manages to goad Bim into a fight, despite the best efforts of Ed Edgar (who was sat between them to avoid this situation in the first place) to stop them. They go their separate ways, Bim’s control of his powers weak due to his anger, and Wilford shoots a message to the Jims to pick him up. 

He drifts over to where Dr. Iplier is trying to convince the Host to take his arm without much success. 

“I know this building, I’ll be able to navigate it without assistance. You can take my arm once we leave”, the Host insists through a mild coughing fit, voice soft and raspy. 

Dr. Iplier frowns, teeth worrying on his bottom lip. 

“I’d feel better if you had you cane”, he sighs, and both the Host and Wilford wince, vague memories of throwing the damn thing off a bridge through a drunken haze (back before Mark forbade them from drinking alcohol) flashing in their minds. 

The Host takes Dr. Iplier’s hand and intertwines their arms, much to the doctor’s pleasure. And as they walk out, Wilford is hit with the strange realization that the Host is really really blind. He literally has no eyes, can’t actually see the things he describes no matter how much details he puts in them. Wilford curses himself for still seeing him as the Author, who’s sharp brown eyes never missed anything, even after accepting, reluctantly, that the Author was gone. 

paul-likes-things  asked:

16 seems like it'd be heartbreaking enough for the angst prompt thing~

ok dude i know u sent this like a month ago so sorry i wasnt ignoring it, i just couldnt fucking figure out how to do it. i think i figured it tho. altho i dunno… but thank you for sending it :$) (oh and sorry it got so fuckin huge)

16. “I’m trying, can’t you see? Isn’t that enough for you?”

Scully could feel his touch before she even opened her eyes- just lightly brushing a piece of hair from her face as he mumbled her name softly. After a second, her eye cracked open and all she could see was the world flooded with a blinding white light. And then his face appeared, though years younger as if he managed to travel through time just to see her once again. But a moment passed, and her eyes filled with tears when she realized the man standing by her bed was not Mulder, but their son.

“Hey, Mom,” he whispered so gently, “how ya feeling?” William’s face forced a supportive smile, only furthering how much he looked like his father.

“I feel… like hell.”

William laughed. “I talked to your doctor and that seems about right.”

“Hmmm… how long did he say?”


“Will,” she reached out a shaky hand and took her son’s, “it’s okay. How long?”

His refusal to meet her eyes said it all.

“How’s Danny?”

William face moved into a smile. “He’s great, begged me and Ellie to miss school today just to see you.”

“Still refusing to go by his name?”

“Yeah, Dad was definitely right about that being a bad idea.”

Scully opened her mouth to say something, but her words were lost before they were formed.

“What, Ma?”

She shook her head, taking the rest of the room in before returning her gaze to her son.

“He just… he reminds me so much of him.” Her voice cracked with every word.

William nodded and looked down.

“Shhh… Will, it’s a good thing,” she reached over and tilted his chin up to meet her gaze, “I’m so proud that he’s so much like him.”

“Me too,” her son whispered.

“Just keep him away from trains… and boats… and cars. And Walter Skinner’s nursing home.”

Will let out a laugh. “Okay, will do.” He brushed another hair from her face. “Listen, Mom, I gotta go to work, but I’ll stop by later with El and the baby and Danny okay?”

Scully nodded.

“But I wanted to drop this off for you to go through.” He reached into his large coat pocket and pulled out a bundle of envelopes. “We were cleaning out the house this weekend, and these were in a box in Dad’s study? Actually they were in the box, locked in his desk, and there was no key to be found. I had to take a hammer to the door to get it open. But the envelopes, they were still sealed and addressed to you, in his handwriting, so I thought you might know what they were?”

Scully reached out and took the bundle from him, slid the rubber band off and examined the envelopes.

“No idea, Will. I’ll look through them okay? Tell you what I find tonight.”

He smiled down at her, and then leaned over, pressing a kiss to her forehead and squeezing her hand lightly. “Just be careful in case they’re coated in alien DNA.”

She laughed, and watched him leave the room, before turning back to the stack of papers in her lap.

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Across the Divide

TITLE: Across The Divide

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Fifteen

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki sneaking out of the palace as a youth to see the city and countryside, while out one day, he accidentally gets in trouble for something, but a young girl deals with the situation, allowing him to be left alone and his true identity be kept secret. She is a poor girl who is only in the city to sell goods with her father, so she does not realise it is Loki, even though she sees his face. They form a friendship as she shows him around the city, and tells him the date she comes to the city every month for a particular market.

RATING: Teen and Up

Odin stared at the bed in front of him and the small being that inhabited it. He had gone to the mines, he had seen the terribly under cared for of the realm, but he had seen nothing like the creature in front of him. He went to Alfheim when it was revealed there was a terrible famine on the outskirts of the land, an island whose only method to the mainland was by sea travel, but a winter of storms meant none could travel, by the end of it, most everyone had perished from lack of food. The King of Alfheim had called on him to go with him to the island, the starved were deceased with more flesh than the small woman in front of him, somehow clasping to life in the bed. “Her family have all perished?”

“Immediate only, her aunt and uncle are the reason she is as she is now apparently,” Frigga answered from beside him, looking at the girl also.

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anonymous asked:

I find it so weird that people are this shocked and appalled by a 16 yr old (FICTIONAL) character being involved with an 18 yr old. It seems liek the same sort of mentality that those "abstinence only education" people have, where they think teenagers aren't sexual. Also, when I was 16 I dated a 21 yr old and it was one of the best relationships I've had. We didn't do anything but kiss and he was so good to me. An age gap doesnt automatically mean abuse.

once i saw an anti say that a 17 and 18 year old cant date theres no point in trying to reason with them

Heaven Help The Fool Who Falls In Love Pt. 5 (James Madison x Reader)

Time Period: Modern (College AU)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Word Count: 1,105

Warnings: None. (Wow. For once I think I didn’t swear.)

A/N: Here is part five!! I’m still trying to get the mobile masterlist to work, but I’m doing my best. 

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@bastard-orphan-imagines @stubbron-love @a-random-girl-with-a-random-blog @krystalbear @emeliethetimelady


James Madison sat alone in the library, a stack of books next to him. He only had one class today, which was in the evening, so he liked to use the mornings to catch up on his work. He sniffled several times, before pulling out a handkerchief and blowing his nose as quietly as he could (even though he was the only one in the library, minus the desk clerk).

He typed away on his keyboard, his eyes flickering from the screen and his notes, which he had laid out on the other side of his laptop. He had a highlighter sitting between his teeth, which he occasionally took out, uncapped, and used on a particular note that he wanted to come back to, before returning it to his mouth. 

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May 29, 1917 - Entente Meeting in London Results in Decision to Depose King Constantine I of Greece

Pictured - Constantine I.

Greece was a problem that had plagued the Allies since 1915. A large, international Allied army was dug in on the northern tip of Greece at Salonika, trying to kick the Bulgarians out of occupied Serbia. Yet Greece was no willing ally. Its king, Constantine I, favored the Central Powers and adamantly refused to join the Entente. A liberal politician, Eleutherios Venizelos, had angrily rebelled against the government, forming his own splinter-regime in Salonika and fighting alongside the Allies. Royalist and liberal troops had already clashed more than once in this “National Schism,” essentially a Greek civil war. British and French troops had also fought in Athens, where they forced the Greek military to mostly disarm.

In May, an Anglo-French conference in Athens opted for a more permanent solution - forcing Constantine’s abdication. France’s new Prime Minister, Alexandre Ribot, favored dethronement, unlike his predecessor Astride Briand. Tsarist Russia had opposed the solution, but now that Russia was a republic it had no objections. In June 1917 the Allies would then force Constantine to leave Greece for exile, giving the throne to his son Alexander.

I once had a game where we were doing fine playing and the ADC died 2 times and said that he was gonna feed. I ignored him and proceeded to play like normal and we held our own for a while, then my ADC, who was feeding, proceeded to say the single most confounding thing I have ever heard. “Wow you guys are doing really well considering I’m feeding.” I had no response to that because this idiot is to blame for us not doing well enough to win and he then decides to start trying again when it’s late into the game. We would have won if our main source of damage wasn’t being an idiot and didn’t give up less than ten minutes into the game.

Confession by @bronyofevil

Artwork by @noxian-girl

Dino, Byakuran, and Enma Cheating prompt


It was a mistake. It was all a mistake!

“Please {Name}, just stop and talk to me! I was confused and insecure, but now I know!” Dino begged as you irritably put groceries away, not caring that your bread was crushed and eggs cracked. He knew you had every right to be mad, but if you would just stop and listen then he could explain himself. Or at least try to.

“Why should I listen to you, Dino? You cheated on me; what else is there to talk about?” You hissed through clenched teeth, eyes narrowed until they appeared to be nothing but slits. Dino had been at this for weeks now. Texting you at work, sending Romario over to tell you how sorry he is, stalking you around town! It was too much and you didn’t want to deal with any of it. If he hurt you once, what’s to stop him from hurting you again?

He internally punched himself in the face as he watched your eyes glaze over with unshed tears. Reaching out, he pulled you into an embrace. His heart tightened agonizingly as he felt your body racked with sobs, your tear stained glaring accusingly up at him. He had promised himself that he would never let anyone hurt you and yet here he is making you look a mess. He wanted you back terribly, but if he had to hurt you to do so, he’d rather be alone.

“{Name}, I love you. I truly do, but if I’m hurting you…then you’ll never have to see me again.”

There was a twinge in your heart as you gazed into tearful, brown eyes. You could tell that he was being 100% serious about everything. Slowly, your arms wrapped around Dino, resting your head against his chest. You could tell he was being sincere and you couldn’t deny that all you’d been doing is crying since then. His words and eyes were honest.

But was his heart?


He had been in your apartment again.

If the open bag of marshmallows didn’t tip you off, then the roses and hyacinths that adorned every inch of your flat did. This had been going on for weeks and it was as disturbing as it was irritating. Daily he snuck into your apartment and left you presents that ranged from sweet to creepy. Whether it was a rare species of butterfly or a picture of you showering, it always managed to appear in your vicinity. And of course, the flowers. You were lucky bees hadn’t overrun your apartment.

You sighed shaking your head, tossing your keys into the bowl by the door. After what he did to you, you hated him, but for some reason you couldn’t still the quickening of your heart.  Gingerly you pulled a petal from a rose, a nostalgic look crossing over your face as it drifted towards the floor.

“I love you.”

You screamed only to have a large pale hand cover your mouth, the scent of marshmallows hit your nose immediately setting off alarms. Ripping yourself free, you hastily turned towards the white-haired male and instantly wanted to punch the smug smile off his face. This was insane! You always knew Byakuran had some creepy tendencies, but for him to just break in and then wait around your apartment for you was pushing it. This needed to stop.

“Geez {Name}, who knew you were so jumpy?” he teased, shrewish lilac eyes observing your every move. He loved the expression you made when you were scared. In fact, he loved all the faces you made, even the ones when you sneezed. Ever since you’d been gone it felt like someone had gouged his heart. It was almost unbearable and he knew the only thing that could soothe him was you. Gently he stroked your cheek, his usual grin slipping away to show a somber face.

“Why’d you do? Is she better than me? Do…do you love her<” you cried, hot tears slipping down your cheeks. Why was he so determined to keep haunting you? Hadn’t he wounded you enough? You just wanted him to go away, but deep down you knew that if he left your heart would leave with him.

“Oh dove,” he murmured, kissing away your tears,” My lovely, gentle dove. What I did was idiotic and for me to ever doubt that you were the one was a mistake. Forgive me, {Name}. Please forgive me.”

The kiss you two shared was sweet, but the after taste was sour.


He had to get you back.

Cheating on you had to be the most idiotic thing he’s ever done. No has ever managed to make him feel the way he does with you, yet still he doubted. He doubted that you were the one for him; the one he wanted to spend his life with, so he ran off and slept with that blonde bimbo. If only he could rewind time and stop himself from doubting. Stop you from walking out the door with a suitcase full of close and enough money for a taxi.

Ever since then, he’s been sending you whatever expensive and lavish thing he lays his eyes one. Getting designer clothes tailored specifically for you and even having gourmet food delivered to your apartment weekly. He’s made sure that you’ve been well cared for and normally has some of his men go undercover and prowl around your neighborhood to make sure that nothing disturbs the peace. He was sure that you knew everything came from him and that those men outside your building were Mafioso. He just wanted to make sure you were safe always. So, it wasn’t a surprise when he finally knocked on your door and bearing gifts no less.

“Hello {Name}, you look beautiful.” Enma cooed affectionately, subtly butting his way into your home. He admired the place as if he didn’t already know what every nook and cranny looked like. Setting down the random assortment of packages, he turned to you, a small smile on his face. Oh, how he wanted to hold you and apologize for betraying you the way he did. He missed the way you felt in his arms and how you would snuggle against him at night. He missed everything about you and he was going to get you back somehow someway!

“You can’t buy my forgiveness.”

His smile broadened as he looked at you before tossing a small black box your way.  A laugh escaping him as you fumbled with catching the box barely keeping it form hitting the floor. He watched in anticipation as you cautiously opened it, your eyes slowly widening as you realized what it was. An engagement ring made of black gold and encrusted with white diamonds.

It was beautiful.

“I know that I was an idiot and completely in the wrong, but you make me the happiest man in the world. {Name}, will you make me the luckiest man in the universe and marry me?”

You were paralyzed. You hated to admit it, but you still weren’t completely over Enma. This was completely unexpected though and it honestly mad your heart feel lighter than a balloon. You would never be able to forget that he cheated, but he’s been trying to make it up.

“Y-yes!” you exclaimed, head spinning as excitement overcame you. Squeals of delight left you as Enma picked you up, twirling. He’d hurt you, but maybe -just maybe- you’d be able to overcome this.

More Ninjago Headcanons For the Heart and Soul

- Jay has the single most short attention span in the world
- Like Sensei Wu will be discussing an important plan and Jay’s over here probably trying to mentally recite every line of a Fritz Donnegan movie
- Kai is secretly addicted to reality tv
- Like once Cole walked in on him watching frEaKIN TODDLERS AND TIARAS
- “Kai, what the hell are you watching?”
- “Uhhh…nothing”
- This boy is literally obsessed with ‘Keeping up with the Kardashians’ and ‘The Bachelorette’
- When Jay was little, he almost got hit by a train because he had mistaken it for Thomas the Tank Engine (I can relate 😅)
- When Lloyd was little, he only ate gummies and mac n’ cheese
- Nya is actually a beautiful singer with a very soft voice, but like Cole, doesn’t think anything of it
- Zane has an addiction to ordering ‘As Seen On TV’ products
- “Zane, what is this?”
- “A Snuggie Tail”
- “…um…alright.”
(this actually exists btw)
- Lloyd can’t watch horror films, because when he was little, he tried being all big and tough by watching one, but it just scarred him for life (poor lil bean)
- Cole has a huge scar on his back from a prop malfunction during a dance performance
- Ever since Cole accidentally hit Jay’s throat with his scythe, Jay has had more difficulty eating
- He’s never told anyone
- The guys usually go to a karaoke bar every Friday night
- It never turns out well…

Sorry for not making this one quite as long
I hope you all liked them!💚

Feel free to request what kind of headcanons I should post next! 🌸


anonymous asked:

Same Anon, so what about Lincoln and JFK living through their terms?

Well, JFK’s death did galvanize a lot of people to support legacy programs of his. The Civil Rights Act was shaping up to be a protracted battle with Southern Democrats and Kennedy probably would have pushed it to early ‘65 so as to avoid having that be an election issue. Would LBJ have had the power to muscle it through Congress without the popular support of Kennedy’s assassination? Tough to say. It’s popular to think that Vietnam wouldn’t have happened if Kennedy was in power rather than Lyndon Johnson, but I’m unconvinced. It sounds like mere wish fulfillment of finding a specific, desired conclusion and trying to reach it, rather than a more objective consideration of fact (along with other less generous remarks I could give). Once Ngo Dinh Diem dies, Congress and the American people are going to overwhelmingly want something similar to Gulf of Tonkin, as domino theory was a very real idea in the White House at the time and Kennedy was convinced he needed to stabilize the region.

Lincoln surviving his term is fascinating, because he would be far more willing to court the Radical Republicans and push hard for Reconstruction on their terms moreso than Andrew Johnson. Lincoln would have pushed much harder against the KKK, almost certainly using federal powers the way Grant did. It would have been rough in the South for a little bit, but Lincoln could have had the power to keep the North focused on Reconstruction, rather than have the North blanch at the financial cost and end the job prematurely, leaving way for Jim Crow laws.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

purple-possibilities  asked:

Yeah see that last one was a lie lol this is the last one. Scouts honour! “It’s two sugars, right?” For....hear me out.... KakaYuugao. I KNOW IT'S CRAZY!!! But they do seem kind of close and I think once Yuugao gets over her grief for Hayate it could work!!! And people deserve to find love a second time! Sooooo consider it? Again, no pressure! Ignore me if necessary. Thanks again for putting up with all my poking lol!

Getting over the person who you had always considered to be the love of your life was such an incredibly hard thing to do. And yet, Yuugao had determined that trying to decide when she was ready to get back in to the dating pool was even harder. How was she supposed to know? Was there some sort of sign she should be watching for in herself?

“Only you can say when you’re ready,” Kurenai had said to her. “It’s alright to never be ready. It’s also okay to be ready in a few months. Everyone grieves differently.”

“But how do I tell?” she had whined, hands gripping tight around the material of her sleeves. She could remember with perfect clarity the kindness in Kurenai’s eyes as the older woman had loosened her fingers before replying. 

“You are ready to date again when you find yourself wanting to.” 

Yuugao hadn’t truly understood what she meant at the time. Not even at this moment as she sat in the jonin lounge and listened to some of her fellow shinobi gossip about the latest drama over who had been caught making out with who in the lower levels of the Archives. She sat apart from her peers, ensconced in a corner with a silent Kakashi. The silver haired man had been a surprisingly good friend to her over the past few months. She especially enjoyed the quiet peace of sitting with him while they each read their own book.

When her companion shifted and stood she looked up to see him stretching out his back, wincing when she heard several popping noises. 

“I think a cup of tea is in order,” he said, tossing his book down on his seat and eyeing the small beverage table across the room. “Would you like one?”

Yuugao nodded. “Please.”

“It’s two sugars, right?” Kakashi asked absently, not waiting for her answer as he was already stepping off towards the kettle. 

She watched him go, her fingers slowly loosing their grip on the book she hadn’t really been reading. She felt almost as if she had been struck by lightening - apropos considering who had caused such a sensation. Kakashi continued walking, oblivious to the sudden introspection he had inspired. Yuugao couldn’t remember ever telling this man what she took in her tea. He had just seemed to know one day and had never failed to offer her a cup right when she felt she needed one.

He was just the type of man she would want to date. The realization hit her hard and her book went fluttering down to the floor by her feet. Even more stunning was how appealing the idea was. She wanted to ask him on a date, she realized. 

When Kakashi returned and handed her a cup of tea she took it with hands that were shaking slightly. He said nothing about it even though she was sure his eyes had swept down to take in the way she trembled. She took a sip of tea to calm herself, sighing slightly in delight when she detected the perfect amount of sugar blended just the way she liked it. 

“Kakashi,” she said as she lowered her cup. He hummed as he picked up his book and sat down. “Would you…be interested in having dinner?”

“I’ve always been interested in having dinner,” he answered, nose disappearing behind the pages of his novel. Yuugao swallowed both her nerves and a wave of fond exasperation. 

“I meant as a date Kakashi.”

“So did I.”

She barely heard his quiet words and when her head whipped around in surprise she could just barely made out a tint of pink on the tips of his ears. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? 

A smile spread across her face as his book rose even higher, hiding his embarrassment inside erotic fiction.

“How does this Saturday sound?” she asked, her confidence returning in light of such a warm reception to her question.

“Sounds good to me,” Kakashi murmured from behind his shield. Yuugao laughed a little, feeling incredibly light. Kurenai had been correct. There was no sign for when she would be ready to date again but she was absolutely sure that she wanted to. 

freckledchamberlain  asked:

@ the person who asked about shots: auto-injectors, they never let you see the needle. you can find reusable ones on amazon for around 30$. I've also seen cis and trans men use these for T shots. I personally am ordering one soon because I had some complications while giving myself a shot once (I pretty much passed out, big mess) and have bad panic attacks every time I try to do my shots now. I'm not sure if this is a solution for everyone but I'm going to try it.

huh, i didn’t know about that! here you all go, thank you! 

DONT REBLOG PLS. I have never been skinny but one time I was like normal overweight and I wish I had appreciated it more. Like. When I layed down my stomach was flat, I could put my knees up to my chest, and my neck (I seen it once lol) was sooo thin my parents called me tweety bird. I weigh a lot more than people think bc my frame is so tiny… I want to be skinny soooo bad. I need to try harder 😩

People in the FE fanbase are now whining about the upcoming Bride banner in Heroes.

Can’t please them all, I guess, right? Here I am appreciating how Caeda and Lyn got something special. At least the older generations are getting some love! :D

*wishes Camilla had a bride version but so flipping out over Lyn in a wedding dress*

Anyways, let the salt fest begin once more, and I’ll be trying to accumulate enough orbs to hopefully get one of these brides.

*gets out a cup and holds it up to the sky*

anonymous asked:

I had a match yesterday as Mercy and this Genji was being really annoying and was insulting me at the end of the match and kept complaining that I didn't even rez once. I played enough Mercy to where the insults just don't feel bad. In fact that Genji should be grateful I even played support cause he was the last to pick. I really want to play other characters but no one is ever willing to play support and I always have to switch. I love playing Mercy but I want to branch out.

I had this issue for the longest time, I played mercy constantly, up to 24 hours, and I wanted to try playing other heroes. Eventually, I had to just give up on trying to have a structured team comp and play who I wanted to try playing, and I honestly don’t regret it one bit! If you worry about people being upset about there being no support, maybe group up with a friend who wants to try out/play support!! If you have pc, I'm totally up for grouping up and going mercy so you can play as other heros my dude :’0!! 

anonymous asked:

Just out of curiosity, how many asks do you usually receive per day?

It depends, if it’s a normal non eventful day I get about 50, plus the ones I get once I start answering, so I guess it brings to 70-80 asks - but if it’s a Camren day or if there’s a big event then it can go up to 100, for example when the Ty rumors exploded I had a 150 asks that day, which I hated 😂  I pretty much answer only half of the asks, first because some of them are about the same subject, second because I don’t have the time, and third because sometimes I know answering certain asks will start a snowball effect of asks and I try to avoid that at all cost 😂  Also sometimes I just don’t feel like answering, either because it’s not about Camren, or because I have to repeat something I’ve said already a hundred times, or because it’s pissing me off so much that I’d break my rule of being nicest possible. I also delete all asks with insults in them, whether it’s towards the girls, the people in their environment (like Lucy or Ty), or towards another anon, because above all I want this blog to be a positive environment, even in the darkest days 😊

anonymous asked:

I'm here for the Capricorn drag, can I just say that they are literally Leo compressed into a bitter cookie all they do is work and try to hustle and get money AND THEY THINK THAT THEY ARE THE SHIT BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH MONEY THEY CLAIM TO GET OR STATUS AND THEIR SO INTO THEMSELVES AND WHAT THEY DO THEY ARE SO DOMINATING AND SERIOUS CAN YOU JUST BE COOL FOR ONCE but they are pretty funny lolsorry I had to

girl did u just

chaoticspiral-w101  asked:

See that's thing about Celestia, it's a fucking horrible transition from arc 1. And the instant panic comes in when a Celestia boss hit critical and the Celestia gear has shitty block. I actually spent a month and a half in Celestia and the world's usually take me a week to 2 weeks to do

kingsisle pretty much throws you headfirst into the swirling shitstorm of a combat style that in a lot of ways is completely different from what they’ve had you do for the entire game up to that point without really even trying to help you. i think one of the only reasons i got through celestia on my main wizard is because i was using wintertusk gear instead

i feel like they lose quite a few players that are going through the game for the first time once they hit celestia. i stopped playing for almost a year because i just couldn’t move forward on my first wizard 

i would strangle a kingsisle employee if i could