i have gotten all of them!!!

nerdwithblackframes  asked:

Hi! *wave wave* I haven't gotten to read Attack on Titan. (Yet!!! I really really want to!) But I've seen to anime! (I'm so lame I know!) So I'm going to ask something stupid. If the Eren, Levi, Ect. Where to throw a party, who would be in charge of what? Who'd DJ!?

All I can think of is them having a children’s birthday party I’m a bad parent

Mikasa: Makes snacks
Reiner: Decorates
Bertholdt: Decorates in high places
Annie: Does shopping
Eren: Helps Annie shop
Jean: Coordinates the party and assigns who does what
Marco: Sends out invitations
Sasha: Helps Mikasa with the snacks
Connie: Organizes music
Historia: Builds and fills a pinata
Ymir: DJs
Armin: Organizes a room
Levi: Makes sure everyone stays focused by yelling at them
Hanji: Brings the decorations and builds creepy lights
Erwin: Sets up a dress code so the kids don’t start to frick
Nanaba: Barkeeping
Mike: Security

unknownwarrior33  asked:

A little while ago you were asking who our favorite members of the Gatewatch were. What do you say to people who don't like any of them?

I ask that you give them a chance. I’ve gotten so many letters from players that tell me how they started with a negative impression but as they’ve read the stories and got more involved, they’ve realized that the characters have a lot more nuance than the originally thought and have grown to really like some if not all of them.

anonymous asked:

Do you know when all of the Mystic Messenger Bad Relationship EDs occur? I'm trying to get Seven's and was wondering if I messed up or if he just doesn't have a BRE at this branch.

What I have learned about the Bad Relationship Ends Thus Far:

  • I have never gotten three BREs for a single character
  • I have never gotten a BRE from the second plot branch
  • BREs have fully voiced VNs but don’t come with CGs
  • They are generally shorter than the other endings, usually consisting of a single chatroom and one to two VN portions
  • Unknown also appears a lot in them
  • It appears that if you get a lot of hearts before the Day 5 plot branch, it may be impossible to get the BRE on the first plot branch even if you miss every single chat. To get it, you need to get less hearts on the common route before it branches, and then proceed to miss all of the chatrooms

Other things of note:

  • I have gotten a BRE on Jaehee’s first and third plot branch
  • I have gotten a BRE on Yoosung’s first plot branch but not his second or third
  • I have gotten a BRE on Zen’s first and third plot branch. I have not tested if he has one on his second plot branch.
  • I have only gotten a BRE on Jumin’s third plot branch, though as mentioned above apparently this is indicative that I had ‘too many’ hearts with him before I got to Day 5
  • I have not yet tried to get any of Seven’s BREs, but I would expect he, too, has one on his first and third plot branch. The first may be ‘locked out’ if you get too many hearts with him before Day 5 as Jumin’s was

That’s pretty much all I know about them. The only way I have ever gotten BREs is by intentionally missing every single chat between plot branches. I have not tested out how many chatrooms I can participate in and still get the BRE, so I always do none just to be safe.

Hope that helps!

ed was ecstatic to be free of arkham. he knew he would have gotten out eventually, but now he’d been saved the trouble. and oswald had granted him more power than he’d ever had before (that showed them, those morons at the g.c.p.d. who always laughed at him and didn’t respect him and treated him like dirt. that showed them.) and he was all set to use it.

but he needed a break from the politics game. he was used to having his own space, playing by his own rules. so, without a word, he slipped away from oswald’s company and headed out for a coffee. he sat alone, reading the gotham gazette and just revelling in his freedom, when he looked around until he spotted someone else, who was also alone. he watched them silently, until they noticed him staring.

he smiled, and said, “some like me hot, some like me cold; some like me mild, some like me bold. WHAT AM I?”

Dear anyone who will listen,

This semester has been more stressful than I ever could have predicted, and I honestly don’t know how much more I can take. My roommate has been putting all of her issues and problems on me and asking me to solve them when she won’t even try and help herself. Classes have gotten immeasurably harder compared to last year. Everyone in the club that I’m an officer for creates drama, and my job puts me through so much unnecessary stress every single week.

I just need a week off to decompress, sleep, and ignore the world for awhile.

To top it all off, I haven’t kissed a guy in over a year. My last relationship ended at a point when neither of us wanted it to, and it ruined me. It took me forever to get over you, D, and I don’t know if I ever will be completely. I just wish something else would come along so I could have that loving support again. I miss feeling special, and wanted, and honestly just having someone to hold me when I’m having an anxiety attack or feel like crying.

I’m lonely, I’m sad, and I’m stressed.

But I know it will get better. Someone great will come along. I’ll get back in the habit of going to the gym to work off my stress and get back in shape. Classes will end, and roommates will eventually get better (maybe I just won’t live with anyone next year so I don’t have to deal with the drama).

It’s just hard to see all that now. If anyone has any words of encouragement, I desperately need some right now.

Thanks for listening,


voltaires  asked:

all of the even ones 😛

i didnt think this thru lmao im literally so innocent this wont be interesting tbh

  • 2. Who is your most fuckable mutual?

…all of them….(that are like..not my children cuz ew)

  • 4. What is the worst thing someone has sent to you as a joke?

none of my friends send me gross things? at least not that i can think of

  • 6. Worst drug experience?

lol N/A

  • 8. Grottiest Hookup?


  • 10. How many times have you been kicked out of pubs?

0 im literally a model citizen

  • 12. Weirdest place you’ve gotten a root?


  • 14. Would you hook up with someone if they still mentioned ‘cheeky nandos’ in 2016?

it’s 2016 who associates meme proficiency with a person’s character anymore…

  • 16. Most embarrassing party memory?

gangnam style i will say literally nothing more than that

  • 18. Would you unmatch someone on tinder for using XD?

dont use tinder but no it takes a lot to annoy me ?? id wait until i had a reason and then associate the use of XD with their lame ass personality

  • 20. Ever gotten #caught by your parents?

ive never been caught doing anything ever


I noticed some increase in folloewr count lately! (I hope you’re not porn bots! I’ve softblocked some but I don’t think I’ve gotten them all. It’s a lot of trouble.)

I’m Bear. Two things you’ll have noticed by now: I’m Tired ™ and very sad. You can always chat with me if you want. I sometimes write tl;dr and you can always activate TL;DR mechanism by pressing the yellow stripe on the helmet right on the icon. It’s effective. I think.

Or mentioning Locus.

Or Wash. You know. They’re both amazing.

I have some stances on things that in general probably aren’t going to change, and I guess it’s okay for different people to like different things, but sometimes I get caught up with my head in my own ass so please forgive me when I do that.

I run @washscatblog and @immortalbears - the first is a cat blog and the second is a literature/history/art history/aesthetics blog (Which this blog originally doubled as, and sometimes I’ll reblog some literary / history stuff here too). It’s even more emo than this one. Please follow the cat blog at least. If you like looking at cats, that is. I think my taste in cats is pretty good.

My ask box is always open for prompts - especially Locington and Sargington. Sometimes Washlix, if I’m in the mood for extra Trash Flavour.

anonymous asked:

I've drifted away from a close friend, a friend whom I loved and that's gotten me super down. Though I am trying to get over that all. Hope you're well. Also, Gaga's new album is pretty good.

Sometimes the conversation just doesn’t flow like it used to, and that’s okay! People change and develop and move on - nobody is an exception to that. However this doesn’t mean you have to let them go… It can be as simple as just being brave enough to send them a message, but if you want to keep them, try! Before it gets too late. It isn’t guarenteed to work of course - they may drift away despite your best efforts. But there’s no harm in giving it one final go.

And yayyyy I’m glad you like her new album too! ♡

Chapter Three

A/N: Hi guys! Just in general this chapter is a little shorter than the last two. I already have the next four chapters written so they should be up relatively quickly as soon as I edit them! Thanks for reading as always and don’t be afraid to let me know what you think :)

Lexy had gotten a B on her Spanish poetry essay, and she was not happy in the slightest. The grade had come a week after she’d had the pleasure of spending the weekend in London and it left her with a sour taste in her mouth. She couldn’t help thinking that had she not visited London, she would’ve stayed at school all weekend, and would have consequently done better on the assignment.

“Calm down,” Amelia had told her as she huffed about it, sitting down at the table in a café beside her. The pair had made it a plan to get lunch together every Friday, just so they could unite in their struggles of not being as wealthy as their peers. Even though class distinction was somewhat different in the UK as opposed to the US, they found that they could relate to each other quite well. “It’s better than anything I would have gotten.”

Lexy looked over at her over the brim of her white coffee cup. Amelia had tried to encourage her to drink peppermint tea like she almost always chose but Lexy was scarred from all tea that wasn’t cold, sweet, and served in a pitcher, like that of her home.

“I just spent all weekend working on it. I didn’t even dance with any guys because I was working on it.” She complained.

Amelia smirked. “Did you want to have sex last Saturday, Lexy?”

Lexy blushed. Amelia was slender and a medium height, with light brown hair and artificial blond highlights. She wasn’t beautiful like Liz, but her confidence was so astounding that it gave the rich girl a run for her money.

“No,” Lexy stammered. “But I just want to do good. I want to make a difference in the world.”

Amelia rolled her eyes. “None of that is going to be affected because you made a B on your essay. We’re at Oxford, Lex. And you go to Princeton University in the states! Isn’t that like a B-list Harvard?”

Lexy glared at her. “Our acceptance rate is seven percent. We’ve been rated the number one university for the past three years.”

“Yeah, well, you’re here in England when you could be at the rated number one university,” Amelia replied, biting into the croissant she’d ordered. One thing that Lexy had learned about Amelia within her first day of meeting her was that the girl loved her breakfast foods. She’d eat them all day if she could.

“For the experience,” Lexy pointed out. “As much as the education.”

“Whatever,” Amelia continued, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “Any who, what’s new in your life besides your marks? You had French class today, right? How was that?”

Lexy was studying languages at Oxford. Her major back at Princeton was Politics, but there at Oxford, she was trying to learn as many languages as she possibly could. She spoke Spanish fluently, and was proficient at Russian, but was in the process of studying both French and Italian, and she hated French. Part of this was because the professor seemed to loathe Lexy’s American accent more than anything.

“I really hate French,” she muttered. “I mean, there’s no need for me to ever learn it.”

Amelia laughed. “I studied French for six years. We used to go on field trips to Paris. Maybe that’s what you need.”

“Yeah, let’s take a field trip to Paris!” Lexy exclaimed. “Meanwhile we can’t even afford to buy our drinks at that club last weekend.”

“What’s got you in such a bad mood?” Amelia’s eyebrows furrowed, noticing her change in attitude. “Is it really because of French?”

“No,” Lexy grumbled. “I just kind of want to go home. I didn’t think I would miss it but I do. And I can’t even go home for Thanksgiving, and I hate Thanksgiving.”

“Isn’t that not for another month?” Amelia asked, confused. “It’s the end of November, right?”

Lexy nodded. “Yeah but I facetimed my nephew last night and he asked if I was coming home for Thanksgiving and when I said no, he started crying. And I mean, I haven’t really gained anything from studying here, other than getting a B on my essay,” she rolled her eyes.

“Oh Lex,” she shook her head, feeling a bit more sympathetic to the girl’s struggles. “You’ve just got to keep on swimming for a little while longer. And besides, you’ve got friends here now. And,” she wiggled her eyebrows. “You still have a few months left here. Who knows if you’ll meet a man.”

Lexy laughed, feeling a little better at her friend’s words. She also thought of Harry in that moment, knowing that getting to know a member of the British Royal Family would be an excellent story for her future grandchildren one day. She made up her mind to text him that night just so he had her number. But for the time being, she engaged Amelia in stories about her wild night out last Saturday night, and all the gossip the girl had been holding for the past week.


At the end of the day Lexy finally returned to her room at half past nine, throwing her backpack on the bed she’d neglected to make that morning and clearing the makeup she’d put on in a rush from her desktop and shoving it in a door. Then, with her heart beating fast, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and began typing out a message to Harry.

Hi Harry, it’s Lexy. I just wanted to text you so that you had my number. Sorry it’s a few days late, I’ve had a busy week.

She didn’t bother to read over it, pressing send before she could chicken out, but then mentally kicking herself for saying she was too busy to text him while he was a prince. Surely he would see that as disinterest. But then she locked her phone and busied herself with tidying her room.

Lexy hadn’t needed to actually spend much time doing anything, she discovered, once she checked her phone six minutes later and found that Harry had responded a minute after she’d sent the initial text.

Hey Lexy! Don’t worry about it, I’ve had quite the busy week as well. I hope all is well.

He’d included a smiley emoji and Lexy couldn’t help it that her heart actually skipped a beat when she saw it. She breathed a sigh of relief, noting that he hadn’t actually posed a question to continue the conversation, but seeing as it was a Friday night, Lexy decided to test her luck.

I’m actually relieved it’s Friday. How are you?

Harry was typing almost as soon as she’d sent it, surprising her as she’d taken quite a while to respond to him. She liked that Harry was a quick texter. It fit his personality well.

That makes two of us then. ;) I’m well, I spent the day in my office going over more paperwork for an engagement I’ve got coming up. Then I had dinner at my brother’s. You can relay that bit to your sister, if you’d like.

Lexy laughed aloud at that, loving the fact that he’d remembered that her sister had been obsessed with William, but also the fact that he’d sent her a winking face. She was truly starting to think she was developing an attraction for the man.

I’ll call her right now. Though I’m sure she’s lost a bit of interest in him ever since he had children. What kind of engagement do you have?

Harry’s quick responses were leading her to believe that he wasn’t leaving their texts at all, which meant he could see when she was typing. That was also a problem because it meant she was having to type whatever popped into her head. Lexy was worried she would say something stupid.

Ha! Believe me, Wills has become even more less interesting now that he’s got George and Charlotte stealing his spotlight. And I would love to tell you, but I’m afraid you’ll just have to wait and watch the telly like the rest of England. I can’t be giving all of my secrets away. ;)

He had typed an entire paragraph in the same amount of time it was taking her to type two sentences and Lexy didn’t miss the fact that he’d sent yet another winking face. She felt like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush. She could imagine Harry saying all of the words he was texting her and she hadn’t been able to move from her desk chair since she’d read his initial reply.

Oh I believe you, younger siblings are always the more interesting anyway. It’s a scientifically proven fact ;) And you mean to tell me that I don’t even get to have any insider information by being friends with you?

She couldn’t believe that she had actually sent him a winking emoji but she had felt it mandatory. Besides, Harry’s cheeky remarks were making it difficult for her to be her usual calm persona.

Who said we were friends?

His response came less than thirty seconds after she’d sent her text and she froze, feeling as though she’d messed everything up already. But Harry responded quickly after that.

I’m just joking. Yes! We are the most interesting! And nope, no can do, Miss Marks. MAYBE if we become best friends. But not until then.

Lexy laughed out loud again, wondering how Harry had the ability to make her feel just as comfortable over text as he did in person. It was remarkable and she knew that that kind of charisma could not have been taught to him and that he must have been born with that.

She was just about to respond when there was a knock at her door. Sighing, she glanced back down at her phone before looking at the door and walking over to it. She opened it to reveal a sobbing Michael who, to put it quite honestly, looked horrible.

“Michael!” She exclaimed, moving to let him pass through. “What’s wrong?”

“I love him, Lexy. And I don’t know what to do.”

Lexy looked at him, closing the door as Michael made his way to her bed, falling onto it. She sighed again and glanced back down at her phone, not wanting to keep Harry waiting but knowing that she owed it to Michael to be there for him.

Sorry, Harry. I’ve gotta go help a friend. I’ll talk to you soon? Good night.

“What happened?” She questioned as she locked her phone, not bothering to wait for a response. Sitting down beside him, she placed her backpack on the floor.

“We were just texting,” he sniffled. “And then he asked to call me, and we did, and we talked for hours. I never realized I missed him so much. He apologized, Lexy. And he’s willing to come out for me.” Lexy’s eyes widened. “What about his dad?”

“He said he doesn’t care! He doesn’t care about what it would mean for him. He just wants to be with me.”

“Why is that a problem then? She asked, knitting her eyebrows together.

“Because what will I do if it comes back on my family again? Daniel’s father is very wealthy and he could actually put my family out of business.”

Lexy swallowed and glanced at the wall beside her desk. She had pictures of her own family up, along with a map of the world. It had once been her dream to travel. Now, being across the world from nearly everyone in her family, she wanted nothing more than to go back to where she began.

“I think you need to be selfish this time, Michael. Do you think he’s telling the truth?”

“He’s definitely telling the truth,” the boy muttered, putting his face in his hands. “But the last time he told me he loved me he was telling the truth then, too, and look where that got us.”

“I’m sure things will be different this time, though. You’ve both learned a lot since last time.”

“I don’t know what to do,” he cried. “I just want to be happy. I thought going to Oxford would make me happy. I thought being able to hang out with all these people would make me happy. But it hasn’t.”

“I’m sorry,” Lexy told him, mostly because she didn’t know what else to tell him. She wasn’t good at knowing what to say, especially when she was meant to be comforting someone. It was one of the things she hated more than anything and in that moment she wished she had Harry’s skills of charisma. “I really am sorry, Michael. I wish you didn’t have to go through this.”

Michael looked up. “It’s probably for the better right?” He asked bitterly. “Sometime later in my life I’ll be able to talk about how I went through this, and how much stronger it made me, and I can go on and on about how I either believe in love or how bitter I am because of it.”

“Maybe,” she agreed. “But maybe it’s for the best right now that you talk to him, and then who knows. Maybe you’ll meet someone new later on anyway. But you told me you loved him, and if you can have him, I think you’d be doing yourself a disservice by saying no.”

“You know what? You’re right,” he told her, wiping his eye. “I need to live in the moment.”

“Not too much in the moment,” Lexy, a fan of planning, adjusted. “But basically, yeah. You have to do whatever makes you happy and not worry much about anything else.”

Michael nodded. “So what were you up to before I invited myself in?”

“Oh don’t worry about it,” she waved a hand. “You’re my best friend here. And actually…I was talking to Harry.”

“Harry?!” Michael’s eyes widened. “As in Prince Harry?”

“Yeah. I sort of ran into him on Sunday and he gave me his number, so I decided to text him today and give him my number and well, he’s a good texter.” Lexy blushed.

Michael whistled. “Damn. You must have made quite the impression on him.”

She shrugged. “Honestly I’m not sure why. But he’s really nice.”

“I’ll bet,” he nodded. “I’ve met him before, with Daniel, of course, but I’ve never made any kind of personal contact with him. He must really like you. But I mean, who wouldn’t,” he nudged her with a wink.

She smiled back at him, for once not thinking about the age difference between them, or worrying about his life. For once he was just a guy she yearned to know more about.

“I hope so,” she sighed after a moment. “Anyway, what are your plans for tonight? Do you think you’ll call Daniel back?”

The boy groaned dramatically, stretching back and laying across her bed. He hummed. “I think I will call him back, but probably tomorrow. Let’s have a marathon, yeah? We have a few free hours before the loom of things we need to do over the weekend begins.”

Lexy agreed, feeling like she was right where she was supposed to be for once when Michael pulled her laptop from her backpack, setting it on the bed and streaming House Hunters. He’d remembered that she had a bit of a reality show fix and the fact that he did was enough to make her heart swell with happiness.

“Any wild plans tomorrow?” Michael asked as the first episode went off and they were waiting for the second to begin. Neither made the move to press for the next episode, content to let it roll by itself.

“Probably some language practice. I might go for a run if it doesn’t rain.”

It had been raining all week. Ever since her arrival in September, Lexy, just like she had back at Princeton, had made carrying an umbrella with her a necessity and it seemed that she’d gotten her money’s worth of the umbrella she’d splurged on for eleven pounds before leaving Heathrow. It had been raining then too, almost as if the English weather was giving her a proper welcome to the country. “You truly are a wild child if I’ve ever met one,” Michael joked. “Maybe you ought to invite Harry round, see if he wants to tour the campus.”

“I’m sure he’s been,” Lexy told him as she rolled her eyes.

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask,” Michael sang.

“I already texted him first, I’m not going to initiate a meeting.”

“Let me read the texts,” Michael said just as the intro to the program began.

“No!” Lexy said. “That’s between me and Harry!”

“Oh, c’mon Lex, please?” Michael groaned, neither of them paying attention to the show as a couple appeared on the screen. “Let me have a bit of love in my life.”

“It isn’t love, and you have Daniel now. Text him and make up your own love story.”

Michael just groaned. “If you two get married I better be sitting across from the Queen.”

Lexy just rolled her eyes, nudging him as they both refocused on the screen of her laptop. She waited until Michael fell asleep an hour later to check her phone, smiling down at the screen as she read the final message from Harry.

And you said we were friends! All joking aside, I hope everything is alright. Good night, Lexy.

She didn’t respond to him again but her heart felt happier and lighter as she closed her laptop and set it on her desk. She made Michael move before she curled up beside him, going to sleep with a smile on her face as she drifted off.

anonymous asked:

Angel can you tell us what happened last night on tgi?

Honestly, I don’t know myself. Nothing was really said to me. Sorry guys, just as confused as you. :(

Edit: I’m sorry, I really don’t have any more information to give you guys beyond that. I’ve gotten loads of messages and I just can’t answer them. It’ll all be okay, guys! ❤️

“Everyone says how pretty I am and how much they want to be like me. I thank them. But why can’t I believe them?” (r.i.d)

I’m Mitch, and I’m an alcoholic.

by reddit user Well_thatwas_random

Well, at least that’s what they want you to say when you go to AA. You see, I guess I’m what they call a “functioning alcoholic”. I have a job, hobbies, friends, and most importantly, a family. I’ve never really fully accepted that I have a drinking problem, because, well, it obviously isn’t really a problem if I still have all of those things right? Right.

Keep reading

When your best friends are major dorks but you love them anyway ‘cause they’ll do anything to make you smile. 

I haven’t the slightest clue what this show is even about or what their relationship even is but I’m already so invested in it I CAN’T WAIT!!!

Because I’m an awful friend, this is a very, and I’m talking VERY, late birthday gift for @imaginashon and also just a small little gift because I’m so proud and happy of her and excited for her in general. 


A look at the roles that have gotten Black performers an Oscar nod. 

(by Brandon K. Thorp) 

In the history of the Oscars, 10 black women have been nominated for best-actress, and nine of them played characters who are homeless or might soon become so.

All 10 performances for which black women have received best-actress nominations involve poor or lower-income characters, and half of those are penniless mothers.

Black men have been up for best actor Oscars only 20 times. 13 of those characters were arrested. 15 were violent.

I shared these numbers with Dr. Todd Boyd, the author and professor of critical studies at the University of Southern California School of Cinematic Arts. He wasn’t impressed, but he also said the focus on the Oscars was misplaced. “The Oscars are a symptom,” he said, and not the illness itself.

(please read the full NYTimes post »here)