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Happy Birthday Yoosung!
  • Jaehee: Happy Birthday Yoosung! I hope that this year you'll actually stop playing LOLOL and get a girlfriend.
  • Zen: Maybe this year you'll become a man just like me.
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But, in fact, we are all collective beings, let us place ourselves as we may. For how little have we, and are we, that we can strictly call our own property? We must all receive and learn both from those who were before us, and from those who are with us. Even the greatest genius would not go far if he tried to owe everything to his own internal self. But many very good men do not comprehend that; and they grope in darkness for half a life, with their dreams of originality. I have known artists who boasted of having followed no master, and of having to thank their own genius for everything. Fools! as if that were possible at all; and as if the world would not force itself upon them at every step, and make something of them in spite of their own stupidity. Yes, I maintain that if such an artist were only to survey the walls of this room, and cast only a passing glance at the sketches of some great masters, with which they are hung, he would necessarily, if he had any genius at all, quit this place another and a higher man. And, indeed, what is there good in us, if it is not the power and the inclination to appropriate to ourselves the resources of the outward world, and to make them subservient to our higher ends. I may speak of myself, and may modestly say what I feel. It is true that, in my long life, I have done and achieved many things of which I might certainly boast. But to speak the honest truth, what had I that was properly my own, besides the ability and the inclination to see and to hear, to distinguish and to choose, and to enliven with some mind what I had seen and heard, and to reproduce with some degree of skill. I by no means owe my works to my own wisdom alone, but to a thousand things and persons around me, who provided me with material. There were fools and sages, minds enlightened and narrow, childhood, youth, and mature age—all told me what they felt, what they thought, how they lived and worked, and what experiences they had gained; and I had nothing further to do than to put out my hand and reap what others had sown for me.
—  Goethe, quoted in Johann Peter Eckermann’s Conversations of Goethe
My Secret pride.

I have a secret to tell: My greatest joy from running this blog is when people following this blog take heart in what I say. Because if it were only about the imagery of knights and armor, etc, I wouldn’t be here anymore. Or I’d have only a passing interest.

But in a world where all things are grim, and much of the stuff here on this site seems built to break people down, I wanted to make something to build people up by giving them the best example I could provide. After nearly two years, I think I’ve done that, and I’ll continue to do that for years to come.

Thank you guys. I love you, and I hope you know how proud I am of all those of you struggling to walk the righteous path with me. I know you all have the fire of the light in you. Keep it burning bright and true.

→ Happy New Year! It’s 2017 and even though 2016 wasn’t the greatest year in the real world, on here with these blogs and people they have made it easy to get through. I have met some amazing people in 2016 and continued to stay friends with a lot from years past. Thank you all for following me and for a good year here.

Here are the people that have made 2016 on here fun and amazing! You should check them out and follow! :)

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G dragon Scenario #49 “Are you willing to lose everything because of this?!” REQUEST

Note: This gifs are not mine, all the credit to the owner.

You knew this was gonna happen… deep down you always knew this was too good to be truth, too good to last. And it wasn’t because of either of you. 

Neither of you have the guilt on this.

The only thing you were guilty of, was to be in love.

Being in love with G Dragon, the legend, the artist, the leader of the greatest group in the Kpop world, wasn’t anything like you were expecting. Even more since a paparazzi got a picture of you two kissing near his house, even more when media went insane and the fans started to threaten you, to the point of having to erase all your social accounts, to the point of following you, to the point of throwing you objects, or leaving you horrible messages at your house. 

You were living a nightmare.

“I’ll see you tonight?” Ji yong asked still with his hair wet. He just took a shower. “Huh?” you didn’t hear him, cause you were busy on your phone.

He stare at you for a while, drying his hair with the towel in his hand before he laid himself beside you in bed “Are you ok?” he looked at you worried.

That question was getting too annoying for you, because now he asked it pretty often.

“Mmhm” you said staring at your phone. “Are you sure?” he asked caressing your cheek, and tilting his head to the side.

After a relatively long silence, you sighed and said “This is not working”

That answer shocked him, but at the same time he wasn’t surprised. Probably for him this whole situation was a lot more difficult than for you, and that’s because, you were getting hurt. He has to see you going through all of that without him being able to protect you, without him can do something about it. You were his most valuable person and yet he was being the cause of your suffering.

“I’ll fix it” he said throwing his hair back. “Really?…” you blocked your phone and then you throw it on the bed “… can you?”

Ji yong didn’t answer. He has no answer to that, and that hurts him.

After that he left, leaving you with all your doubts. But there’s one thing you were sure about…

You can’t let this affect him in anyway… what you saw that morning in your phone was his new teaser of MADE, and all the hurtful comments about his “new” relationship, that’s all people cares about now… this has to stop.

Grabbing your phone you called him. “Y/N what’s wrong?” it’s been only a few minutes since he left. “Y/N are you there?”

“We need to talk” you said. It took him a few seconds to answer “Ok…”

“Where are you?” you asked him. 

With that being said, you got dressed, took your bag and left the house.

You drove for over twenty minutes when you saw his car, parking in the street. You called him and said that you were there, but you asked him to follow you a couple of streets. Just until you find the perfect place for you to talked.

When you parked he did the same behind you. You walked out of your car, and wait for him on the sidewalk. You saw him coming down and walking towards you, as you were preparing yourself for what was about to come.

“What’s up with all this mystery Y/N?” he says as he approached to you. You just looked at him.

“So?” he asked. 

“I can’t continue with this” you told him, no hesitations, without any doubt.

“What?! What do you mean?” a shiver ran through his body. “You know what I mean” this was the right thing to do, but that didn’t make it easier.

“No! I don’t” he crossed his arms he looked at you. 


“Wait!…” he ran a hand through his face “… if this is about… about what’s happening…”

“I can’t do this anymore” you interrupted him. 

Ji yong became speechless. It took him just a few steps to be at the wall, resting his weight against it. He stared at the ground, completely immersed in his thoughts. 

Horrified that this was happening. Terrified of losing you, so scared of losing the only person in the world that has treated him like another person, the only one that has loving him completely, without fears and judgments. The only person with whom he has opened his heart without even trying.

“No” he finally said. “No?!” you asked. 

“I won’t let you” he said, still with his eyes on the ground.

“This is not about you”

“No, is not…” he nods “… it’s about us”

“Us?” you said. For some reason that word doesn’t make sense anymore, that word that meant a lot of things to you seems empty now. It’s like, the whole meaning behind it has gone.

“I don’t want to lose this” he mean it. No matter what happens or how hard it gets, he won’t lose you.

“It’s already too late” you lightly shook your head. “No, no is not” he looks at you and your eyes meet.

“Are you willing to lose everything because of this?! Because of me?!” you said out loud. Ji yong kept silence, without saying anything. 

His silence hurt, because it was the confirmation of your doubts, the few you had left.

You sighed and turned around ready to leave “That’s exactly what I thought” you said, lowering your voice.

You only took a step when you heard him “I am” he says, before you started to walk away, before you even took another step. “Don’t lie” you asked him, keeping your eyes to the front. Staring at the empty street. 

“I am not” 

“Even if you are not lying…” you bite your lip “…I don’t want that”

“What?” he asked. “I don’t want to be the reason for you to lose your dream”

“Why would you be? You are overreacting” he says, taking little steps closer to you. “Am I?!…” you smiled “… I don’t think so”

“This is not my first relationship being G Dragon, people always gets shocked at the beginning but later on things will…”

“But I’m the first one not being asian” you didn’t let him finish what he was saying. 

Living in Korea was awesome, after all, it always was your dream. But like any other place in the world, Korea wasn’t perfect. Narrow minded people abound there. They will never accept the relationship between a Korean and a foreign, much less if you are not asian. And unfortunately you learned that, thanks to the last couple of days, and all the racist comments against you and your ethnicity.

“And?!” he said mad, suddenly raising his voice. You didn’t answer.

“I don’t care for that!”

“Maybe that doesn’t matter to you, or even me, but…” you turned and face him, that was a big mistake, cause as soon as you saw his eyes filled with tears all your strength disappeared “… people care”

“Fuck them!…” he was really angry. He doesn’t know how to make you understand how much he loves you “… I don’t care for them!”

“You should…” you hold back your tears. He stared at you speechless.

“… cause they are your fans” you finished your sentence.

“Don’t tell me you don’t care for what they think when I know they meant a lot to you, a lot more than you think…” you took a deep breath “… I know you, better than anyone, I know how you feel…” you smiled trying to hide your pain, this was harder than you were expecting “… you are between a rock and a hard place…” he was cornered between his reason for living which is music and his fans, and you “… so, I’ll make things easier for you…” your heart was hurting “… and I’ll end this here”


“This is it” you said. Trying to make this as clear as possible. “No! You can’t do this!” he took the few steps that he needed to be standing right in front of you.

“I can” you said, nodding and stepping back. “No! I won’t accept this!” he stopped you, holding your arm.

“I’m not asking you…” you tried to free yourself from his grip “… let me go!”


“Ji yong! Let me go right now!” you tried to push him away from you, but one of his hands locked around your waist. You stared at him, but he didn’t flinch and he didn’t let you go “I can’t lose you over this!”

“Let me go…” you repeat in a slow and low voice “… please”

He hesitated for a few seconds but at the end he did… he let you go. But not like you were expecting. Ji yong puts you against the wall, trapping you between his arms. “Don’t ask me to give up on you…” his face was so close to yours “… cause I won't”

Ji yong got even closer “I can’t…” his eyes went from your eyes to your lips and then he said “… I really can’t”

His lips pressed against yours, starting to move really slow, like if they were asking for your permission, or better say, like if they were begging you to kiss them back. “Stop… stop please…” you said, but your lips were already moving along with his. That’s why he didn’t stop, he just pressed himself more into you. After a few more moves your arms were already wrapping around his neck and his were not in the wall anymore but in your waist.

“I love you…” he said into the kiss “… don’t leave me, I won’t let you”

You broke the kiss, breaking into tears “I don’t want you to get hurt” you don’t want him to go through all the shit that fans has been doing lately.

“Then…” he wiped your tears carefully “… don’t leave me”

Finders Keepers

Stanley Pines hadn’t really planned on kids, but then, they managed to find him anyway.

A little Father’s Day tribute (a day late, whoops) to not just a great dad uncle, but the greatest uncle!

Soon I’ll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me?

-Lukas Graham, Seven Years

Stan Pines always figured he would have kids someday. Sometime after his “ew, girls are icky” phase and the following “okay, girls ain’t so bad,” yet before the “well shit, you know what, guys are A-ok in my book, too.”

Having kids seemed the thing to do when you grew up. What usually happened, Filbrick would grumble, whether you planned for them or not.

Stan didn’t necessarily believe that to be the case; regardless, eventually having a rugrat or two was what he wanted, expectations be damned. Babysitting his nephew had given him an appreciative stance on kids. Just the way a baby looked at you, like you were sun and lit up the whole world with your presence alone, that was staggering to Stan, unlike anything he had ever felt.

Not wanting kids was fine, too, as Stan pointed out when Ford expressed his disinterest in spawning any of his own. As always, the brothers were more different than alike, identical or no. Stan pondered if that was the way it went with all siblings.

(“Fatherhood would simply be a major distraction to my research. In moderation, children can be fun company, of course; but they’re also messy, loud, disruptive, and desire a lot of attention.”

“Geez, Sixer, sound like yer describin’ me,” Stan snorted.

“Exactly my point.”

Stan scoffed, socking his smirking brother in the arm. “Shuddup, nerd. Keep talkin’ like that and Uncle Ford won’t be invited to my mansion for Thanksgiving.”


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You walk out of here with everything you’ve learned … and you live life. You live it. You face whatever comes. This is going to be the greatest test of your friendship yet.

Greetings wagecucks. Mid-week stress wearing you down?

While you slave away for the boss man, I indulge myself in the finest theories produced by mankind.

And while you go home to watch brain dead TV as a follow-up to your brain dead jobs, I have all the time in the world to enrich myself with material that puzzled the greatest minds of the 20th century.

But don’t worry. I’m sure you can enrich yourself on the weekends. That is if you do not have a hangover from the Friday night drinking you partake in to ease the misery of your pathetic lives.

Those who care about fame, how many followers they have on social networks, please read the following statement of one of the greatest imams:
“This is trial of the world. I wish I were in a gorge of Mecca and so unknown. I have been tried by fame. I wish for death morning and evening.”
~ Ahmad b. Hanbal (d.241/855)

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Aww, will do! X3

Five things I like about myself:
1) My art style and original characters
2) My short hair
3) My eyes
4) How passionate I can be when it comes to my interests and hobbies
5) The fact that I have some of the greatest friends in the world (like you X3 ) both online and offline that support me (you guys are all my quests)

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Thanks so much for sending this to me!

(I’d also like to take this opportunity to thank two more of my wonderful quests, @youaremyquestsblog and @illegalkoopas for tagging me in this as well :3 )

“ Though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge … but have not love, I am nothing” (1 Corinthians 13:2)
There is something Jesus said that I want you to think about. Jesus said to those who followed Him: “By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another.”
As we see a war-torn world–a world that is sick, pained and confused –we believe that this is the hour for us to speak out. This is the hour for the church to show forth the love and grace of God! This is the hour for the world to hear Christ saying through the church, “I am the way, the truth, and the life” (John 14:6). The greatest demonstration of the fact that we are Christians is that we love one another.
The Bible says that when we put our faith in Christ, God pours His love into our hearts. Only this divine love that God gives will make us love others in the way God wants us to.
What a powerful thing love must be! How much stock God puts in love!

Sorry I have’t posted fic recently. The Girl’s Night fic is suddenly multi-chaptered and already like 6,000 words. I don’t even know. I can’t do brevity. 

Have a little bit of something else I’m playing with in the mean time (not completed, because ahahahaha):

Rob Lewis wrinkled his nose at the thick, rank odor of the city. “I hate this place.”

“How do you hate New York?” Reggie Young, his friend and business partner, shook his head and followed him out of the Javits Center. “It’s the greatest city in the world.”

“I hate L.A., too, so don’t take it personally.” Rob smirked at him and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He’d missed a call from his dad. That was the fifth time he’d called since Rob mentioned he and Reggie were coming to New York for a general contractor’s convention. His dad kept trying to get him to call Darcy. And he would call her, he absolutely planned to call her. Just later. Later when he had an escape from the city first.

Darcy was his oldest brother’s daughter, and somebody who might be considered an odd duck. Not necessarily in a bad way, but more of a free-spirit than the buttoned-up, nose-to-the-grindstone Lewises were used to. She strolled through life with a particular sort of laissez-faire that baffled him and could, from time to time, grate on his nerves. How the hell could somebody be an intern for almost five years? How did she support herself? Where did she live?

Reggie pulled out his own phone and started tapping away. “We’re here for another day, so suck it up. I’ll find a hotel.”  

And that’s why he still hesitated on calling his niece. He didn’t want to do the awkward thing where she insisted on offering him a place to stay and he had to try to politely talk her out of it. To hear his sister-in-law Helen tell it, Darcy probably lived in a roach-infested studio apartment hell-hole. Except he was pretty sure Paul mentioned she was living with her other dad and his girlfriend. That would be even more awkward, honestly.

But he couldn’t avoid calling her. He shouldn’t. She was his niece, and as bewildering as she could be, he did love her. It probably didn’t say much good about him that she’d lived within a few hours of him for three years and he hadn’t visited her once. Hell, she’d come to see him twice. But he was here now, and he’d be here another day, so maybe he could just tell her he already had a hotel room and that they should just go to dinner. Yeah, that would work. He could be an awesome uncle and take her out somewhere nice.

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"Women are already equal!"

I work for one of the largest companies in the world. We have over 20 global offices; I work in the US.
At our Women’s Day event today, regional director of my department started out by acknowledging the following:

Only 20% of the 1000 people in this office are women.

Women are under represented at EVERY corporate level.

Disparities are greatest at senior levels.
– Uneven playing field - pay gaps, male-dominated fields
– Gender diversity not a priority for most companies
–Work/life balance issues

Data shows that more diverse teams make better decisions.


This man is worth millions, if not more.
Anti-feminists, etc. please free to call him and tell him he’s a liar!! 🙃🙃🙃🙃

Scandinavian Wizarding School


Okay, so, according to a thread on Pottermore (so don’t take my 100% word for it being canonly correct), the Durmstrang Institute is the school that Scandinavian wizards and witches would go to… but, honestly, I thought of a little idea for us having our own.

Hear me out.

So, it would be hidden somewhere in the middle of Greenland, or in the Faroe Islands; somewhere assessable but still able to be hidden. I almost feel like Greenland would be best (friendly trolls could help transport students from the mainland into the snowy mountains where the school would be hidden away.)

The four houses (if we followed that Hogwarts-inspired system) would be based on some of the greatest animal figures in Norse Mythology. There would be one based around Sleipnir (the eight-legged horse, the house of the determined and the steadfast), Jörmungandr (the world-serpent, the house of the patient and the unrelenting), Fenrir (the great wolf, the house of the fierce and the passionate), and Sæhrímnir (the immortal hog, the house of the loyal and the martyrs.) All of these houses are pretty power/sacrifice oriented, but so is Norse Mythos and themes like these still feature heavily in the undertones of the societies in Scandinavia.

In the middle of the school there would be a massive warden tree to shield the school from powerful sea/cold weather that would be a reference to Yggdrasil (perhaps that should be the name of the school itself?) with magical, runic carvings all around it that detailed the history of the school. Protecting the tree, as well as the school (almost like the ghosts of Hogwarts, in a way), would be spirits of the stags Dáinn, Dvalinn, Duneyrr and Duraþrór (not sure if I should feature in the wrym, Níðhöggr? I’m not sure how I would….)

To deliver messages to the students of the school, owls could fly above the tree for ease of delivery in the random weather conditions and drop letters into the massive mouth of a statue of the tree eagle. A massive squirrel descended from Ratatoskr would relay these messages from the eagle to the school’s students. I also imagine he would be rather mischievous, pulling pranks on the student body, and sometimes purposefully mixing up their mail.

I’m not sure what the classes would be specifically (probably the same as any other Wizarding School), but runic studies would definitely be a requirement.

According to school legend, the Goddess Frigg came to the three Norns, commanding them to create a school for those wishing to follow the ways of the Völva, or Norse witches, and to spread knowledge to those students. Though the school was originally only open for women, it later became open to men as well.

Now, when it comes to uniforms, they would definitely be inspired by Scandinavian wear. I was thinking maybe robes with traditional detailing on them, but I am not so sure as of yet.

Aaaaaand that’s all I have so far! I’ll probably add more to this later, but let me know what you think!

  • Cassandra: Solas, if you do not mind me asking...what do you believe in?
  • Solas: Cause and effect, wisdom as its own reward, and the inherent right of all free-willed people to exist.
  • Cassandra: That is not what I meant.
  • Solas: I know.
  • Solas: I believe the elven gods existed, as did the Old Gods of Tevinter.
  • Solas: But I do not think any of them were gods, unless you expand the definition of the word to the point of absurdity.
  • Solas: I appreciate the idea of your Maker, a god who does not need to prove His power.
  • Solas: I wish more such gods felt the same.
  • Cassandra: You have seen much sadness in your journeys, Solas. Following the Maker might offer some hope.
  • Solas: I have people, Seeker. The greatest triumphs and tragedies this world has known can all be traced to people.
Realizations by sbmcneil

Status: In-progress

Rating: M

Word Count: 165,614

Universe: Post-Hogwarts

Summary: The year after the war was a confusing time for the teen warriors. They had fought against the greatest evil - what was next? Follow them as they try to find out. 

(It just occurred to me that i hadn’t formally recced this fic yet. I tend to space out my favorite fics because they are my precious babies and the world is not ready to have them all unleashed on it at once. But y’all might be ready for this one… It’s still in progress and updates aren’t that regular, but as far as i am concerned, this is THE definitive fic about what really happened the year after the battle. The Harry/Ginny relationship here is PERFECT and they’re very much in character. I’m going to stop now as i could go on forever about this fic) 

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Hey guys so today well it’s one of the greatest days ever, I just reach something I never expect to have so far. That when ever I started for me having even 20 followers was crazy, now I have 30,000 followers. ¡ 30,000 ! That many of people follow my blog can you imagine ? I never expect this, I have to be honest but every time I see how people enjoy being here and have a good time that just makes my day, I always receive comments or letter from people telling me how this blog make them happy and believe me I do appreciate every single message that shows me that this blog is special, it’s for everyone no matter what you like or who you are everybody can enjoy the weird content I share, that can put an smile in your face, all those things make me realize who important this blog has became for me and for many. I wanna thank every single follower I have that support me everyday, I wanna thank you for spending your time here, for enjoying the weird stuff I got in here and most importantly for making the greatest and weird family I ever know. Thank you. ¡ Happy 30K followers !

— The Weird Girl behind Avengers Memes.