“How was your day?”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”
You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.
hah, an interesting ask to send, given that I don’t think I’ve ever posted something saying that he is - suggests that this is an argument you like having, does it make you feel smart and smug? I hope you enjoy this exchange less than usual.
White supremacy isn’t just an opinion or an identity, it’s a systemic and institutional organisation of society - I’m aware that Milo doesn’t refer to himself as a ‘white supremacist’, and probably acts all taken aback when someone else uses the term in connection with him. That doesn’t change the fact that when he routinely does things like targeting undocumented migrants for abuse, denouncing BLM as a hate group, portraying Muslim immigrants as rapist terrorists out to destroy “western civilisation” etc - he is championing white supremacy. This is perfectly obvious to everyone with basic critical faculties - it’s even obvious to the many self described white supremacists who read Milo’s stuff and go to his talks, it’s what they like about him.
You may think that disavowing racism while making a living out of racist dog-whistling is awfully clever and edgy, it’s not. There is nothing interesting or intelligent about Milo or the shit-tier tabloid drivel he writes. It says a lot about the standard of “journalism” in that scene that this vacuous mediocrity has risen to prominence.
While his whole ‘I can’t be racist because I like to sexually objectify black men’ argument is no doubt very convincing to your average alt-right goofball, antifascists and most other people see through it without much difficulty. Besides, even if we took the white supremacist dog whistling out, his open transphobia, islamophobia and misogyny more than justifies the attention that antifa will continue to offer him whenever he attempts to spread his vile ideas in public.
Sadly, Keith doesn’t have any distinct features on his face like Shiro does, so I guess this could also be just a random portrait of… someone. Maybe I should make the background a little red or something. If I knew how to draw armor, I would’ve drawn him in his Paladin armor. >_<
His rather soft looks and expression are actually intentional, though I hope he doesn’t look too soft (as in girlish soft). I re-watched Voltron and he does have a somewhat soft expression most of the time, something I had not noticed before. And I couldn’t bring myself to draw a mullet, so instead, have a ponytail.
Now I need to learn how to draw the other three. And maybe some Paladin armor.
This is me pouring out my love, not the kind you think of, the mushy gushy romanticized crap you want. No, this is raw, unadulterated affection for you and your soul.
For the purposes of this letter, I am going to disregard the fact that you are ignoring me and that we do not talk anymore. That is irrelevant. We have both argued, screamed, apologized, and cried to each other too many times to count. Even if we did still talk, I would be saying this to you, maybe in different words, but telling you all the same.
Since the very first day we became friends, you have been a constant in my life, a constant amidst the tumult and drama of high school. You listened to me and offered advice with your perspective that is so opposite mine. I love the way you live in the moment and risk the superficial things that I hold dear. Being your friend made me come to the profound realization that life is so much more than turning in homework on time and getting straight As. Because of you, if a friend needs me the night before a paper is due, I will be there for my friend (hopefully I wrote the paper ahead of time).
You were the glue that held my life together when I was on the brink of destruction. Everything in my world was falling apart, but you and your friendship remained. I took that for granted. You taught me the value of true friendship, even if it does not last. I hope that I meant something to you, that I somehow repaid in part what you had given to me in full.
To this day, I still look for you in the hallways and listen for your voice among the tenors in choir. Even when we see each other or talk, it is all superficial. We barely graze the surface of what once existed.
I hate superficiality.
After three years, how could we, how could I, throw it all away?
Losing your friendship has been a process more painful than any breakup. It feels as if someone has taken a part of me; there is a hole in my soul where you once were. As if the physical pain was not enough, the process of emotional detachment from you has been long and rocky. After weeks without thinking of you, a single song or a memory or a Bible verse makes me recall how much I care for you, still, after all this time.
You know more about me than any other person on this earth. And even though you leave me behind, you will carry pieces of me with you forever. Treasure them. I do not regret giving them to you, for I trust you will keep those pieces of me safe.
Life is too short to be silent about the ones we love. The other day, I was thinking about the people I will miss most in college, and as much as I love my friends, I will miss you the most. I already miss you. I suppose our separation is merely a preparation for what is to come.
This is not a cry for you to come back to me, nor an invitation for a pity party on my behalf. We both know that “us” would never have worked in our favor. I just wanted to let you know how much you mean to me, and how much pain I am enduring as you ignore my snapchats and avoid eye contact. But still, this is not me trying to guilt you or regain your attention.
This is me telling you that I love you. Not as a boyfriend or as a lover or even as a friend. I love you as a person. You are so extraordinarily special, and I am blessed to have spent so much time with you as my best friend. I wish it did not have to end.
Lance used to self harm. He’s stopped, in a way. He doesn’t leave scars anymore. But he hates the ones he does have.
His long sleeved shirts and sweaters hide them good enough.
But when he showers, he looks at him arms. The scars are ugly and look so bright and apparent to him. So he scrubs at his skin until it hurts. His skin is red and he still scrubs. Sometimes he’ll scratch, hoping the red lines he leaves don’t become scars.
Sometimes the scars don’t bother him in the shower. But the urge to self harm is so strong, he feels it wrap itself around him like a weighted blanket. He doesn’t want to leave marks, so he’ll turn off the cold water. His skin is burning and he crumples up against the heat. He’s about to move but freezes.
“I deserve this.”
He lets the water burn him as he stands there. As the water starts to turn cool, he turns it off. He looks at the fogged mirror and sees his silhouette.
He takes a deep breath in and clenches his fists. His nails digging into his skin but he does nothing. He holds himself back from doing worse to himself.
When he tried to sacrifice himself to save someone in battle, he does so in the hope of finally doing something worthwhile. Of him FINALLY being useful.
When he makes jokes and knows that they are usually ignored or just seen as annoying, he hopes that even if he’s seen in a bad light, they at least remember him.
Because growing up in a big family, a lot of the times whenever his sisters or brothers or parents told a story they’d forget he was with them. They’d forget he was there with them, and if they did remember, it was usually in the terms of “me and someone else, can’t remember who-” and that hurts.
“Am I really that replaceable? Am I that forgettable?” His insecurities started from a young age so he doesn’t care if he’s seen in a good light or a bad light. As long as someone remembers him.
So it hurts when Keith has no idea who the hell he is. Because maybe he is that replaceable and forgettable.
He get jealous of the way everyone seems so close. He’s jealous of how Shiro and Keith’s closeness. He’s jealous of Pidge and Hunk. He’s jealous of Allura and Coran. He has no one. Just…. Himself.
He knows he does it to himself. He doesn’t want to tell people the problem but sometimes he wishes that they’d care enough to ask. Or even notice that his smiles don’t always reach his eyes.
And it hurts when the other paladins don’t really want to hang out with him. It hurts when he stays in his room by himself for days and no one really notices.
He picks his face. He can’t help it. If he has a blackhead, he’ll pick at the skin until his finger nails have blood on them. He feels a bump and honestly it’s nothing. But he picks at it anyways. Some days when he feels like he’s breaking out, he’ll pull out his face masks. They make him feel better but he only has so much left so he uses them sparingly.
One day after he has a break down, he just can’t pull himself back. He uses the face mask. He can’t help but have a burning shower. On this day, he actually wipes the foggy mirror, staring at himself. The bags under his eyes seem to be darker than normal to him. His skin has steam coming off of it.
“Have I looked like this for a while?”
He wishes Hunk had never grew apart form him. It wasn’t s huge change, honestly the only thing that changed was him. He felt like he was holding Hunk back from making better friends.
Hunk still cares for him. He just thinks that Lance is pushing him away, wants his own space. Thinking it’d be best to let Lance deal with whatever he’s dealing with and coming around to him later, Hunk doesn’t seek him out.
Keith noticed. He noticed since they first met. And it annoyed him. “How can he just pretend everything is fine when it’s not? How can he be so fake?” It’s one of the reasons Keith doesn’t like him. But as things get worse, he starts to back off. He’s worried, but how the hell do you approach someone?
Pidge notices Lance is a little off. She doesn’t say anything, not knowing what exactly is going on or how to help him out. So she hopes someone who knows will help him.
Shiro doesn’t notice. Honestly, he has so much going on he doesn’t notice half the shit going on between the paladins. Same with Allura.
Coran though. He sees how Lance is hurting. He tries to help, he really does. He asks Lance how he’s doing but he keeps brushing him off. “I’m fine, how are you Coran?” Is the usual answer.
Lance thinks he hides it so well. And true, if you weren’t around him a lot, you’d never notice. But they do notice. He just doesn’t know.
So his vicious cycle continues. And he feels utterly alone. And remembering they’re in space makes it worse.
Bellamy’s not gonna know that Clarke tried to radio him. He’s not gonna know that she basically bore her soul to him every day since they left the ground. And Clarke’s not gonna be the one to tell him. Because she wouldn’t want him to know. She wouldn’t want to put that on him. But something’s gonna happen with Madi where she mentions what Clarke dragged her outside to do every day like he already knows. Like it isn’t that big a deal because no matter how many stories Clarke could tell her about Bellamy, she still doesn’t understand the gravity and depth of their relationship. And he’s going to look at her, stunned, wondering if he’s sure of what he just heard. And once Madi tells him that yes, Clarke was outside every day no matter what, trying to contact him by name, he’ll get up and go to her. He’ll find her doing something, completely unaware of what he’s just learned, and he won’t be able to help but look at her. Awed and inspired by her hope in him as an intensity fills his chest that he’s never felt before. And Clarke’s going to find him looking at her and smile back because that’s just what she does. And she’ll be confused for a moment about why he looks so solemn but it won’t take her very long at all to find out.
I did not fall for him because he was good for me. I fell for him for the way he sees life. He is better than most of the people I have seen and spoken to. He is better than this ideal guy I had in my mind. He is tender. He is kind. He is loyal. He is ferocious and he is calm. I fell for him because I’m jealous of him. I fell for him because he is more than a song or a piece of art or a movie could make me feel. He gives me a sense of home, a sense of this serene and exciting infinity that I have always wanted. He is beautiful in a way he does not understand. He is what I have always wanted to be, to be generous and kind and loving and so very strong. Because that part of me has been lost and that part of me, I found in him. He is hope. He is that soul people show in books, a tender heart yet strong. That soul that survived through storm, ruffled and yet optimistic. Something, someone I try to be. Sigh. I found my home.
Imagine Steve wasn't in love with Bucky Barnes before his big freeze, but now he's falling head over heels for the Winter Soldier
Steve wasn’t confused
about his feelings. Not really. He’d been attracted to men just as much as he
had been women. He might’ve had to keep
his attraction to men fairly quiet until he woke up in the twenty-first
century, but he’d never been confused about feeling how he did.
The confusing part was
Bucky. Or, maybe the confusing part was
that it wasn’t Bucky. He wasn’t sure what the difference was, exactly, and what
it meant that he hadn’t been attracted to Bucky before he was the Winter
Solider, but he was now that Bucky wasn’t the Bucky he used to know.
He wasn’t sure if it was
the hair, or that shared life experience he’d mentioned to Natasha once, or if
it was something else that Steve thought, somewhere deep down, that he should
feel bad about because the change in Bucky had come at the expense of so much.
Bucky wasn’t the Bucky he
remembered and that difference made all the difference. He was darker and haunted and as strong as
–if not stronger- than Steve and there was something wily that shifted behind his eyes, sometimes, that
made Steve’s stomach flip.
Bucky noticed. And made sure to bring it up when he knew he’d
catch Steve off-kilter enough to talk about it (exhausted after sparring. Steve would be damned if Bucky hadn’t timed
it perfectly because he knew how good Steve thought he looked exhausted and
“You wanna do something
about it, or are you trying to see how frustrated you can make yourself?”
“What?” Steve sputtered. He wasn’t ready and didn’t know what to say
and felt guilty that he was attracted to Bucky (the Winter Solider) now that he
had seventy years of unspeakable horrors behind him. Steve wondered what that said about
Bucky sighed. “I see the way you watch me. Did you always do that?”
“You mean did I do it when
– Before?” Steve managed to keep his voice
Let it never be said that
Steve Rogers backed down from a confrontation.
Bucky nodded, watching
Steve carefully, searching his face for.
Something. When he finally spoke,
it was much quieter, secret-sharing. “I
was hoping you’d say that.”
“What?” Steve leaned back
against his locker. He was pretty sure
the wold was tilting on it’s axis.
“Steve, I – I’ve been
wandering around thinking you’re mooning over someone I’m not anymore and – and
it’s not true. You want me, not him. I mean – you know.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah, Buck.
I do. But what does that say
“-Stop. We’re both different. This might be the best excuse to finally forgive
yourself for the fact that seventy years just happened to change us both.”
It was Steve’s turn to
pick apart Bucky’s expression and when he’d done so to his satisfaction he
reached out towards Bucky, who leaned in in kind.
JARVIS ensured the locker
room was off-limits for the next week.
(First for the privacy of Captain Rogers and Sargent Barnes, and second
for the repairs necessary to the space once they were through with it).
This episode was full of River Song feelings, but I’d like to highlight something: The Doctor has always avoided death, he has never willingly murdered someone, he does everything he can so everyone can live. Then, at the begining of this episode, he finds himself in front of Missy, the person who he has repeatedly refused to kill, his last friend and connection to his people, and, yet, he doesn’t care anymore.
Because this is The Doctor after Darillium, his wife isn’t with him anymore. She died. If River Song died, then why should he care about Missy? He’s without hope.
In comes Nardole and reads a quote from River’s diary. He doesn’t kill Missy. River Song, his wife, reminds him of what he is, what he should be. That happens again at the end of the episode when he says that belief is all that he is, and he believes in what River wrote. Being The Doctor is believing in that, it’s never giving in, even without hope.
River Song is amazing, a badass, and saves the day and The Doctor even from her grave.
ps: Nardole says he’s the only person “officially licensed to kick the Doctor’s arse”, which implies that River is the only person who can give that permission, cause, you know, she’s River Song, The Doctor’s wife and queen.
A glow stick has to crack to be able to shine. (Until it cracks a glow stick does not shine.)
Sometimes we can’t recognize our true brilliance until we’ve hit that wall. When we finally come to that place where something doesn’t come easily anymore. When we really get challenged, and almost (or do) give up. Know that it’s in there. Like a glow stick, it’s just waiting to finally be cracked so it can glow.
I am so scared to meet Levi again and see the man he has become after 4 years. I do not want him to go on well with the recruits, they do not deserve his time, not after the way they treated him. :( I hope he has turned into a darker character.
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to having similar thoughts Anon. I’m really apprehensive about the next chapters. I mean obviously I’m desperate to see Levi again, to find out what he’s been doing for the last four years, but still…. I can’t say I’m too thrilled by this subproduct of titan science business, that has all sorts of potential to go horribly wrong.
I’m trying to hold out hope though. Yams plot and pacing may leave us shaking our heads, or yelling incoherently at our screens but, Ymir aside, he’s been relatively consistent when it comes to characterization. So I’m hoping that when we see Levi again, he’ll be the same miserable bastard that we’ve grown to know and love.
As far as getting on with the remnants of the 104th goes, I think that if Levi is still a captain of the Survey Corps and they are still his soldiers, then he will continue to treat them as subordinates. Whether they respond as such and respect the chain of command is anyone’s guess. I don’t expect Levi to treat them with kid gloves, and we’ve already seen that.
But at the same time, Levi is not a cruel man.
One of the things that has always fascinated me about Levi is that he is such a mess of contradictions. He has an innate capacity for violence and will not hesitate to use it, but at the same time, he is defined by his loyal and compassion. Levi has consistently been one of the most selfless characters in the series. He isn’t motivated by a personal dream or goal, but by his relationship to other people. Perhaps it’s all part of the Ackerman thing, but if so, it manifests very differently in the three Ackermans we’ve seen. The loyalty is always there for sure, but much as I love Kenny, compassion and selflessness were hardly his thing. For the sake of avoiding drama, I’d rather not comment on the other Ackerman.
So I think the darkness has always been there in Levi’s character, but it’s been tempered by his compassion and selflessness, and to be honest I’m not sure if I expect that to change, unless someone or something prevents him from fulfilling his vow to Erwin. If that does happen then all bets are off.
Of course having said all that, if Levi appears in the next chapter with his hair tied back and “Erwin Smith – Flame of Hope” tattooed across his chest, I’ll forgive Yams everything :P
Now, I have just watched and enjoyed another Cards Against Humanity video from Mark, with Ethan and Tyler. Now here are a number of things I took note of:
> After around 13 minutes, Tyler begins to laugh at some cards that are funny for whatever reason, something relatively normal with this game right? When he has this laughing fit not only does the background music cut out but both Mark and Ethan look slightly puzzled/disturbed. This not only makes it seem slightly more scary, but also more…real. Well, he sort of goes into another laughing fit after a brief moment of composure after the first, and the shot soon cuts away…but instead of the video moving on normally, the screen of whatever you’re watching the video on goes crimson. Just plain crimson. The regular light music continues on in the background whilst that colour persists for 20-30 seconds. Then, the video continues as normal, with no acknowledgment of any issues. Now, this could be an editing issue that they just didn’t notice when putting it together; but I think that is HIGHLY unlikely. So, it may transpire that something or even someone has corrupted that part of the video; but that isn’t the part that concerns me. I am worried, because it happened just after Tyler had an ever so slightly irregular laughing fit. So it really does beg the question: Did something or someone corrupt Tyler momentarily? I hope not.
> The other ‘thing’ that seemed a little odd in this particular video of Mark’s is the very end. Traditionally at the end of a Markiplier video there will be a little repeated visual of something that looked funny in the video, accompanied by his happy outro theme. However, this time it was a little strange. Firstly, the clip itself wasn’t all that unique since it was just Mark looking down and then up. That was it. Except, he didn’t just look up…he glitched up. You see it for just a brief moment but it’s there, and Mark is seemingly emotionless during the minimal transition. We all know that glitching full stop is a sign that there is something irregular happening, but the lack of added effects or editing interests me because on this occasion it’s been done very simply and without too much finesse. So, what exactly is it?
> This final point links in with the previous since it concerns the ending clip. When I first saw it I perceived that Mark was relatively emotionless, but now I’m not so sure. Looking at it now it’s clear that Mark is in fact smiling when he’s facing the camera, but this smile doesn’t feel as charming as usual. The smile is there but for me it doesn’t really feel that Mark is there with it, if you get what I mean. Combined with the glitching, I don’t think that this ‘happy’ expression is all it seems.
To conclude, there is some video manipulation like what we usually look for but this seems more elegant and professional. It doesn’t have the madness of Warfstache or the intensity of Dark. It’s more methodical and organised which would, from my perspective, suggest Google. You see when Dark has intervened there’s the telltale audio disturbance as well as intense visuals, and with Warstache he makes it into a whole spectacle. Markiplier TV proved that.
Perhaps after Google’s update he wanted to prove ‘how useful’ he could be? However the suggestion that he could have an influence over Mark and Tyler could imply that he wasn’t working alone. So I guess what I’m really asking is….
request from anon: Can I request a namjoon in college!au? It can be about anything! Maybe a tutor? Thanks and I love your writing!!
[Namjoon x Reader]
Genre: College!au, Humor
—>“I am brilliant, thank you very much. But if you don’t have a form of
payment, I’m afraid I will have to decline your proposal.” You fall to your knees,
hands clasped together, “Please, Namjoon; I’m willing to do anything.” The last word causes him
to look away from his book and down at you, taking in your rather pathetic
A smirk stretches across his lips,
A/N: Joonie can tutor me any day ;) hope you guys like this part one/intro of this series (i’m thinking three parts?)! xoxo
(“Soulmate"AU where you get a tattoo for every person you fall in love with)
Pepper’s tattoo is on her hip. Well, the one that isn’t faded yet.
There are five dull, grey ones scattered across her body, seemingly random and different in shape and size, but what do they matter? They’re done. It’s over. The only one she looks at these days are the sunglasses on her hip. They’re big. Obnoxiously big and shiny and she knows who they’re for, of course she knows. Tony has a little stiletto to match, right there on his ankle, bright blue and sparkly and the first time he showed her, she nearly apologized. It’s hideous and the both know, but it means love, so who’s gonna complain?
Understandably, no one is happy when the sunglasses start losing colour. At first, it isn’t even visible, the fade from black to grey barely noticeable, but then the grey becomes off-white and the glass loses its shine and Tony leaves, a bright blue stiletto still sparkling on his skin.
But Tony is fine, he said. Its fine, he’s fine - he’s always fine.
And Pepper sighs and strokes the steering wheel on the back of her hand that just appeared the day before.
It’s time to take a step back, okay? Like really. Just look at your actions, and consider objectively what you are doing.
As an active part of Tumblr, I acknowledge that there are some wonderful people in every fandom, whether that’s artists, writers, or just all around good people. I’m positive there are some of these people in Voltron. But I’ve been here for a while now and I, and several others are downright fed up with this fandom. Ive seen the old Voltron, and I love this new one. So please, take this objectively and try your best to consider your actions from an outside view.
First things worst. Klance shippers. I swear to you I have nothing against the ship, I think it’s cute. But the scale to which this ship is… Skewed is honestly painful. This fandom has, to an extent, taken Lance and chosen Keith to be the one to comfort him. It’s only Lance. In the fandoms eyes, the show is just a horrible Injustice to Lance after a horrible Injustice to Lance. Lance happens to feel like he doesn’t have a thing in a single Episode. He is reassured that he does, and while I’m sure the man has some remaining worries, he is not neglected.
I understand, he didn’t get much character development in season two. But honestly, the fandom is taking this too far.
Next on the list, Anti Shaladin. This may be the worst part, to be honest. Just let everyone ship what they’d like to ship. Simply because they ship Shiro and Keith, for example, does not mean that they are a horrible person and a pedophile. Just please, keep your business out of everyone else’s and everyone’s life will be so much easier. Thank you.
FInally, i hope, is the Shiro is Six meme. It’s old now, we get it. He’s had six birthdays. He was born on the 29th. More than six years have passed since he was born. Please stop. It’s just annoying now.
I understand I’ll get alot of heat for saying this, but to be quite honest I don’t care. Someone had to say it. And so, if you have something to say, I encourage you to speak to me.
Could we get Darkiplier trying to comfort someone who’s crying or something? Thank you <3
“You poor soul… Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay… Come now, young one. Let me help wipe those tears off your face. … Shhhhhh… I’m not going to hurt you. There you are… I know you’re sad, but it’s a part of being human. No one can fault you for that.
Whatever it is that has filled your heart with sorrow, whether it be stress, doubt, loss, hurt, fear… it can’t last forever. Don’t lose hope. Someone like you does not deserve to live a life of sadness.
Look at me… You have a soul that shines brightly amidst the shadows, and you are capable of anything. Keep your chin up, alright? Things will start to get better.
…Hmm? … (chuckle) Of course you may get a hug from me.
(sigh) I suppose it wasn’t too difficult for you to let me into your heart… was it now…?”
!!!!!!!! Oooooooh, chlonath week is approaching... how about nathanael and chloe as C2 and A3 please? (choose whichever you think works best!!! But maybe someone let slip something they didnt quite mean to say aloud????) Love your art!! ❤❤❤
I totally thought I had this one when I finished it, and somehow I COMPLETELY lost the prompt. I’m so sorry! I hope you like it anyways.
I was messing around with watercolors, too. Hope that’s alright >///<