i just stay here in my delusions

In Memory of Carrie Fisher: Princess Leia Roleplaying Sentence Starters
  • "Why, you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking, Nerf-herder!"
  • " Captain, being held by you isn't quite enough to get me excited."
  • " I'd just as soon kiss a Wookiee."
  • "I don't know where you get your delusions, laser brain."
  • "Well, I guess you don't know everything about women yet."
  • "I hope you know what you're doing."
  • "You don't have to do this to impress me."
  • "Would it help if I got out and pushed?"
  • "I happen to like nice men."
  • " Stop that. My hands are dirty."
  • " I am not a committee!"
  • " I thought you knew this person."
  • " I have a bad feeling about this."
  • " We're going to get pulverized if we stay out here much longer."
  • "Some day you're gonna be wrong, I just hope I'm there to see it."
  • "You certainly have a way with people..."
  • "I don't know who you are or where you came from, but from now on you'll do as I tell you, okay?"
  • "Someone has to save our skins. Into the garbage chute, fly boy."
  • "I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on board."
  • "Aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?"
  • " It's a wonder you're still alive."
  • "Will someone get this big walking carpet out of my way?"
  • "You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought."
  • "You needn't worry about your reward. If money is all that you love, then that's what you'll receive."
  • "Your friend is quite the mercenary. I wonder if he really cares about anything. Or anybody."
  • "They let us go. It was the only reason for the ease of our escape."
  • "I knew there was more to you than money.
  • "Put that thing away, you're gonna get us all killed!"
  • "Looks like you've managed to cut off our only escape route."
  • "This is some rescue! You came in here, but didn't you have a plan for getting out?"
  • "You're a jittery little thing, aren't you?"
  • "Who have they found to pull that off?"
  • "You know, no matter how much we fought I've always hated watching you leave.
  • "You think I want to forget him? I want him back."
I did not sign up for this

I was calmly scrolling down my timeline on twitter today when I saw Caitriona’s picture.

Immediately, I recognized Sam’s girlfriend and I just knew tumblr was on fire. For a second my thought was “Wow, I haven’t checked my blog in weeks!”, but then all I could think was “Thank God I’m not on tumblr these days”.

I took a look at the comments under Cait’s tweet, and they were exactly what I was expecting (not in a good way): mean, vile words from adult people that really makes me ask myself what the hell is wrong with them.

Some of the comments said:

(I was like WHAT THE FUCK.)

And there’s a lot more, but I’m sure you all have seen them by yourselves.

Completely disgusted, I did something I haven’t done in months - I checked some shippers’ blogs, just because I had to see how far they would go. And, OF COURSE, things got “better”:

She’s PROUD, for heaven’s sake.

I’m not a violent person, but I swear to God, I want to slap these people on their faces.

This is truly the biggest nonsense I’ve seen in a fandom, and I’ve been in some messed up fandons. The level of delusion here is something else.

Now, I know there are some great blogs here on tumblr, blogs that are really about Outlander, but there are just too much of this obsessed Sam/Cait shipper bullshit polluting this part of the fandom.

I’m not leaving my blog for good, I don’t want to give up on this fandom, but I think that, at least for now, the best thing I can do for myself is to stay away from this mess.

I’ll fangirl about Outlander on twitter, where I follow some people from the cast and all the news websites that post about the TV show. And where I have some internet friends who are not at all obsessed with the lives of Sam and Caitriona or who they are dating.

Maybe I’ll be back when season 3 starts to reblog some beautiful gifs those great blogs will post. Maybe not. I don’t know.

The only thing I know for sure is that under Cait’s picture there was a tweet I can 100% relate right now:

P.S.: Remember when that famous shipper “deleted” her blog and her friends were all like “you all drove her away from the fandom blah blah blah”? Just think about how many Outlander fans like me wish they could peacefully fan on tumblr. How many of us were driven away from here because of this freaking mess. Just think about it.

anonymous asked:

Hiya if u r taking prompts can u pls consider "our grandfathers were mortal enemies during high school and they found out we go to the same school and keep trying to get us to sabotage each other and you’re super into it but like… i kind of have a huge crush on you so i’m having a hard time??” au. It's fine if u don't want to. Thank u. Ur writing is lovely btw.

“—Your international relations papers are in on Friday, and I swear if any of you email me with lame excuses,” Finstock pauses, runs a finger across his throat, “There will be consequences. It’s the first day back, Greenberg, there’s no reason any of you can have for not having done the appropriate research over the summer. You’ve had two months to prepare for this. I mean it, essays in, or there will be no detention too long for you. Now, get out of here.”

Derek squirms as much as he can in his seat, feels his hands begin to sweat, looks up at the ceiling cursing Stiles Stilinski’s name.

“Hale!” Finstock stalks over to him, “I dismissed your class; do you find yourself to be of so much importance you can ignore direct instructions from your teachers?”

“No, sir.”

“Then why are you continuing to sit here?” Finstock rests his hands on Derek’s desk, leans in to glare at him, “I know being seniors leads you all to believe you’re already god’s gift to society, but newsflash, kid, you’re eighteen years old; you’ve barely started growing facial hair—”

“Actually, Coach—”

“Outside of making my life extremely,” Finstock leans closer, coffee stale breath making Derek wince, “Extremely difficult, have you ever even had a real job?”

“No, sir, but—”

“Then what is it you’re still doing, here—defying my direct order—if it isn’t because you’ve gone out and made a start at being useful to society by giving back, paying taxes, working, for a living and looking to confess it to me? That you’re finally letting me have some peace without you in my classes?”

Derek scowls up at him, “I can’t move, sir.”

Finstock pauses, gives him a once over, “What.”

“I’m…” Derek grits his teeth, “My pants are stuck to the chair.”

Finstock squints, gives Derek a look like he’s going to start pulling his hair out, or maybe Derek’s hair, fifty fifty.

“Are you messing with me, Hale? After everything you and Stilinski put me through last year, after the damn bird incident; the water balloons.”

“Coach, I swear, it’s not me, it was—”

Finstock grabs Derek’s shoulders and attempts to yank him upwards. Derek lets out a yell when his knees bash the desk, unable to go anywhere but directly into the damn thing. The chair legs jam into the desk behind him, there’s an uncomfortable scramble as Finstock struggles to take Derek and the desk/chair combination’s weight. It’s one of those moments Derek would love to have on tape to prove it actually happened. It’s mortifying. He suspects it’s exactly what Stiles was going for.

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MUSE for the signs


“Lose control
Increasing pace
Warped and bewitched
Time to erase
Whatever they say
These people are torn
Wild and bereft
Assassin is born”


“Paradise comes at a price
That I am not prepared to pay
What were we built for?
Could someone tell me please?”


“I cannot sleep
There’s too much noise in my head
I cannot sleep
I want it here instead”


“Stay away from me
Build a fortress
And shield your beliefs
Touch the divine
As we fall in line”


You’ve got to be the best
You’ve got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now”


“I’ve read you well
I just want to get away
Cos you used my love
I just need to get away

My trust in you has been abused
My trust in you has been overused”


“And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams

Trying to please you for too long
Trying to please you for too long”


“I want it now
Give me your heart and your soul
I’m not breaking down
I’m breaking out
Last chance to lose control”


“Ooh, 1, 2, 3, 4 fire’s in your eyes
And this chaos, it defies imagination
Ooh, 5, 6, 7, 8 minus 9 lives
You’ve arrived at panic station”


“The bitterness inside
Is growing like the new born
When you’ve seen, seen
Too much, too young, young
Soulless is everywhere”


“For one moment
I wish you’d hold your stage
With no feelings at all
Open minded
I’m sure I used to be so free”


“Everything about you pains my envying
Your soul can’t hate anything
Everything about you is so easy to love
They’re watching you from above”

The Gems Return//Closed Steven Universe AU

The year is 2014 in the small rural town known as Beach city. In this small town lives a six foot tall teenage boy with long brown hair and brown eyes named Cooper. Two years ago his mother and father were killed in a car crash and was sent to this really small town to live with his grandparents in his fathers old beach house. At first cooper wasn’t happy about see new living arrangements. He has to work two jobs just to keep this two bedroom house paid for, not to mention feeding himself and his grandparents and getting clothes for everyone. The only upside is that he’s out of school because beach city doesn’t have a college he can go to. When cooper first came to this town he heard rumors of a time when magical beings lived in this town. Most of the stories came from his father because he lived in beach city and supposedly seen these ‘crystal gems’. Even though he was a dreamer, cooper never believed these stories and his suspicions were confirmed when he arrived and there were no magical beings. It’s been two years and cooper is finally considering leaving this little town, but as he dreamer he still holds hope that a little twist of fate will turn his life around and bring some excitement back to this town and back to his life. Its now just around sunset and cooper is walking down the beach on his way back to his house with his hands in his pockets and his gaze to the sand at his feet. “This town is going to bore me to death. Think it’s time I leave this place.” Cooper glumly thought to himself as he kicked the sand with every other step he took. The teen wasn’t wearing any shoes which he never honestly did when he walked in the beach because he didn’t worry about kicking anything hard on this beach. “But my father would want me to stay here. I don’t know why though. All those stories he told me about magic people and creatures…probably just the delusions of an old man.” He thought to himself

I don’t know, man. It seems that if you think Dean Winchester is constantly going on about how straight he is on the show, it might be more in your head than in the actual text, seeing how he has never directly stated it and it has only been alluded to a handful of times in the past.

But then I got to wondering why those handful of lines of indirect evidence ought to weigh more than things that Dean Winchester has directly, explicitly said either to guys or about them:

Hey, man. I uh, dig the hair-cut.

Look, man, I – I got to tell you, I dig your style, all right?

I like him. He says okie-dokie.

Man, I liked Ranger Rick.

It was really good. You really had me there. It was very smooth.

Know what? You’re awesome.

Your wife told us about your, uh, birthmark there. That’s nice. Well, you look great, Cliff!

You know, for a fed you’re not a total dick.

I got to tell you. I worshipped you, growing up.

Oh, Richie. Look at you. Bringing satin back.

He was my gay thing.

The last time someone looked at me like that, I got laid.

I’ll stay here, hook up with the posse. ‘Cause you know me – I’m a posse magnet. I mean, I love posse.

I need you. We’re family.

Don’t make me lose you, too.

You, on the other hand, look good.

It shows. You look amazing.

This isn’t where they stop, either, just where I got bored digging them up. Feel free to add your own.