i know all these horses personally

I look at this photo
And I can remember myself dreaming of taking part in competitions (whatever rank), owning a horse, having quality tack, matching saddle pads…
I observed other riders who had those things, always wanting to be like them.
I’m looking at this pic realizing that and it makes me giggle 😆

sometimes I get frustrated so easily when it comes to equestrian things. Because Adam is not Valegro or sth, because I’ll never be superduper olympic rider. How come I forgot that my past self would die to be my present self?

I don’t know why this particular photo evoked those memories but I definitely should learn to appreciate what I have

Arrogate

So there’s something wrong with Arrogate. Maybe you’ll say I’m making excuses for the horse, but that’s not the horse that won the Travers, the Classic, the Pegasus, and the DWC. I saw him run in person, and that’s not him. I don’t know if it’s physical or if it’s mental, but he’s not right. I also stand by my post earlier in the week - I do not understand at ALL why Bob ran Collected. That horse has matured into a monster and was always going to be Arrogate’s main threat. The whole thing was weird

i think andrew hussie is a master class case study in author anonymity

like, who even gives a shit about death of the author when the author barely exists metatextually anyway? his public friends are all people associated with or who worked at one point on homestuck, his social media reveals nothing about him personally, and the only pieces of personal information he discloses are pieces of disjointed, unrelated, or “is he joking?” type material. i know he’s a sagittarius but i don’t know if he has parents. i know he has a giant blue horse dildo somewhere in his home, but i don’t know which state he lives in. 

nobody within the past 500-600 years of literature has managed to write something as big as homestuck and remain as secretive as he has. most authors are tempted by the fame offered to them via their work and immediately flood their audience with personal disclosure, try to make themselves celebrities. not hussie. hussie wrote one of the biggest pieces of internet literature in history and stayed completely off the map for all of it.

Also I overheard the person at the register talk about how Turf Wars has practically been selling out at all the comic retailers.

Dark Horse and the distributors severely underestimated the demand, and as a result, there aren’t enough books to meet all of the demand for them.

So the book has now sold out of the first print, and is on the second printing now.

And you know what that means? It’s a very good thing, because it means the book is selling really, really well.

And that is just a great thing, especially since the book features a bisexual romance.

So I’m proud of the Korra and more specifically, the Korrasami fandom for making this an all around success.

MYTH LOKI-PSA!!! ( written with one hand at 5:30 in the morning)

Loki ( or rather Loke/Loptr/Hveðrungr) as in the original Norse god, was many things you might not know. Here are a few of them:

-gender fluid
-pansexual
-a mother
-intersex

These things are not tumblr inventions, or Marvel inventions (both is fine on it,s own and I am a huge marvel fan, and I love tumblr etc). Marvel doesn’t acknowledge most of these points. This is the original mythology/Edda Loki.

Gender fluid:
He loved to transform and transcend between genders. He also practiced magic, which was seen as ergi/womanly ( Ergi might loosely translate as “gay”, in the sense of being “unmanly -__- . though Odin did the same and used magic, he wasn’t seen as ergi ). There are different accounts of him walking around as a woman for pure fun, enjoying male attention etc. - transformation was very much his "thing”!

Pansexual:
Loki had a lot of sex, with any kind of living being ( and trees, and rocks 👌🏻). He didn’t care if it was man, woman or in between or neither. He was known to be sexually hungry, adventurous and daring. He had several affairs, casual sex and two devoted wives, over the cause of his life.

A mother:
Loki fathers children, but he also gave birth to officially one, but potentially more. In different versions of the myths, he might have given birth to a few of his monster children ( he is known as the “mother of monsters”).
They are most commonly told to be his giant wives children, but there are very old untranslated poems and stories where he is giving birth to a few of them. While that is debatable, he did birth Sleipnir the horse.
While people try to say Loki was raped by the stallion, the original Prosa Edda and early poems actually never say he didn’t enjoy being a female horse or the interaction with the stallion. It’s said that him sand the stallion had “such dealings” that he fell pregnant. That’s open to interpretation in my opinion. He wasn’t “raped by a horse”, he was a female horse himself at that point. If you see Loki as a cis male, it might feel odd to think he might not dislike what happens with the stallion. But if you know Loki was gender fluid and sexually very adventures, it’s suddenly a lot less weird or unimaginable. He might not have planned for that encounter, because he only wanted to distract the horse, but there is no real statement that he totally hated everything that happened. I mean, being in a mare-mindset and all? BUT it’s all up to personal opinion, and it’s fine to believe one thing or the other.

Intersex:
Loki as a giant ( or half giant) was most likely intersex.
The Jotnar of Jotunheimr were giants known to have both male and female genitalia, according to many versions of north mythology ( not just the Edda, but other myths and retellings too). They birthed an sired children alike, so when speaking of Lokis mother or father, it doesn’t mean them being male or female, rather if they had given birth to him or not.
There are different giants in the Edda with strikter gender presentation. But when it comes to the Jotuns/Jotnar of Jotunheimr, they were intersexual beings.
There are different versions of Lokis origin ( we ignore marvels silly attempt to make him Odins adopted son. They were blood brothers!), in some he is presented as a half-Jotun, in other just as a normal giant.
But half or full-giant, he was most likely just as intersexual as the other giants in the myths. Most likely!


These are some points people might not know about him. I researched a lot over the years, even talked to a danish Loki-expert who works with Viking museums in Denmark and Sweden. If you never heard of these things about him, please don’t just disregard these details about Loki and his rich history. It’s what MAKES him Loki.


Loki is a character that’s very often debated in depth, to the point where some people even debate if he was truly a Norse god, or if he was later written into the Edda by Christian translators to create a negative character like the devil/Lucifer. Or if he was real, but twisted to appear in a more negative light. ( I chose to believe he was an original character in the myths/religion of the Vikings, not a Christian invention )
But no matter what or who Loki was ( or is), he sure wasn’t a typical god. And I love that!
Got more cool Loki-facts? Please share!!!!!
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
P.S.
Excuse typos, or that I didn’t post sources. This was a passion-post. Sourcing all the research I did for over 6 years, back before 2011, mostly offline , with experts/professors, as well as online, would mean I have to find really old links, scan books and articles I don’t have near me and call back people. HOWEVER, all this is 100% based on actual sources and not on tumblr or fan-canons or Marvel. I’d like to actually turn this into an article/master post or at best a video with sources and maybe even experts writing stuff for it. If anyone is interested in making this a group project - I have opened a Facebook research group for it! please join!   Facebook. com/ groups/ 255763984909514/

P.P.S.
Please feel free to add to this, or correct anything you feel was left out or presented incorrectly (if you DO please SOURCE your claims!). I mean no offence to anyone with this post, it was written out of love for the subject. I don’t mean to offend anyone believing otherwise, or like whatever religion etc. But this is my religion too, and I identify strongly with Loki because of all these facts that make him so appealing to.
Also just to note, I am aware that Loki isn’t like “a cinnamon roll” or “a cute bae” that needs saving, etc. I don’t try to make him look good or use him for my personal agenda. This is my personal inclusion from years of research. I want to source all my claims, but for that I need time. again, if you have sources for other cool facts, or for the things I’ve stated, please share share share!

Prince Damian Wayne falling in love with a "Commoner"

•Damian is known as the hothead out of the 4 princes.

•You were a servant for Prince Grayson, you trained his horses (Dick was known to have the fastest and most well trained horses because of you)

•You’ve been to Prince Jason’s and Tim’s castle to train their horses, but never visited the youngest prince.

•But one bright morning your prince told you to pack your bags for a weeklong trip.

•You arrived to a castle you never visited before, Prince Damian.

•His castle was the most lavished filled with international treasures.

•When you had to introduce yourself to Damian you shyly stepped into the room and gave a slight bow for respect.

•"You’re rather ugly.“

•The first thing Damian said to you.

•You stood up shocked glaring at Prince Damian’s bored face and for some reason… Prince Dick was smiling?

•"You’re rather rude.” You quickly snapped back.

•Damian looked slightly shocked that a commoner would talk back at him like that.

•Before Damian could say anything else Dick quickly ushered you out of the room and shut it.

•"You like her?“ Dick questioned with a grin.

•"I just said she was ugly.”

•"I know you too well Dami, Y/N is one of the sweetest people I ever met.“

•"She’s a commoner.”

•"And you still took interest in her.“

•By the next day you were fuming as you attended the horses.

•This Prince just called you ugly before you even said a word!

•Riding one of the horses to an open field you saw Dick’s horse follow soon after.

•"How do you like Prince Damian?”

•"He’s the rudest person I ever met! How do you see anything nice about-“

•Well you failed to notice Damian’s horse was right next to you.

•How did he get up here so quickly???

•You rode your horse away from the two Princes, obviously not wanting to talk.

•The whole visit Prince Damian always found some flaw about you.

•"You’re hands are all calloused.”
Damian would say stroking your hand.

•"You’re sense is fashion is horrendous.“
As he would slightly touch your shoulder.

•"How do you not know this?”
Damian would mutter peering over your shoulder.

•You mostly kept your mouth shut for fear of losing your job, but sometimes witty remarks came out.

•The bickering between you too became worse as Dick decided to extend his stay for 2 more weeks!

•Dick just sat there with a happy smile as you two were arguing over whatever came up.

•When Dick was out for a meeting Damian unexpectedly showed up to where you usually hang out.

•"Marry me.“

•Is what he said simply and plainly.

•He had no caring tone or eyes, he seemed very uninterested.

•"Why would I marry you!?”

•Then Damian proceeded to list your flaws and bow he can fix them, also adding your poor background so marrying him would be an upgrade.

•Enraged by his comments you threw a pail to his head and stormed off.

•Dick returned to Damian’s castle and with hopeful eyes asked how it went.

•But Damian’s glum attitude and red scrape on his cheek said all.

•Dick made Damian explain how everything happened.

•And when Damian finished talking he put a hand to his head and groaned.

•"That sounded like a order rather than a proposal Damian. You need to say it with emotion!“

•Dick also checked on you.

•You were angry and packed your things to go.

•"I know Damian messed up big time, but give him a chance. Please Y/N.”

•You sighed and unpacked your things giving it one last shot.

•The first few days was an awkward silence between you two.

•However, Damian didn’t say anything bad about you and actually came to you
When he needed help.

•Slowly you began to talk to him more.

•He seemed more nervous, obviously not wanting to make the same mistake.

•When you two were on a friendly talking level you began to see what Prince Dick found good in him.

•Damian was secretly very kind and thoughtful.

•He was actually the biggest donor to helping the poor.

•Reluctantly you fell for him.

•3 months later Damian tried to propose to you again.

•This time the speech was filled with emotions.

•He bantered on how much he thought you were beautiful and intelligent when he first saw you, but was too awkward to say anything nice in the beginning.

•After be apologized for his past mistakes he promised to be the best man he can be for you.

•Needless to say you accepted his proposal.

#sanversweek day 3: “you’re drunk”

“Hey, Khara!”

Kara looks down at her phone for a second, suspicious. The phone says it’s Maggie calling, but Kara’s never heard Maggie’s voice sound like this before.

“Maggie?”

“Kkhhara! Hey! The sister of my – my Alex’s sister! The sister of my Alex!”

Kara lets out a deep breath. “Hoo boy.” Maggie’s drunk. Maggie’s shitfaced. Maggie’s shitfaced and Alex is out of town and Maggie called Kara.

And Maggie and Alex have been together for a while now, and things have been a lot better between Maggie and Kara since Alex was kidnapped, but they don’t exactly hang out without Alex. They can chill in the living room together while Alex runs around the corner to pick up dinner or whatever, but that’s pretty much it.

But Maggie’s shitfaced and Alex is out of town and out of all the people in city Maggie could have called, she called Kara.

So Kara gets Winn to track Maggie’s phone, because Maggie keeps accidentally hanging up on her out of excitement to be on the phone with “the sister of my Alex,” and so she finds herself standing outside a sports bar in a part of town she rarely goes to.

And she elbows her way inside and has to use her x-ray vision to find Maggie because she’s smashed up against the bar, surrounded by tall men yelling at TV screens.

“Kkhara!!” Maggie’s face practically splits into pieces from the force of her grin, dimples threatening to tunnel down into her gums, and Kara understands the power this woman has over her sister. That smile, honestly. “How’d you know I was here!?” Maggie is just thrilled with this turn of events, and she’s completely off her face but so happy that Kara can’t help but grin.

“I came to take you home, slugger. You’re a little drunk.” Kara reaches out a hand, but Maggie instead propels her entire body into motion, throwing an arm around Kara’s shoulders and pulling her into the bar. The force of it would have knocked most humans down, and Kara spares a moment to be grateful that her sister is so physically strong.

“No! Khhhara! You gotta stay, we gotta watch, I’m magic, I’m helping!” Maggie gestures with her other hand to the TVs which seem to be showing a hockey game.

“You’re watching the hockey game?” Kara’s confused – Maggie’s never mentioned hockey before.

“Yeah! But you gotta take a shot every time they fight, okay, super Kara?”

Kara pinches the bridge of her nose. “Hoo boy,” she says again. That’s a lot of shots.

“How about you take shots of water for the next few?” She offers.

Maggie blinks at her a few times, face serious, before she cracks another huge grin. “THE SISTER OF MY ALEX IS A BABY GENIUS,” she crows, waving her arms dramatically to make sure the whole bar knows.

She gets literally everyone in the entire bar to take a shot of water for the next fight, which Kara’s sure the bartenders are thrilled about, and she clinks with all the people around her, and makes them all cheers “to hydration.”

She’s fucking hilarious. Kara’s filled her phone with photos and videos, and she sneaks Maggie’s (inputting her sister’s birthday as Maggie’s lock code, because this woman is so fucking smitten it’s ridiculous) to take more footage.

By the end of the game, Maggie has transferred herself entirely onto Kara’s back, holding on like a koala. And she’s so happy, and she won’t stop yelling into Kara’s ear about how much she loves Alex, and how much Alex would love shots of water because Alex is a doctor and doctors love hydrating, and how much of her body is water, and how much she loves Alex, and how being smart must be genetic in the Danvers family, and how she knows they aren’t genetic-ed together because of the big ole secret she can’t say (Kara shoves another shot of water in her mouth there), and how much she loves Alex.

And Maggie makes Kara walk her all around the bar like a victory lap and she shakes hands with every single person in there, and calls them all “my dude” and she tells them all “I know you love me but I’m a lesbian for my Alex and this horse is her sister” and Kara is so glad to see that not one of them seems to even blink at that information.

Kara doesn’t get her out of the bar until about twenty minutes after the victory lap ends because Maggie remembered she had pictures of Alex on her phone and wanted to show them to everyone because “my Alex is the most beautiful doctor of aliens in the multiverse, my dudes.”

But finally they’re outside on the sidewalk, Maggie still piggybacked on Kara.

Kara considers her options, and figures it can’t hurt.

She trots to a nearby alley and transfers Maggie from her back to her front, tucking her firmly underneath one arm.

“What are you doing, my horse of Alex? Where are you – OH MY GO—WHOOOOOOAAAAAA!” They lift off, Kara going slowly at first in case Maggie is going to freak out or get squirmy.

But Maggie’s eyes just get super wide and she whoops and she is clearly so fucking delighted. Kara flies her home the long way, detouring over the ocean and doing a couple loops because she’s never seen Maggie so happy, so light, so childish, so thrilled.

When Kara touches them down inside Maggie’s living room, Maggie looks up at her, eyes glassy with happiness. “Can we do that again with my Alex?”


Maggie wakes up to one of the worst headaches she’s ever had.

She groans, and it takes her nearly ten minutes to screw up the courage to open her eyes.

She rolls over – so slowly – and grabs her phone off her nightstand. She can’t believe she remembered to plug it in. She must have been off her fucking face last night – she can barely remember a thing.

Her face screws up in confusion – she has like a million texts in the group message with Kara, Winn, James, and Alex. She scrolls through them, realizing that they’re photos and videos from Kara documenting her whole night.

This is monumentally embarrassing.

Alex clearly woke up earlier, and has already flooded Maggie with loving texts, admiring her shots technique and confirming her medical approval of “water shots.” Alex says that she loves her and that she’ll be home tonight and she’s ordered a pizza to be delivered at 12:30pm to get Maggie through her hangover.

She’s the perfect woman.

Maggie has one more text, this one from Kara.

i had the BEST time last night, my dude. can’t wait for the next hockey game. xox -the sister/horse of your alex.

  ‘ ‘ Imagine being betrothed to Robb Stark and meeting him
  for the first time / PART 2. ‘ ‘

Gif’s not mine, credits to the owner.
A/N: Here’s the second part of this imagine, as requested! You can find part one here. Requests are always open.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Robb Stark was a magnificent young man, just like your mother told you.
The night before was given a feast in your family’s honor and you met his brothers, sisters and parents. You spent all night talking to Robb, hearing the story of Winterfell, his family and about his childhood. Every time he had looked at you, you had felt like you were in heaven. With his piercing blue eyes, and that beautiful smile of his that made your heart flutter.
Now, just like promised the day before, you were riding with Robb in the woods. 

“ I really like Winterfell. “ you speaked after a quiet silence, smiling sweetly to your future husband. He looked at you curiously, returning the smile.

“ Do you? “

“ Yes. It is not like the South, actually it’s very cold. But I do enjoy being here. “

Robb didn’t say anything, he just laughed quietly. He couldn’t believe that you were gonna be his wife. When his father told him that he had to marry a girl he got angry and felt like all his freedom was soon to be gone. If he had to get married he had to think about his new family first, cherish his wife, have children, and he was way to young for that  or at least, that’s what he thought. After getting to knowing you, the only thing he wanted to do was kiss you, hold you againt his body and make you his. Was this what they called love? When you arrived at a little glade, you got down from your horses. Robb approached you, and you gently interlocked your arm with his.

“ You know, “ Robb started, looking at you. You had started walking beside the little creek that flowed in the woods. “ at first I thought you were just some ordinary lady, but yesterday night you proved me wrong. You are gentle, lady (Y/N), you are a beatiful person and you have a kind heart. Every time I look at you I think about all the beautiful years we will spend together. I… I never felt something like this. “

You stopped, looking at him with glistening eyes. So he felt it too. Now Robb was towering you, and he was looking at you like you were a goddess. His goddess. Your gloved hand went to his strong chest, covered with fur coats and leather. 

“ When my father told me I was going to marry you I was afraid. I thought you were an old lord who would use me. ” you confessed, and Robb laughed a little, shaking his head. His hand caressed gently you red, puffed cheek, sending goosebumps down your spine.

“ You thought I was some old lord, huh? Well, from your look yesterday I could say you were pretty satisfied when you saw me for the first time. ” he quirked a brow, causing you to laugh and hitting him gently.

“ Could you blame me? “

“ Not at all, my lady. “ 

And after these words, Robb leaned slowly and brushed his lips with yours. As like for asking permission, he stopped before you nodded. He kissed you, and oh, was this a kiss. You felt his soft lips moving slowly on yours, and it felt like those lips were made just for yours. The kiss was gentle, a little sloppy, and in that precise moment you knew that you were starting to fall in love with Robb Stark and there was no coming back.

hey friends :)

I’m gonna be real honest with you here, it’s been a long time since I’ve worked on the fake bf fic and writing is hard and life is just overwhelming as hell these days, so if y’all wouldn’t mind giving me just a liiiiittle bit of validation that my writing hasn’t turned to complete crap?? that’d be super cool??? please & thank you, here is what I have of ch. 6, it’s not a lot but hopefully there’s gonna be more soon now that I have some kind of flow???? idk man I love you all thank you for being so ridiculously patient

Keep reading

so like 3 years ago this girl i knew had a horse that died and i didnt know what to say (i did feel very terrible for her, I knew this horse and her very well at the time!) so i got drunk and posted the lyrics of 5000 Candles in The Wind to her Facebook, leaving out the part about lil Sebastian, and I got all of these comments like “oh my god carly, this is so thoughtful, bless you!!” and she commented saying how amazing and thoughtful i was for writing this poem for him. they can never know the truth. i think this is my deepest secret. 

3

“He is an elite detective who has a furious temper like that of a wild horse. Since I didn’t know how to express the personality, I went over to a local police station. However, when I went, I realized the officers there were mostly in their 40s. I couldn’t find anyone similar to In Kook Doo. He is just a fictional character after all. Since he was so different from my usual self, I had to think carefully about every move. During my early acting days, I was full of myself, thinking I knew it all and had everything together. However, after starring in ‘Strong Woman Do Bong Soon’, I realized how hard it got the further I went… After monitoring my acting I understood how it was all a process of development.” - Ji Soo

You cannot go out preaching love, peace, acceptance, and tolerance just to turn around and shout vulgar insults at people with differing beliefs than you.  In the real world you will ALWAYS find differences in belief systems and world views, and there will ALWAYS be something that people disagree on.  Disagreement is not an excuse to hate and to bully, REGARDLESS of the topic at hand.  It doesn’t matter.  We’re all human and we all deserve patience and respect.  No one person is any better than anyone else.  Get off your high horse.

My Lady Gaga Theory

This is something that is on my mind since Lady Gaga released her new video clip, John Wayne, and I just want to write it down so I won’t forget.


So, everyone knows that all the clips she released from Joanne are connected to which other. They all start were the last one finished. But John Wayne looks quite different from Perfect Illusion and Million Reasons… The clip reminds me of old Gaga videos, with a frantic pace and lots of color. So how does this one connect with the others? I read a comment saying the Gaga realized that the first videos were not good and decided that it was time to go back to what she did before. Not only I don’t agree with this (to me, Joanne is more mature than her previous albums) I also think this is bullshit. There’s no way Gaga didn’t know what she was doing. This is not a random change of pace.


In July 2016, Gaga and Taylor Kinney ended their 5 year relationship. In September, she released Joanne’s first single, Perfect Illusion. The song talks about a heartbreak, about a relationship that wasn’t as good as the song’s character thought it was. The videoclipe shows Gaga in a sort of journey, trying to deal with her new situation and trying to understand what went wrong. She dances with strangers and runs in desert, as if she was lost.



Then, she released Million Reason (to me, the best song in the album). This song is about a person trying to rebuild a broken relationship; she begs for a reason to stay even though she knows it’s not a great relationship. The clip is very melancholic and she seems, again, very lonely. She’s trying everything she cans to bring him back, but she knows is all in vain.



John Wayne, like I said before, is frenetic. It starts with Gaga talking in a calm tone that becomes a shout. She rides horses and motorbikes; she hurts herself without noticing or caring about it; she gets a ride with a stranger and runs over a dog; she shoots a gun; she kills herself. She’s angry and she says “I crave a real wild man” because every guy she knows is “just the same”. In the end, everything is just a day dream.



So, this is my theory: Lady Gaga will release 7 video clips, each one representing a stage of grief. We already have Perfect Illusion as SHOCK, with Gaga trying to cope it the break-up; Million Reason as DENIAL, with her trying in vain to save something that is already dead; and John Wayne as ANGER, for obvious reasons.


After that, we have BARGAINING, GUILT, DEPRESSION and ACCEPTANCE. I think Dancin’ in Circles will be the next video, since it talks about masturbating to fill a void someone left in our lives. Maybe this is the way she found to keep him next to her. Or maybe Sinner’s Prayer, which also can be GUILT. I think Just Another Day could be ACCEPTANCE and Hey Girl DEPRESSION.



Ok, so this is it. My theory that doesn’t change the world. I wrote it because I didn’t saw anyone talking about this and what I read was quite stupid, so that’s it. Sorry for my English :)

sonhoedesrazao  asked:

OOOH JIMON: "Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?" (make it a love declaration scene and i'll love you forever)

8:47AM.

Simon is gonna be late to class, he just knows it. Three months being exclusively nocturnal have really ruined him for normal things like timetables, public transportation and traffic. He gets off on the next station and decides to walk the rest of the way.

Still. Despite his racing thoughts and irrational fear that his professor will hate him forever for being a few minutes late, he’s excited. He’s going back to school! He’ll take classes again and be bored beyond relief over static lectures and be looked down upon by much cooler classmates. Things will go back to something resembling normal.

Simon checks his phone again. Twelve minutes until his class begins. He could use his vampire speed, but the streets are busy and swarming with people. That’d be a little hard to explain. He takes a deep breath and takes wider steps.

Someone bumps into him. 

“You’ve been avoiding me.” 

Keep reading

Character Analysis: Velvet Crowe

I know I shouldn’t be adding more fuel to the whole Berseria discourse that’s been happening since it’s definitely been beaten to death like a dead horse. Yes, there is misogyny and sexism prevalent in the game. Yes, I agree that it’s quite irksome at times and it gets me annoyed at certain characters as well. 

But put all that bullshit in a blender, shit on it, and pour it into the sewer and put it aside, then honestly, in my own personal opinion, Berseria has one of the strongest and memorable cast I’ve seen in a Tales game in a pretty long time. Plus, I’ve been itchin’ to do Berseria character analysis’ for awhile now.

I don’t speak for everyone or anyone other than myself for this one but I want to start off with how much I love Velvet.

Keep reading

the-bookish-soul  asked:

So could you write a fic where Feysand daughter is hurt like heart broken by a boy and her twin brother is like imma punch this boy who made my sister cry Sorry if this is confusing You can message if you don't understand

Thank you for sending in your prompt. I always like to be challenged, and this one was definitely a challenge. I hope you like it!

- Tara


Originally posted by joyeuxno-el

She was sitting by the window, watching her father spar with Uncle Cassian in the snowy lawn. The wind was brisk as it came flowing through the open glass, but Olive didn’t shiver as she took in the weather of the Winter Court. Father had become close with Kallias, the High Lord of the frosty territory, since Olive and her brother had been born seventeen years ago. They vacationed at the Winter Court multiple times throughout the year, although Olive preferred to stay in Velaris. Although Luc loved the snow and the ice, Olive was at her best when she was underneath that starlight.

Keep reading

Neighbours: Part Two - Tommy Shelby

The Phone Call

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | 


As suspected my ankle is sprained. Charlie’s nurse has strapped it up with the advice that she’s not really qualified to diagnose or treat anything more complex than coughs and sniffles, and with the assurance that I’ll get it checked out, she lets me get the car back home.

“Everything alright Miss?” Jones asks when he sees me hobbling towards the car, propped up by Tommy.

Keep reading

SDCC 2015, LET’S DO THIS!

Above is the signing poster I made for this year, to celebrate the 10 years this Avatar universe has been out there in the world. Below is our schedule, once again:

Friday, 10-11 AM, Room 25ABC:  Dark Horse Comics panel with Mike & me

Friday, 12-2 PM, Dark Horse booth: signing with Mike & me (and maybe a special guest too, I’m not sure yet)

Friday, 4-5 PM, Oni Press booth: Invader Zim comic signing with Jhonen Vasquez & me

Saturday, 3-5 PM, Nickelodeon booth: signing with Mike & me (again, and maybe a special guest too, I’m not sure yet)

Ticket info for the Saturday Nickelodeon booth signing: Nick folk are handing out tickets on both Friday AND Saturday morning at the booth between 9:30 – 10:30am. Only 125 tickets will be handed out each day.

I know the overwhelming majority of people out there can’t make it to the increasingly-difficult-to-attend-and-prohibitively-expensive San Diego Comic Con. In addition to this, Mike and I haven’t had and don’t have the schedules to allow for us to attend the many great, smaller conventions all over the globe throughout the year. San Diego is very close to where we both live, so it is quick and easy for us to get down there. Being such a big convention, it is also one that companies like Nick and Dark Horse put a lot of their focus on and marketing resources towards. I just wanted to explain those factors, as I know it is probably frustrating for people who see all the SDCC chatter online and can’t participate in person. We appreciate that many of you ATLA/LOK fans out there would love for us to come to an event or hold a signing closer to your stomping grounds. During the productions of those series, we were mostly chained to our desks trying to meet an endless procession of deadlines and could only carve out a long weekend or two a year for conventions. Now we are busy with new endeavors and the ATLA/LOK events will taper to a large degree. But perhaps our respective new publishing projects will bring us on book tours and to other conventions around the world in the future, allowing us to meet more people we haven’t had a chance to yet. We love you folks! Thanks for your continued support!

Wow. I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt so annoyed by someone that wasn’t an anti.

“Many discussions very much misunderstand the story and how it’s written”

Get off your fucking high horse.
You aren’t the author. You don’t know what the author was thinking when she made killing stalking. People are free to fucking interpret things how the want to. Not everyone is obligated to share your fucking point of view. I found this personally insulting because I have a disorder which makes it harder for me to perceive social cues and context. Your fucking perception of the story isn’t the “right one.” that’s fucking bullshit. And most of all, I hate people that try to isolate themselves from the fandom and act as if they’re some kind of fucking pseudo intellectual. You’re not supierior or special for having your own opinion.


As for the minor thing, meh. The comic is clearly rated 18+ and minors are well aware that they shouldn’t be reading it. And maturity doesn’t depend on age. I’ve come across some pretty ignorant 20 year olds on this site whole on the flipside I’ve meet some really mature 15 year olds. Don’t police minors from what they can and can’t consume, lezhin clearly rated the comic as mature. Any minor over the age of lets say, 13 knows that they shouldn’t be reading it, but you saying “if your a minor you’re not welcome here!” you’ll just make them feel isolated. Or at least, that’s my fucking opinion.

FucK

2

Requested by: @semjase20

Ivar’s point of view.
My arms hurt, my palms hurt, my back hurts, my wrists hurt, my neck hurts, my shoulders hurt - everything hurts. All I want to do is lie down and sleep for half the day, but Floki is already in my ear about the next strategy, Bjorn’s already going off about what we did wrong and that, though it was half way decent, it still wasn’t good enough. Ubbe already has the look of annoyance and disapproval by everyone. Hvitserk and Sigurd would soon be passed out in a pile of horse dung by the rate they’re drinking, and all of this doesn’t matter, because two simple words was enough for me to hold my tongue and walk away.
‘Y/N’s hurt.’
I didn’t even throw a ‘shut up’ over my shoulder as I crawled passed Sigurd and he smirked to himself. He wouldn’t know the difference between ignoring him and being the bigger person. Although I would like to say that I’m being the ‘bigger’ person, I’m not. I’ll think of something witty to say to him next time.
The tent stood strongly in the middle of the camp where it would be guarded most. Shields lined the outside of it, most of them covered in blood and splintered by axe or sword marks.
I ignored the woman at the entrance, as she told me where to go. I didn’t need a guide, I can already see her. Lying on the bed, eyes closed, sleeves ripped and dried blood covering her side and head. She would’ve fallen from the abdomen wound and then either been kicked or stood on in the process.
“We thought she dead when we did our rounds.” A woman peered down at me. “She still breathes, but I don’t know for how long. She’ll be with the gods in no time if she doesn’t get any better.”
“Then shouldn’t you do your job and make her better?” I snap. “Or are you too stupid to do that? Get out of my sight.” The woman rolls her eyes and shakes her head as steps around me. If you tell me she will be with the gods if she doesn’t get better, than should you fix her? I hoist myself to sit her as she lays on the ground, and take hold of her hand. “You will be alright, Y/N. I’ll protect you.”