i like amanda's a lot

anonymous asked:

ever since i stumbled across your blog ive been wondering if you were the amanda who ran that amazing carl blog ( theyoungsir ) in twd fandom. if so it’s nice to see you back around and pouring your love into another character and if not i’m sorry for the mix up!

yes it is i. congrats u solvd the crime


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I dreamed this last night and woke up with my heart hurting, so uh… here’s some fic for you?
Pure spec and completely not how s7 is going to go at all.

There’s a girl at the door.

Henry pauses at the foot of the stairs, keeping his grip tight on Lucy’s hand; strange that two weeks ago he had no idea she even existed, but now she’s the most precious thing in his life; he’d do anything to keep her happy and safe.

This must have been what Mom felt like after he found her all those years ago.

The girl is tracing the letters on Killian’s door, light glinting off the jewels in the small braids woven through her long, curling blonde hair. When she turns, hearing Henry’s footsteps on the stairs of the porch, he can see she can’t be old enough to have driven here; maybe fourteen or fifteen? Old enough to be out without supervision, but young enough that Henry doesn’t like the thought of her out alone.

More new feelings awakened by fatherhood.

“Henry?” the girl asks, peering at him curiously.

He looks at her skeptically. Something about her red jacket looks familiar, and the cautiously hopeful look in her blue eyes, but he can’t place it. When he tries to pin it down, the memory slips away like an eel. “Please don’t tell me you’re also my daughter, you look too old for that.”

She grins and that also looks maddeningly familiar. Lucy drops Henry’s hand and shoves him forward, making him stumble. “No, she’s your sister.”

Henry’s jaw drops, old, buried memories of Mom’s pregnancy and a blonde toddler rushing back. No wonder he hadn’t been able to place her, he hasn’t seen her since… well, since before he met Ella. “Cassie?”

Her mouth sets in a line. “CJ,” she states firmly. “It’s been a long time, big brother.”

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get to know me: 1/10 films » A Lot Like Love (2005)

  “Emily, I’m flat broke. I don’t have a job. I don’t have a plan. And I know, I know I’m probably six years too late, but will you give me strike one back?”

they say ‘you made your bed, now lay in it’
and for once, mine was comfortable enough to sleep in.
there’s a place between dreams, and nightmares that we
only see at night- some nights fall right in the middle of it.

a broken home feels like a broken spine, and we’d never
really had one to begin with; so we just sat there,
shoulders crouching, limp kissing, and no holding whatsoever.
every conversation felt like yet another needle being thrown
in my little ocean belly [that always seems so big] and
every time i’d wonder if the water feels the pricking.

i’d stay up all night crying about all the missing parts,
and all the things that weren’t enough; the only problem was,
that then, it seemed like they were a part of me; 
i see now, that they weren’t.

i remember you kissing me with a mouth that had just whispered love
to countless other people. calling them exactly what you called me.  i
remember telling you it was okay [like my cool girl self]; i hated it.

i’d stay up every night, having more panic attacks than you
could dream of. you weren’t there to see them, or care enough-
and so that night, when you spoke about her smell, with your
smokey mouth, i lost all that held me when nothing could.
i lost all that could fill me when nothing else did, but the thing is-

i gained myself. i remembered what i deserve; it wasn’t you-
and for that, i am eternally grateful.

LOSING AND GAINING // NAPROWRIMO 26/30 [LIT NIGHT * 30 Poetry Prompts for national poetry month 2017-  Fuck what you lost that night. Write what you gained.]


Ken’s reaction when Hani was announced as the first girl in the hot seat (the rose game, where the boys appeal to be chosen by the girl they like). - All the Kpop, Ep 33

anonymous asked:

So I have a question. I feel like I am not the target audience for Dream Daddy because I'm a gay woman, so I haven't planned on playing it. But I feel like people who talk to me about it are judging me when I say I hadn't planned on playing it because of that reason. So I was wondering what you think? I'm glad my other gay friends have a game for them so I don't want it to be like I'm taking their spotlight sort of thing.

Okay, honestly, just because you are not the target audience doesn’t mean you can’t play or enjoy Dream Daddy. Supporting a thing by buying and playing it is an okay thing to do, whether you are a lesbian, straight, or just not a man. Like half the guys that play it aren’t even dads and yet there is a ton of commentary targeted at things like being a trans man with a child, being a single dad after the death of a partner, being divorced and trying to raise a child; while feeling like your ex is undermining your parenting, or having a friendly relationship with your ex, while raising your children, and still finding a new partner.

Like there are a ton of different perspectives in the game and so the target audience is already a wide cast net (as far as being gay/bisexual/mlm/etc., just a dad, or both), but like I was saying, not being the target audience is okay too. Dream Daddy does a great job of normalizing mlm relationships in everyday and giving the perspective of the target audience. (side note for the picky: yes there are flaws, but overall it was Great).

As for the whole spotlight thing? Buying and enjoying the game is not taking the spotlight away from it’s target audience, talking about and celebrating is not taking it away either. In fact, it just offers a bigger space for enjoyment and fandom of the game.

Taking the game is making it about You, for instance (not at you but something I saw) there were a few wlw who were attacking this game, and I mean ATTACKING this game because there wasn’t an equivalent of it for them. Which fair, but why undermine the game for mlm??? Why not plan to make your own wlw game based off of it??? There was even some official talk about making that a thing.

Another thing taking it away from the men it is for, is excluding them from the fandom. Talking over them when they are so excited about this game. Some (thankfully from what I’ve seen so few) straight women have been taking the dads and doing what if their cis woman oc was the main character instead…which phases out the men this game was made for. Especially since some of the dads are in fact not bisexual or unknown as bisexual.

SO yeah, I don’t care who you are. If you think you’d like this game or don’t know if you’d like this game, or Whatever. Play the game, support the game, enjoy the game. It’s really cool, really sweet, the characters are varied and wonderful (except for HIM), it is overall realistic, lovely, and just so great to see mlm in a not overly sexual, normalized, wholesome, and satisfying filter.


Drabble for Fin week of @svucharacterappreciation weeks. Gen, with the tiniest hint of background Barisi if you want to read it that way.

Fin didn’t know when exactly it happened, because it had to have crept up on him, or he would’ve noticed and put a stop to it.

All he knew is, he used to be able to eat his lunch in peace. Now? Not so much.

Now, every time it seemed he got even a minute to himself, he was instead interrupted by Carisi, Rollins or both, who insisted on coming to him with their complaints. He didn’t know what he had done to suddenly seem approachable and like he cared, though he desperately wished he did so that he could take it back.

One day, in just the latest in a long line of interrupted lunches, he had barely even had a chance to sit down in the breakroom when Carisi strolled in and made a beeline for the coffee machine. “God, I’m tired,” Carisi sighed, running a hand over his face as he waited for his coffee. “Did I tell ya I’m babysitting for my sister Bella? I mean, I love my niece, I really do, but she is a handful.”

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love the little details in this scene - michael’s ‘heeey amanda’ like a lost puppy, the awkward, nervous dance & smile he does after, jimmy being a total mommy’s boy, mandy sweetly greeting her son and then immediately shooting a disgusted glare at fabian….

so Amanda and I were talking about modern magic and

witch bottles in old dasani bottles from the recycling because glass jars are expensive

runes in sharpie on bottle caps

wands carved with pocket knives from branches from the saplings in the local park

dried herbs hanging from pushpins and grown in old cans with holes punched in the bottom

Fae Gathering in children’s parks and lure kids out after park with what sounds like a punk show 

other Fae helping community gardens grow

ghosts from old civil war battles wandering around the business offices built on top of the sites of their death

kids drawing pentacles in their little siblings’ chalk on the floor under their carpet and fixing it with art sealant because their parents would notice if they pulled up the carpet to draw a new one too often

protection charms written on graph paper and worn in shoes during school

using oil burner scented oil or scented soaps to anoint candles

can i just like express how much i love writing this character for a second. like never have i felt so creative and free??? coming up with plots is like so easy to me, ideas just come into my head and i am absolutely loving it. it’s so easy to branch out for me and talk to other people and i just wow thanks for wanting to follow my lame ass and thanks for putting up w/ my memes!!! ur all fantastic


saw challenge [1/6] traps:   The Needle Pit

“Hello, Xavier. I want to play a game. The game I want to play is very similar to the one that you’ve been playing as a drug dealer. The game of offering hope to the desperate, for a price. I think we can agree that your situation is desperate. So I offer you hope. The price that you pay is that you must crawl into the same pit of squalor you force your customers into. By entering this room, a timer has been started. When the timer expires, the door in front of you will be locked forever. Only in finding the key before the timer runs out can you unlock and retrieve the antidote inside. I will give you just one hint as to where that key is: it will be like finding a needle in a haystack. Let the game begin.

Can we all just take a moment to appreciate Amanda O’neill rocking it in a suit? Like DAMN, GIRL!! <3 Gotta love that hair, too…

So this was my #cutiesaturday piece this week! Been catching up on Little Witch Academia the last couple night and got to an episode where Amanda poofs herself a disguise and as I said… DAMN!! I’ve always been oddly fond of tomboy characters, but I really do like Amanda a lot. Her design is so fun.

Also, this took WAY TOO LONG to finish for how simple it was! I mean, the only real shading is on the face and neck. lol I was trying so hard to make her look as close as possible to how she does in the show, since she looked so cool. I literally have a .png file with like 8 different pics of her from that episode to use as reference ‘cause I wanted it to look spot-on… Which caused this to take me a couple hours to do… ^^;;

Anyway, hope you liked it! :D