i like just's reminder version better

Hunk is cowardly in canon but he’s slowly overcoming it as he grows more confident in himself, both as a pilot and a Paladin of Voltron.

Lance is self-absorbed in canon and thinks a lot about personal glory but we’re seeing him overcome that, esp in season 3 when he realizes war isn’t a participation game. It’s bigger than him.

Pidge is selfish in canon and put her family over the fate of the entire universe but realized ultimately that everyone in the universe has families, and she needs to fight for them all.

Keith is impulsive/a lone-wolf in canon with little regard for others’ and what they think but he’s actively working on it and trying to be better at slowing down and actually listening to his teammates and working with them, not against them.

Shiro and Allura similarly, in canon, internalize their problems and try to shoulder everything by themselves and think the weight of the Universe rests on them alone but they’re both starting to realize they can’t do that and they need to be able to let go and share the burden with others.

The point of this post is to remind people that these characters have flaws, and what I listed is just one of them for each, but the point is, these characters, just like humans, have flaws that they’re learning to overcome, in their own time. That’s the whole point of fiction. You see characters with flaws and you root for them to overcome those flaws and be better versions of themselves. Just because these characters have flaws, doesn’t mean they don’t have strengths. Just like actual humans, fictional characters have,  are supposed to have a good balance of both to make them more three-dimensional and interesting.

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A follow up to the posts about the Nazi art (drawn by a Klance artist), the Pride Parade Klance sign & all those edits where Sheith scenes in canon got turned into Klance ROMANTIC scenes by people who constantly spam “I ONLY SEE THEM AS BROTHERS, BROGANES, THAT’S SUCH A PLATONIC BROGANES SCENE” everywhere.

NOTE: This is referring to the Klancedom, NOT Klance shippers. If you do NOT do any of these things, this post is NOT talking about you.

This interview has been approved of by MisterPoofOfficial (names were blacked out at her request).

Do NOT harass any of these people in the screenshots.

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rain (reddie) ch. 3

Type: Series

Summary: Richie and Eddie had dated each other for a long time, and things had been going great - or so, they thought. After Eddie comes home to an empty apartment and a note left behind, the loving relationship of four years tragically ended. Years of never speaking to each other later, the wedding of Beverly and Ben brings everyone back together, including Eddie and Richie. Hotel room mix-ups, drunken confessions, loud arguments between several losers, bad parties, old childhood games, memories, music, love, and drama ensues over the week of preparing for the wedding.

Pairing(s): Reddie, Benverly, Stenbrough

Word count: 3.1k

Chapter warnings: Just a little bit of toxic masculinity

A/N: tHIS TOOK FOREVE RI’M SO SORRY LIFE SUCKS RN hdksjd. the next chapter should be coming sooner than this one. also, shout out to my bestie @bcckybeaver for making a rad ass moodboard for the fic. it reminded to tell you guys the song of the fic. red by taylor swift (but i hate her so listen to the cover version by fifth harmony that fits the fic better). hope you guys like! edit: AS ALWAYS, credit to my amazing beta @r-u-reddie for helping to make this shit coherent and put together.

AO3 link coming in a week

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“I’m a fuckin’ screw up..” Smoke filtered past Richie’s lips with each word he spoke, creating a large smoke cloud in front of him that dissipated moments later. His eyes were red not only from his intoxicated haze, but also from the uncontrollable crying he’d been doing all day. He felt emaciated, hating that he was on his fifth cigarette of the day without even a slight curve in his hunger or nerves. Despite this, he still told himself that he deserved that for what he did.

He didn’t even flinch when he felt his cigarette being snatched from his fingers, his dark eyes lifting to stare up blankly at a concerned Beverly. “Richie, stop it.”

“I was smoking that.” Richie’s tone was apathetic because he truly did not care about the cigarette. He didn’t care about anything except for the thing he’d given up.

“For crying out loud, Richie, why won’t you just go talk to him?” Stan’s once patient and and sympathetic voice was now laced with exasperation.

They didn’t understand. None of them did. See, Richie hadn’t done what he did for himself. If he had it his way, that ink would have never made contact that stupid sheet of paper, and he would be cuddling his now ex-lover on Eddie’s loveseat instead of crying his eyes out.

He didn’t react when he felt Beverly’s hands grasp his, dropping his gaze down to his bony knees that bounced restlessly. He hadn’t been able to sit still all day, which typically occurred when he was nervous or excited over something.

This time, he was anxious. He was anxious, and he was distressed.

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Ok so after taking a little mini breathe I decided to this again. I seriously considered walking away permently and deleting my blog after all the crap (caused not by Norman but by the fandom I might add but I digress) but I’m not a quitter as you all know and its me to just throw away all my hard work because I got pissed off.  So with that said i wanted to do another post on my writing because the last one was so helpful to me in formulating my ideas.

So anyways having a discussion with a friend on Messenger helped me indentify the three core influences on Daryl psyche, especially when it comes to relationships, most notobly with Carol. Because like I said in my last one, understanding your characters history is extremely important when writing a story.

So lets do this.

A little Daryl psychology  for writing purposose.

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anonymous asked:

Love love LOVE your blog! Would love to see drugstore dupes for high end skin care!

Good suggestion! I’ll try to keep that in consideration when I try/find affordable skin care that reminds me of a more expensive alternative. 

I just bought some Korean gel eye masks, 60 for only $10 so i’ll let you guys know if those are comparable to more pricey eye masks because those can get really expensive..

I know sleeping masks are really popular right now, they’re sort of like ultra hydrating night time moisturizers. I love, love the Origins Drink Up Overnight Mask, leaves my skin SO soft and supple. The CosRx Nourishing Rice Overnight Spa Mask is really similar! CosRx is an affordable Korean brand.

Another favorite product of mine is the Tata Harper Resurfacing Mask, it just makes your skin look so much better like you just had a facial. Everything is smoother, brighter, any acne I had is much smaller. A similar mini peel mask is the Vichy Double Glow Peeling Mask. Vichy, a french pharmacy brand is now sold at Target and Ulta! This mask is more than 50% less then the Tata Harper version, both chemical exfoliating masks. 

The Loreal Hydra Genius Daily Liquid Care Extra Dry Skin reminds me a lot of the Peter Thomas Roth Water Drench Hyaluronic Cloud Cream and Belif True Cream Aqua Bomb. All of these moisturizers feel incredibly lightweight and absorb really quickly while still feeling like your skin just drank 3 liters of water. The Loreal Hydra Genius has loads of aloe water and hyaluronic acid, great for all skin types.

Shea Moisture and Physician’s Formula makes a pure Argan Oil for anyone who loves the Josie Maran Argan Oil

Fairy Tail Chapter 520 Review

Alright guys here’s chapter 520: Dragon or Demon

So our cover page is actually pretty cute. I like the caption of “the reason to travel…” and hey we have lucy wearing Natsu’s scarf.

So we start off where we ended the last chapter, with dead Irene. We should probably leave this scene before readers remember last chapter and come at Mashima with ruthless aggression.

Umm Bull crap Erza. You are not okay, you happen to have all the bones in your body broken and a sword wound. If any other character was in this situation they’d probably be screming at wendy to heal them. Oh wait she’s not any other character no she’s Erza.

Actually now that I realize it, does any member of team Natsu aside Erza know he died. Kinda crappy to not tell every one that but then again you were dragged into a fight with an extremely powerful character so probably not the best time to bring it up.

So we get to what this chapter is all about and we have Igneel talking to Natsu about the demon and dragon seed.

Honestly I like Igneel doing this. Whenever natsu is getting too self centered have Igneel smack him out of it. Honestly its one of the things I like about this chapter. Also Igneel explains it’s the fusion of the seeds that causes this death flag, so he should just choose one.

Okay here’s a scene I honestly like. The idea is just choose one path to take and decide what power he wants. It’s honestly not bad.

And I like his answer. The idea of him only being a human is one that I really like. Now here’s problem, pacing. All of this feels way too fast. We’ve had this whole time for Natsu to learn something for himselfand at that point he should start thinking toward all that. I don’t mind the answer but I mind that Natsu answered way too fast. It’s not hard and we’ll see that not that much else happens in this chapter so play up the drama and have Natsu contemplate everything then have this be the end of the chapter.

Umm Igneel as a father there really shouldn’t be a right answer for you to determine. It should be natsu confidence in his choice that you should appreciate.

Another scene I like but a problem I have is this feels too fast. Have more emotional bonding time with Igneel then this departure will mean a lot more.

Um He’s awake but here’s my probem, is his death cured? I know the whole point was to find the cause of his death but all that build up around it and we get another fake out. I know it’s FT and no main character actually dies but you already had the magic tumor thing going, doing that again is really dumb and kills more interest.

And here we have the whole reason why some will say this chapter is great. Okay apparently Hiro doesn’t seem to remember the shit he got from GMG when he had naked lucy and people raised some hell on his twitter for it. Well apparently this is totally different cause she got to keep her underwear. Okay only the bottom half.

Again my problem with this chapter right here. This conversation of how he’s END but how he chose being human should not take one panel. Lucy is your best friend, talk to her like a friend would in this situation. Lucy What reasoning? At most Natsu gave you a summary.

And here’s another problem with this chapter, these universe one pages are a waste. I get they are trying to establish that Irene is dead and the world is going back to normal but with a chapter about Natsu’s choice there really shouldn’t be 7 pages dedicated to other stuff.

Okay I’m including this panel because damn that’s some nice artwork.

Our chapter ends with natsu proclaiming he’ll make it to Fairy Tail. Okay first off was the “strongest bond” your friends or your dad. Again here’s the issue of going to fast, I can’t tell if there is actual growth on screen or just reaffirmation pf already learned lessons.

And with the next chapter called the strongest mage, all I can hope and pray for is Gildart vs August.

So post chapter follow up: This was a rushed and lazy chapter. I felt like this was a lot of stuff Hiro wanted to cover but didn’t want to work on it for very long because then he couldn’t get closer to the end as fast.

So pros of the chapter all the ideas are nice. I came into this chapter really excited because the Natsu plot is one I was very interested to see resolved. A lot of the ideas of being human triumphing over others is a little cheesy but one I find very endearing.

But on to the cons, this chapter was too damn fast. I like these ideas but the reason they are effective is you devote time to them. Rushing past them is not going to have the same effect as immersing yourself in the same drama your character is going through. So through out this chapter I given very hollow versions of conversations that I would really want to see. Another thing is this chapter just reminded me how pointless Universe one was. I said I’ll make a “10 things that ruined this arc” list or some variation of that and you sure as hell better believe that’ll be on there. And another thing is the death fake out. I’m not against it being solve and Natsu is the MC so of course he won’t die but don’t throw away this moment as if it means nothing, please play up the drama give us big imagery and revelations of why this is happening. Don’t zoom past it.

Final Verdict: 4/10

  • Just lazy
  • Too Rushed
  • It would’ve been average but so many of these great drama points are glossed over and that really burns me up.
work thoughts

again, got a kind of buildup from the past few weeks so here we go

-on the back of our bakery case at the cafe is a note reminding us that the zucchini nut muffins have walnuts on top and the better morning muffins have pecans–except that whoever wrote it has spelled zucchini “zuzzicini”.  I’m not here to mock anyone’s spelling skills, I just like saying it. zuzzicini.

-I also have written on this sheet of paper: “the weeds will inherit the earth”.  I dunno if this is the start of an unfinished poem or what. can’t remember. :I

-concept: Ludo’s Broken Bride EP with Magnus Burnsides.

-I went looking for the origin of the exclamation “P.U.!”/”Pee-yew!”/”Phee-yew!” and wiktionary says it’s a stretched-out version of “phew!”.  seems solid, I guess.

-y’know that thing where one song gets stuck in your head but it turns into another one every time you hit a certain line?  I can never think of ‘em off the top of my head but I remembered this one: Jiminy Cricket’s “I’m No Fool” turning into “Skip Along Tippy Toes”–yes, these are from CDs/casettes I used to listen to as a small child.

-who the hell sang the disney silly songs collection?! multiple artists obvs but…there doesn’t seem to be a list anywhere??

-you can let yourself feel bad about things you’ve done without hating yourself.  I mean, it’s really hard but I think it helps?  like thinking objectively through an argument or conversation you’ve had instead of being too scared to examine it and see that maybe it wasn’t as bad as you thought. sometimes you just gotta do that stuff and feel REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE and then you feel better.

-does coffee taste the way it smells to anyone?

-in the mornings at work I’ve started stretching my legs/giving them a little activity by…tightening and re-tying my shoelaces?  putting one foot up on a shelf and leaning down to re-do the laces actually feels really good.  //shrug

-there’s a church we pass on the way to our apartment from the parents’ house that had this on its sign: “the best part of waking up is jesus in your cup”

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12x22: Raising Sammy and Seeing Dean

It’s review time!!

First of all WOW. What an episode. Berens knocked it out of the park and just… man, I could flail about this forever.

There’s so much to talk about, so I’m going to start off with some broader observations before getting into the real meat of the episode.

MISCELLANEOUS STUFF:

  • I liveblogged a little so, check my 12x22 tag for anything I mentioned before but not here.
  • Lol. Roy and Walt. Seriously?
  • Garth is alive!
  • Claire is alive! (as far as we know)
  • Toni: I’m glad to see her gone. Do I feel for her son? Sure, but there was pretty much nothing she could to redeem herself in my eyes. They went WAY darker with that character than I was expecting at the beginning of the season/end of last season and she just gets an all around NOPE in my book. That being said, I did love her rant about how Sam and Dean are action-movie-loving, cheeseburger-eating, American lunatics. And how Dean was just like YEP.
  • Ketch: What a bastard. But he will be missed. Ok, more like DHJ will be missed. (If I didn’t have so many other things I really desperately want for S13 after watching 12x23, I’d be cashing my chip for Ketch’s super sweet Canadian shifter version to join TFW just so we could keep DHJ around.) As much as I disliked Ketch as a psychopath, I really enjoyed his character. I think what made me like him better than Toni, even though they were equally as dark, is that Ketch knew he was an evil bastard…he just didn’t give a shit. Toni somehow thought she was still in the right, still better than the (other) psychopath.
  • Dr. Naomi Umbridge: The fact that she didn’t know the different between Sam and Dean was just a great reminder about how utterly clueless the BMoL truly are. And so much of that is context – they have some facts, but they don’t really see how they fit together. (I’ll talk more about the Sam-Dean thing later.) Also, I am curious to see if the BMoL will make an appearance again – it’s not like they’ve been entirely wiped out, which Hess reminds us of with her phone call.
  • JODY MY QUEEN. Fuck I love this woman probably more than I should (no, that’s a lie…there’s no such thing as loving her too much). I loved all of her moments with Sam and Dean and Alex. Anyone who thinks the brothers don’t need anyone else in their lives can fuck right off because this episode and 12x06 and really every episode she’s been in has been a case study of how having family is a good, grounding, positive influence. (Also, if you want my thoughts on Jody as a “mother”, click here.) 
    • Other Jody moment: A+ having her shoot Dr. Naomi Umbridge. This whole season has been about motherhood, and if anyone says that Mary is the ultimate dark mirror to someone like Jody, well then you haven’t been paying attention to the Kendricks School of the Fucked Up. Dr. Naomi Umbridge is the mother of the BMoL and Jesus did she REALLY fuck up her kids. (There’s a part of me that really wants to compare her to Dench’s M, especially in Skyfall and how that relationship gets twisted, but it’s been a long time since I’ve watched that and I have way more to talk about.)
  • THE GRENADE LAUNCHER. YIPPEE KI YAY– 

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Please allow me one more not-math post. I’ve been through a bit of a rough spot and it helps me to write about it.
After my run-in with carbon monoxide poisoning and the resulting need to enter the domain of the ancient evil that is my crippling fear of hospitals, I’ve had some difficulties getting back on track, but I’m starting to see the light at the end.

I think what has helped me the most was to practice having positive and negative emotions at the same time. For me, feeling numb, despondent and trapped are symptoms of needing to be sad, angry or afraid but not letting myself do those things because those emotions are so unpleasant I feel like I’d rather be empty than feel those things. 


So I’ve been numb and despondent for long enough, and today I finally decided I’m ready to go ahead and be scared and sad, like I’ve needed to be. It’s not nearly as bad as being numb and despondent. The initial descent into it is torture, but it gets better and better all the time. 


I’ve been awful to this version of myself, the scared and sad version that I denied and ignored. I’m sorry for that. Inviting her in and listening to what she has to say has reminded me to take care of my whole self. I am not just the parts of myself that I like. I can improve the parts that I don’t like as much, but I can’t change everything all at once. In the meantime, I forgot to love who I am right now. It helped me remember to be compassionate to everyone, because if I can be kind to my own fear and sadness, then I can certainly treat any human, animal, or object around me with the same kindness.  It has helped me to remember how grateful I am for my beautiful life, my safe little home, access to nutritious food and good healthcare, my friends and family, and the science I love. More than anything, I am so, so grateful for my healthy body, that allows me to wake up, move freely, and pursue a more complete understanding of that science. My body is injured, but it will heal. It will live a while yet, and with a life like this, I can imagine no better gift.

Okay that post I reblogged earlier about 3D CGI reminded me of a game I got when I was younger. It is the perfect example of “rendering 2D characters into 3D”. (Note: this is just my opinion of the game, if you like it please don’t take this personally).

So the game is Spongebob Squarepants Featuring Nicktoons: Globs of Doom. 

The DS version was pretty decent, as far as the sprite work. But the Wii version? Not so much. The 3D work in the Wii version was pretty bad. Even for the time it was made (2008), they had better CGI available than what was used here. But whatever. All the characters looked pretty off-model, considering almost all of them originated from 2d cartoons. But the ones who suffered the most were the characters from Invader Zim. 

Here’s what Zim looks like in the original series:

And here is what he looks like in the game:

I MEAN GOOD LORD

DID THEY EVEN WATCH THE SHOW?

Also bonus: They somehow fucked up Jimmy Neutron (even though he’s from a 3D show that was only slightly uncanny):

I’m fucking crying look at his EYES

Anyway, in conclusion, not all 2D characters look good in 3D. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it.

So I just finished reading Symptoms of Being Human by Jeff Garvin and while I cannot yet properly articulate my thoughts on this book the way I really want to, I will say this: it is amazing. 

I don’t want to give anything away, but everyone needs to read this, especially non-cis people because I honestly cannot remember the last time a book made me feel this fucking validated. It is a masterpiece and it is so important and I really, really, really hope that Jeff writes more books.

Like… there is a part in the book that honestly perfectly summed up what it was like finally finding out that this thing and feeling and confusion had a name and a shape and that it was something that could possibly make sense. 

“At some point during my research, I came across the term “gender fluid.” Reading those words was a revelation. It was like someone tore a layer of gauze off the mirror, and I could see myself clearly for the first time. There was a name for what I was. It was a thing. Gender fluid.”

Also, I haven’t read a book in a really long time that really dealt honestly with how life felt and looked like once you have to re-enter the world after being in a psych ward in a way that I could relate to and say, yes, that is exactly what it was like. That is exactly how it feels and in a way that didn’t feel like it was trying to clean everything up all nice and neatly. It was honest and raw and so very, very comforting to see my thoughts and experiences writing out for me through someone else’s words. I went through so many of the same things that Riley did and it felt so fucking great and painful and exciting and triggering and validating and warm all at once. It felt real. It was like taking all the jumbled thoughts that have been in my head for so long and making sense of them. 

“It feels good to be the normal one for a change, but it’s awful to be surrounded by sick and hopeless people. Like being in a room full of the worst possible versions of yourself, surrounded by reminders of what you’ll be become if you don’t get better. If you don’t fix yourself.”

And

“I’m supposed to be better now. I’m supposed to be able to function.” 

The book has so much more and it is amazing and I want to talk about it more but I do not want to spoil it or trigger anyone (because, there are some triggering parts of this book tbh) but honestly, just go and read it. 

If anyone needs to borrow it (via kindle) shoot me an ask. 

Also, if you read this, please talk to me about this book! 

some of my personal rules when I draw pokemon-gijinka that you don’t really need to know, but you can read if you are interested.

1. the nurse pokemon is going to a nurse (ex.Wigglytuff)

2. if one pokemon has more than one conscious, I draw it as separated character (ex. Doduo)

3. I’m not necessary drawing one pokemon ‘evolving’, in my gijinka, they can be family, friends, or simply same 'race’

4. in Korean traditional clothing “Han-bok”, there is a thing called “yeonji gonji” and for me it remind me of the electric mouses identical cheek mark. so I decided to draw every electric mouse pokemon in Hanbok. i see a lot of people dislike about this idea but i am having real fun :3
(also, electric mouse series are very popular, so if you don’t like my version, there are tons out there in the internet)

5. I don’t re-draw pokemon that i finished. it’s simply I know myself, and If I start changing all the gijinkas just because I have a better idea. I’ll never be able to finish till the end. but I might make a rough fan book or something and in that book I will change some of the gijinkas (and add Metapod)

I think this is all I can think of right now, I’ll add more if more come in to mind!
Thanks for enjoying my stuff! I really hope I can finish all of the pokemons:3

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The beautiful Acxa from Voltron the Legendary Defender. I know this idea has been done a million times already (I know I saw one for Kristin Stewart before XD) but I just had to do one for Acxa. I kind of like how her unreadable face reminds me of Rei from Evangelion.

I made two versions of this. This first one I did in watercolors. Unfortunately, I wasn’t satisfied with how it came out as the paper I was working on turned out to be an unpleasant surprise. My previous watercolors were only done on affordable 90lb paper and they turned out fine. This one was done on 140lb paper and I naturally expected it to yield even better results, but no. The paper started coming of in bits in the second wash and when the paint dried the colors didn’t look well blended :/ So I made a second version in CG. Overall, I prefer the CG, but the watercolors have a certain character to them.

@onlyshestandsthere replied to your postAnyone else thoroughly not into the idea of a DCEU…

I’d actually really love it. Maybe they’ll mess it up, but I’d love to see a more ‘alien’ Kara. I love the show, but it’s not giving me the depth of character I’m looking for, at least S2 isn’t. DCEU Kara would be very interesting to see. The Injustice version is also hella cool. And she might be in Young Justice S3. Give me all the Karas, is what I’m saying.

I just have so many reservations because either she’ll be cute and light, which is Melissa’s current mark on the character, or she won’t, and people will praise it as better than the show’s version because she’s darker.

A lot of what makes Melissa’s Supergirl so great was how girly she is. And that’s what’s gonna be criticized if a more serious DCEU Supergirl comes along and does well. Not the shitty choices they made in season one, but the show’s Kara as a character. The same dumb misogynistic criticisms the show had in season one.

Hell, if this Supergirl has a bigger cup size, you know that fanboys are gonna be like “This is how Supergirl should look!” and I’m not looking forward to it.

Listen, Supergirl messed a lot up this season, but I can’t imagine a greater depth for this character. They haven’t touched upon it enough recently by any means, but it’s still intrinsically within her and I’m looking forward to future possibilities and to them hopefully fixing their mistakes.

And honestly? The DCEU got Wonder Woman right but has not lived up to that ideal in other areas, so I don’t trust that they’ll be offering her some new depth of character. I mean, I wasn’t fond of the way they’ve handled Clark’s storyline, because it lacked that same light.

And I just want Melissa to be this generation’s live action Supergirl in the same way Grant is this generation’s Flash, because she’s so right for it and represents something so bright, even if there have been some crap choices made for her.

And people are not as critical of Grant as they are of Melissa (for… reasons you can guess), so he is able to withstand both his show’s issues and a new movie version better than Melissa can for Supergirl. And frankly Melissa’s interpretation is tacking a shit ton of criticism for another (male) character’s actions and it doesn’t sit well with me.

I just I don’t think we need another live action Supergirl iteration right now, I can’t imagine it giving me anything better than this Supergirl is capable of. I think we should focus our energy in giving this Supergirl the storylines she deserves. 

10 Life Tips for Millennials


I’m a Millennial myself, but these are just a few things I’ve learned that I wish I’d known sooner.

1. Stop telling yourself you have to have kids by 26.
When I was 21 I thought I’d be married by 24 and have kids by the time I was 26. I thought trying to have children past 28 meant I was going to have one dusty egg left, and the child would be born as a fully formed Clint Eastwood. The truth is that you have until at least 35, and those extra years are vital for your career, your home, and figuring out who you are. You shouldn’t have a kid just because it’s according to your plan or because you are afraid you’ll never have one. I’m still not ready for children. Yesterday a five year old was riding a tricycle up and down my hallway and he was blocking the door to my apartment. When I leaned in to ask him to move, he sneezed all over me and my groceries. It took all of my effort not to cow tip him and flatten his tires. Motherhood’s not calling out to me right now. Pizza is calling out to me. Motherhood not so much. 

Oh, and PS–having no kids–also a totally valid choice. As a person who is tired of being slammed in the back of the shins by mini shopping carts at Trader Joe’s, I thank you for your service.

2. Stop lambasting yourself for not being the CEO.
The CEO became the CEO because he or she put the time in, worked hard, and eventually asked to be CEO. (That last part is important–no one will give anything unless you ask. Except for those samples of Chinese food at the mall. Those always come without request.) A lot of older generations think that millennials expect to walk in to the office and get a raise for showing up. That’s not necessarily true, but we do internally freak out when we see others getting a raise when we are not. Younger generations were raised on internet culture, which means for almost our entire lives we’ve had a box in front of us that says, “This is where you should be in life. And this is the best version of whatever you’re doing. And here is a 12 year old who is already doing it better than you.” With those thoughts in our heads, an unstable retirement future, and an assload of student loans, we are running a race that our co-workers are not even competing in. I’m sure it was fucking delightful to grow up without the internet telling you what to do. It was all boxcar races and apple pies…but what do you think the older generations would be if they had Buzzfeed’s list of “40 Apple Pies That Are Better Than Yours”? Or a YouTube clip of a five year old building a boxcar in ten minutes with nothing but a bendy straw and gum. 

Neurotic. They would be neurotic.

3. You will fuck up your taxes.
Ralph and I were both the top of our class in school, and yet we have both overpaid and underpaid our taxes already. And every year we have tried to pay online we have ended having to pay AGAIN by check. It’s not because we are not adults. It’s because taxes are written in the Elvish language from The Lord of the Rings and the online site is just two twigs holding up a piece of paper that says “US Tax Forms.”

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Sansukh Re-read Ch.2

Okay, posting of chapter 2 ended up being delayed, because I had to run to the store and then crashed after I got home (getting up at four, five, and then six in the morning for three consecutive days will do that to you). Good news is, it’s a new day and I have very little that I need to do, so I can indulge in one of my favorite hobbies (reading, it’s tied with writing for first place), and squeal some more over this amazing story :)

Dwarrows centuries-dead greeted him, and as his sight returned he occasionally found himself brought up short by a familiar face or a vague family resemblance. Surely that was a Durin nose – surely those were the family ears! He walked around in a haze of recognition and bewilderment.

Kind of reminds me of one of my thoughts about the afterlife. If there’s something after death, will you get to see /all/ your family? Even people related to you but you’ve never met? No wonder poor Thorin’s confused, especially after how sudden his death was. Fíli and Kíli seem to be bouncing back a little faster, but they are younger and they don’t have as much grief and guilt as Thorin does, even if they’ve got their fair share.

Thorin’s grandmother, Queen Hrera, fussed and tutted over him more than she ever had as a young dwarfling. It took all his patience to refrain from reminding her that he was in fact older than her now, and had more white in his hair and beard than she had ever managed. Not that she would have listened, anyhow. The women of his family had always been even more mulish than the men. Fíli and Kíli smirked a lot whenever she managed to corral him and tweak his cheek.

He had his revenge when Hrera descended on them in turn and promptly began to plait Kíli’s hair.

Another OC I love? Hrera. Prim, proper, and still completely able to put you in your place if need be. Likely while sitting and sipping tea while her family looked on in amusement because they know better. She reminds me a little of the dwarf version of Queen Clarisse, so I love that too, but there’s just a lot about Hrera that’s amazing. Especially as the story goes on, and we see more of her (like her reactions to learning about Dís and Durin Bomfrísul and her interactions with Radagast).

A Dwarf with a multitude of honey-coloured braids and a puckish, mischievous face came near, and Thorin’s mouth opened on a soft intake of breath. Then he grabbed the Dwarf’s shoulders and drew him into a rough embrace. “Víli.”

His brother-in-law silently pressed their foreheads together. “Thank you for raising them,” said Víli son of Vár. “Thank you for being there when I could not.”

Thorin fumbled for Víli’s hand and grasped it tightly. “They are the best of my life,” he said, and Víli’s eyebrows rose and the ghost of the impish grin that had captured Dís’ heart passed over his lips.

I’ve read a lot of stories that reference Dís’ husband, some who I like more than others, but Víli is one of my favorites. He’s the perfect compliment to Dís, especially at the time of her life when they’d met, and it’s easy to see that Fíli and Kíli inherited more than just some of his looks, even if they wouldn’t know that until they joined him. Also, imagining Víli watching over Dís, Fíli, and Kíli all their lives, desperately wanting to be able to join them, to comfort them when they’re upset and join in on the laughter during the good times? Recipe for tears.

His cousins Náin and Fundin, both Burned Dwarves of Azanulbizar, instantly crowded him with enthusiastic pleas for news of their sons. Though Mahal had mentioned that any Dwarf in the Halls could watch over their kin at any time, it appeared that the immediacy of his tales was greatly appreciated and sought after. Though it tore at his heart, Thorin told them all that he could remember. His old cousin Farin, father to Fundin and Gróin, was quiet and calm, a smile tugging at his lips as he listened to the stories of his four heroic grandsons of the Company – Balin, Dwalin, Óin and Glóin.

Gróin was the worst of the lot, however. He was so proud of his grandson he was likely to explode, and asked Fíli and Kíli for any tales of their young playfellow at any and every opportunity. At these times, Thorin would take the opportunity to slip away and explore.

Gróin reminds me a lot of Glóin, unsurprisingly. They’re both so proud of their family that it isn’t even funny. And Thorin knows enough from being around Glóin for awhile to know that slipping away is a good idea. I can’t really blame him, though, since he hasn’t really gotten to interact with Gimli and it’s been years since he’s seen either of his sons. Things like this, and like Víli’s story, are why you’ll be wishing for deaths on a Game of Thrones magnitude, alright? Because they’re all able to be together with their loved ones when they’re dead (except for poor Narvi and Kíli). This story takes ‘death is but the next great adventure’ to a whole new height.

It was all a mystery to Thorin. Where were the Halls located? Aman, yes, obviously -but where? Were these great mines and workshops located in the Halls of Mandos, the Doomsman of the Valar? Or did the Dwarves bide their long years of waiting within the mountains of Mahal, their maker?

And for that matter - whence came the wood for the forges? Where the cloth for the clothes? Where the food for the meals? No Dwarf could tell him, and most seemed grudgingly resigned to never knowing. Thorin’s temperament was not well-suited to such mysteries, and he began to eye each meal suspiciously until his mother told him to stop it and eat.

Can’t blame Thorin for that. I’d be curious too, although I’d probably be in the grudgingly resigned camp before too long. I’d work myself up too much otherwise. Good thing Frís is able to get him to stop worrying about it for the moment.

Thorin gave his brother a quick glance. Frerin’s normally merry face was solemn, his bright blue eyes dark. He noticed Thorin’s regard and the corner of his mouth twitched ruefully. “I spent a lot of time here,” he said, “sitting upon that bench. That one just over there. I watched you and Dís and Dwalin and Balin, watched you all grow older. Older, and harder… and colder.” He swallowed hard, and tugged absently at his forked beard. “Mother and I nearly broke down when you finally smiled again after Fíli’s birth. We’d almost forgotten what it looked like.”

It must have been painful, watching his family and friends change so much, getting so closed off, so worried and stressed and angry, and not being able to do anything at all about it. Again, things like this are why people advise you to stock up on tissues before re-reading this. The happy ending’s coming, but there’s a lot of angst they have to work through first.

“You bloody fool,” Dwalin sighed, and scrubbed at his face before standing awkwardly and making his way with careful steps to a shelf. There he pulled down a flask, tore out the cork with his teeth, and took a long swig.

“Somehow I don’t think that will help, brother,” came another familiar voice. Thorin whirled to see Balin in the doorway, his white hair covered by a filthy bandage and part of his magnificent beard cut close to reveal a nasty, jagged cut along his cheek and jaw. “And I’m fairly certain it wasn’t in Óin’s orders.”

“He’s got his medicines, I’ve got mine,” Dwalin growled, and took another sip.

Knowing Óin, that might have actually been in his orders. Yeah, you’re not supposed to drink when you’re injured, but Dwalin’s stubborn enough that he probably wouldn’t have accepted any normal pain relief, if they had it to spare, and considering that Óin gets blindingly drunk later on, it seems to be his way of dealing with emotional pain. Drink first, deal with it after the headache goes away. So, he probably would have realized that Dwalin needed it to help him? Not that Balin’s wrong, Dwalin needs to be talking about it instead of bottling everything up and drinking alone, but I’m thinking that Óin’s so busy that he wouldn’t have even lectured Dwalin if he’d found out.

Thorin closed his eyes, and when next they opened he was looking out at a hall covered in a sea of sluggish bodies. The hundreds upon hundreds of wounded were filling the air with their groans and cries, and Thorin bit down on a cry of his own as he saw the carnage the orcs had wrought.

Óin looked exhausted. His curled braids were frayed and his eyes were deep black pits in his sunken face. Glóin, Dori and Bilbo moved around him with mechanical movements, washing the wounded, feeding them, boiling water and smearing ointment on injuries. In a corner in a great rotted chair sat Nori, tearing cloth to make bandages. His left leg came to a shocking stop below his knee, and a metal peg – obviously Bofur’s work – sat half-finished beside him. Amongst the beds trudged Óin, drooping and ceaseless, his hands never still as he stitched and cut and wrapped. None of them spoke.

The ugly side of war that no one ever talks about. Even if it’s something like this, life or death battling against the orcs, that doesn’t mean that there will be no casualties. I mean, I love reading stories where all the good guys survive without any sort of injury as much as the next person, but this is a far more realistic look at it.

Dori’s face sagged, though his voice was brisk. “Yes indeed we will, Mister Glóin. This time, however, I’ll do it. Your sewing is atrocious, if you’ll pardon me saying.”

“I’m a banker, not a weaver,” Glóin retorted.

Oh Dori.

Dáin watched him go with weariness written all over his face, before turning back to the Elf. “Forgive him, Prince Legolas,” he said. “He suffered at the hands of your… hospitality, shall we call it? And later, of course, it seemed that Men and Elves alike would happily clamber over their corpses in order to steal that which rightfully belongs to our people. Dwarves do not quickly forget an injustice.”

Dáin might be better at using tact than Thorin, but he’s not going to just lie back and let anyone walk over him. Honestly, I love Dáin so much, and this fic only added to my mental image of him.

“Durin’s hammer and tongs,” Frerin whispered. “Did he… do you think he can…”

“I told you,” Thorin said thickly, “Mahal gave me a gift. They will sense my words in their deepest minds.”

Frerin stared at him.

“I know.” Thorin closed his eyes. “I am unworthy.”

“Not that,” Frerin said. “You must watch what you say! This is a power no Dwarf should have.”

Thorin frowned. “Why? They cannot hear my words as you do.”

“You could influence them without their knowing,” Frerin said, his bright youthful face unusually serious. “You must be careful, Thorin. They could act without knowledge of their actions.”

Opening his mouth to retort, Thorin abruptly recalled the subtle power of the gold and his desperate determination to see the treasures of his people safe in Dwarven hands. Troubled, he turned back to Dáin. “Aye.”

I was waiting for someone to say it, and Frerin didn’t disappoint in the slightest.

Dís blinked back her tears, and her hand tightened about the crushed message. “That prideful fool,” she rasped, her voice harsh with weeping.

“Aye,” Thorin said, and smiled through a fresh storm of shame. “A prideful fool who loves you. Though I die, that will never change. No veil of death can stop it.”

“Nothing ever stopped him,” she said, and buried her face in her hands once more. “Why did he never stop?”

“Line of Durin, sister,” he said, and swallowed roughly. “A proud… family trait.”

“Damn the Line of Durin to the nethermost pits of Moria,” she hissed into her palms, and her voice began to rise with barely-contained anguish. “Damn our line, and damn our pride, and damn our name, and damn our blind, wilful madness! Let the dragon have Erebor if it would bring them back to me! I would have them here! How am I to go on alone? My sons are gone! My brother gone! Our line is spent and I am alone!” She whirled and took up a cup on her dresser and flung it against the wall with a cry of rage and misery.

“You will go on,” said Thorin. “You will, daughter of Kings, best of sisters. You are as stubborn as the rest of us.”

She collapsed across her bed, and her tears began anew. Thorin stood and sighed.

I’m going to be saying this a lot, but poor Dís. Her husband, parents, brother and grandparents have been gone for years, and now her sons and only living sibling are gone as well and she’ll feel like she’s all alone. It’s around this point (if it didn’t already happen back when Víli was introduced), that you’ll hope that Dís joins her family soon. Instead, she lives a fairly long life, but she’s got a star to light up the darkness of her post-war life (yes, I know, I’m not even remotely subtle).

Thorin watched the young Dwarf work for a moment longer, noting the mechanical movements and the dogged persistence that kept one foot stepping in front of the other. “The lad is mourning his playfellows, and seeks to exhaust himself with work rather than weep,” he said.

“I have wept long enough,” Gimli muttered to himself. “Aye, and loudly too! Work is what is needed. Work will tire my mind and keep my thoughts quiet.”

“Thorin!” Frerin’s eyes widened in astonishment. “He hears you!”

“He hears me well, even more clearly than Dáin or Dís,” Thorin said slowly, and he tilted his head as he studied his youngest cousin further. Gimli laced his fingers and made the knuckles crack loudly, and then he hefted a sawn tree-round to the block and unslung a wood-axe from his belt. A strong boy, then. “He must be quite a perceptive lad. Glóin does well to be proud of him.”

Gimli’s more perceptive than anyone (in fandom especially) gives him credit for. He’s strong, yes, and great with an axe, but that’s not all he is. He’s smart, and he’s pretty good with people too. (There’s more, but if I start listing Gimli’s good points, this post will end up about twice the length it is already).

“Lofty ambitions,” Frerin said, and leaned against the parapet. “See that swing? He’s a natural axeman, and already a talented warrior. Dwalin trained him along with our nephews. It was rather entertaining to watch them - they are both equally as pigheaded as each other.”

“He’s a Dwarf, of course he’s pigheaded,” said Thorin.

I laughed so hard at this bit.

*pokes chapter*

I pretty much created this Friendly Old Man Who Lives Next Door character bc I thought AU Will would frighten/hurt him during an encephalitis delusion, but since then I have found a Much Better Idea but now I don’t know what to do with him.   

Hannibal started to get attached to him bc He Reminds Hannibal of His Father and so he is Probably Queer and then I realized that he could just be the AU version of Javok. 

So I Like Him, but he isn’t really doing anything for the story…. So maybe I should just cut him out.   

anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you can make a alternate/happy ending of the interview (if you don't mind.) That story has been stuck in my head and I'd love to read another version of it. :)

Oh, I’d love to! I did like the idea then, and the format I was trying to reflect based off the film I was inspired by. (Its name is Jackie, I thought the film was rather good, here’s a link to the trailer if you’re interested!)

Also if anyone else hasn’t read the original version of Interview, I suggest you read that first.

Thank you and have an incredible day!

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You sat beside the hospital bed, a hand wound about your husband. 

However, for once, there was no comforting thumb rubbing your knuckles, or gentle smile on his face.

Because he was asleep.

A coma, specifically. 

He’d been this way for weeks. 

But he’d been becoming responsive. 

It had even been recorded by medical staff.

A small squeeze of your hand when you cried.

A few murmured words when you spoke.

He was getting better.

He had to be. 

Your thoughts were interrupted, by a nurse, her voice soft.

“Mrs. Han? There’s a reporter here to see you.” 

“I thought…I thought I asked for no reporters.” You hummed, rubbing at your tired eyes.

You had hardly gotten a wink of sleep.

“Yes well…he was sent by your father in law. Mr. Han wanted some sort of update while he’s away and Mr. Jung was the closest in the area.” 

“Is that verified?” You asked, hesitance apparent in your words. 

“Yes, Mr. Han called us this morning to let us know.” She sighed. “He also believed…it may help you.” 

You scrunched up your nose, sitting up awkwardly. “N-No more than a few questions.” 

“Of course.” 

There was a period of silence before the journalist arrived that you couldn’t help but feel another wave of exhaustion crash over you, your body weak.

It wasn’t the type of exhaustion caused when you didn’t sleep, though.

It was the kind from when you felt drained. 

You had cried until your face seemed engraved with permanent tear stains. 

Your body was seemingly weighed down with cinder blocks, each step heavier than the next. 

Your grief swelled inside of you as though you may burst, your hope muddling with weary aches. 

“Mrs. Han?” An oddly bright voice chimed in your ears. 

You turned to see a young man, his hair disheveled and wrapped into a loose bun with strands slipping over his muddy eyes. 

You didn’t know entirely how to react when his lips stretched into a smile. 

A smile was refreshing, most of the time.

But not now. 

He understood immediately, anxiously clearing his throat as he approached you, reaching out a hand. 

“I’m sure the nurse already told you about me but I’m Jung Byeon.” 

You slowly took it, dipping your head lightly. “MC.” 

He pulled up a seat, sitting down beside you, tapping his notepad as though he was excited. 

That wasn’t appreciated by you. 

“So, what…exactly happened?” 

You narrowed your eyes, raising a perplexed brow. “What…? I-Isn’t it a-already all over the n-news?” 

“Well, a version of it. Mr. Han specifically requested to hear it from your point of view. Knowing that you were closest to your husband at the time.” 

“…Oh.” 

The memories had sat in your mind, hints and reminders haunting you every moment it could.

You knew it better than you knew yourself. 

“I-It…It might give you some…closure as well to talk about it.” He remarked. “Think of me as like a friend, I’m just here to help.” 

You took a deep breath, soaking in his words. 

“Alright…”

“So, would you be able to describe to me what happened?” 

You had been standing beside your husband, the two of you happily talking in the early morning before he had to attend one of his meetings. 

Your hands were entwined, you yourself pressing close against him, a dazed expression painting your face. 

“We were together early in the morning.” You felt a faint grin appear as you thought of him. “We’re almost always together. It’s nice to always have someone by your side. I-I hadn’t even thought that anything was off.”

You were too preoccupied to notice the figures upon the roof. 

Your frown quickly reemerged. 

“Do you have any idea as to why the perpetrator was after him?” 

“N-no, he’s the kindest, most considerate person I know!” You insisted. “I-I mean he can be cold b-but…he’s never needlessly aggressive. He’s polite with clients and coworkers. I-I can’t imagine anyone truly wanting him dead.” 

“They’ve stated it had to do with his business as a whole. Moreso what he represented than who he was. And what he represented was wealth and power, something many people want” 

“He didn’t deserve that.” You replied sharply. “H-He didn't’ deserve any of this. He didn’t choose to be born into the life he has! None of us get to choose for the environments we were raised in, so why do so many act as though he wanted any of this?” 

“I don’t know,” Jung mumbled. “I’m sorry.” 

You felt anger pour from your fingertips, drawing about you as though you were paper. 

“T-That bullet sounded like a train.” You said, your tone trembling. “The whole s-situation was like watching someone be pushed in front of a train.” 

“How so?” 

“I-It all goes by too fast for you to process at first. All you hear is a w-wailing, a-and s-screeching until it all comes to this horrible realization.” 

You had just assumed it was a car or something of the sort. 

Until you heard the breath be snatched from Jumin, a short, desperate gasp erupting from him before his body collapsed against you, sloppily pushing you behind him. 

“H-Honey?” You had switched your head back, a horror smashing into you as you found his eyes wider than dinner plates with surprise as blood dribbled from his mouth.

And as well, from the side of his head. 

His grip had tightened on you suddenly, as though some sort of attempt to shield you, or hide you away. 

He opened his mouth to speak, barely coherent words rasping from him. 

You could hardly believe what he was telling you. 

“And what did he say?” 

“Are you okay?” He asked as you drew him down to the ground, his strength dispersing from him in moments. 

You set his head in your lap, ignoring the security that raced about frantically. 

His blood was smearing against you.

His blood. 

He was bleeding. 

You threw off your jacket, covering the wound, refraining from breaking into furious sobs as you saw the bits of flesh dangling helplessly to his head. 

This shouldn’t be happening. 

Why was this happening?

“Are you okay, love?” He wheezed again, his eyes rolling towards you. 

“I-I’m fine!” You cried, tipping your head in the crook of his neck. “Y-You’re going to be fine too! I’ll make sure of it! O-Okay?” 

And you swore, after hearing you assure him, he grinned.

It was a small, feeble grin.

But one nonetheless.

“He held my hand, t-the entire time.” You felt the tears spill down your cheeks again, your chin quivering. “It’s l-like I was his lifeline.” You huffed. “And I’m not letting go until I see him awake! U-Until he’s okay!” 

“You care very much-” 

“I love him!” You snapped. “He’s everything to me!” 

“Well, what do you plan to do if he doesn’t wake up?” 

Your breath hitched. 

You were silent for a bit, before scowling.

“He’s going to wake up.” 

“There’s no guarantee.” 

“He’s been showing response signs! He’s expected to wake up-” 

“Expected doesn’t mean for sure-” 

“You need to leave.” You snarled. “Now.” 

“Ms. Han-” 

“Leave. Now. Please.” 

Jung opened his mouth to speak but clamped his mouth shut as he began to scramble to his feet. 

“Yes ma’am.” He returned. “T-Thank you.” 

You were silent. 

You didn’t dare move until you heard his steps fade away down the hall. 

You wiped at your face, turning back towards Jumin. 

You squeezed his hand, laying your head on the mattress. “I’m staying here. Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you.” 

And to your utter surprise. 

You got a response. 

It was dry, yet each word was laced with a tenderness that could only come from him.

“I’m not leaving either darling.” 

SAMMY

SAM WINCHESTER

JUST. SAMMY. THAT IS ALL.

Okay but seriously.  Sam.  What can I say?? He’s amazing and wonderful and brilliant and tragic and beautiful and inspiring and i just. Words fail me.  There are no words that do justice to my love and admiration for Sam Winchester. 

I identify with him a lot because in many ways he reminds me of myself, except he’s like 1000x better.  To me, he kind of represents the ideal version of myself that I want to become.  Yet even Sam isn’t perfect.  But that’s okay, that’s not the point.  It’s not about being perfect, it’s about trying your hardest to do what’s right, and learning from your mistakes.  It’s about responsibility, humility, and selflessness.  Sammy is such a huge inspiration to me, I can’t even begin to tell you. T his character, this show, have actually changed my life. Like, yeah I know that’s cliche, but I’m not kidding.

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10 characters tag meme

I was tagged by @bluerapunzel. Thank you!

Rules: List 10 favorite characters from different fandoms, then tag 10 others

1. Tack the Cobbler (The Thief and the Cobbler). He’s just the cutest little thing ever I swear and he’s my ultimate comfort character. 

2. APH Romania (Hetalia) I just love his design and personality he reminds me of the early Daffy Duck 

3. Bambi (Bambi) Precious deer baby must be protected. Oh, and this is quite possibly one of the best animated films ever made. 

4. Grumpy (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs) Smol and angry 

5. Raggedy Andy (Raggedy Ann) He’s kinda like if Tack was fattened up a lil and an actual doll.

6. Daffy Duck (Looney Tunes) I like the early Bob Clampett version a lot better, but no shade to Chuck Jones, of course. 

7. Yugi Mutou (Yu-Gi-Oh!) Protect him. 

8. Mewtwo (Pokemon) He was never the ‘bad guy’. 

9. Tock (The Phantom Tollbooth) has anyone ever seen the Chuck Jones adaptation of this movie? It’s fun and trippy. 

10. Muta (The Cat Returns) Me as an anime cat. 

I don’t really tag specific people that much, but anyone is welcome to do this thing!