i like posting this every night

anonymous asked:

P1/2 Why are people acting like SC were ALL over social media these last two weeks talking to everyone but each other until banter today? Am I missing something? I remember Sam making a few MPC/work related posts-like at his agents Equality thing+a few w/ friends like at the bball game. But Cait was MIA until her award night, which Sam tweeted her first thing next morning. Besides that & posting promotional pics for events they attended & who styled them they've been pretty scarce online.

P2/2-we’ve seen a lot of Sam online this week but none of that was him posting it. It seemed like he was gallivanting w/ MM on his arm but every pic of them from wedding to Oscars came from someone else. If anything he ignored all MM on his personal SM, not Cait. He tweeted C when she was on she just wasn’t on much. W/ knowledge that he was w/ M I can see how it looks like he was ignoring Cait & strategically bantering w/ her now to fluff fans. If you think about it it’s actually the opposite.


Originally posted by meanwhileongiphy

cerellelannister  asked:

well hello fellow Seymour Skinner fan! *waves* Agree with you re Principal and the Pauper - also think it's a testament to how great he is as a character that people did and still do get so worked up about that episode. Could you go a bit more into why he's your 2nd favourite non-Simpson character? Do you have any particular favourite Skinner scenes/episodes?

Sure! The basic template for Seymour Skinner’s character is laid out in “Bart’s Friend Falls in Love,” definitely in my top 10 episodes. The principal of Springfield Elementary starts out his affable, nerdy self, welcoming a new student, before spinning to the window, the shadow of the blinds covering his face, regaling her with an intense Vietnam flashback. “Every night I wake up screaming…” And then his head pops back up, eyes bright and wide, the lighting back to normal. “Well, let’s go and meet your classmates!” 

Like I said in my post on “The Principal and the Pauper,” that’s Skinner: silly on the surface, traumatic underneath, but the writers almost always land back on silly. Which could come off as kinda cruel if it weren’t so loving. His character works so well because of the interstitial moments in which he’s alone, before Bart ruins everything: the principal walking down an empty hallway, a slight grin on his face, singing softly to himself or saying “Ah, the joys of *banal school object or activity*!” His rigid personality (“the rod up that man’s butt must have a rod up its butt!”) gives way in these moments to the kind, lonely man who falls for Edna Krabappel. 

Of course, sometimes you just need a dose of the silly, which is what Superintendent Chalmers is for. There are few things funnier in life than Skinner saying “SuperintendentCHALmers!” just like that. Those scenes are so fun in part because the dynamic here is rooted in shows and movies about high school and college–the hapless principal/dean feels his bull-like boss breathing down his neck, leading him to crack down on the kids. But when you translate that to elementary school, where they’re surrounded by screaming li’l tykes, it becomes such a beautiful farce. One of my favorite Skinner scenes is completely divorced from any emotional or physical reality, and is still a knockout on a pure old-timey escalating cartoon comedy level:

Pretty much every line in that scene is a candidate for “best line in that scene,” and that defines The Simpsons at its best. 

cn9

hey, sorry for this awkward text haha but i wanted to ask you something;

i’ve stumbled over your story caller number nine and i’ve finished reading it so far. i must say, it’s the best story i’ve ever read in my whole entire life and you don’t even know how much of an affect it had/has on me. this story felt like my diary towards me and i always anticipated to reach every chapter. i spent sleepless nights to read it. in school during breaks, i went to the toilet and read it or secretly read it in lessons. if i had nothing to do, your story was always the one that kept me distracting from sad things, and cheered me up so quick. and i’m not the only one who’s like that. i couldn’t hold myself back from fangirling so i kept posting screenshots of a few parts from the story in my instagram story, and i can tell so many people wanted to know the storys name. people went crazy over it and i relate to be honest. i’ve always been someone who judged books or fictions in general, i’m not even the type of person who likes reading long stories, but you gave me a complete new view of them. not just that, but you also gave me a new view of life. i don’t know if i’m going a bit too far or if you understand me but this story was speaking out from my soul. what i wanted to ask is, are you going to write a few more chapters? or more like finish the story? someone recommended it to me and i thought it’s already finished, until i reached chapter 17 and saw your A/N that said “happy birthday to our daegu rapper” so it’s been quite a while? i’m just curious and i don’t want to pressure you at all i just started crying at the fact that the story “ended” like that. are you busy? or are just not active anymore? i hope you’ll see and open this message. i’m also someone who doesn’t know shit about tumblr so i bet i won’t be seeing your answer since i don’t have an account? but if another chapter drops, which i’ll be checking everyday, i know you’ve seen this and i’ll be happy than ever.

i’m not sure if you are going to see this but i just wanted to thank you a lot, really. i’m not even. native speaker, but thanks to your story that makes me write down every word that i don’t understand, making my english improve. you’re really amazing, i admire your work a lot. have a good day.

—— So I really didn’t know how to respond to this because I wanted to write to you personally. I also didn’t want to just leave this floating in my inbox either. So I’ll put my two cents here. Let me say that this is one of the most touching messages I’ve ever received. I forgot that one of the main reasons I started writing was to put feelings down on paper and to say the things we can’t find the words for. The fact that the things I write resonate with people honestly makes me feel so happy. I’ve neglected my writing so much and I feel like I’m full of empty promise a lot of the times. But I will always be immensely thankful for the love everyone has shown, your words, encouragement, and just everything. Know that I will always appreciate you guys who read, like, and message. It always puts a brilliant smile on my face. And yes caller number 9 will have an end, I have a date in mind. Let’s see if I can make that happen!
At my mother's request:

@well-done-draco asked me to post something I wrote for her and so I’m just going to copy and paste it in:

“ My god-

Why am I unhappy every single night?
I’m very busy, but I feel like I have nothing to do. Time passes endlessly, slipping like sand through my open fingers.
Some people give out smiles like they mean nothing,
Others like they’re rare treasures.
Some people make he most of the time they’re given, the limited time.
Others waste it and eventually look back, wishing to do it over again.
Will I regret my wasted life?
Or will I be fulfilled?
Is happiness real?
Or is time an illusion?
I can’t handle the pace that life is going.
Sometimes too slow, others too fast, but never the right speed. Always too much in too wrong time.”

My feelings/ a bit of a rant that Em asked me to post. She claimed it was well written.
I love depression.

Alright so
I’ll keep holding on
love,
Lev

Great Unknown (M.C. Blurb)

Originally posted by popecalum

A/N: I literally wrote this in like, 15 minutes. I had Take What You Want stuck in my head and a particular lyric that Michael sings stuck out to me. Also, I haven’t written in weeks so I might as well post something (sorry that it’s not a full on imagine, but I really like this). I hope you guys like it too :)

Masterlist || Ask

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You And Me Up Against The Great Unknown

I guess you could say that the scariest thing about having a loved one in the military is the great unknown. 

I never knew what would happen…could happen. The possibilities were endless and my thoughts sometimes drowned in that abyss of negative scenarios. 

What if he got hurt? What if he disappeared? What if he never came back to me?

Those thoughts plagued my mind every night that I never got a chance to speak to him…to tell him how much I miss him, how much he means to me, or how much I love him. 

I was terrified of receiving that call one day or even one of his fellow military men appearing on our doorstep with the saddening news of him never returning back to me safely. 

He always told me not to worry. That he was a fighter and he would always fight his way back to me, but I could see it in his eyes that there’s that small part of him that was terrified of his words not holding the truth. 

It was another day of not hearing a word from Michael. Him and his group were currently under the radar, as they needed to be, for their current job. This meant no form of communication whatsoever.

On other missions, if he was not under the radar, I could expect at least one Skype call at the end of the week. At least then I’d know that he was okay and I could actually see that he was doing fine.

However, this time, that wasn’t the case. I haven’t heard from Michael in a little over nine months and that thought terrified me. Every day, I anxiously waited for a phone call or for a knock on my door. That isn’t exactly positive thinking, but nine months was a long time with no contact from your boyfriend who engages in physical combat. 

I knew what I had signed up for when I had first started dating Michael. At that time, he was only training to be in the military. It’s been years since then, four to be exact, and he was off on missions to only God knows where and the time periods for these missions kept on getting longer and longer. 

I trusted his platoon though. I knew that they had his back and I knew that he had theirs. They were a family and I would be devastated if anything happened to any member of his platoon, but nothing will compare to the anxiety I feel when it concerns Michael’s safety. 

He can be extremely careless and reckless, which is why before he left, I had pulled one of the guys - Calum - in his platoon aside. I looked him straight in the eye and told him, “Watch over him, please.”

Calum had given me a smile and a reassuring nod of his head. “I’ll make sure he gets back to you, Y/N.”

I snapped out of my thoughts as the sound of a car door closing echoed throughout the eerily silent home. 

My breathing hitched as the sound of footsteps crunching the gravel beneath them became increasingly louder and louder. 

My heart began to pound in my chest as I waited for a key to turn in the lock to signify that it was Michael coming home and not what I’ve dreaded it to be for so long. 

A knock was heard on the door and that’s when my heart stopped beating and my breathing faltered. 

No. 

There was another knock again, but this time it sounded twice as loud. 

I shakily stood up from my seat and slowly made my way to the door, trying to prepare myself for the worst…for what I already knew would be told to me the minute I opened that door.

I reached up to unlock the door and my shallow breathing was all that could be heard. My hand touched the door handle and I slowly pushed it down, but so did whoever was on the other side. 

I immediately withdrew my hand and jumped back just as the door slowly opened. 

“Babe?”

The door opened a bit wider and in stepped Michael in his black jeans and camo, tightfitting, green shirt with his army bag slung over his shoulder.

He looked up once he had stepped inside and saw my frightened figure, adorned in one of his sweaters and a pair of cotton shorts with knee high socks, standing a few feet from the door. 

He moved further inside so that he was now standing completely inside the house and shut the door behind him. He dropped his bag by the door and turned to face me, not saying a word.

I slowly made my way up to him as he watched me with curious eyes. I reached a hand out and placed it on his chest where his heart was. It held a steady beat under my palm. I could feel it start to race ever so slightly the longer I kept it there. I then used my other hand to run it up his neck and cup his cheek, rubbing my thumb over his scruff. Then I finally looked up into his eyes and that was all it took for me to burst into tears and quickly latch myself onto him. 

“Shh, babe. Shh. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m home.” Michael soothed me as he rubbed a hand up and down my back. 

“I was so scared that I lost you.” I sobbed into his shirt as I clutched onto him, afraid that he would disappear and this would have all been a twisted dream. 

He pulled me back slightly so he could grab a hold of my chin with his thumb and forefinger. He wiped away my tears and smiled at me. “I’ll always fight my way back to you.”

Then, after nine, long, lonely months, Michael’s lips met mine. 

He was home and I knew that I was too.

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rosebleue replied to your post: Also, there’s the Actual Nazis who are into Norse…

“Life fanfiction or w/e” is a good summary tbh

it drives me bonkers with all the focus on vikings like average people didnt even have worship as a core part of society!!!!! it was left up to like, soft boys and people who were physically unable like,, omg and then that gets reflected back so i have to see fucking thors ass every godamn where #ntb when like baldr is like The Most Popular God of the people who was like love, forgiveness, gentle late night cuddles under the pale stars

do u ever just watch kyungsoo do that thing he does when he sings where he places his palm on his chest and squeezes his eyes shut,lifts his chin up a bit and sings right from the deepest chamber of his heart and go,,,,,,,,, wow what a soft dream

Hey you!

All of you who were being SO sweet and sending positive supportive messages last night because of that little thing I posted, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! That was so kind and beautiful of you all! I wasn’t really going through too much, I just have these moments that flare up from time to time, and it was a tiny baby one last night, but you all are just some of the sweetest, kindest people, and I am SO FREAKING LUCKY to be given the support you all give each and every day!!! I hope ALL of you have people like you in your corner when you need it!!! If you don’t think you do, reach out, don’t think you’re alone, cause I assure you, someone will be there to offer a helping hand!! There’s a bunch of sweet and lovely people here!

literally every character this season: how does it feel to be on the sidelines, victor? how is it to watch your long-time rivals perform from the audience? how do you feel about having your records broken? 

victor: could you take a picture of yuri and me with my phone?????

Maladaptive Daydreaming Starter Pack™

• “Wait, this isn’t normal?”
• “I thought everyone does this!”
• Steals every movie and book plot that I know.
• Not being able to sleep well because of the urge to daydream before sleeping.
• Not being able to wake up because of the urge to daydream after sleeping.
• “I actually didn’t study at all because I was too busy daydreaming last night.”
• Long car rides are heaven.
• Always brings earphones everywhere along with 50 music playlists.
• Making facial expressions in public and end up being seen by 50 random strangers.
• Overlapping universes and characters that aren’t real.
• “Recovery? A life without daydreaming? Nah, I don’t know them.”

4

This is A FUCKIN DREAM! I post an ad on one of these hook up sites for niggas to come have their way with this phat juicy ass. I get myself ready and suddenly one by one they start flocking into the hotel room. This night your boy will be a complete slut. Lol. Niggas walking in like it’s a revolving door of dick, balls n ass. Smacking my ass and slapping face. Shoving their shit all n my face. Not being able to breathe from having dick musty ass dick n balls being thrust to the back of my throat. I mean niggas are every fuckin where. Almost too much to handle, but I got this shit. Suddenly niggas move around to the back. I start getting my ass ate and fingerred. Loosening my shit for all these dicks that are getting ready to fuck me up. Shit is gettin poppin! One nigga takes his time ans licks me from the soles of my feet, to the back of my head. Another cat started suckin my nipples like I had a pair of titties.One by one each niggas haves their way with me. Now its time for some dick. Some nigga takes his dick ans started smacking my hole with that shit. LOVE IT. I start to moan. Now its time. Time to get some dick. Each of these niggas fucking, smacking , spittin niggas doing the most. Everyone pullin out jus before they get that nut. We have to save that shit. Once each of them has had their way with me, it’s time to start gettin these babies. I sit myself up…Arch my back and get ready to suck dick til these niggas cum one by one on my ass. I love it. Each of them moaning as they let themselves go all over my back. I start shaking my ass…niggas start taking the nut off my ass and sticking their fingers n my mouth to have a taste. AMAZING. I was able to get every nut out of each one of them. I can’t wait until next time!

i’ve seen a lot of posts recently about the frogs’ majors and i really like the idea of chowder who is a linguistics major and languages minor.

  • he loves being able to talk to people in their first language and it shocks smh every time he breaks out into a new language
  • he’s fluent in english and mandarin and at a conversational level in about a dozen others. he’ll get excited late at night and add another language to his duolingo account and speed through the first 50% roughly
  • he loves learning about the development of languages and why we speak the way we do
  • he took a compsci coding class because dex was doing it and he wanted to study different coding languages and their development and syntax
  • he and Nursey love to gossip and talk about the team in arabic
  • once he spoke in shitty Yoruba to Ransom while he was having a bit ong a long day and Ransom almost burst into tears because he just wanted to call his mum and not think. he was slow and careful with chowder and helped him teach him more than just the basics and arabic loan words
  • he and Farmer first went on a date because they wanted to do a language swap where he taught her mandarin and she taught him spanish.
  • he’ll translate positive tumblr posts into as many languages as he can because ‘everyone deserves positivity guys!!’
  • he gets REALLY MAD about grammar elitism because it’s so classist, abelist and racist! and a little bit because he’d be more fluent in a few more languages if grammar wasn’t SO HARD
  • he’s also just a huge nerd about language aquistion but this post is getting too long for how tired i am. but like just imagine him playing with his nieces and screaming in the group text about them learning new words!

My skills are
1: getting obsessed with a blog/person over night and devoting my life to them.
2: Trying to write stories about said person and failing.
3: Wanting to be friends with person who runs the blog but is sure they will not like me.
4: letting my anxiety fuck with me even though I’m on the internet.

I really gotta stop playing Overwatch before bed bc last night I had this dream that the game got a story mode and I don’t even remember all the details bc it was absolutely ridiculous all I remember is that D.Va discovered some sort of infinite power source via the internet (of course) that allowed her to tear holes in reality and change people’s pasts, presents, and futures, and ultimately Zenyatta had to kill her because she’d grown just too powerful

sometimes I think I’ll be a terrible parent, but then I remind myself I carry my violin with my everywhere and I hug it and hold it close to me to keep it safe, and when we go in the car together I always buckle her in before I even buckle in myself, and I clean it and keep it from getting too cold and gently tuck her into her case every night and that’s all pretty goshdarn responsible

Okay I KNOW I get a little salty during the winter holidays but I think anyone who doesn’t celebrate Christmas understands the feeling of being smothered to death by that damn holiday in December at every turn (online, irl, on the radio–everywhere).  Not to mention like the cursory- Oh look they have a single stand with Chanukah decor at the shop in the middle of like 52 aisles of Christmas shit.

So, that being said, I keep seeing these, 12 days of Christmas prompts in all my fandoms, so I’m gonna go against the grain and write an 8 nights of Chanukah prompt fest.

Which anyone can participate in.  In fact, if anyone wants to send me prompts, I’ll make a list of them and post them so other people can participate. Let’s talk about your favourite characters and their Chanukah traditions (the ones they love, the ones they hate).  Having to see all their family, and all the gossip and chirping and listening to your old aunts wonder why you aren’t doing more with your life.  Where’s your nice Jewish girlfriend/boyfriend.  Oh that’s who you’re dating?  Send me prompts about salty characters in relationships with goyim, or being surrounded by all their goyim friends and having to participate in shit like secret santas at work.

 All ships are welcome.  I’m gonna do this for omg check please but I feel like the list can be reblogged and used in any fandom.

Let’s get some more Chanukah representation out there, damn it!  So who’s with me?

Send me prompts and we can get writing/posting!

Avoca-No (Newt Scamander x Reader)

A/N: I thought of this prompt while chatting with @writingbarnes and like it was at 3 am so enjoy. I really like this prompt. Also, yes I know I said I was going to post every day but I promise I will try to post every day from now on! Thank you for reading!

look at this post before you read though… (x)

word count: 1170 

Originally posted by newdscamander

You were running through the bustling streets of New York City, dodging the people skillfully as you moved from side to side to avoid them. The rain from the night before made the streets slick with water as you nearly crashed into several people, earning annoyed glances as well as a few curses thrown at you. You couldn’t care less. You were late for work, and the last thing you wanted to do was to get reprimanded by your boss.

You could’ve apparated to save you some time, however, you had already had a warning on using magic in a No-Maj setting, threatening the MACUSA to hold your job title from you. So ever since then, you could only do it the No-Maj way, which unfortunately required you to exercise.

Being a witch was possibly the best and worst thing to happen to you. You were absolutely ecstatic when you had received Ilvermorny’s acceptance letter. It made life so much easier, but because of that you had become much lazier than you were before, which you didn’t know was possible. It was shocking to find that it took the MACUSA that long to realize you had been abusing your powers in front of the humans. However, you knew it was just bound to happen and you were thankful that you didn’t receive anything more than a simple warning.

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