i think i have made my point

until my feet bleed and my heart aches by @kazliin

“Either you actually do care about Viktor, even a little bit in that stupid fucked up head of yours, or you’re using him just like everyone thinks. So I’m giving you a choice. If you do feel something for him, you tell him and stop fucking him around. And if you don’t, you stay the hell away from him. Got it?” 

song: lowlife (slushii remix) - that poppy

anonymous asked:

I have a couple stuffed dogs in my room (the stuffed animal kind, not fuckin taxidermy) and I think Magnus made a point to memorize my schedule because sometimes when I head back to my room early, I catch him sneaking out of it. And my dogs have moved around. Basically, Magnus, if you're reading this and would like a stuffed puppy to cuddle with, I'll give you one because this is just getting weird, dude.

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anonymous asked:

Ok, just scrolled through your ENTIRE #myart tag! At first I was like, "ok, I'll just go until the Marvel stuff stops" and then I was on page, 29 or something and I was like, "well, I've made it this far, I'm with you 'til the end of the line, pal" and also because it was getting to the point in Supernatural when I had stopped watching and proceeded to go through all 53 pages.

Hi anon!

Ha! Ha! OMG, my ENTIRE art tag?! You must have seen some weird old stuff from my early days in the Supernatural fandom, then! I can’t even remember what was the first artwork I posted on Tumblr. The funniest thing is that I created my Tumblr thinking that “Pfff, I’m never gonna use it anyway, I’m already on Live Journal”. 7-8 years later, here I am xD

At first I was like, “ok, I’ll just go until the Marvel stuff stops” and then I was on page, 29 or something and I was like, “well, I’ve made it this far, I’m with you ‘til the end of the line, pal”          

I can see that…

Anyway, thank you so much for taking the time to browse my entire art tag, it’s very kind of you. I hope you enjoyed the ride :) Have a great day ♥

I’ve grown to despise Harley Quinn now. I’ve said it before, this fandom isn’t what it use to be and it isn’t fun for me anymore. Most of the time I dread putting on the costume and painting myself up. I think of selling off my costumes and props more than dressing up now. Yesterday proved that there isn’t a place in this fandom for me. I received a death threat over the meme I made and facts I pointed out yesterday on Facebook. I was berated, made fun of, and had someone threaten to kill me over fictional characters. I just can’t with this anymore. This community has turned into a giant popularity contest. I get messages asking for shout outs to making other Harleys costumes for free. I hate what the writers and Hollywood have done to Harley. She’s not recognizable anymore. I’ve grown to hate her and everything to do with her and I honestly just want to be done. It’s not fun anymore.

just to clear some things up...

It came to my attention yesterday that some have been pointing to my videos and saying that I am giving credibility to the anti-Semitic movement, and my fans are part of it as well for watching. I don’t want to cite the sources because I don’t want to give them any more attention.

This originated from a video I made a couple of weeks ago. I was trying to show how crazy the modern world is, specifically some of the services available online. I picked something that seemed absurd to me—That people on Fiverr would say anything for 5 dollars.

I think it’s important to say something and I want to make one thing clear: I am in no way supporting any kind of hateful attitudes.

I make videos for my audience. I think of the content that I create as entertainment, and not a place for any serious political commentary. I know my audience understand that and that is why they come to my channel.  Though this was not my intention, I understand that these jokes were ultimately offensive.

As laughable as it is to believe that I might actually endorse these people, to anyone unsure on my standpoint regarding hate-based groups: No, I don’t support these people in any way.

Thanks for reading.

fifth harmony: *performs at a pride event*

me: *draws fifth harmony in a pride parade*

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What really got me about this scene was the fact that Scott and Stiles were the only ones who got that extra special meaning to this part.

Scott wrote A.A. to represent Allison, his first love. And Stiles saw the D.H. that symbolized Derek, made him smile, revealed that he did indeed miss Derek.

Now, based off of canon, it would have only made sense for Scott to get this meaningful addition to his part in this scene since Allison was canonically his girlfriend and anchor so his actions were only natural. And if not just Scott alone, it should’ve been the entire pack or at least Scott, Lydia and Stiles who got something else in this part.

Yet, only Stiles and Scott were singled out. They were the only ones who felt something that ran deeper than writing their initials as a reminder that they were there in BHHS.

Scott, as stated before, put Allison’s initials which was a clear message that he never forgot about her, that she was still there with him, at least in his mind.

Stiles saw the D.H. and smiled at the thought of Derek, at the remembrance of him.

It really makes me wonder just how important Derek really is to Stiles. Like, does Derek mean as much to him or almost as much to him as Allison means to Scott?

This scene was able to broadcast a lot about the developed relationship between Stiles and Derek, but maybe there’s a possibility that there was a hint or deeper meaning that wasn’t noticed.

i don’t think ill ever get over how perfectly casted blaise was in the hp movies like you take one look at louis cordice and you are just like yeah thats blaise fucking zabini mhmm thats 6′1 of slytherin prestige right there and even though he hasn’t seen me yet i know he’s judging me and every life decision that i and my ancestors 500 years ago have made up to this point

I’m officially two weeks into teaching “The Hobbit.”

And it is such a rollercoaster.

Here are just a few of the moments I’ve had this week:

  • A group of girls being obsessed with how small a hobbit baby must be.
  • One student drawing me a Gollum for his character poster with a bottle of lotion because “It’ll help with his slimy skin.” Then being mad when I pointed out that, if he was wearing the ring (which he was), that he would be invisible, which resulted in a dramatic sigh and a “So I didn’t have to do anything other than the ring,” which made me laugh.
  • A student thinking elves and trolls are the same thing and a lengthy discussion on what defines each species.
  • A SPED student who barely pays attention answering my daily riddle almost immediately after I finished reading it and everyone in the room being super impressed, including his para.
  • One girl whining because she thinks The Hobbit is boring and me rather bluntly telling her that if she didn’t like this, which is relatively modern and fun with adventure, then the next three years of her English education were going to be rough. She then proceeded to whine and I moved on. A second later, another girl who never talks turned to me and gave me a shy smile and said, “I like it.” And I don’t think she knows how much that meant to me because it’s so hard to hear that something you’ve spent so much time and energy into making fun isn’t being appreciated.
  • One of the kids I taught during my student teaching burst into my room and yelled, “The Hobbit?!?! Why do the freshmen get to read it?!” So, ya know, even if all my freshmen aren’t thrilled, I’ve got a few jealous upperclassmen.

Some things I’ve absolutely come to love about it:

  • My “nerdy” kids have an opportunity to really be excited and be appreciated by the class for producing insight and pointing out things that are important later that the other kids didn’t notice.
  • My artistic kids are finding outlets through some of the projects we’re doing and are generally thriving.
  • My musical kids are singing (or trying to sing) all the various songs in the play and no one is judging or teasing them for it. Plus, it feels more authentic when the songs are sung.
  • The kids who have seen the movies are having great discussions about book-to-movie adaptations and are noticing more and more minute things and getting more “deep” with their discussions of why changes were made.
  • My kids are actively looking for theme and having great group discussions about things like greed and heroism and what it means to be kind.
  • My students are starting to learn how to annotate and actively think while they’re reading so they notice things.


Overall, it’s so great and I love it and how much I can do with it. It makes teaching English so much fun right now. I love it. This is what teaching is supposed to be like.

Thank you, Professor, and cheers!

to me the thing is that we’d predicted this sort of outcome for most of the season, yet it was still probably the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

like even from the first scene with the paper towels people have been like “even has some form of mental illness” and we were all like yeah, sure, maybe he does.

then we started believing it, and for a very long time i think we all knew that at some point it would become an “issue”, and I thought we were prepared for it.

I made a prediction about the friday clip, I thought yes, there would be drama and some form of problem (because the week had been too good), and I thought we might get answers/ even telling isak about having a mental illness.

then I saw it was 15 minutes, and whilst I was incredibly excited, my first thought was “no this can’t be good”. and I was right (in terms of emotion, in terms of a story it’s amazing).

at first, I was so incredibly proud of isak messaging his mum (still am) especially signing off with “hugs, isak” because that showed a level of love even though they aren’t close, and it showed he was willing to put aside the issues with them, if she did.

then even is the biggest freaking dork and draws a heart on the window and my heart explodes. (also pointing out how isak still didn’t want to kiss even in public, which I feel was a really good show of him not just miraculously being completely comfortable after just coming out to his family & friends)

then even is just so proud to be able to say isak is his boyfriend and he’s beautiful and he’s his and I actually died. but then we get into the room and first it’s amazing but then even starts just rambling on and you can actually see the look of realisation on isaks face (shout out to tarjei and his amazing acting) when he first starts to get a hint that something isn’t right.

but then I think he chooses to ignore it, and why wouldn’t he? he’s never seen even in this context, and doesn’t know any better, plus they’re having a lovely night and he’s finally with the boy he loves, so he just puts it down to “he’s just having a great time”.

then the “the only way to have something infinitely is to lose it” comment, this is where I was like “no no no I don’t like this, this isn’t good”. I literally had to pause the video and make sure I was okay to continue because I really didn’t like where it was going, I was actually a mess.

once again, even not sleeping yet having so much energy, then we get to the part that started to kill me.

as soon as even walks out that door, isak realises fully what’s going on, and is instantly extremely worried. the moment even isn’t in the corridor I think isak connects the dots completely and is simply terrified.

wandering around the city and even calling sonja he looked so lost, and desperate and worried (again tarjei holy shit). then sonja turns up.

now, up until today, I was holding out hope that sonja was actually a good person, and don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying she’s evil or vindictive, but I don’t think she’s a good person for or with even. I think her “care” has turned into “control”, whether she fully realises it or not, I don’t think it’s healthy for even.

you can see that when isak asks what just happened and sonja answers, he already knows, he just needs it confirmed, and once it’s said out loud it’s real. sonja says stuff that I don’t believe is true (“it’s just some sick idea he has right now”) and some stuff she has no right to say.

I believe sonja got so comfortable in being the one who makes decisions for even and controlling him, that she can’t let it go, to her, this is essential. I don’t think she realises anymore that even is valid, and has his own thoughts and feelings that might not align with hers, and that isak was the one that this came to a head with. even saying “I can feel is growing apart ”(I can’t remember the exact line cause it was like episode 3 but it was along those lines) and “stop monitoring me”, makes me feel that sonja simply forgot how to be caring, and only knows how to control, because to her, that’s how it works.

and I do think even is in love with isak, completely in love with him, and I think isak 100% loves him back. but right now, due to isaks history with people with mental illnesses, i think isak feels broken and lied to, and I think he feels like he only loves this even, and doesn’t know the even with a mental illness, which I suppose is sort of true.

however I believe isak reaching out to his mum today was a sign of him growing (this show never does anything without reason) and also the line of noora “no one sacrifices anything for love in 2016” mean something.

I’d like to believe that he talks to eskild (giving eskild info this time) and possibly jonas, and sees a new side to this.

I’d like him to remember “and I’ll save you right back” because I’m going to just say it, i think even saved him, possibly from himself, or maybe just living his life as someone he’s not, and being miserable. even brought out the best in him, and made him so incredibly and indescribably happy and loved, and I’d like to believe he will save even just the same.

I want him to see that he still loves this even, he just now loves an even without a secret, an even he can care about & for the best way possible, and an even who has completely changed his life.

Personal thoughts on the undertale fandom

I’ve been an asshole recently. I’m sorry. Hell, i didn’t want to make my own personal blog here, but people kept begging me to. I am my own person, and i have my own life. 

But that’s not the point.

I really do love the creativity i see in this fandom, and the devotion people have to it. Its amazing one small game i made has had such a huge effect on the world ( well, not that large ). It’s great that more people understand that fighting isn’t always the answer ( Though I didn’t even think the game would revolve around that when i started making the game ). I really do wish this blog could coexist apart from undertale, but if you really want to talk to me about it, sure, why not. You want to make NSFW art, sure. If you want to put unique spins on undertale, that’s also ok.

Stay determined everyone.

Good boy

yALL I FUCKING FUCKED UP TODAY TEACHING

So basically you have a group of back muscles called the “Erector Spinae”. And I asked my students if they knew what the word “Erector” meant. Its a valid question cause its the function of the muscles! And a guy next to me said “…..Erection?”

AND MY FUCKING SLY ASS DOESNT EVEN THINK and replied “good boy.”

IT WAS MY LAST MISTAKE EVER MADE IN MY LIFE. THESE ARE GROWN ASS COLLEGE STUDENTS LIKE ME AND U MENTION ERECTION AND THEY LOSE IT. BUT HERE I AM SAYING “GOOD BOY” TO A GUY THAT SAID “erECTION” AND THEY ARE HOWLING AT THIS POINT. Absolutely losing it.

So throughout the rest of the class anytime someone got a answer right they would just say “good boy” whether it was a boy or girl that answered it. I created the next class meme. This is my legacy.

CS Oneshot: So Much For My Happy Ending

A Secret Santa gift for @jenswans. It was lovely getting to know you and you have been ridiculously patient with me! I hope this domestic modern AU with multiple meet-cutes exceeds expectations! You absolutely deserve it and much more! 

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The morning wind held a hint of spring as Emma yanked on the door to the coffee shop. She had been living in Boston for three months but had yet to find a regular coffee place. The place closest to her house was too pretentious, the one down the street had good coffee but was always crowded with college students, the one on the corner was decent but the blonde barista kept hitting on her. Emma didn’t think she was picky she just wanted a place that served simple, no frills, quality coffee, without ridiculous lines or having to endure awkward flirting.

Emma had high hopes that Cafe Hollow, despite its strange name, could be her place. It was painted in rich neutrals and littered with no-nonsense tables, the music was at a reasonable volume, the line was short, and the menu was a simple black signboard with white letters posted above the register offering simply coffee, espresso, Americano, and cappuccino and no option for sizes. Emma smiled–this was her kind of place.

“I don’t understand. You have milk, you have coffee why can’t you just make me a latte?” The raven haired woman at the front complained in an over-loud voice. Emma rolled her eyes. Why was it so hard to just order what was on the menu?

“This isn’t Starbucks.” Emma heard a male voice mutter lowly behind her and she nodded

“How can you even call yourself a cafe if you don’t serve latte’s?” The irate customer’s pitch rose.

“Seriously?” Emma murmured.

“Someone should tell her there are four other coffee shops on this block that would happily accept her patronage.” The voice added in a rich English accent. Emma gave a chuckle and glanced back to say hello to her fellow annoyed customer but stopped short.

 He was a taller man with dark brown hair, a strong jaw covered in scruff, and a mouth quirked into a smirk that Emma found both endearing and dangerous. She gave him a small smile back as her heart did a strange leap and she turned back around to see the woman leaving in a huff. Emma pretended to be interested in the menu as she tried to center herself. It had been a long time since she had felt such an instant attraction–not since Neal– and the thought disturbed her, set all her personal alarms ringing. She ordered her coffee to-go and was striding out the door before the guy had a chance to try talking to her again.

Emma didn’t go back to Cafe Hollow. She told herself it was because their coffee was weak but deep down she knew it was because she didn’t want to run into “coffee guy” again. She knew it was ridiculous but after Neal, after being abandoned and betrayed, she just couldn’t trust herself or her gut when it came to men. Especially not drop-dead gorgeous men with accents and hair that looked softer than a puppy’s fur. She threw herself into her work that week taking on more skips than usual to make sure she was distracted.

That’s how she ended up at a bar called Neverland in a skin-tight red dress and heels that were killing her as she waited for her skip to show his face. She was busy watching the door when someone slid next to her.

“What a charming coincidence.”

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I have this constant fear that I’m never going to forget him. The way his brown eyes pierced mine or his goofy grin that always made my heart beat ten times faster. And what sucks the most is that he was never mine to begin with. But I fell hopelessly in love with him. It’s been two years and I can’t forget him. And in the middle of the night when everything is quiet and everyone’s asleep I think of him. Even if I don’t realize it he finds his way back into my memory to the point where it makes me sick to my stomach and I can’t breathe because I don’t want to love him anymore. And it sucks because I thought I was forgetting him. I was finally happy. And then my memory of him comes back, and I’m sitting in the corner of my room tears pouring down my face and my throat burns because I’m screaming to the ceiling begging myself to forget him. And I hope that I will.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1032 // @ok.kxtelyn on Instagram
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These two pictures were taken just a little over a year apart. After looking at these you might think that a change like that would have made me super happy and satisfied with myself. But the night I took the second picture, I was not very happy at all. See, for that year my only goal was to loose the weight for other people. I never focused on what I wanted. I focused on how certain people would feel about me. Therefore the year was a complete rollercoaster. Back and forth, and that picture was taken at my lowest point weight wise, and self esteem wise. I was not accepting myself for the right reasons. I was looking at myself as only this lump thinking people actually cared about that.

Even though I had lost the weight I wanted, I was not satisfied with myself because I was always my biggest critic. I always wanted to be more fit. Until I realized that no one but me really cared that much about the way I looked. I started looking past my body and past my self esteem issues and started looking deeper.

The second picture is still me today. I am working now to maintain a good weight. But doing it the healthy way. I find my worth not in my outer appearance, But in ways I can be an encouragement to others, or some sort of motivation. Not a weight loss motivator. But a motivator to become the best person you can be in every way.

Revenge on a waitress

Not sure if this is the place for it; but I thought I’d share anyway.

I used to deliver pizzas for a great many years, we went to the local TGICHILIBEE’s and the entire time we were being served and I was eating I was trying to think of where I knew the damn waitress from. Finally when she brought me the bill, it clicked. I went out to my car and grabbed every piece of change I could find, and with delivering pizzas; it was plentiful. We made a point of hanging around there ordering a few me drinks, decided to have desert, and just generally make hell for this waitress. I know for a good hour I was her last table and she was just waiting on me; which was fine. Once we needed to leave to get to the cinema; taking the kids to the latest Pixar crap, I paid the entire $98.72 bill in change, with zero tip. Spread the change out across the table to resemble a big smiley face.

As I scooped up my kids to put coats and shit on them, she came over and her face dropped. I simply smiled at her and our family walked out.

As I was doing up car seats, the manager and the waitress came out and the manager asked what was wrong. I looked the waitress dead in the eye and spouted out her address and that I was simply returning the favor. Manager looked dumfounded, I backed out and left.

This dumb bitch ordered pizza regularly, 4 or 5 times a week, delivered; paid with an obnoxious amount of unrolled change in a Ziploc bag; if I was lucky, and never a tip. Not a single penny. On top of it, she’d frequently call and complain that we’d forgotten something, to the point that her order always showed up in red on the delivery screen to have a manager come visually check that all the items for her order were there before we left.

As a note, I do genuinely tip; always at least $10, regardless of the bill. I couldn’t bring myself to tip her. I had to make a point. I simply returned the favor and hopefully taught her a lesson.

I’d told the managers at my store what happened on my next shift and that she’d likely call and complain if I ever delivered to her again, which I knew was inevitable. It was a small family run pizzeria, managers told me I’d be taking the run anyway for a laugh if it came up and it was my turn just to see if she’d call and complain. That’s fine, I’d be more than happy to smirk in her face again, even without a tip. Just to have my curiousity fulfilled to see if she learned something.

A few weeks later I managed to, unfortunately, draw the short straw and take her delivery. She just stared at me like an idiot when she opened the door and handed me what she normally does; bitch didn’t learn anything.

I treated her no differently than I would a known $20-tipper at the door, knowing I wasn’t going to be getting a fucking thing. She did in fact call the store to complain about fabricated bullshit, and I just laughed. Apparently I called her a bitch, drove through her lawn and hit her mailbox. We all had a good laugh, and she was banned from ordering deliveries after a manager drove past her house to simply make sure I hadn’t actually fucked her lawn up and knocked over her mailbox.

If you work for tips, you should definitely tip yourself.

  • Me, singing Man Up: Time to man u--SAL TLAY KA SITI A PLACE OF HOPE AND JO-man up!!-AND IF WE WANT TO GO THEREEE WE JUST HAVE TO FOLLOW THAT WHIIITE B- time to !! - heavENLY FATHER WHY DO YOU LET BAD THINGS HAPPEN? -sal tlay ka sitiiiii- did you get my t-MORE TO THE POINT, WHY DO YOU LET BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO MEEE?- sal tlay ka sitiiiii, we got y- I'M SURE YOU DON'T THINK I'M A FLAKE- maan upppp!- BECAUSE YOU CLEARLY MADE A MISTAKE! - turn it off!! - I'M GOING WHERE YOU NEED ME MOST: ORLLAAAANNDDOOOOO! ORLANNDOOOOO!- we will listen to the fat white g- mY TIME TO, TIME TO, NOW IT'S MY TIME TO TIME TO- but hasa diga ebowai- NO TIME TO, NOT TIME TO, NO NOW IT'S TIME TO TIME TO-- huuh!- I'M IN THE LEAD FOR THE VERY FIRST - time tooo!- I'M GOING WHERE THE SUN ALWAYS SH- time too!- GOT TO STAND UP (ahhh) GET MY (ahhhh) FLIPPIN CAN UP, IT'S TIME TO,,, TIME TO,,, MAN UP!-- SAL TLAYYYY KA SITTTIIIII (hey ya ya)- SAL TLAYYYY KA SITTIIII-(HEY YA YA)- 'LANDO ORLANDO (SAL TLAY KA SITTIII)- I'M COMMINNGG (MAN U-) ORLAN-- (turn it off!)- SAL TLAYYYY KA SITTIIIII- IT IS TIMMEEE TOOOO- I still have maggots in my scrotum !!!!
galra keith theory

I’ve been thinking about Keith being galra, and I think the question we all have is, how did a galra end up on Earth, almost twenty years before the series’ start, maybe earlier?

We know that the galra hadn’t made it to the solar system yet at that point in time. So how could Keith have galra blood?

Well, what other alien thing we know had been on Earth for a long, long time?

The Blue Lion.

So what if the past Blue paladin was galra? What if that paladin was Keith’s mother, or distant ancestor?

And I think Keith had the same idea.