i thought this was quite lovely

anonymous asked:

Not saying he would, but what if he just acts the same as he has been and how he was when Another Man came out? He didn't say anything, didn't thank people for their support, didn't talk about the content of the magazine, there was just very very little conveyed outside of the actual magazine. I want to hear every thought he had while putting this album together but I just worry that's never going to happen anymore.

This is about to slightly miss the point but I’m always utterly floored about how people act like he HAS to thank fans… What, are you his 80 year old grandmother??? It just rubs me the wrong way when people essentially demand gratitude on their terms.

Which…the few times Harry has taken to social media recently it’s almost always been to thank fans?? Like he actually does that quite a lot?? I’ve never doubted that he loves and appreciates us?? He’s not obligated to do so the same way that other people do, and if that’s a deal breaker for you then…let it be one.

Anyway. Harry does not have to conduct his public life/how he talks about his work to the approval of some of his fans. It’s OK if you disagree with that. If it gets in the way of you enjoying his work maybe you don’t have to be as dedicated a fan as you were in the past. That would be more productive for everyone involved, if people knew when to step back from celebrities they’ve outgrown or who have changed their styles (and that goes for ALL the boys). Like, if all you’re going to do day in and day out is bemoan what a celebrity ISNT doing to please you, I think it is very much worth reevaluating why you’re spending so much energy on something that’s come to upset you.

Hogmanay pt. 1 (I love You Beyond The Brink of Madness.)

Hi all! So I have been doing some Spring Cleaning of my AU because it has spiralled a little out of control. A few chapters of this fic have been moved into a new thread called ‘Tales of Brianna’ because really they do little to feed into the central story and are really just one shots prompted by some lovely asks and some of my own random thoughts. This is more relevant over on AO3 but I love my Tumblr fam too so wanted to apologise for any confusion caused here by this.

Anyway I really hate to mess you about and to say sorry I have part one of an extended piece which is going to be pure Fraser loveliness! I hope you enjoy it, here is pt. 1 of Hogmanay.


Bree had been disappointed by Christmas. She wouldn’t admit it to Mama or Da but the lack of a tree or proper presents and carol singers had been quite disheartening. Mama had done her best and they had built a snowman in the afternoon which was fun, but that was about the only tradition from Boston that Bree had been able to observe.

Da had gifted her a little knife with an ivory handle that had her initials carved into it B.E.R.F and Bree had been pleased that he hadn’t left out the ‘R’ because she was feeling homesick and wondering what exactly Daddy was doing and whether he was alone or maybe with a new family. She didn’t know which thought made her feel worse.
Mama had wrapped up a new pair of breeks, folded playfully within a dress that Aunt Jenny had made and also a box of paints that made Uncle Ian raise his eyebrows – no doubt at at the extravagance.

She knew that she had received more than her cousins which only increased her guilt at feeling longing for the extravagant Christmas’ of the twentieth century and after supper Bree had excused herself and gone to bed early.

The next day had been better. Winter at Lallybroch was like something straight off a Christmas card. Fresh blankets of white snow every morning, smoke curling from the chimney, dark against the bright winter sky and she spent playing or hunting with Ian when they were released from their chores.

She wasn’t allowed to take her knife out with her, Mama had pretty much confiscated it the moment Da’s back was turned and assured Bree that she’d keep it safe before slipping a shilling into her hand – a bribe that Bree wished she hadn’t taken but at the time had been too wrapped up in feeling blue to think about. However Ian had a new bow and a set of arrows and he was allowed to take them out hunting whenever he pleased, which was also good news for Brianna as it meant she effectively inherited his old bow, now slightly too short for Ian but still pretty much alright for her, currently lagging one growth spurt behind him.

When Ian and Bree had asked Jenny where it had been put, Jenny had narrowed her eyes and said
“It has been put away. The two of ye ken well enough that Claire doesna want for Bree to learn how to use weapons yet.”

But then, after considering them both for a moment, she had sighed and picked up a foot stall, handing it to Ian with stern expression on her face

“Also I dinna wish either of ye to be pokin’ around on top o’ the wardrobe in Michael’s room, ken?”

After she had marched back to the kitchen Ian had grinned at Bree and nudged her in the ribs.

“Sometimes ye can really tell that Mam and Uncle Jamie are related, eh?”
*

On the fourth day, December 29th, Bree woke up, dressed in her favourite shirt and breeks and fetched her newly acquired bow from beneath her bed and walked downstairs into beautiful chaos.
Garlands of holly and thyme adorned the doorwars and thick boughs of juniper were stacked by the main entrance, stripped of their berries which were in a bowl beside them. Candles had been stationed on every available surface. The sound of fabric being struck over and over again came from outside and heedless of her contraband slung up on her shoulder, Bree padded out into the courtyard.

Jamie and Ian were beating rugs that had been draped over the washing line, both their faces shining with sweat despite the chill.

“What’s going on?”
Bree asked, wrapping her arms around herself shivering.

“Good morning, a leannan!”
Jamie wiped his brow and smiled at her

“Why is everything so … festive?”

“Hogmanay!”

Ian called cheerfully, swinging the carpet beater viciously at the rug and then stepping back to survey his work.

“Do ye think it’ll do Jamie?”

Jamie stepped around to Ian’s side and cocked his head

“Aye it’ll do if ye mean to have Jenny chase ye about the house wi’ this thing after ye give it back!”

Flicking the beater in Ian’s hand he gestured to a patch of dust on the higher right corner

“Look at that there!”

Ian clucked his tongue and rolled his eyes

“Fussy as an auld maid ye are. A patch of dust isna goin’ to offend any of our visitors.”

“It’s no’ the visitors who will be inspecting it.”

Jamie sniffed and nodded toward the house. Ian grimaced

“Last year I had the lads do this. I should ha’ done so this year too.”

Bree frowned at her father and uncle and shuffled her feet, wiggling her toes against the chill of being outdoors.

“What’s Hogmanay, Da?”

“It’s the celebration of welcoming the new year coming in and bidding the old farewell.”
Jamie said, his own rug now met his fastidious expectations, began carefully rolling it up before hefting it onto his shoulder and walking towards her.

“OH! Like New Year! With fireworks and champagne?”
Bree clapped her hands delightedly, the cold forgotten.

“Ah weel, no, I dinna have fireworks and I dinna think ye Aunty has any champagne here but there will be dancing and a fine feast and a bonfire too with guests and food and more to drink than is good for anyone so we’ll need to watch ye Mam.”

Jamie grinned, stepping into the house Bree following faithfully at his heels.

“So what happens at midnight?”

“Eh? Well that my lass is the first footing. A tall and dark man must enter the house barin’ gifts for good luck!”

Jamie deposited the rug in the hallway and turned to her, hands on his hips

“Now there is a wee discussion about this and I should care most greatly for your opinion.”

“Dinna be hounding the lass about this Jamie!”

Jenny admonished bustling between them as if by magic and inspecting the rug before glancing up at Bree.

“Your father has a bee in his bonnet about the First Foot. Pay him no heed. Your Uncle either. As bad as a couple of weans wi’ a new bauble to share.“

Jenny paused and pursed her lips at her niece

"And you’ve as much sense as either of them, walking around wi’ that on ye shoulder for the world to see.”

Bree glanced to her left and blushed, snatching the bow from her arm and quickly hiding it behind her back, a completely useless gesture but one that she felt the need to make anyway. She looked up guiltily at her Da but Jamie had that small smile on his lips that Mama called his ‘Proud Father’ smile.

“How are ye getting on wi’ it?”

“Not too bad, not brilliantly though.”

Bree smiled shyly back at him. She liked the idea of having small secrets between her and each of her parents. It was nice to feel close to them individually because they formed such a tight unit together that sometimes she could feel a little left out – after all she had been the centre of the world in Boston, the linchpin that kept her family together and she sensed it, even if she could not put it into words.

She had secrets with Mama already, little jokes about the future world and small things that Da would disapprove of like sharing a sweet before dinner or staying up past bedtime to read. Now she had a secret with Da too, learning to use a bow and arrow.

“I’ll show ye a couple of things after lunch but for now, hide it away wherever ye keep it, aye?”

Bree nodded and hurried up the stairs oblivious to the slender black eyebrow aunt Jenny raised at Jamie.

“What?”
He asked defensively but Jenny only smiled good-naturedly at him

“She has ye around her pinky, Jamie”

“Pah!
Jamie feigned haughtiness and strode past her but not before Jenny saw the faint pink blush of happiness that touched his cheekbone.

Jenny shook her head and sighed contentedly – it was time for bringing in the new year and with it a breath of joy that the dear old house had long needed. It was Hogmanay.

cookiexmilk  asked:

could you draw young nathan (nate the great) from his magician days? i love your art <3

As for this story, Sam was only saying fragmentally in the ending
I don’t understand well, but is this Nate correct? lol

I think that “Nate the Great” is a wonderful stage name because it’s felt the innocence of a child.
In the Uncharted 4 story, young Nate seemed quiet and mature,
But I understood that he was quite confident.

By the way, it was “Handsome Nate” in Japanese version. lol
Well, I think he’s very handsome, thought. lol

Thank you for your request!

okay now that i kinda calmed down a bit..a few things..

Actually theres a million thoughts running inside my head right now but ill try to narrow it down and be as coherent as possible..

1.WHERE IS SEASON 4????? IS SEASON 4 A THING OR WHAT???

2. WHY IN THE WORLD WAS THIS SHOW CANCELLED???? Is it because Hannibal is a man who is in love with Will who is a man????

3. I AM GOING TO REWATCH. I feel like there’s quite a bunch of things that went by me and i didnt really get the chance to absorb it well because i am so engaged with “what will happen next??”…in other words, i want to analyze it more. What a nerd huh

4. I cant believe this show is for real. “Frankenstein’s bride!” “We’ve both been his brides” “Bluebeard’s wife? I would have preferred to be the last” “Is Hannibal…in love with me?” “You see, this is all i ever wanted for you” “yeah its beautiful” AND this is just at the top of my head from the last episode ive watched, from the mouths of the characters. That ain’t everything from the very first episode. I CANT BELIEVE THIS SHOW IS FOR REAL.

5. MURDER HUSBANDS. Gosh. I know it felt like something from the fandom when i heard it from Will’s own mouth. But hearing it on the show? Yeah i am kinda still reeling. MURDER HUSBANDS. And Will’s face that time in front of Freddie Lounds compared to when Alana or Bedalia insinuated or said something to that effect. MURDER HUSBANDS. 

6. SEASON 4!!!!!!!!!GIVE IT TO ME NOW!!!!! NOOOOW!!! DID THEY SURVIVE THE FALL OR WHAT????

7. WHERE IS SEASON 4.?????

8. Why the hell was this show cancelled???? Whyyyyyy?????

9. Hannigram is canon and acknowledged. Daaaaaàmmmmmiiiiitttt

10. SEASOOOÒON 4!!!!!!! NOOOOOWWWW!!!

anonymous asked:

Okay you probably answered this a long time ago but when exactly do you think S.S. Terry set sailed? Do you think they jumped right into it? Are there any fanfics that depict the events as it's theorized to have happened? xx

Many, many theories on Terry, so I preface this by saying this is merely MY opinion bc everyone has their thoughts… but I think Tony was smitten with Kerry for quite some time prior to getting cast as FTGIII, just thru their social events. Then working together on set in those up close and personal scenes and it just happened. The moon and stars aligned and they could not help themselves. She was single at the time and young and why not! He’s hot AF and in a dead marriage and he was willing. I think the relationship started casually and quickly got away from them - love happened… 

They are magical in a way we rarely see in a lifetime. The fact that millions can see and feel this says something…

(Shameless plug, but since you asked… I have started a FF called ‘Still’ that is MY thoughts on how Terry came to be. It doesn’t start the reader at the beginning so you have to bear with me as the chapters unfold!)

Some thoughts

When I saw them last May I never thought I’d have a favorite ghoul. I thought that was silly. I’d never had favorite band members. I’d never really cared.

Keep reading

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So things were overall very quiet for JJ for a bit there but he was due for a change and that’s where Halley came in… 

“Well  I don’t get what the big deal is but that would be my brothers. I mean he’s been working on the damn thing since I was really tiny so I guess it’s pretty neat.”

“Oh trust me it is quite impressive, and you say he’s been working on it since  he was a child?” 

“He and his friends originally built it when he was a teenager, I was really little. He works on bigger rockets now for the OSSA.” 

“Really?! That’s so cool! I thought it had to be more than a hobby with equipment like that!” 

“I’m guessing you’re talking about the Tarkin II? Yeah that thing is kind of a piece of shit. The model I designed for OSSA is far more advanced.” 

 “That sounds simply amazing… you know I would just love to see it.”  

“I would if I could but it’s kind of a secret right now… “

“Oh sorry I guess it would be wouldn’t it? Silly me, still if I could pick your brain..” 

“Uck why don’t you just take her to dinner or something if all you’re gonna do is talk about this nerd shit? We were trying to talk about yoga before she noticed that stupid hunk of junk out there.” 

“Oh I’m sorry I suppose we were weren’t we? I guess in my excitement I was a little rude. Perhaps your brother would prefer to speak over coffee or something later.”  

“Yeah whatever, he has the day off tomorrow so I’m sure he can fit you in.”

“Okay so maybe two o’clock.” 

“Well actually I usually go and work on m-”

“Yeah whatever, not like he has plans..” 

“Umm Ebba.. but I kind of-” 

“Sounds good to me, I should probably get going. I really didn’t mean to intrude or anything so I guess I’ll see you both tomorrow.” 

@elisabettasims

anonymous asked:

First of all, I really find you blog inspiring! I have considered applying for Oxford myself for the English or Literature, and your blog just keeps giving me inspiration! However, I'm not quite sure what the expectations are? Does it require you to have a bunch of literary knowledge or? Basically, the only way to put it, is that the thought if applying etc. is kinda "scary".

Hi anon! Thanks for the lovely message - I’m glad you find my blog a positive thing! 

I’d always encourage people to apply, so long as they have the grades: so to do English lit, you’ll need three As at A Level, or the equivalent, including one in English Literature (or Literature & Language). That gives you an idea of the extent of the ‘literary knowledge’ you’re expected to have. 

Please bear in mind that when people first start their degrees at Oxford, they come from very different educational backgrounds, and so often it’s not just a case of what you’ve learnt already, but rather a case of what you will go on to learn. I wouldn’t worry too much - as long as you continue studying some kind of qualification to do with literature in English. You will, of course, be expected to have an interest in literature outside of your course - just reading the stuff you are set by teachers at school isn’t enough. Being able to talk about the things you are interested in outside of school - particularly things to do with books and literary culture - is really helpful for this kind of application. 

As I say to everyone - the only way to ensure that you are not offered a place at Oxford is to not apply - so when the time comes round, I would encourage you to think about including Oxford on your UCAS form. 

Best of luck!

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When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy side, against myself I’ll fight,
And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
Upon thy part I can set down a story
Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted;
That thou in losing me shalt win much glory:
And I by this will be a gainer too;
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
The injuries that to myself I do,
Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.
  Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
  That for thy right, myself will bear all wrong.

~Shakespeare Sonnet 88

These two are, quite simply, the sexiest fuckers ever!!  The way they look at each other.

I love many things about Yuuri but one of them must be that while he can be this boy

he never stops being this boy

That while he can be confident and even sexy on the ice, off the ice, he’s still that guy with the dorky glasses who’s quite easily embarrassed and wears that vulnerable and innocent expression that almost makes him look weak.

I love that he’s both of those people and that his insecure side never gets overwritten by his confident side. That he may be erotic in his programs but he is still Yuuri at heart.

I feel like it’s so easy to change a character’s personality and appearance and call it “character development”, and while, of course, that’s not wrong, I think it really takes effort to show a character’s growth without changing who he is as a person.

And Yuuri has certainly grown, whether it’s confidence in his daily life, his position in relationships with other people or his focus and freedom on ice, but he never stops being his ‘cinnamon roll’ self.

What’s also fair to mention is that he suffers from some degree of anxiety and that also never disappears. He doesn’t stop being anxious just because he’s grown and he’s stronger now - it still follows him and he has moments of weakness.

Yuuri may have grown but he never stopped being the person he used to be, he never changed.

But just because he didn’t change entirely doesn’t mean he didn’t improve.

Yuuri grew into a better version of himself, not into a completely different person.

And I think the way he’s written as a character and all of this deserves to be noticed and appreciated.

I am so tired of this idea that being a fan of something = worshipping it blindly and never criticizing any aspect of it, like sorry mate, literally nothing is worthy of that because nothing is perfect and flawless, and if that’s how you want to consume media, that’s your deal, but quit pulling this “how can you say that about a series you claim to love” bullshit

I am so tired but I can’t sleep.
I’m so angry,
but I don’t know how to let it go.
I want to be happy but I can’t stop crying.
I love people,
but can’t stop hurting them.
I want to be calm,
but I have so much anxiety.
No matter how much I try,
I can’t quite seem to get where I want to be.
—  Chapters from my life

Man, I love Kubo Mitsurou’s (creator of Yuri on Ice) tweets. Like, take this one:

“It’s good that in the venue (ice rink) for the Cup of China, the place from which the skater starts their program and the spot where the kiss and cry takes place are quite far away from each other so that the coach has to run after the performance (to greet the skater). In other venues the exits and entrances can be either close to one another or can be the same place, but it’s the distance that makes the difference.”

(Please correct me if my translation is wrong.)

I love how they thought about the smallest details and the mounting suspense of the fact that Victor would have to run, to somehow decrease the distance between himself and Yuuri which finally culminates in the kiss (and cry haha). They really pay attention to the small stuff here.

You can just tell how much she loves this production and I adore that.

The day I apparently broke the internet! From Dallascon16

So I have come to learn that quite a lot of people have seen this photo and only about half know the amazing story behind it. So I thought I would finally tell it here on tumblr!

I had bought a mishalecki photo op ticket on the Thursday before the convention but had absolutely no clue what pose to do, until it hit me. I am a hug Misha fan, and every time I have gotten to talk to him I am usually sarcastic and try to match his wit. I also love Jared, he is like an actually giant puppy. Anyway way the whole fandom knows that Misha had bragged about how flexible he is, well I am quite flexible too. Just as flexible as Misha actually,lol! So then this pose came to mind. I knew it would crack Jared up and it would give me a chance to show off some skill. I didn’t want to many people knowing what pose I was going to do because I was afraid volunteers might not be keen on the idea or I just wanted it to be a surprise.

So I was third or so in line for the photo and Misha and Jared set the tone pretty quickly with their entrance that screamed fun and sexy. Half the people in the room knew what pose I was gonna do and the other half didn’t. When it came my turn I walked up to Jared and Misha, I had to repeat it twice but for the sake of just retyping the same things I will write once.

I stood between Jared and Misha, looking at Jared while I kept Misha in my sights. I said this, “ Hey guys so I am going to do a pose you have never done before. (They began to smile; I then gently put my hand on Misha’s chest to direct Jared’s attention) See I am more flexible than Misha is, (Jared chuckled, Misha looked curious) so I am going to do a reverse table top yoga pose and I want you two to arm wrestle on my stomach. Look as extreme as possible, got it!?” I had to repeat this twice, but both were smiling and went ok, I have a feeling they were still confused, that was until I hit the ground. I heard half the room gasp,slightly, and the other half sorta whispering. From above I heard Jared and Misha go at the same time, “OH”, they had finally understood. Jared actually signaled for Chris to do another picture because he realized they both were not ready when the photo was taken, I am so glad he did cause it turned out amazing.

As I started to come out of the pose Jared helped me up, which was basically pulling me 3ft into the air, I am 5′2! He went, “Damn girl that was kick ass!” and gave me a high five. I told both of them thank you and started to walk away when Misha decided he was not done with me yet. Misha gently grabbed my arm and pulled me back. He leaned in so close to my face I could feel his scruff and he whispered, “ Your not more flexible than me.” As I turned to look at him he gave me the Casifer grin and winked. And to put the cherry on top of me walking away I started smiling and wagging my finger going, “No no no no no”, and the damn music stopped. Misha and Jared chuckled and I left. Later that day I showed Jared the photo, he cracked up laughing and decided to sign it, even though I already had his auto. I was like Jared stop and he went, nope I am signing this. He also signed it with AKF.

There you have it, my crazy story!

When we first met, you and I, you asked me a question,” he said.
“Yes, I did,” she replied with a slight smirk appearing on her face.
“We were at a party. I was throwing up in the bathroom and you stumbled in, drunk and quite crazy looking. You asked me what the point of it all was. You said everything hurt. That everything always got messed up, and it was usually your fault. You were crying, hard, and you looked at me and asked me what the point was. And I didn’t know what to say, because I didn’t know. I still don’t know.”
She let out a small laugh and bumped his leg with her knee. She took a deep breath and spoke.
“You see, when we first met, I was heartbroken. I just got dumped, my mom hated me, I thought I had no one. I didn’t see the point of living, of doing anything anymore,” she told him quietly.
“Well what about now?” he questioned.
“Well now,” she spoke again, louder this time, “now I’m happy. I have you, my best friend. My mom doesn’t hate me. I haven’t fucked anything up in a while. But it won’t stay like this forever. Because I’m going to mess up again and you’ll hate me and I’ll hate you and then we’ll love each other. Maybe we’ll end up together in the long run or maybe I’ll end up wishing you would drop off of the planet. What I’m trying to say is, nothing is permanent. You won’t be happy forever but you also won’t be sad forever. Things are always changing, and you can’t stop them from doing so. The point is, that there is no point. So live however the hell you want to. We’re all destined to the same inevitable ending.
—  An excerpt from a book I’ll never write #8
Together, both you and I are a quite a terrible mess but the beauty of it all is that, it is the ground that we stand on. It is also the sky that hold us close to each other.
—  Lukas W. // Together

You asked me who I
am in my ideal world,
where I can create and
be whoever I want to be.

And I tell you, in another
life I’m bold, I tell the kid
in class to quit interrupting 
the lecture because we are so 
goddamn tired of him acting
like he knows everything.


I don’t text my mother telling
her that I am crying, I don’t sit
on the corner of her bed sobbing
at 3 am about someone that doesn’t
like me back or how much I wish
I could sleep,


I dye my hair pink and blue and
purple and I get a fringe and wear
dark lipstick and remember to file
my nails rather than let them break
and I dress in all black one day and
the next day in colors as vivid as my
dreams of you.


I travel wherever I want without a
worry in the world and I don’t think
twice about moving constantly and
I pack only a suitcase and I go to coffee
shops early in the morning and sit next
to someone in the sunlight and we talk
about politics or just good stories we
have heard.


I take some time off from school and
I work and I live in a small apartment
with a faucet that drips but I keep the
windows open constantly and my neighbors
are so unconventional but they are still so
beautiful and they have the greatest stories
and they drink during the weekends and
during my free time I fill my walls with
pictures and poems and posters and I am
so bloody passionate that it drips through
the windows,


I have many friends or I have absolutely
no one and I am content either way and
I go to parties and get to know everyone
but no one exactly knows me and they
try to describe me to others asking if
they’ve seen me too but they cannot
find any words that can describe the
way I held their hands.


And I tell you, in another life I’m crazy
and happy and weird and I talk a lot or
sometimes not at all and none of their
words ever hurt me because I am too
caught up in my own love, I am too 
busy creating myself. 


And I ask what would you be if you
could be anything?


And you tell me of all these divine things,
you’d ride the train and never get off and
see where it takes you, you would drive until
you ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere,
you would swim until your skin looks like
apple peels, and as you tell me of all these
wondrous adventures, where you are always
going somewhere, I realize you are just running
away,


You have always just been running away
from me.

—  In another life I’m bold and you’re cold.