i told you i just had a lot of time

I just remembered Teen Titans go had an episode about directly breaking the fourth wall and making fun of the criticism for their show, while at the same time defining high brow humor as British people making snooty commentary and good cartoons as lots of brown colors and polite “safe” humor.

Literally the writers see humor as black and white you either have ass jokes or snooty people laughing about exclusive humor that most of the population won’t find funny.

anonymous asked:

Not sure how related this is to autism, but asking in case it's an acceptable question. I'm autistic and am used to doing really well in school but now that I've started to work it's confusing and vague a lot, and I get really tired. It puts a lot of stress on my body and now it looks like I may not be able to handle a full-time job. Do any of the mods have experience with something similar? Alternatively is there someone who's willing to talk about their experiences with it?

I too did really well in school but had a hard time transitioning into the workforce. In school, there is a routine and you are told what to do and when. With work, oftentimes there is little consistency and the demands are typically higher. 

When I started working I pretty much just worked and slept. I was exhausted all the time. I didn’t know I am autistic at that time so I thought that’s what everyone went through and pushed myself through. I eventually had to take some time off to take care of my mental health. I now work a full time job, but it’s not easy. I have frequent meltdowns and am in a perpetual state of sensory overload most days. I’m always exhausted and I never get a chance to recover. Even taking an extra day off last week didn’t help. 

Followers, does anyone else want to share their experiences with working as an autistic person?


In the AU when Galra!Keith learn that Altean!Lance is the prince

(Just a tiny scene i had in my head.XD might end up drawing it.:))





Galra! Keith- I… I WAS BUSY! I don’t follow the news that much, its normally just a bunch of gossip!! AND I DIDN’T TOUGHT THE PRINCE WOULD BE THE KIND TO GO FLIRTING AROUND LIKE THAT!

Altean! Lance - FIRSTLY, I DON’T “FLIRT AROUND” AND SECONDLY , YOU….er….you looked cute thats all. *pout*

Galra! Keith- WELL….erm…i tought it was kinda cute that you said you where the prince when you…hrm…flirted…with me….

Altean! Lance- ….

Galra! Keith-….

“Jack, I need you to rescue me.” Bitty clutches his phone tightly, trying to keep it steady.

“Bittle? What’s going on? Where are you?”

Bitty looks out the door at the rain. It’s fat and heavy and he can barely make out the cars he knows are parked a few metres away in the lot.

“I was baking a pie, but Holster had finished all the eggs at breakfast without telling me. He’s done it before–finished the eggs, that is–but he told me last time. So I had the flour on the bench, and spices, and I opened the fridge and–because there was no note, Jack so–”

“Bits?” Jack interrupts. “I need you to do something, okay? For me?”

“Oh. Okay, Jack.”

“Great. Take a deep breath.”

The air is freezing at the entrance, with the doors opening and closing as other shoppers walk in and out. Bitty opens his mouth and does it anyway.

“Good job. Now slowly let it out.”

Bitty blows out and he swears he can see his breath cloud in front of him even though he’s inside.

“Once more,” says Jack, “then tell me where you are.”

In. Out. “Murder Stop n Shop.”

“Thank god.”

“What, why?” Bitty asks, confused and shivery as a gust of wind comes in. “Jack. That’s not good. It’s raining so darn much and I’ve got no umbrella and too many groceries. I can’t afford to let these things get wet.”

“Look to your left.”

Bitty turns his head to see–as best he can in this weather–the pathway leading to the store.

There’s Jack. Walking through the torrential downpour with a massive, blue umbrella, and his phone to his ear.

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we began to fail at the smaller things.
like the time we went ice skating and realized that the imbalances in our lives weren’t just metaphorical.
you weren’t happy.
and I had given up hope in trying to be your safe place.
so we argued a lot.
mostly about stupid things.
then the importance of the wars we fought against each other only grew more significant in time.
you started lying, unintentionally perhaps, because you didn’t want to hurt me so you never told me about the day you ran into your ex girlfriend and decided to run around the city.
it wouldn’t have meant anything if you had told me.
and you didn’t.
eventually i found out.
and in my attempt to feel less hurt, i fell in love with someone else.
and i am sorry for how long it took for me to say that.
i am sorry for the both of us and how much we failed to realize.
the truth is, we should have known.
because there came a time where you stopped calling and i wouldn’t hold your hand.
we overlooked these smaller things because even in the moments we were bad to each other, you wanted it to work as much as i did.
after all, it was you i shared dreams with.
we talked about marrying each other and never waking up beside other people.
eventually we did.
in time we ran out of dreams and the hope we harvested was left out in the rain for too long.
i am sorry that we weren’t kind to each other.
we should have been.
if i could go back in time, i would tell you this:
i may not love you anymore but there was a day where i did. thank you for trying as best as you could to love me in a way i was able to recognize. thank you for loving me in all my crookedness. thank you for being the one to share this with me.
—  @thewordsyouneverunderstood , things I would have said to you

When I went up to San Anselmo, California, to see the work in progress on the [The Empire Strikes Back] Special Edition, we looked at the film, and I was making some notes about color changes and sound - never about cutting. No cut changes. And we came to the scene where the group is on Cloud City, walking through a corridor. When I had originally shot it, I was not happy, and I told George I didn’t like the set because it was just a corridor and we should have had round openings so you see the city as they walked through. It would have cost a lot of money to open it up and put miniatures out there, and it would have taken more time to build it, and you’re always fighting time.

So, I’m sitting in the screening room looking at the scene. They walk down the corridor, and here are the openings and there is the city. I was shocked. I said, “George, look!” And he said, “Yeah. It’s a gift for you.”

— Irvin Kershner

Love in War

Ship: Lafayette x reader

Genre: i’m not sure

Warnings: Its canon time so war, guns and maybe some slight blood? Cursing probably, A lot of french pet names that i dont want to translate, but they’re couple nicknames so,,,

Word count: 2,514

You ran. Tripping over the stairs and yet, you wouldn’t stop. He always told you not to, get somewhere safe. He would be here soon, you just had to stay calm. Your dress would catch at your feet as you ran through the cellar, completely in the dark. You slowed as you felt for the door to the understairs closet, your hiding place. Lafayette kept you prepared, making sure you knew what to listen for and where to go if you had to get out. You trusted him, you had to. You left your life in his hands, whilst doing so, forfeiting your heart to him.

Footsteps came from up above as you slowly closed the closet door, trying to keep it from making a sound. You had to be silent. You promised.

The voices upstairs started yelling in a tone you tried to completely block out. The harsh tone of the soldiers above was frightening to say the least. It sounded like it could bite a man in half without so much as any effort. The strong commander continued barking commands at the others. From what you should tell, there were at least three men, excluding the commander. They ran on the floor above you and maybe even upstairs in your bedroom.

Your breathing was haste, thoughts running through your mind. Lafayette didn’t want you to even come with him to the colonies but you did. You were suppose to get married  to him once he came back but you couldn’t stand being away and not knowing what may be happening to him. He couldn’t have stopped you, he knew that once he realized you came with him, so he told you what could happen, making sure you were prepared because he wouldn’t always be there to protect you. You knew he would try to get there to help you, to keep you safe but if he was far from home, there’d be no way for him to know.

New shouting voices entered earshot, yet you could still hardly recognize any of them. One, that only yelled occasionally, sounded familiar but you couldn’t put a name or face to it which was pretty frustrating because you couldn’t tell if it was someone trying to help.

Shots fired. It was too loud, you had to cover your ears to try and block out the screaming. More shots continued, loud enough for you to count. One and then another, then a moment or break and then fire.

It must have been opposing sides, why else would they be shooting at each other? It stopped a few minutes later and someone started toward the stairs. You could hear as the wooden cellar door creaked open.

You reached behind you, your hand frantically feeling around for the blade Lafayette made you keep in there just in case. You hadn’t ever stabbed anyone, and surely the soldier would shoot or capture you before you could even try. You found the blade, your hand wrapping around it tightly and holding it close.

Footsteps eased further down the stairs. The voices from upstairs talked quietly, you couldn’t make out a word the said. The footsteps got louder and once the man was half way down, you heard him yell back up, “Are you sure he said here? It’s dead quiet!”

“Yes I’m sure! He knows what he’s talking about, sir!” A voice from up the stairs yelled back down, almost echoing against the unfurnished walls.

The other man sighed and descended the rest of the stairs quickly.  

Your grip on the sharpened blade was tight but shaky as you listened anxiously for the man to near your door. You would have to be fast, faster than you had been for anything else before. The blade was pointed out to the door so you could lunge as soon as the door opened.

“Really? Are you sure she’s even here? He wouldn’t have known that much, maybe the young miss isn’t around.” The man in your cellar suggested. His voice was the familiar one but you still wouldn’t be able to tell why.

“Have you even looked?” The other voice was much younger and impatient,

“Of course I-”His voice was right outside your door now.

Your breath hitched as it slowly opened and quickly you shoved the blade into his thigh, closing your eyes tightly.

“You were right, Alexander! And she was damn well prepared!” The man yelled up the stairs, supposedly to the other man.

“Of course I was right! But ‘prepared’? What do you mean?” You could hear the other man start walking down the stairs as well.

You finally opened your eyes, looking up at the man you stabbed slowly before the other came into view.

“Woah! Okay so there’s knife in your leg, Sir.” The younger man pointed out, barely snickering.

“Oh yes, Alexander, I didn’t even notice it.” The other man rolled his eyes, reaching down to pull out the blade. “Take her upstairs, will you? I’ll patch up my leg upstairs.

The long haired man nodded, moving into the doorway as the other man began back upstairs. You moved back, shuffling up against the wall. The man took a step closer to you, efficiently blocking out any light that had seeped down the stairs.

“Hey, I’m not about to hurt you or anything, come on.” He held out a hand.

You shook your head, watching his movements carefully. The moment he took another step toward you, you began screaming, kicking out your legs to hopefully hit him. What you didn’t expect was for him to grab one of your outstretched legs.

With a sigh, this ‘Alexander’ man picked you up. “I really didn’t want to have to force you to do this, but damn i promised we’d get you back safely.”

You kept screaming and trying to get out of his grip as he carried you up the stairs. The entire way you were screaming until the tears and screams and struggling became too much and you passed out from the lack of oxygen you managed to keep in your body. Alex still carried you even as you stopped moving. He wasn’t worried, your chest continued to heave unstably, you were still breathing.

They marched all the way back to the camp, where Lafayette’s division was already waiting, back from their travels. As soon as he was able to see Alex carrying you, Laf ran to meet them, afraid something had happened.

He took you in his arms as soon as he could, whispering sweet things to you as he walked.

No one had seen him like that, a new look in his eyes when he looked at you, something many of the young soldiers couldn’t place. He sat down back at the camp, waiting patiently as he waited for you to wake up.

Alex walked over to him first, ignoring the French being whispered to you. “You are aware that she stabbed the general, right?” He sat down next to him, though keeping a bit of a distance from you.

The Frenchman laughed a little, not tearing his eyes from your sleeping form. “No, I wasn’t aware. She must have been scared, she doesn’t really know you or the commander.”

Alex looked at you. He noticed Lafayette had draped his jacket over you, one of your hands gripping it tightly while the other was occupied by his. This was the first good look he had even gotten of you, and only now did he realize one of the reasons Laf must have chosen you out of anyone he could’ve had. You were stunning and Alexander was very surprised by this fact. Not that he had expected you to look bad but you seemed crazy and he never thought anything other than that you probably could’ve stabbed him at any moment, of you.

“That was what i figured. She screamed and kicked while i tried bringing her here because, well, she didn’t know this stranger holding her. I’m not even sure I said who we were or who sent us or told us.” Alex sighed, leaning back on his hands.

“I’m sure. She isn’t the fondest of most people and the conflict frightens her.” Laf kissed your forehead as you shifted slightly in his lap.

“Why did she come here with you then? If you don’t mind me asking. I just find it a bit strange, she knew what was going to be going on here, didn’t she?”

Laf nodded, “Yes, of course she did. She didn’t want to be that far. I wish she had stayed though, it’s safer there right now.”

Alexander nodded, glancing back over at you. You were starting to wake up, from what he could tell. He got up, deciding to leave you and Laf alone for some time together.

You opened your eyes, nuzzling into the familiar warmth around you, “Bonjour, mon amour.”  Your voice was quiet, muffled by the fact that your face was buried in his chest.

Laf jumped a little, though later you knew he wouldn’t admit to it, looking down at you with a soft smile, “How are you feeling, chéri?”

“I feel alright, my head hurts a little.” You shrugged, sitting up to look at him though you still held his jacket on tight.

The sun was setting behind him, and wow, he looked amazing like that, almost only an outline against the still bright background. You leaned forward onto your knees, pressing a kiss to his nose gently.

“What are you doing, mon ange?” Laf laughed softly, setting his hands on your hips to steady your form.

“Nothing to worry for, mon nounours, nothing bad.” You leaned your forehead against his gently, smiling softly. “I missed you, the house is lonely all by myself.”

He sighed, closing his eyes, “I know, (Y/n), I promise, I know it isn’t the best but it’s what we have to do right now. I love you so much for sticking through this, I know it’s hard, but they need our help right now, they will until they win.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “I know, I know. I am painfully aware.”

That wasn’t a lie, you knew what you were signing up for after he told you. You wouldn’t beg him to stay, wouldn’t be that selfish, but you put yourself at risk to be as close to him as you could for as long as it would take and from what you could tell, it would be a long while until either side gave in.

The Americans were motivated, it amazed you how much so. This was their chance at a nation, to get away from the king, to build a name for themselves, give a reputation. These men that Laf worked along side were astonishing, even if they lacked in skill and experience.

One skill they did possess though, was sneaking or spying. Alexander and one of the other soldiers who you had yet to meet, one Hercules Mulligan, were watching from afar. Hercules had a happy smile on his face, watching the young couple while Alex had a vacant expression.

“Aren’t they beautiful together, Alex? You can practically feel the love radiating off the couple.” Hercules laughed softly, or as much so as he could with his loud and hearty laugh.

The younger only shrugged, glancing back at the couple that was now laying in the grass, laughing and poking at each other. He would admit, they were cute, together or apart, it was hard to say but he didn’t want to jinx anything bad happening. He knew you could take care of yourself, but you were small, it was easy to overpower you and if the wrong people did, Lafayette would risk himself to get you safe. The Americans would lose without him, which sounded petty but it was true. They didn’t have the experience or training or weapons they needed.

Soon enough, it was dinner time but neither you nor Lafayette had noticed until Mulligan came over shouting about how you would miss supper if you didn’t hurry. Laf got up quickly, pulling you up after and fixing his jacket back around you. During your struggles against Alex, the back of dress tore a bit and Lafayette didn’t want to leave you exposed so he kept you wrapped in his jacket to cover you. You wouldn’t complain though, the jacket smelt like him and it was nice to be engulfed in his scent and a large jacket for warmth.

You sat beside him during dinner, keeping your gaze down whenever the general walked by your table. Alexander, John and Hercules sat on the opposite bench to you and your fiancée. The four men were laughing and telling jokes, some that you could laugh along with and others that you had to fake through. Dinner was awkward and uncomfortable to say the least.

There wasn’t a lot of time before everyone was told to get to their cabins. Well with an exception being you and Lafayette. Apparently the general wanted to talk with you both but you weren’t really eager. You held Laf’s hand as you walked beside him Washington’s tent, him giving some sort of warning knock before walking in.

The older man gave out a sigh, turning to face the two of you. “Good that you both came, there are a few things needing to be discussed. Take a seat, why don’t you?”

You both quickly sat down, Laf holding you as close as he could without being super obvious. He could tell you were nervous, you had been all afternoon. You knew you would have to talk about what you did but, it wasn’t really you, it was nerve, it was impulse, worry, fear. You could barely remember that you had even stabbed him.

“Well, I suppose, first thing is first, Lafayette, you are aware of why we were inclined to bring (Y/n) back here to camp, correct.” The general was still standing though he was moving about.

Lafayette shook his head. “I am not fully informed, only enough to assume. A break in, of sorts, British soldiers, presumably. You must have noticed and remembered and done something.”

The general nodded, “In a shortened version, yes. Are you also aware that she stabbed me in the thigh?”

“Yes, sir. Though, in her defense, she had never met you before and our cellar is very dark.” The French soldier resisted the urge to snicker.

“Then you also know that I can not allow her to stay other than tonight? Though I’m making an exception for tonight, do not think that this event will happen again..” His voice started to trail off in your mind though he continued talking.

For a while everything sounded fuzzy and your eyes grew tired with strain. You leaned your head on Lafayette’s chest. You closed your eyes as the men continued to talk, the discussion slowly shifting to war plans. Soon enough everything faded into a dream and you would wake in your lover’s arms in the morning.


This was longer than i wanted but this ended up cute ahhh. I hope you guys liked it and feel free to send requests and asks whenever!


Killer: Part 2 (Dean Drabble)

Part 1

A/N: I had so many likes and reblogs on the first part! I also had a lot of feedback of people wanting more! So here’s a second part! Enjoy! :) 

P.S: I wrote this whole thing once and my tumblr crashed on me and I lost it all! Hopefully this is just as good as the first time I wrote this…sigh.

You didn’t hear from Dean the rest of that day. In fact you hadn’t heard anything from Dean for a few days now. Silence. Today was the day you were putting your sister to rest. Everyone had been told that she was killed in an accident, but you knew the truth. You contemplated on going to the police after you found out that Dean killed her but you were too afraid. You were afraid that either the police wouldn’t believe you or that Dean would find out and find you and kill you.

You returned home from your sister’s funeral and you decided you were going to get rid of that walkie. You went to your bedroom where you had put the walkie after coming home with it from your run the other day. You picked it up and walked out of the apartment to the dumpster behind the building. As you were throwing it away you were startled.

“Hello Y/N.” Dean said from the walkie. It wasn’t possible. You just decided to ignore him. “Don’t throw the walkie away.” You never pushed that walkie button so fast.

“What do you want?!” You shouted in the walkie.

“I want to play a game.” Dean chuckled. “I want you to find me.”

“I don’t want to!” You shouted back angrily.

“Then I’ll come find you.” Dean stated. “Nice shoes by the way. Are they baby blue?” You looked down at your baby blue shoes and freaked out and threw the walkie on the ground before running towards the abandoned building next to your apartment. You ran down the hallway of the building trying to find somewhere to hide. You finally came to a small closet in a room all the way down the hallway and stayed as quiet as you could. You heard the door to the building open and slam shut. You let out a tiny squeal and covered your mouth with your hands.

“Y/N?!” Dean shouted. “Let’s finish this game!” You heard him dragging something heavy along the floor. You had tears streaming down your face hoping that he didn’t find you.

Dean Tags: @tas898

Forever Tags: @boredoutofmymindwriting @jensen-jarpad @frickfracklesackles @evyiione @imaginesofdreams @27bmm @mogaruke

Tagging people who wanted a second part: @riversong-sam @donnaintx @faegal04 


Four years ago, I was just a guy who had a crush on a girl who had a boyfriend. And I had to do the hardest thing I ever had to do, which was just to wait. Don’t get me wrong—I flirted with her. Pam, I can now admit in front of friends and family that I do know how to make a photocopy. I didn’t need your help that many times. And do you remember how long it took you to teach me to drive stick? Like a year. I’ve been driving stick since high school. For a really long time that’s all I had. Little moments with a girl who saw me as a friend. And a lot of people told me I was crazy to wait this long for a date with a girl who I worked with, but I think, even then I knew, I was waiting for my wife.


Margaret Carter was known to most as the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D, but I just know her as Aunt Peggy. She had a photograph in her office: Aunt Peggy standing next to JFK. As a kid that was pretty cool. But it was a lot to live up to, which is why I never told anyone we were related. I asked her once how she managed to master diplomacy and espionage at a time when no one wanted to see a woman succeed at either. And she said “Compromise where you can. Where you can’t, don’t. Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. Even if the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye, and say ‘No, you move’.

Just Don’t

I’m sure there’s already probably a post out there about this but here’s a list of things not to say to someone with a chronic illness:

1. “But you don’t look sick.” - I read this article about a girl who’s really sick with a lot of different chronic illnesses, and she said that if she had a dollar for every time she’s been told this she could afford the various surgeries she needs to survive. I’ve said it before, it’s a blessing and a curse to not look as horrible as we feel. On good days, I like to pretend that I’m normal and I can blend in. On the bad days, I hear this a thousand times. Do you think that by telling me this I magically feel better? Because that’s not how this works. Y’all are lucky I don’t look how I feel because you’d run screaming. The reason this offends us is because it comes off like you’re not believing us. Please don’t do it.

2. “You’re too young to have that.” - Thank you. I’ll just tell that to my body. Did it fix me? No? Shocking. Again, this is offensive because it seems like you’re not believing us. Please don’t do it.

3. “At least it’s not cancer.” - Omgggggg. This one pisses me off like no other. There’s a post about this I’ve seen on here and the best line is something like “Who told you it was okay to rank suffering?” <——- READ IT AGAIN. That is never okay. You come off as so ignorant when this comment is made. Just because you actually know something about cancer doesn’t mean you know anything about how it would compare to my illness and it’s so ignorant to even try to compare them!!!! Did you know that the most commonly used drugs to treat autoimmune diseases are chemo drugs? And we stay on those for LIFE. Also, what’s one of the most feared things for a cancer survivor? A relapse. This is like waking up to a relapse every day of our lives. This is offensive because it’s ignorant. You know nothing about my illnesses and yet you’re going to try to compare it to something else and the fact that you’re trying to compare two different types of suffering when you know nothing about the one is just wrong. It’s just wrong to even try to say one person is suffering more than another. Don’t do it. —–> this section also includes the “this person I know had cancer and is living an inspiring adventurous life” people. Just stop. Honestly. Do you think I’m just sitting here bitching and not trying my hardest to survive? Do you think I enjoy this? Do you seriously think that if I had any way to live like that that I would still be sitting here? Omg. Please don’t do it.

4. “My aunt’s sister’s cousin’s dog’s brother’s friend has that and she’s fine.” - I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve heard this shit. Okay the dog part is exaggerated but not much! Like please, tell me how this person you’ve maybe seen twice in your life and maybe even talked to once is just doing fine. Did you ask them about their illness? Did you ask them how long it took for them to get diagnosed and what life was like during that time? Did you ask how many medications they’re on to keep them going in a semi-normal life? Did you ask them how they’re actually feeling underneath that smile? Did you ask them if they’re going to cry when they get home from being in so much pain from spending a day pretending to be normal? You didn’t? Didn’t think so. Again, ignorant. Please don’t do it.

5. “You just need to be more positive.” - Seriously? Please, tell me more. Explain to my joints that since I’m thinking happy thoughts they shouldn’t be aching any more. Explain to my lungs that I should be able to breathe now. You know, I know that being positive is something I need to work on and that it can help me with my overall happiness on good days. But this is offensive because you imply that I’m not trying hard enough and that this is a simple illness that can vanish if I put in enough effort. Like I’m not doing everything I possibly can. Like I’m just being lazy. Being positive is not going to change the nights I spend alone in too much pain to sleep. Ignorant. Please don’t do it.

6. “Are you sure it’s not all in your head?” - Man…this is the worst. Like there is no way that this comment could be helpful. You are indicating that you don’t believe the person speaking and that you aren’t listening to anything they’re telling you. If somebody is telling you about their illnesses they’re telling you about real shit. Shut up and listen. Plus, this also bothers me because it’s derogatory towards anyone with mental illnesses. So what if it was in my head? Does that make it any less real? If you care about somebody does it matter where their pain is coming from? More ignorance. Please don’t do it.

I think that most people just don’t really grasp the reality of the situation and the fact that you can get sick and never get better. I think most people honestly think they’re helping in some way but these things make us feel even more isolated and make us want to reach out to people even less. Saying these things shows us that you know nothing about our lives and that you aren’t listening to what we’re saying. Because in all honesty, none of these things have anything to do with our own individual situations. So if you really care about the person who’s opening up to you about their illness, listen to what they say about what their life is really like. You can ask questions we love it when someone shows a genuine interest but don’t say ignorant things. If you don’t know what someone is going through, then don’t pretend like you do. Don’t compare one case to another, don’t compare one disease to another, don’t judge us by our appearance or our age, don’t make assumptions about our mental health or our mindset. There are so many stigmas against us anyways so if somebody you care about is trying to inform you please listen. Thank you.

small psa for people getting into touhou in 2015 or consider themselves new fans

  • there’s a lot of official material. that might seem overwhelming, but please don’t let that keep you from tackling the official works. don’t be afraid to just dive headfirst in!
  • there is an order where in all the games/manga/books take place, but it’s really straight forward most of the time, like touhou 7 takes place after touhou 6 and so on. play the games in the order that suit you the best. play the game that seems the most fun to you! you can always play the other games later.

  • the print works and manga are a great way to get to know the characters and universe better, generally much more so than the games. read the official manga!

  • it’s ok to play on easy, no matter what people say. seriously, easy mode exists for a reason. if zun didn't want to play his games on easy, easy wouldn't exist.

  • there are a lot of things that don’t really seem to make sense in the beginning. touhou can be pretty unconventional, and there are some foreign concepts in gensoukyou. that’s fine. things will make sense to you eventually

  • don’t trust what all the characters say. don’t trust Akyuu, either. everyone has an agenda. there is no character in Touhou who is a reliable narrator. be skeptical, but also remember to have fun questioning the characters words, intentions and motives. 

Moonbin: Before our debut, I never expected us to debut like this. During our trainee days, we did a lot of covers of Big Bang and BTS. We barely practiced soft and cute concepts so when our label told us that we were going to debut with this type of song, we were really surprised. It had a completely different vibe. I remember struggling with making facial expressions.

Rocky: But I think we melted well in with the music because we’re young. You can’t just do this concept with loads of practice. It felt like this was really ‘ours’. There were times when I looked forward to debuting with a fierce concept but I think we fit right in [with the cute concept] as far as time is concerned.

Jinjin: A song where we’re having fun by ourselves. A performance that doesn’t have a set choreography but one where we freely communicate and relate to one another. I want to try a song like Big Bang’s 'We Like to Party’.

idiolatryphilosophy replied to your postyou know, as a general rule, please tag any ~su…

apologies, i’ll take it into consideration next time.

thank you! it’s alright, i don’t think i had that on my “please tag” list or anything, it’s just something i’ve seen too much. especially with the whole “su get your shit together” attitude that they just never apply to any other shows, even if it’s something those shows are worse at. being told i need to “learn” from their opinions also bothers me, lest i be ~uncritical of media~. if you want a bad rant™, i’ve put one under the cut. 

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hello! so I am making because I really wanted to get out there that I have an “indirect” link to Ted Bundy. And it really inspired me to create this blog and share it with you guys. Anyway. The point I’m trying to make is that my grandfather (who is still alive by the way) was Ted Bundy’s death row officer. I KNOW! Amazing right? I’ve recently just found out about this and I was so intrigued to hear it. Here is some of the things he told me:

1. He was the officer to make to make to phone call to Bundy’s mom before he was executed. He advised his mother to not come to his execution considering there were “protesters” if you will and she would’ve been bombarded.

2. Bundy and my grandfather would talk, a lot. About what? I don’t know but they had there conversations and I’m gonna ask him about it next time I see him.

So, if any of you want to message me some questions to my grandfather (anon or not) please, PLEASE, by any means message me and I’ll make sure they get to him.

smoothdogsgirl  asked:

Thanks for doing Nic at nite blurbs :) I'm wondering can I have Jensen and baseball ⚾️ . Thank you.

“Why in the world did I agree to this?” you groaned, following just behind Jensen to an open part of the studio lot.

“Because throwing the first pitch at a major league game is huge,” Jensen replied, tossing the baseball back and forth from one hand to the other a couple times.

He told you where to stand, then jogged off a few yards away. It was better to start close, build the fundamentals, Jensen said, then work on distance.

His confidence in you had to have shrunk when your first pitch nailed him in the eye. Medics and other crew members were immediately surrounding him, taking him off to the first aid tent, leaving you to wallow in sheer embarrassment.

Later on, Jensen stopped at your trailer with a nice shiner, and told you the only way to make it up to him, was to let him take you out for dinner. With a big grin on your face, you agreed.


Request: Hi!! You can leave this ask if you want to, but I saw your description and wanted to leave a request: Spidey is walking down the street and he saves this girl so he follows her around like her guardian angel with lots of fluff at the end, please???

Pairing: Peter Parker + Reader

Warnings: None! Unless you count fluff. Then, fluff!!!!!

Notes: This took forever school makes me so busy I’m so sorry! also this is told from Peter’s POV :-)

I walked around the corner of Fifth Avenue for the third time that night. I was just about to round back to the escape latter of my apartment building, this day really kicked my ass. I stopped three robberies just this morning, was late to Science and English which resulted in me getting detention, and still had to stop a shooter downtown at a bakery. To say I was excited to get back into my bed for the night was an absolute understatement.

I was on the second floor when my Spidey senses went off the chart. I pivoted left and right in search of anything close to me that was happening. I didn’t see anything within distance, so I lifted my arm and flung my web to the streetlight on the right of me and carried myself to the top, continuing until I was on the rooftop of the apartment building.

“Where the hell-?”

“Help, please someone help-!”

The scream abruptly stopped, my anxiety grew more as my eyes darted everywhere. I silently cursed myself for being preoccupied with my thoughts instead of actually looking. I took a deep breath before concentrating on my senses. It took a couple of seconds but I was able to pick up on the heavy breathing and the hushed voices – the most prominent voice was deeper, most likely a man in his late thirties.

I jumped onto three different building tops before settling on one below where a man had a girl pinned against a brick wall. She looked small from here, maybe a couple years younger than me. I almost missed the guy lifting the back of his hand in attempt to slap her, but before he can my web is already springing toward him and gripping his arm. I pull my arm, bringing him with me. Jumping from the roof down to the ground I bring both of my wrists up, pinning him against a garbage bin before turning toward the younger girl. While seeing her I see she is definitely my age.


Her eyes were wide, making them impossibly more beautiful. Just looking at her brings a heat to my cheeks, but before I could look incredibly stupid in front of her I bow my head and mumble a small, “At your service.”

I cringe inwardly at the response I give her, but her small laugh encourages me to grab her hand and pull her toward me. “Where to, Miss?”

“Don’t you have to take care of him first?”

I turn my head back to the man knocked unconscious trapped in my web and laugh lightly. “He’s not going anywhere. I’ll call it in when I get home.” She nodded, looking down and noticing how close we were. Her cheeks flare a little, almost making me melt at the sight of her innocence. “Speaking of home,” at this she looks back up at me, a small smile on her face, “where would I find yours?” She laughed again, tilting her head to the left, the brick wall she was just pinned against a couple of minutes ago.

“Actually, this building is mine. I was almost home free, but, you know… bad luck and all that.” She looked down in embarrassment, the color growing much brighter on her face.

“Hey,” I dropped my voice to a whisper, my hand coming up to her chin, lifting it back toward me, “I know about bad luck. Everyone has bad days. As long as you’re okay.”

“Of course I am!” Her voice came out louder than intended, I’m sure, but her smile returned, almost twice as big as the one she had given me before. “I had my guardian angel, Spidey, with me.” Her right eye dropped to a wink, making me thank whoever was above us for me wearing a mask right now. “Well,” she leaned up to kiss my masked cheek, backing away from my embrace and walking toward the front door of her apartment building, “Thank again, Spider-Man.”

She was already all the way inside the building, too far for her to hear me, when I brought my hand up to my burning cheek, “Anytime, Angel.”

It’s been three weeks since I saved (Y/N). I hadn’t spoken to her since that night but I had seen her name on a piece of mail she had dropped on her way in. A Heavenly sound from a heavenly human. I had been watching her every night on her way home from work to make sure she would get home safe. I tried to convince myself that I was following her to make sure she was safe for the sake of being the superhero I am, but I knew my sorry ass only followed her because I enjoyed listening to her sing her top three favorite songs on her way home, I liked watching her sit on her favorite park bench as she interacted with the countless dogs that came up to her. I loved knowing the kind of books she’d read in the café after work while she ordered the same hot drink with a hint of vanilla.

As I watched her round her corner and was just about to open her door, my feet hit the floor and I cleared my throat, causing her to turn and face me.

“S-Spider-Man?” She looked around us, noticing we were alone. I caught the small smile on her face as she walked closer to me. “What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, I just wanted to see you again.”

“Really?” Her smile grew and so did the color in her face, her gaze leaving mine and focusing on the floor instead.

“Yeah, I, uh, I’ve been watching over you, kind of, for the past three weeks. Crap! I mean, I just was making sure you got home safe. You walk alone at night and there’s crazy people, you know? I mean, God, I sound crazy.” I back away slightly, my face burning with embarrassment and my head shaking. Spider-Man was supposed to be confident, yet somehow around her my Peter was more prominent than ever.

Her laugh caused me to look back up at her. “You’re cute. Thank you for watching over me.”

It was quiet for awhile, us just smiling at each other.

“Well, I should get inside now.”

I panicked slightly before my eyes fell onto the book she was holding and before I could stop myself I found myself asked, “Can I borrow your book?”

“My what?” She turned back around, her eyes as wide as mine.

“Um, I was just wondering. I’ve been wanting to read it and I, uh, was just asking. I’m sorry, never mind.”

“Wait,” her hand rested on my shoulder, causing me to force my arm back to my side and turn toward her again. “Here, but this means I need to see you again. I want my book back.”

Her smile caused me to smile at her again.

“How about we meet at your café? Friday?”

“Are you asking me out, Spidey?”

“Well, I, uh… yes?”

“It’s a date.” She leaned up to kiss my cheek again, handing me the book in the process and then walking into her building after giving me another smile.

I walked into the café on Friday at 7, the time (Y/N) usually was here. I was nervous to go up to her without my Spider-Man suit on, but I wanted her to like Peter, not the mask. After grabbing my order off the counter, I walked up to her table. “(Y/N)?”

She looked up, her eyebrows pulled in as she looked at me in confusion. “Yes?”

“I brought your book back. It was a good read.” I smiled at her, her gaze falling on the book for just a second before standing from her seat and looking at me, her sudden burst causing both of our eyes to widen. She looked around at the other people in the shop before leaning into me. “Spidey?”

I laughed a little before taking a seat across from hers. “Call me Peter.”

She looked awestruck for a moment, just looking at me. Her eyes came up to my face, her soft hands gently caressing me. My cheeks burned a little more, thinking this might have been a mistake. I almost got up before she sat back in her seat, a wide smile on her face.

“Peter,” she whispered, “I like that. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Are You Flirting?

Originally posted by ilvermorny

Requested: Yes, by a lovely lovely anon.

Pairings: Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary: Y/N is just a tiny bit jealous of Leta Lestrange. And by a tiny bit, she is obviously incredibly jealous.

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1,100

A/N: I hope that this was something that you are happy with, especially because your prompt was so incredibly cute! I am pretty happy with how this turned out, and I really missed writing for Newt.

You were having a ball. Not as in you were having a lot of fun. As in Hogwarts was hosting a ball and everyone was expected to attend. A small part of you wished that they would have told you later in the school year, or just not had one at all.

Because telling you on the first day of classes allowed you an awfully long time to be nervous about who you were going with, what you were going to wear, and the fact that your best friend was going to ask Leta Lestrange. He had been in love with her since the first year, and she was constantly taking advantage of him.

But, you weren’t one for confrontation, so you chose to simply avoid her. Strangely enough, even though your interactions with Newt were shorter, they were getting weirder by the day. On Monday, he had found you in the library to ask you a question that he had already answered in Herbology.

The day after that, he asked you if you were aware that Occamies could fly, even though you had helped him with an illustration for his book that he was always working on last month. Either Newt had lost his short term memory in a freak accident with one of his creatures, or Leta Lestrange was making him more forgetful than usual.

When he wasn’t popping by with a random question for you, you always saw him with her. They could have been walking to class together, studying in the library, or down by the pond. It didn’t matter where they were, but it seemed as if he never left her side. And worse, he was always carrying her books, making her laugh at something he said. You hated to admit it, but you had feelings for your best friend.

Feelings that were so strong you were convinced that he had forgotten anyone else existed by the time that winter rolled around. And worse yet- you didn’t have a date for the ball.

Usually, you would have planned to go with your best friend, but you had a sneaking suspicion that he was going to be asking somebody else. Somebody that you couldn’t help but be jealous of every single time that you saw them together. Which was all of the time.

“Y/N?” you looked up to find Newt standing at the side of your study table in the library.

“Hey Newt. Did you need help with your potions essay?” You sighed, putting down your quill and resting your head on your fist.

“No, actually, I was wondering what you are doing later?” he asked, setting his books sown on the table and slumping down into the chair across from you.

“You’re looking at it,” you laughed, gesturing to all of the homework that was spread out in front of you.

“Do you want to have dinner later?” he had opened his books, but he obviously wasn’t reading it. His eyes were wandering all over the room, not looking at his book, and most definitely not looking at you.

“We always have dinner together.” You sighed picking up your quill and scrawling a few more lines on the parchment. “The whole school has a dinner together.”

“Oh I guess that you have a point.” He said absently.

You didn’t have a response, choosing instead to make an affirmative noise while trying to remember what this parchment was supposed to be about in the first place. You usually loved schoolwork, but your professor was ruthless this afternoon.

“Well, you look nice today.” He said after a few moments of silence.

“I look exactly the same.” You needed another half page and it simply wasn’t coming as easily to you as usual.

“That’s because you always look beautiful.” And even though he had grown quieter, and he was barely even paying attention to the conversation anymore, you were the most tuned in that you had been in months.

“What did you just say?” your voice was soft, barely able to comprehend what he said.

“You always look beautiful.” You wouldn’t have believed him, but his eyes were shining with sincerity, like they always did when he was talking about his creatures or his book. Things that he was passionate about. Things that he loved.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Well, it’s about time you noticed.” He smiled at you, unabashedly proud of himself.

“What do you mean, time I noticed?” Was he trying to say that he had been flirting with you for a while? Long enough that you should have noticed?

“Well, I have been trying to find a good way to ask you to the ball since it was announced, but lately, you have been moping around and doing your homework and avoiding me.”

Avoiding you? You’re the one that had been with Leta Lestrange all year and acting really strange all of the time.” Was this really happening? He thought that you were avoiding him?

“I was trying to think of a way to tell you how much I care about you.” You were pretty sure that you had stopped breathing. “Even though I don’t love Leta the way that I love you, she was trying to help me find a way for me to ask you to the Yule Ball-”

“You want to take me to the ball?”

“Of course I want to take you to the ball” he took your hands in his and stroked his thumb on the back of your hands. “I wouldn’t want to take anyone else.”

“Of course I will go with you.” he beamed at you, giving your hands a small squeeze. “But just to be straight, all of those times that you asked me questions about school was you trying to flirt with me?”
And just like that, the blushy Newt was back. He allowed himself a small laugh, staring down at the table. “I guess you could say that.”
“We have known each other for years and the best that you could do was asking me questions that you clearly knew the answers to?”

He didn’t have an answer, simply laughing and grabbing your hand, dragging you out of your chair and down to the Great Hall for dinner.

“Oh no.” you said, stopping dead in your tracks, tugging Newt back when you didn’t let go of his hand.

“What’s wrong?”
“Now I’m going to have to find something to wear.”
Newt simply laughed, placing a kiss on the side of your and reclaiming your hand in his. “I’m sure that you will find something.”

anonymous asked:

(hypertophcardio anon) i just wanted to say thank you. reading over your info i know my boy was in pain; i wasn't told as much but i'm almost 100% certain a saddle thrombus was the situation. i was devastated & distraught at the time & i think the vet likely thought i wouldn't be able to digest a lot of medical info - the extent of what i was told was "his little heart was failing." i wish more had been explained to me at the time, but you've taken a weight off my heart & it means so much

Saddle thrombus absolutely sucks, and the cats are in pain. It’s difficult to strike the right balance between informing a client and information overload. There’s always a rush to get enough information across to allow an owner to make a decision, and usually this condition has come on as a surprise.

I’m glad to have eased your heart, and sorry for your loss.