i want to do it i miss aim

Magic Sentence Starters

“Remember to pay attention to where you’re aiming your wand. You don’t want to accidentally turn someone into a toad.”

“You really have magic? This is so cool!”

“Which do you think I should get as a pet, a dragon or a unicorn?”

“You forgot to add a few phoenix feathers to your potion.”

“I was so upset when I missed the bus this morning, but then I remembered I could teleport so it all turned out alright.”

“Just because you’re a wizard doesn’t mean you can get out of learning math. Math is just as important as the spells are.”

“I thought being a wizard was cool, until I figured out we hadn’t learned how to slow down time yet. What’s the point of having magic if I can’t wait until the last possible second to do my homework?”

“I still don’t understand why we have to keep non wizards from figuring out about magic.”

The final installment of my “A. Hamilton’s letters to John Laurens, an Analysis

Part 1, Part 2, and here is part 3:

After reviewing what I have written, I am ready to ask myself what could have put it into my head to hazard this Jeu de follie [maddness game]. Do I want a wife? No–I have plagues enough without desiring to add to the number that greatest of all; and if I were silly enough to do it, I should take care how I employ a proxy. Did I mean to show my wit? If I did, I am sure I have missed my aim. Did I only intend to [frisk]? In this I have succeeded, but I have done more. I have gratified my feelings, by lengthening out the only kind of intercourse now in my power with my friend. Adieu


A Hamilton[4]

Because this is so short, there is no point separating sentences, but I’ll do it anyways.


After reviewing what I have written, I am ready to ask myself what could have put it into my head to hazard this Jeu de follie [maddness game]. Do I want a wife? No

Here we go…


Hamilton has just described everything that he wants in a lover (which just so happens to be a perfect description of Laurens *cough cough*) just so that Laurens could find him a wife, and now he says, “never mind all that.” Makes you think perhaps he had different intentions than getting a wife, huh? (Maybe he just wanted Laurens to draw him naked, we’ll never know.)

Now, let’s skip to the really interesting part of this very last paragraph:

Did I mean to show my wit? If I did, I am sure I have missed my aim. Did I only intend to [frisk]? In this I have succeeded, but I have done more. I have gratified my feelings, by lengthening out the only kind of intercourse now in my power with my friend. Adieu

“I have gratified my feelings.” He says, meaning: “I have accepted my feelings for you.

“by lengthening out the only kind of intercourse now in my power with my friend.” He says, meaning: “I want to be having sex with you, but all I have is this piece of paper, let me write out my feelings instead.”

He literally….He tells us. He tells us that the only way he can have “intercourse” with John is through their letters….I just …. .….… . . Whatever

Let’s not forget:


A. Hamilton.”

I hate these two and how adorable they were and how they died 200 years ago.


Laney walked in with puffed up cheeks, glaring at no one in particular. ‘That guy is evil personified!’

‘Ah, I see you’ve met Jim!’ Heda exclaimed, walking toward her and giving her a hug, before she turned to her band. ‘Guys, this is Laney and Klein. Laney, Klein, guys.’

‘Hey,’ echoed the band.

‘Fyfe! I want a photo with Fyfe!’ exclaimed Laney, lunging for him. The force of her enthusiasm almost toppled Heda over. Before she could straighten Laney’s camera hit the side of her head and she sighed, exchanging knowing glances with Klein.

‘I missed her,’ she whispered, aiming the camera at the rather uncomfortable looking Fyfe, and the very excited looking Laney. ‘How do you two know each other?’

‘Work,’ he answered with a grin. ‘Not as exciting as your story.’

‘Uh, please. Every story concerning Laney is exciting. I believe it’s her childlike innocence,’ said Heda, putting the camera on the table. It seemed Laney was too preoccupied with her air guitar solo to pose anyway. ‘Last time we spoke she mentioned a boyfriend. Are you the boyfriend?’

He just looked at her, long and silent.

‘Not the boyfriend.’ Heda nodded, turning back to see Laney wave at her. She moved on to Sorcha, which was, at the same time funny and amazing, because Sorcha actually smiled back and talked to her. Apparently even Sorcha couldn’t be scared of Laney.

In the meantime Fyfe appeared next to them, blinking. ‘She is… energetic. She just taught me how to play bass better. I think she is my new manager now. Also, does one of you guys know how to fill in this friendship club card she gave me.’

Heda grinned. ‘Yep. I will lend you mine for inspiration.’

Klein cackled, bumping Heda’s shoulder with his. ‘Look! Sorcha got one too!’

‘Hug time!’ cried Heda and they all burst out laughing.


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eskimojoe151  asked:

Hey abby love your pics i was wondering what YouTuber do you watch to get your makeup tips thanks

Thank you ever so much, lovely to hear you like my little blog :)

My favourite YouTuber is probably Wayne Goss, he’s awesome with make-up and has a great personality to boot. My only problem is he’s tutorials are aimed at cis-women. Now that is great for general ideas but I have found I have to adapt them slightly for my masculine face.

Another great YouTuber who is again some what more aimed to cis-women but is on the trans spectrum themselves is Joseph Harwood. Joseph has some great tutorials on what you should be looking to do to hide masculine features and some fantastic make-up routines. Well worth taking your time to work through his videos.

Finally I just look at a lot of drag routines, Fendi Laken and  Miss Fame stand out for me but there many other greats too. Now you probably don’t want to go full on drag but they are some of best when it comes  to sculpting the face. A lot of make-up routines for women these days originally came from the drag world. 

Drag routines really help to guide you on how to reduce those annoying masculine features, they also do some amazing eye work. All you have to do is tone it down a little so you’re not getting that drag look. A good little tip is you’ve over done the contour or bronzer is just to go over it with a light powder. 

Thanks for the ask and I hope that was of help :)

masterpost of every guest musician to feature in fall out boy’s studio albums (including music videos)

this is a potentially incomplete list of musicians and what they do in regards to most of fall out boy’s discography!! i’ve added the bands that the musicians are most well known for in brackets. this list is mostly for my own reference but if i’ve gotten something wrong, missed something, or you want to know more about something, please message me

Keep reading

things i am planning on writing in the foreseeable future, roughly in order:

  • Eamonn/Roan - memory, for resistanceposterboy, maybe combined with the Eamonn missing scenes I want to write. aiming for 500-2000 words, depending on if i do the missing scenes or not, but will probably grow on me
  • chapter 2 of bare-stript heart. aiming for 2000 words
  • a modern AU serapheenie where they meet at a bar and have a one night stand and then just keep running into each other and being charmed by the other until they decide it’s fate and start dating for the monthly femslash big bang challenge. no idea what word count i’m aiming for but it’s supposed to be >1k
  • West/Tip??? hurt/comfort?? West teaching Tip how to use magic?? idk i just want West stroking her black fingertips over Tip’s face, worshipful and wondering, how could i be so lucky? word count of ??? this is not a developed idea at all

anonymous asked:

When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy. Then, send to the last ten people in your notifications anonymously. You never know who might benefit from spreading positive!

“What makes the stitched creature happy. Well my Ziabear for one. He’s the only honest and most caring lover I ever had. So if you sneaky shadows try taking his heart. I’ll kill you. New torture toys, can’t go causing others harm with broken tools. That simply will not do. Spending time with Nissa because she is my best friend. How many is that.. Three? Yes okay. Then there is creating pain on others. After all many wanted me to be a monster so I aim to live to those expectations. Finally miss Wolf lady, she took me into her ranks when I had nothing. I am happy to finally figure out why my sister loves her so much and I think she secretly likes me.. But shhhh…”

mentions: @ziasilverstar , @vynnisa , @wolf-queen , @forgottenvixen

Raven Branwen and Battle of Beacon

I will start this off with the message sent to Yang.  To not expect the kindess again in reference to the train.  That was a bluff.  Something to perhaps try and get Yang to not get the idea that putting her life at risk is the way to catch her.

But…  Think about the scene where she gets her arm cut off.  Adam missed his real target.  He wanted to kill Yang, not cut off her arm.  He was aiming for her head.  

But Raven was there.  If it’s true that she sees Death and was there to prevent it or was simply following Yang around while she was fighting Grimm, that I don’t know.

You will be able to look up Ruby’s trailer, and at points there were shadow like bird creatures.  You can watch her trailer at .25 speed or do a google search.

Screenshot: here

Video slow down where you can see the bird in the pic I am about to show you! (Ruby’s Trailer)

and the bird here

Prompted by lucy-5968  Thanks!!  

Wait a minute, are you jealous?

“Alright, the only thing you’re doing wrong is you’re holding the arrow between your fingers.” Alec leaned over the younger man and adjusted his fingers so that the arrow rested on top of them instead of between.  “Not only is that going to throw your aim, but some arrows are sharp on the end so you could slice your finger.  I’ve done it myself.”

“My brother was apparently a very poor teacher.” The young man, Nathan, shifted so that he was pressed against Alec and their faces were inches apart.  “You’re much better, believe me.”

“I’ve just been doing this awhile,” Alec stumbled over his words as a light blush lit his cheeks.  “OKay, see that target up there you kept missing?  Watch this.”  Alec focused on where he wanted the arrow to land and shaped the other man’s arms where they needed to be.  With a soft whoosh the arrow was set free and hit the target squarely where it was supposed to.  Nathan looked delighted as he turned in Alec’s arms to beam at him.

“That was amazing!  I’ve been working on that for weeks!  You think I might make a decent archer?” Nathan gripped Alec’s upper arms in excitement as he bounced slightly on his toes.  

“I don’t see why not,” Alec nodded as he returned Nathan’s wide, dazzling smile.  “You have the skill, and all you need now is training.  It’s just the finer points you need to work on.”

“Thank you Professor Lightwood,” Nathan smiled as he grabbed his bag from next to them leaning against the wall.  He straightened to meet Alec’s eyes.  Alec swallowed hard and looked quickly away.  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodbye Nathan, good work today.”  Alec looked up to see Nathan still trying to catch his gaze as he slipped out of sight.  He felt unsettled and he wasn’t sure what on earth had just happened.  He moved to gather the arrows up from the target area while puzzling over why he felt so strange.  He felt a pair of arms come around him suddenly and turned with a yelp to see it was only his boyfriend.

“By the Angel, would it kill you to make some kind of sound to let me know you’re there?”  Alec leaned up to kiss Magnus quickly but frowned when he was met with smooth skin instead of the soft lips he wanted.

“I was here twenty minutes ago, but I was waiting for you to be finished.” Magnus’s tone was mild, but there was a look in his eye Alec didn’t like.  If he were to guess he might say Magnus was angry with him, but he had no idea why.  

“You could have said something.  Nathan just wanted a few pointers.  He really likes archery and no one ever showed him the finer points of things.”  Alec frowned and toyed with the buttons on the taller man’s shirt.  

“Nathan wanted instruction all right,” Magnus muttered with an eye roll.  “Are you done now?”

“Y-yeah,” Alec was thrown for a loop by Magnus snapping at him.  He gathered his things quietly and pulled on his customary sweater that covered every inch of him.  He came to stand in front of Magnus, still unsure of where he stood.  “We can go.”

“Good,” Magnus led the way out of the room and they didn’t speak until they were out into the streets of Idris.  Alec fought the tight feeling in his chest, and knew that whatever this was was likely an easy fix.

“I’m sorry I stayed late.” Alec said hesitantly.  He could only guess that was why Magnus seemed irritated with him.  “I should have at least sent you a message.  I will next time.  There was a lot of questions after class and I got distracted.”

“Let me guess,” Magnus’s tone was sarcastic  as he gestured with one hand.  “All of the questions were from young men that were more gorgeous than the next.  All of them just coincidentally wanted your undivided attention as they rubbed against you.” His tone had turned bitter and biting which made Alec nearly flinch.  He was following a step behind his boyfriend and it took a few minutes until the words really sank in.

“Hang on, gorgeous? Rubbing against me?”  Alec stopped and folded his arms.  “What the hell are you on about Magnus?”

“I’m not blind, Alexander.” Magus snapped as he kept walking, oblivious to the fact Alec wasn’t following.  

“Stop talking to me like that.  You don’t need to snap.” Alec couldn’t help the hurt tone that entered his voice.  “Tell me what’s going on and what I did wrong.  I’m not going home with you like this.”

“Oh,” Magnus finally stopped when Alec’s voice grew soft and hurt instead of the usual lilt it normally carried.  “You have no idea why I’m upset.”

“Not really,” Alec shook his head.  They were both quiet as the Nephilim studied Magnus intently.  A dawning comprehension filled his eyes before he doubled over laughing.  Magnus huffed and folded his arms.  

“Are you catching on?” Magnus sighed when Alec only continued to laugh.  

“Wait a minute, are you seriously jealous?  Of my students?” Alec was grinning as he stepped to wrap his arms around Magnus.  

“They flirt with you, and you are blind.”  Magnus told him just before Alec hooked a finger under his chin and brought him into a kiss.  Alec kept it chaste and short.

“You need to remember that I only sometimes realize when you’re flirting with me, let alone anyone else.  I don’t pay attention to that.” Alec slapped him in the chest as he tugged Magnus along on their way home.  “That’s for making me think you were angry with me.”

“I’m sorry,” Magnus leaned down to kiss his hair.  “Let’s go home.”

And in case any of you are wondering, “But how do we really know that Hamilton was joking about having Laurens find him a wife?”  I present to you the closing paragraph of Hamilton’s April 1779 letter to Laurens:

After reviewing what I have written, I am ready to ask myself what could have put it into my head to hazard this Jeu de follie. Do I want a wife? No—I have plagues enough without desiring to add to the number that greatest of all; and if I were silly enough to do it, I should take care how I employ a proxy. Did I mean to show my wit? If I did, I am sure I have missed my aim. Did I only intend to frisk? In this I have succeeded, but I have done more. I have gratified my feelings, by lengthening out the only kind of intercourse now in my power with my friend. Adieu


“I like that you introduced me to Mark as your girlfriend,” I murmur.

“Isn’t that what you are?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Am I? I thought you wanted a submissive.”

“So did I, Anastasia, and I do. But I’ve told you, I w a n t  m o r e, t o o.”

Oh my. He’s coming round, and hope surges through me, leaving me breathless.

“I’m very happy that you want more,” I whisper.

“We aim to please, Miss Steele.” 

The Patriot Starters
  • I have long feared...that my sins would return to visit me. And the cost is more than I can bear.
  • Why should I trade one tyrant three thousand miles away for three thousand tyrants one mile away?
  • Aim small, miss small.
  • Would you like a lesson in the rules of war? Or perhaps your children would?
  • You know, it's an ugly business doing one's duty... but just occasionally it's a real pleasure
  • You're the ghost, are you?
  • I remember you, on that farm with that stupid little boy!
  • Did he die? Hm?
  • I'll say anything!
  • I'll say anything you want, tell me what you want me to say and I'll say it
  • A shepherd must tend his flock. And at times... fight off the wolves.
  • I'm not a child!
  • They refuse to give me their names
  • You know this is not the conduct of a gentleman.
  • Before this war is over, I'm going to kill you.
  • I've come to call on ___
  • Don't worry dear, I stitched the bag better than my mother did.
  • I wish to know his whereabouts.
  • So, anyone who comes forward may be forgiven their treason
  • But you said... we'd be forgiven!
  • I'll help you bury him.
  • I'll bury him.
  • Why do men feel they can justify death?
  • I have long feared, that my sins would return to visit me. And the cost is more then I can bear.
  • If we win this next battle victory in the war is within our grasp
  • I have run my course.
  • Kill me before the war is over, will you?
  • It appears, you are not the better man.
  • What would you do if they destroyed your home, threatened your family?
  • Where would you draw the line?
  • Some things are worth fighting for.
5 seconds...

I’ve been trying to stay away from most of the spec, especially that cultivated by MG because I just don’t want to deal with the drama. But I remembered there was this infamous ‘5 seconds’ that had to do with Olicity in 3x18. And now that we have a lot more answers and we’ve seen the cliffie I had this thought. 

Maseo is clearly aiming at Felicity through the window. Ra’s warned Oliver that the city would turn against him and that he loves a woman he can’t have. Ra’s is already put his plan into action to force Oliver’s hand. The capper on that would be eliminating Felicity. 

However, Maseo doesn’t miss. He’s a master archer. He can make the shot. 

Maseo misses. 

Why does Maseo miss?

Here’s where my idea for the five seconds comes in. 

What if something happened in Hong Kong with Akio where five seconds was significant. I have a really bad feeling that poor kid is not long for the flashback world. That has to be what drove Maseo and Tatsu apart. But maybe before that something happened where five seconds was important. 

And even though Maseo is obviously still with the LOA right now, he is also a man driven by honor. If he felt indebted to Oliver for those five seconds what if he ‘gives’ them to Felicity. He holds his arrow for five seconds. After that he’ll let it go and whatever happens is given to the universe. But he repaid Oliver those five seconds for the woman he loves. 

I’m guessing Ray takes the arrow for her and thats how he gets hurt. 

But Maseo doesn’t miss. I think something other than Ray keeps her from getting hit. 

And honestly I don’t know what else ‘five seconds’ could mean. 

Dammit, Trollenheim! 

Target Market

I realize I’m not the target market for a great many things. RomComs, tampon commercials, the GOP debates, the “mayonnaise of the month” club*, and now Tumblr. 

I now find myself being turned off by changes that the newer generation of internet users wants.  It seems people just can’t get enough messengers or that real time feedback.  Me? I just miss my combination of LiveJournal, ICQ, and AIM/YIM.  Bespoke platforms for discreet operations. 

Tumblr, for a while, was all of these things to me. 

Now we’re treading on facebook territory where reblog and chat seem the focus. 

I enjoy so much of the content you all produce, very few people I follow are just reblogs - I don’t really care about the “meta” of the internet so much as I do the people…. 

….but not enough to hold chats with you all. 

I don’t have the time or energy. I enjoyed logging on and having a few replies and maybe a fanmail.  I find myself being much less social because I am not comfortable reblogging a post just to add a relevant but ultimately disposable comment. 

So here we are. My dash becomes more and more reblog, less and less social, and while none of this is fatalistic it is change to a different target market. 

They are growing their brand as they see fit and there isn’t a better alternative out there that I can find. 

So, here we are. 

I hope you guys are coping with this better than I am because I legitimately feel like I’m going to miss out on the content that I enjoy and I’m kind of throwing a temper tantrum on the inside. 

I’d love to sit down with the UI team, the content team, and the devs that handle bugs and features to really understand some of these decisions and to offer some suggestions just based on someone in my target market. 

  • No reblog option - if you want to post a photo or text and don’t want it reblogged there should be an option to do so. 
  • Revised and real privacy settings - not just on the dash but data retention and user removal policy. 
  • Replies would be back 
  • Real messaging system for asks/fanmail. 
  • Content filtration - much like a “safe search” that can be applied for people that don’t want to see certain content. 
  • TOS update with harassment policy built in to make it easier to rid the site of abusive trolls. 

It’s little features to me but having some understanding in what it takes to run a customer facing service that hosts real time content I know this could be hundreds of people hours of development, QA, test, and beta. 

…or they could have written the features as modules and it could be as easy as me eating a Krispy Kreme doughnut. 

Seems to me like these guys could DevOps the shit out of this and do good things but they also may be like every other development shop working under bullshit waterfall project methodology, impossible deadlines with the inability to say “no” to crazy ass project managers, and a management structure that thinks buying a few pizzas for the department is an ok substitute for working normal fucking hours.