i was gonna make more of these and do quotes or something but i didn't

Hospital Starters
  • [ Requested by Anon about a week ago. Warnings for blood, suicidal thoughts, and medical stuff. Thanks! : ]
  • "Hey, you're awake!"
  • "Where am I?"
  • "You hit your head. There was so much blood that I got scared."
  • "Don't try to get up. You're safe here."
  • "I hate this place..."
  • "How could you do this to yourself?"
  • "The world didn't give me a choice, and now, I'm suffering even more!"
  • "You really came..."
  • "I told you I would be here when you woke up."
  • "How many tests did they do on you?"
  • "If I wasn't drugged up, I could tell you the names of every test they do in this place."
  • "When are they going to let you leave?"
  • "They said that I'll be here for a few days. Maybe a week."
  • "What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you."
  • "That's what happens when you're dying."
  • "It's probably time to change those bandages..."
  • "You aren't in pain, are you?"
  • "You were in an accident. You almost didn't make it."
  • "That would explain why I feel terrible."
  • "I thought you were dead..."
  • "I'm not dead, am I?"
  • "I didn't know it was this bad..."
  • "I may not live much longer..."
  • "I'm dying..."
  • "You can't die! There has to be something they can do!"
  • "I'm too far gone for any surgery to fix me."
  • "I want you to know that I'll miss you most."
  • "Don't say that! I don't like it when you talk like this..."
  • "I just want it to happen so I don't have to think about it all the time."
  • "I wanted to say goodbye to you one more time."
  • "If you don't get some sleep, I'm going to hit this button and tell a nurse you're bothering me."
  • "Don't abuse that call button!"
  • "You know that button only works every five seconds, right?"
  • "Maybe if I push it hard enough, more will come out."
  • "I get to come home today."
  • "Did you fill out the release forms yet?"
  • "They hooked me up with a bunch of prescriptions. I'm gonna be high as a kite."
the signs as Rick and Morty quotes
  • Aries: I've got about a thousand memories of your dumb little ass and about six of them are pleasant, the rest is annoying garbage!
  • Taurus: Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack, all your shit, so it's together. And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, you know? Take it to the Shit Store and sell it, or put it in a Shit Museum, I don't care what you do, you just gotta get it together. Get your shit together.
  • Gemini: Listen, I'm not the nicest guy in the universe because I'm the smartest, and being nice is something stupid people do to hedge their bets.
  • Cancer: Aw, man. I really liked this life. Well, at least I didn't really crap my pants.
  • Leo: Whatever you're asking, the answer is I'm amazing.
  • Virgo: What, so everyone's supposed to sleep every single night now? You realize that nighttime makes up half of all time?
  • Libra: Yeah sure, I mean, if you spend all day shuffling words around, you can make anything sound bad.
  • Scorpio: I thought the whole point of having a dog was to feel superior. If I were you I wouldn't pull that thread.
  • Sagittarius: You gotta flip 'em off, I told them it means "peace among worlds", how hilarious is that!
  • Capricorn: Don't waste your brain on those weirdos... They just put you at the center of their lives because you're powerful, and then because they put you there, they want you to be less powerful.
  • Aquarius: Okay, well...sometimes science is more art than science. Lot of people don't get that.
  • Pisces: Nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, everybody's gonna die. Come watch TV?

anonymous asked:

this might be weird to ask n i hope it makes sense but........ how does each member of bts speak? like when their speaking do they speak intelligently, are they well spoken or like do they use alot of slang or anything? does that make sense i hope it does asdfgh

edit: this should be added sooner but DO NOT REPOST THIS & TRANSLATE INTO ANY LANGUAGE. i’m not a native speaker, this is purely personal observation. don’t consider these as facts.

🍫 namjoon:
• he chooses words very carefully and wisely, wide range of vocabulary
• if you see something that looks like it’s quoted from a poem or a novel, it’s namjoon’s
• uses calm tone when speaking in normal circumstances, but tends to raise and distort his voice when under adrenaline rush (eg. bts gayo track 3, acting mission with yoongi)

🍗 seokjin:
• varying talking speed, he can either talk really slowly or talk so fast that even 0.5x speed can’t help decipher what he’s saying
• focuses on emotions rather than words, so middle-ranged vocabulary?
• come across some lame puns? it’s seokjin’s
• but tbh i love seokjin’s puns even though sometimes it’s really lame that i have to consider turning off the video
• imo, 2nd best english pronunciation in bts, after namjoon
• also i love how seokjin pronounce the ㅅ and ㅂ syllables
• speaks like a middle-aged man…

🐕 yoongi:
• imagine namjoon but with less philosophical elements and more emotional explosion
• not the easiest to understand due to his low and raspy voice
• talks fast, so occasionally his words seem to stuck together and it’s nearly impossible to understand what he’s saying
• usually stretches the ㅔ in 네, like instead of a short 네, he would make it sound like 네에에에에↘
• might not be related but i still find the way yoongi said ‘boy meets what’ in ‘wings’ preview show really cute. it didn’t sound like ‘what’, but rather ‘waaaaaaaat’

🌻 hoseok:
• uses 되게 (really) and 뭔가 (somewhat) A LOT
• likes to insert 네 in mid sentence
• how should i describe his tone? it varies 100% of times
• has a distinctive way of pronouncing ‘fun’
• in short, the opposite polar of yoongi

🍑 taehyung:
• doesn’t finish his sentences, and often stares into the air after stopping midway
• uses adverbs like 약간, 조금, 진짜 separately and repeatedly, has the habit of saying adverbs first, then continue with his sentences and repeat those adverbs again
• splits one straight sentence into short phrases
- proper sentence: i was gonna meet armys right after i took a shower.
- taehyung: i, now, took a shower and ddak, gonna meet armys, ddak, like this.
• uses ‘like this’ and demonstrates with actions instead of describing the actions with words
• tends to use slangs, but not a lot as far as i can remember?
• not related to talking but taehyung often makes strange noises out of the blue, eg. he imitated a pigeon and made that ‘pokato’ (?) sound when namjoon said ‘pigeon’ and ‘pikachu’ in ‘wings’ preview show
• forgot this but taehyung’s english pronunciation is so on point

🍙 jimin:
• soft and sweet tone, is sweetly sassy
• always talks to armys as if he’s with his friends
• when doing a v app broadcast alone, he talks informally like how friends talk to each other, but when sending messages or some other ‘official’ occasions, jimin talks formally
• personal preference but i find jimin’s accidental satoori very cute… remember how he said 너 왜 이렇게 떠노 and took taehyung’s hands ;-;

🐰 jungkook:
• jungkook is like 30% satoori and 70% seoul dialect to me, so it sounds new when he speaks entirely in seoul dialect (jin’s puma cf)
• raises voice at certain random words like 인형 (‘the show’ interview), 악어(bon voyage ep 7), 인증샷 (chuseok v app), etc. they sound like 인~↗형~↗, 악~↗어~, 인~↗증~↗샷↗
• speaks formally
• says ‘mom!’ habitually
• tbh i don’t really pay attention to how jungkook speaks because most of the times i’m distracted by his bunny smile

anonymous asked:

Disney quote: tangled; did I ever tell you I have a thing for brunettes?

This situation can not possibly be worse, Draco thinks, as he ducks down behind a brick wall trying to catch his breath.

Harry is crouched down beside him, his eyes squeezed tight with a grimace. His breathing is short and pained. It makes Draco feel both terrified and desperate.

Draco has lost count of how many other wizards there are out there; it’d been a complete ambush and neither he nor Potter had seen the rogue spell coming. Potter had dropped with a scream and it had taken every ounce of training he had endured for Draco to even manage to get both he and Potter into this semblance of safety. If you could call hiding behind a dirty brick wall while dozens of hexes were being throw their way safety.

“Potter….Potter!” Draco hisses, his stomach in knots.

“Did I ever tell you I have a thing for brunettes?” Harry mumbles, and his voice sounds tight.

“Potter what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Blondes. I meant blondes.”

Draco has a million things he wants to say on the tip of his tongue but there are so many spells flying their direction he can barely think straight. All he knows is that he has to get them out of here before Potter looses too much blood.

“You’re pretty,” Potter says, and Draco’s hands begin to shake when he realizes the other man is coughing up blood.

“Just focus on not dying Potter, and I’ll think of something.” Although what he has no idea.

“Draco, if I don’t make it-”

Draco shoots off three spells without even blinking before dropping down within an inch of Potter’s face. Potter blinks too many times, as if he can’t focus on Draco’s face, as if it requires too much effort.

“You are not dying do you hear me. I will not allow it.”

“You won’t?” He croaks, trying so hard to smile.

“Absolutely not. It’s unthinkable. Now close your mouth you look ridiculous, well more so than usual.”

“Ok,” he whispers, closing his eyes.

Draco knows there isn’t much time left so he does the only thing he can think of and blasts an illegal hole in the wards before grabbing on to Potter and apparting him straight to St. Mungos.

Fake Chats #130
  • Jungkook: hung, would you miss me if I died?
  • Jimin: what kind of ridiculous question is that? Of course I would! I miss you when we're apart for more than a day!
  • Jungkook: okay, okay, I didn't think you'd be happy.
  • Jimin: I don't even want to think about it.
  • Jungkook: I'm sorry, I won't say something like that again.
  • Jimin: you better not.
  • Jungkook: can I make it up to you?
  • Jimin: buy me food.
  • Jungkook: we're too busy for that.
  • Jimin: give me that ring of yours that I like.
  • Jungkook: you said you liked it on me!
  • Jimin: lemme sleep on you, you're comfy.
  • Jungkook: okay, that I can do.
  • Later, Jungkook: I thought you weren't gonna post that video.
  • Jimin: why wouldn't I?
  • Jungkook: you're all fluffy and cuddly.
  • Jimin: and?
  • Jungkook: and I'm like this giant kid.
  • Jimin: I fail to see your point. I'm just showing us as we are.
  • Jungkook: I guess. But warn me next time so I don't look like a human bunny.
Guilt weighed him down *Stefan Salvatore*

One of my absolute favorite characters of all time Stefan who went through actual development and taught me some very important lessons.

Throughout his whole life Stefan has done much harm to people, he was a ripper and a vampire which meant he had to feed off people in order to survive. Personally, I believe in what Emily said here:

His vampirism would be a curse to his pure and good soul. Before turning he wanted the exact opposite of killing people and that was curing them:

He didn’t want to be alone and so he made a choice to also help his brother turn. That didn’t turn out so well. I can’t help it but feel like the reason why Stefan was “all about free will” later on in his life it’s because he didn’t give a choice to his brother and that led him to an eternity of misery for the both of them. 

His friend Lexi however, helped him a lot by finding a possible “way” for him to feel better and live his life. Animal blood wasn’t only a way to feed but a psychological escape to his comfort zone (or food?). It’s like choosing to be vegan or a vegetarian (tho this could be a possible insult bc he gets the blood from animals but you get the point). Choosing to starve himself was a way for him to keep living without the overwhelming guilt and emotions, he chose to rather drive himself to starvation and excruciating hunger rather than spend any more time hurting others:

Is true he gave in to the dark side as a ripper three times in the whole franchise but we have to look past that and understand why. The first time he was compelled by Klaus because he didn’t want to feed on Elena, the second time it happened because Caroline threatened to kill his niece, and the final time it happened to save the twins. People always seem to forget that Stefan went to war (1940) only so he could do something for the greater good. Knowing what vampirism had done to him, Stefan did his best to comfort Vicki and Caroline through their transition and bloodlust. Emphasizing on his ability to put others first, Stefan didn't only care about his loved one but also the people that were important to them, such as going in the tomb to get Jeremy out even tho he wouldn’t be able to get out after that, and wanting to switch places with Jenna when Klaus decided to sacrifice her.

 He wanted the humans (and vampires) around him to be safe. I believe that Stefan is brave to a Gryffindor level, he’s daring since the very moment the first episode started when he said: “I have to know her”. I think that being brave is going into the unknown without looking back, that doesn’t mean you’re fearless though because it’s not about not having fears but being good at hiding them. Countless of times Stefan went to save his brother without knowing he’d turn back or not:

Once Stefan quite literally got his heart ripped out to save Caroline, he went to hell and back to save his brother and he was determined to make sure everyone came back as he told Elena. 

Being physically in pain is one thing but he had to deal with a lot of emotional baggage. Often times characters judge him by saying that he’s the hero and should be constantly doing hero stuff:

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The 100 ways to say 'I love you' OTH edition
  • 1. "Always and forever."
  • 2. "I wanted you to fight for me."
  • 3. "Don't say I never gave you anything."
  • 4. "Hey, pretty girl."
  • 5. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
  • 6. "This is how I spent my summer, wanting you."
  • 7. "You are not allowed to quote from my letters."
  • 8. "You are not an idiot, not even close."
  • 9. "I needed to hear your voice."
  • 10. "Didn't you miss me while you were away?"
  • 11. "This is gonna work, right?"
  • 12. "When are we gonna get to that kissing part?"
  • 13. "I am the guy for you, ____."
  • 14. "You told me to fight for you and I did."
  • 15. "Please stay."
  • 16. "It means a lot to me to know you are here."
  • 17. "Why won't you ever just let me all the way in?"
  • 18. "I’ve given exactly two of these embarrassing speeches in my entire life, and they’ve both been with you."
  • 19. "I miss this, you know? Talking to you."
  • 20. "I need you to need me back."
  • 21. "Can I help you?"
  • 22. "I’m here for you forever."
  • 23. "You always make everything better for me."
  • 24. "Hoes over bros?"
  • 25. "You have me no matter what."
  • 26. "I wish you would've told me."
  • 27. "We made it, didn’t we?"
  • 28. “You think I need to see you with my eyes to know what’s going on with you.”
  • 29. "You're always saving me."
  • 30. "I can't live without you."
  • 31. "When all my dreams come true, the one I want next to me... It's you."
  • 32. "Nothing will happen to you, I promise."
  • 33. "It’s always gonna be there, isn’t it? Me and you?"
  • 34. "I sort of like you, you know that?"
  • 35. "I want all the same things you want."
  • 36. "I don't hate you."
  • 37. "Your art matters. It’s what got me here."
  • 38. "Or I can stay if you want."
  • 39. "I wanna have everything with you."
  • 40. "It didn’t mean anything."
  • 41. "It won't happen again."
  • 42. "That girl has been nearly impossible to find but worth every second of the wait."
  • 43. "Maybe I can wish something for you."
  • 44. "You look skinny as ever."
  • 45. "You deserve this."
  • 46. "You’ve taught me to trust."
  • 47. "You see the world in a way that no one else does."
  • 48. "You appreciate everything."
  • 49. "There’s no one in the world like you."
  • 50. "I like it when you get me."
  • 51. "I’m happy to be gotten."
  • 52. "You make sad look beautiful."
  • 53. "I realized how empty my world was without you in it."
  • 54. "Hey, gorgeous."
  • 55. "You don't know me well enough to judge me."
  • 56. "Actually, I feel like I do know you."
  • 57. "We’re us, _____."
  • 58. "You’re sexy when you play football."
  • 59. "You look even more beautiful than in my dreams."
  • 60. "You should know I plan on making every one of your dreams come true."
  • 61. "I could have held you in my arms forever and it still wouldn’t have been long enough."
  • 62. "I need you to get past this."
  • 63. "You are too amazing to carry this around."
  • 64. "Every song ends, is that any reason not to enjoy the music?"
  • 65. "Everything was so much simpler when it was just you and me."
  • 66. "I gotta be honest with you, I could never officially give you away."
  • 67. "Because my world is better with you in it."
  • 68. "I will always be there for you."
  • 69. "I will always protect you."
  • 70. "Can I stay with you tonight?"
  • 71. "I just don’t want to do anything to drive you away."
  • 72. "I don’t want to be that guy anymore."
  • 73. "I wanna be somebody that’s good enough to be seen with you."
  • 74. "We made it."
  • 75. "Thank you for believing in me."
  • 76. "I am not going anywhere."
  • 77. "I don’t ever want to lose you."
  • 78. "Till kingdom come."
  • 79. "But everything is better with you."
  • 80. "I miss you in forever ways."
  • 81. "I like you, more than you know."
  • 82. "You are the devil, aren't you?"
  • 83. "I do like waking up to you."
  • 84. "It's unbelievable how much I hate you."
  • 85. "They are great. So are you."
  • 86. "I promise you I’ll still feel the same way about you that I do right now."
  • 87. "I’m voting for her because of her heart and her spirit."
  • 88. "Do you know how terrible it is to be disconnected from your best friend?"
  • 89. "I could’ve loved the girl in this picture."
  • 90. "I'm gonna miss you most of all."
  • 91. "How can you not see that?"
  • 92. "I remember looking in that mirror and telling you how special you are."
  • 93. "Girls just want somebody to want them back."
  • 94. "What's underneath all the clothes?"
  • 95. "I wanted to come see you because I knew something was wrong."
  • 96. "Forgiveness is love, you know?"
  • 97. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."
  • 98. "It's absolutely your business."
  • 99. "My home is your home now."
  • And...
  • 100. "I love you, you know that?"

anonymous asked:

didn't bob pretty much say "he doesn't know if bellarke will go down the romance path" so doesn't that mean bad news for the bellarke fans? why is everyone so happy about what bob said? i don't understand?

Lemme bring up actual quotes before people start twisting things…

“It means something more to both of them at the moment and I don’t know whether it’s going to go down that romantic avenue, but I feel like now that they have this understanding that they really need eachother to become the best person that they can be, which is really special.” -Bob

Keep in mind there’s like 4 episodes left of this season and they kinda have big shit to worry about. This is also The 100, they’re not gonna walk into the sunset together at the end of the season, but that doesn’t mean they don’t love eachother and that’s it’s not headed that way for season 5. Bob is also like … the ONE actor who never spoils anything. He knows what he can and can’t talk about when he goes to cons. The easy way out of literally any question is “I don’t know! Guess we’ll see!” 

I think people are focusing on the wrong points. I’d pay more attention to what he said about them “transcending romance” 

I think some people need to look up the word transcend so lemme do it for yall

To transcend something means to “surpass”, “exceed”, “outdo”, “upstage”…

Kinda like if someone said … “I visited New York and reality far transcended my expectations!”


People are also unfortunately taking the word “transcended” out of context which makes it sound like it means something completely different. Again….actual quote…

“I love their relationship because it, in a way, I feel like it’s transcended romance or anything like that. It means something more to both of them at the moment” -Bob 




It’s hot out, which Harry should’ve expected, but it was still a welcoming change from drizzly London, the sun warming his skin. He stepped out the plane, nearly tripping down the stairs with his long boots skimming the ground, ready to exchange for flip-flops, or, even better, no shoes at all. The rest of his band were standing near the rental cars, talking and laughing while slowly stripping from the heavy layers, layers needed in cold England, but no longer needed in sunny tropics.

“It’s hot as fuck,” his love’s airy voice came from the top of the staircase, and he turned to see his boy squinting at the sun, already changed into cargo shorts and a tank top, sunglasses tucked into his collar, his golden skin seeming to come to life, “And bright too. Can someone turn down the sun?” He complained, gracefully coming down the stairs to latch himself against Harry’s side.

“Lou, you have sunglasses on you right now,” Harry teased, rolling his eyes as he took the glasses and slowly slipped them on Louis’ face, kissing his crinkled nose, “That better?”

Louis nodded, smiling with his head tilted up, “Much,” and brings their lips together softly, a bare trace of kisses to come.

“You all done?” Mitch called to them, breaking their bubble as they look over and see the full band watching them with fond eyes and silly grins, “Some of us want to actually get to the bungalow,”

Louis looked back to Harry, leaning up to wrap his arms around the taller boys neck and pull him into a quick kiss, a mere peck, “Ready, love?”

Harry returned the embrace, arms wrapped around his waist, and pressed their foreheads together, “With you by my side? Always.”


“Did you really make a proper English fry-up when we’re over 4,000 miles from London, and in the middle of a Caribbean paradise?” Louis asked, slowly pulling himself up from where he was spread eagle over their bed, the silk sheets pooling around his waist.

Harry sat down on the bed, across from Louis so they could make faces at each other while eating, and set the tray between them, “The past few days all we’ve had for breakfast is fruit, with the occasional bagel. Thought you could use something greasy,” Harry reasoned.

“Greasier than me, you mean?” Louis replied, taking a huge bite of his eggs, eyes nearly rolling back in his head, “Fuck, forgot how good this is. You fed the rest of the band, right?” He asked, always one to care about others.

“You’re not greasy, love. Just glowing,” Harry shot back, giggling at the pale pink coloring the other man’s cheeks, dodging the piece of bacon lobbed at him, “And yes, I fed the others, can’t have my band starve,” he grinned, and Louis laughed in response, his eyes crinkling up at the corners, a trait Harry was so helplessly in love with.

The two sat in relative silence, eating their breakfast and occasionally sticking their tongues out at each other, sharing giggles while the rest of the band move around the house, the sounds of showers being turned on and off, shouts and laughter. Louis finished his food, and pushed back against the headboard watching Harry slowly eat the rest of his eggs, “What are our plans for the day?” He asked, losing patience after ten seconds of watching him eat.

Harry smiled, and pushed away his plate, standing up to stretch, “Well, I know everyone wants to go swimming, so definitely that first,” he tapped his bottom lip, before breaking into a mischievous smirk, Louis getting a flashback of the 16 year old boy he fell in love with, “Sex On the Beach?” He propositioned with a wink, making Louis laugh.

“The act or the drink?” Louis waggled his eyebrows, both of them bursting into loud laughter when there was an unmistakable retching sound from behind their bedroom door.

“Quit being nosy, Sarah!” Harry yelled, banging on the door, tears in his eyes, smile so bright Louis’ heart felt like it was being clenched, “C’mon, Lou, let’s get dressed,” Harry pulled the smaller man out of bed, Louis feeling no insecurity being naked in front of his lover, twirling him around until they were at their joint dresser, and rifling through the top drawer, “Blue or green?” He asked, holding up two different colored trunks, but with the same striped pattern.

Louis crossed his arms, and gave Harry a look, one he was famous for, a tilt to his hip and one eyebrow raised, “What do you think?” He responded, smiling brightly when he’s handed the green pair, quickly sliding them on and wiggling to fit, laughing as Harry does the same, his long Bambi legs being as difficult as usual.

“Race to the beach?” Harry propositioned, stretching out his legs, and Louis nodded, “Alright, we’ll start at the back door, when I say go, no cheating,” he wagged his finger, and Louis rolled his eyes, but agreed to his terms. As soon as their bedroom door was opened, he shot off like a rocket, laughing at the pounding footsteps of Harry chasing after him.

A few hours passed, and Louis had sand everywhere, his skin was warm and a tad pink looking, a signal for more sunscreen, and his hair was full of salt, but fluffy. He was leaned back, pressed into Harry’s arms, sitting between his legs, as they watched the water, “I’d say today was productive,” Harry said, breaking the silence. Louis tilted his head back to look up at Harry’s face.

“We didn't​ write anything, nor record anything, we just sat on the beach,” Louis pointed out, wondering what Harry meant by “productive”.

“Yeah, but,” he leaned down and kisses Louis’ forehead, “I spent it all with you.” The smaller man cuddled back between his lover’s legs, and closed his eyes, feeling the steady rise and fall of the broad chest beneath him, hearing Harry start to hum something familiar sounding, after a few seconds of this, Louis spoke up.

“Are you really humming If I Could Fly at me?” He asked, without opening his eyes, a small smile forming on his face as Harry’s chest starts to shake with laughter.

“Something like that,” he answered, hooking his chin on Louis’ shoulder, “I’m home to you, aren’t I?” Louis giggled sleepily, his voice already starting to sound warmer and gravelly, “I’m gonna miss you,” Harry confessed quietly, tracing slow lazy circles onto the soft skin underneath his fingertips, and Louis swallowed past the lump in his throat, determined for his voice to not choke up.

“A week and a half, Haz,” he tried to speak reassuringly, “We can last that, yeah?” Harry made a low hum sound in the back of his throat, before sighing lightly, the rush of cold hair giving Louis goosebumps.

“I believe,” he started slow, “That we can last forever.” His voice no longer timid at saying something so deep and intimate, knowing for sure that Louis felt the exact same. Their grips tightened around each other, and they laid like that, watching the sun disappear below the horizon, a calmness in the air.


Harry is running off of four hours of sleep, and it’s become noticeable in his song-writing, the theme drifting more towards melancholy, and longing, and breaking free. He also was checking his phone obsessively, something he promised he wouldn’t do the entire time here, vowing to not even turn the thing on. But it felt like as soon as Louis left, his phone never left his hand, waiting for something, a text, a tweet, a selfie on Instagram, just anything so he could remember what his boy felt like.

“H, it’s been four days,” Mitch called him out, after the 20th pause in recording for grown man to race to his phone, “You can’t make it four days without him?”

Harry knew it was meant as a light ribbing, but it hit all the same, that he really can’t last four days without his baby, “I miss him,” he pouted, “I just wish he were back here with me, with us. He deserves a vacation.”

“And he’ll get one once he’s back, H.” Mitch cut in, “Your boy will be back in your arms, you’ll be in your safe area, where you can hide from everything, and spend the time together.” He looked up from where he was doodling on their notebook, smiling kindly, “Won’t that be lovely?”

Harry nodded, knowing Mitch was right, and that he should calm down and wait for Louis to return to him. Pulling the notebook towards him, Harry carefully penned, under the already written words, “We’ve got to get away,” and looked back up to see his guitarist with a sparkle in his eye, and they shared a quick nod, like an unspoken word between the two.

After eight days, Harry was pretty sure his new band hated him. He had penned out quite a few songs in the past few days, some good enough to make the album, but all the same theme. Loneliness, heartbreak, lost love, soulmates, being caged. And they were only words on paper, no actual music for accompaniment.

“Harry, please, two more days,” Clare begged him, “Just two more days, and he’ll be back, you can make it.”

He put his head in his hands, dragging his hands through his hair, nails scratching his scalp, “I’m sorry, I’m not usually like this,” Harry apologized, not looking up, “God, I’m pathetic,” he cursed himself, looking up in shock when she hit his arm.

“You are not pathetic, Harold,” she chided him, before smiling, “You are in love. You want your boy here because this is your first solo album, you want him to be here for the adventure, the creation. This album’s a huge part of you, and so is he, so of course you want the two to share a time slot,” she spoke simply, explaining in such an easy way, that it felt like the gears of Harry’s brain just clicked back into place, and started to whirl.

“You’re right,” he said quietly, “Oh, my god, you’re right!” He jumped up from the kitchen table, kissed her on the cheek, and raced down the hall, slamming into the recording studio, surprising Mitch out of his seat where he was casually strumming, “I need a guitar, and a pen.” He ordered, and Mitch looked surprised for a second, before getting a steely look in his eye.

“Damn right, you do,” he grinned, and Harry felt the tug at his own lips.

It’s day ten, nearly day eleven, and Harry was laying in bed alone. The last time he talked to Louis was two days ago, where he just had to call and tell his boy all about the new song they were recording, a song about New York and talking to walls, and Louis was excitedly shouting back into the phone. The two giggled like children, and hanging up was the most difficult thing, but they knew that in two more days there would be a reunion, and that’s all the encouragement they needed to get back to their schedules.

Only now, it was nearly midnight, and Harry was still in a half empty bed. Louis didn’t give a specific time on when he was going to be back, just that it was probably going to be late. The band had tried to convince Harry to stay up and watch a movie with them, a cheesy rom-com knowing how much it would entice him, but he denied, instead choosing to stare at his ceiling and wait. The window was open, and the rushing of waves had lulled him into a near sleeping state, the air slowly cooling the later it got into the night, crickets chirping and sounding like they were on his windowsill.

“Harry! Get outta bed, we need you!” One of the members (Harry was so sleepy he couldn’t remember whose voice it was) yelled from the front room, making him groan and slowly pull himself from the bed, ready to stomp out and throw a tantrum at them for interrupting his near-nap.

He threw open the door, opening his mouth to yell back, when a body collided into him, nearly knocking him to the floor. The smell of sunshine and cologne filled his nostrils, and he felt his eyes almost instantly tear up, which he quickly tried to blink away as he wrapped his arms around the small curvy body he knows almost as well as his own, “They may need you, but I need you more,” Louis’ raspy voice felt like music to his ears, a gentle laugh escaping his mouth as watery blue eyes met his, “Are you crying? Come on, it’s not that big of a deal.” Louis teased, knowing full well his own eyes were wet. Harry ran his fingers across the slight bags under his lover’s eyes, wiping away the tears and kissing him softly on the mouth.

“I just missed you,” he explained, pulling back to rest their foreheads together. Louis grinned widely at him, his eyes crinkling, and they kissed again, ignoring the cheers from the living room.


“You’re a messy drunk, Harold. I’m not going to clean up after you if you make a mess,” Louis warned, his boy already a little buzzed, his voice lower and warmer, dimples on permanent prominent display. The band had decided after nearly two months of recording, they wanted to get massively drunk and throw a bonfire on the beach, inviting some of the local friends they made. A whole bottle of tequila later, they were all dancing in the sand, running away from the waves and screaming when the water touched their ankles.

“You’ll still take care of me, and yoooooou know it” Harry drawled, giggling when Louis shook his head with a fake exasperated sigh.

“The things I do for you,” he teased, lacing their fingers together and using his shoulder as an armrest.

“Can we go swimming?” Harry asked after a few seconds, looking down at Louis with his bright green eyes that were hard to say no to.

“Sure, baby,” Louis gave in, “Just take off your shirt so it doesn’t get wet,” he instructed, laughing when Harry nodded solemnly, but started to slowly strip while wiggling his hips, which Louis copied, till both their shirts were in a pile at their feet, the two left only in their swim trunks. They raced toward the sea, always a competition, attracting the attention of their friends, who quickly followed after, till it was just a large group of adults splashing each other, the moon reflecting off the water, leaving everything shiny and radiant. Distantly, Louis heard one of the girls shrieking as she was carted over and dropped in the freezing water, still in her dress, “You fucker!” She yelled at the guy, presumably her boyfriend from the way he was looking at her, but she spoke with no malice, and quickly was overcome with giggles, everyone joining in, as the waves crashed around them.

“Let’s all get warm by the fire!” Sarah called, to everyone’s agreement, and quickly they all fled the cold water and sped over to where their fire was roaring, sparks flickering towards the sky.

“Now my dress is all wet,” the girl frowned, and Louis turned to see Harry holding out his own shirt and pants to her, a small grin on his face.

“Switch!” He laughed, and the girl didn’t hesitate to pull off her dress and hand it over, accepting the large shirt and pulling it on, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Harry, you’re huge, I don’t think that dress is gonna fit you…” Louis told him hesitantly, watching as he pulled the collar over his head, looking vaguely tangled.

His green eyes popped out, fire dancing in his eyes, “Don’t be ridiculous, it’ll fit like a glove,” he tugged, slipping his arms through the sleeves, and pulling the fabric down till it just barely reached his mid-thigh, “See? Perfect!” Harry exclaimed, smiling at everybody’s cheers, doing a little twirl to show off.

“If you say so, love,” Louis shook his head lightly, knowing that the dress was probably going to split sometime tonight and they’d have to buy the poor girl a new one.

“Everyone! Pick up your shot glasses, because I propose a toast!” Mitch’s voice boomed, making everyone scramble to grab their glasses from where they were left on towels, while Mitch walked around pouring a bit of vodka, that he got from God knows where, into each little cup, before going back to his original spot and holding his drink forward, “To new friends!” He cheered.

“To making memories!” Sarah interjected, earning a cheer herself.

“To making this album,” Harry spoke up, voice quiet and smile kind.

Louis leaned forward, gathering the attention on himself, “And to Harry Styles,” he spoke firmly, looking at his boy, hoping to convey all the love, pride, and adoration he could with only one look.

“To Harry Styles!” Everyone chorused back, and Louis saw the fire reflecting off the tears forming in Harry’s eyes, as they all clinked their glasses together.

The two pulled each other close, an arm wrapped around their bodies, fitting as they were always meant to, always supposed to. “To home,” Harry said quietly, a toast meant only for LouisandHarry.

“To home,” Louis repeated, and they clinked their glasses together, a beautiful sound on a beautiful night.

anonymous asked:

hey, I was rewatching some of Yuna's programs today and I realized that, while david wilson's programs seemed to work pretty well for her, they didn't seem to work quite so well for yuzu (by work I mean, yeah he won a bunch of stuff but his non-wilson programs are SO much nicer). why do you think that is? also, do you think he's gonna get a coreography by wilson this coming season? i really hope he doesn't seeing as it is olympic season.

Yuzu, just reveal your FP and your chosen choreograph and stop our guessing!
(Just had to remind him to hurry up disclosing his choice)

Sorry for the longest delay (but as you see Yuzu still has to announce his FP so I’m still beating him on the question. AH), but I have lot of thoughts on this and I’ve always been too lazy to sit down and put some orders in them. Can’t promise I’ll put out everything, but I’ll try to give a coherent answer based on my opinion.

A skating program is a combined effort of choreographer, skater and his/her coaching team. Skater contribution is bigger or smaller depending on skater’s inclination (some of them want to get involved, some just refer to their coach, any skater is a different story). Skater and choreographer “affinity” is bigger or smaller depending how much they know and they “get” each other.

David Wilson is a great choreographer. He has done many great programs, on very different kinds of music. He is also a choreographer that I would put in “primadonna” category. Meaning, he knows his value, he knows he is good, he wants to put out programs that are first of all “his”. I often felt that Wilson programs speak first of all of Wilson himself and about the way he himself sees the skater.

According various choreographers who worked with him, Yuzu is a skater that “needs his moments” in a program. Needs his space and the freedom to explore it. Needs to understand and to own what he has to represent. Needs to take steps outside original choreographical structure. It’s a skater that - I’m quoting Brian’s words here - “has his own unique entries to jumps and timing in the composition, and it’s very important for him to be comfortable with the timing of the choreography. Even with his quads from steps, Yuzuru has an ideal form within him, down to the speed of that step and the angle of the curve. He really needs a choreographer who can share that “commitment to details” that is unique to such top skaters.”

How all this brought two competition programs like Notre Dame de Paris and then Romeo and Juliet 2?* (But also Notte Stellata three years later?)
My opinion is that various things came into place:

1) Notre Dame wasn’t really Yuzu’s first choice (he wanted to skate to POTO)
2) David proposed Notre Dame and built it according his idea. He didn’t knew much (if any) about Yuzu himself at that point, probably his own idea didn’t match much with Yuzu’s.
3) Communication between them couldn’t be at best, considering he just moved to Canada and his English wasn’t pafect for sure ;)
4) Technically Yuzu did a big upgrade between 2011/12 and 2012/13. He went from a FP with 1 quad and 2 3A and a 4+4 structure to a FP with 2 quads (one of them a new quad) + 2 3A and a 3+5 structure. On top of that NDP is a program much more packed than RJ1. It’s also a program that came along in a season where Yuzu struggled a lot with his stamina (moving to Canada didn’t help in the slightest with his ashtma either, in the beginning) and to make a long story short, end result has been often a program in which he was more focused about going through it till the end than performing.
5) The following year, Romeo and Juliet 2 was Yuzu’s choice, not much approved by David (ask him and he will tell for the umptenth time about the letter he received begging him to do a program on RJ). Contrary to NDP, Yuzu got the story, he knew what he wanted to portray, I don’t think David was much on same page and what came along was something that wasn’t truly “Yuzu’s”.
6) Communication improved, but I don’t think at that point affinity between them was as good and deep as required to produce great programs. Nor I’m sure that Wilson was ready to give him those spaces he needed.

End of Olympic Season, enter Shae-Lynn. Sometimes you click with someone without needing much time, sometimes you get to work with the right person at right time (Jeff excluded. Any time is the right time to work with Jeff). It’s hard to say what is the difference between the way Yuzu worked on NDP and RJ2 with Wilson and the way he worked with Shae on POTO, maybe just that he was older and more conscious of what he wanted to do and better prepared into communicating what he needed and wanted. Shae-Lynn and Yuzu didn’t work much together on POTO, Yuzu didn’t spent much time in Canada to start with in the whole year after Olympics, but what they did together convinced Yuzu to work with her again on SEIMEI and the result is for everybody to see.

Does it mean that Yuzu and Wilson are not meant to be? Notte Stellata proved that they can work together and bring out top-class programs. It may also mean that now it’s the right time for them to work again together, that they get each others better and that Wilson knows better how to integrate his own ideas with Yuzu’s own. I don’t know if that means they will work again on a competitive program. I think that Shae-Lynn still holds the upper hand there, especially this season, especially when she has been the one to choreo all his FP in this Olympic cycle, but I won’t rule out another competitive program by Wilson if Yuzu goes on after Korea. And I wouldn’t be the slightest surprised if David will choreo again his EX.

*which are still better than many other men’s programs in last few seasons anyway.

easy company + flirting
  • luz: definitely either a movie quote or shitty pun that will get you laughing,, mainly to take your mind off of the war but as soon as he realises what he's said, he'll give you that smile that could cure cancer.
  • guarnere: his mama raised no fool so he will treat you with the utmost respect but obviously a little innuendo hurt nobody.
  • liebgott: he says something that's originally meant to be snarky,, probably along the lines of "i'm gonna punch you in the mouth.. softly.. with mine."
  • webster: now he would be the type to romance you, no doubt about it, but before all the initial romancing he would want to find out what makes you tick just so he can have an in depth discussion with you and listen to your every thought.
  • shifty: are you kidding me? this man could just shoot a smile your way and you would be a literal puddle.
  • toye: he loves his brass knuckles - we all know this - but this little shit would probably come up to you in the mess hall and say "my knuckles aren't the only things that are brass." and my god he will give you the biggest shit eating grin and wink at you like nobody else is in the room.
  • lipton: he's the mama hen so he's gotta look out for all his company but he'll stick his neck out for you the most and once the guys tell you what he's doing you'll go off because you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself but he'll just blush and apologise while confessing why he was mothering you most.
  • speirs: does he even know how ?? like maybe he'll be a little nicer to you than everyone else, not that you'd notice since nobody knows what speirs is like when he's nice. would probs offer you a smoke or something shiny if he's feeling up to having his affections being exposed.
  • perconte: shares all of his tips for having pearly whites and would let you in on where to get a hot bath even if all the buildings are blown up,, one day he'll come up to you and say "i like you more than i like good hygiene."
  • nixon: he'll offer you some of his alcohol and if you don't drink then, perfect, more for him but if you do then he would be more than willing to share.
  • winters: he's not a huge flirt,, really all he will do is pull you to the side away from the others and tell you what a great job you're doing and that easy are lucky to have you on board,, he'll also have a slight smile tugging at his lips - after he compliments you - that he tries to hide,, not from you but the rest of the company.
  • babe: he would (in the nicest way) turn into a bumbling idiot whenever he's around you and he'd get teased by all the guys since he would confide in guarnere and initially that isn't the best thing he could've done since whenever he tries to talk to you, one of the other guys will say something that gets him blushing so furiously his cheeks and hair are a perfect match.
  • roe: he's essentially the backbone of the company so he needs to pay attention to detail although, like lipton, he probably pays more attention to you than he needs to,, not that you mind since he gets you everything you need / haven't asked for / didn't even know you needed yet. got a cold? he'll hit you up with meds. a little chilly? here he comes with blankets.
  • buck: shit man this guy is shameless and doesn't have the time to waste on flirting so he just outright tells you that he likes you but makes sure he has eye contact because his eyes are so pretty that no one can resist them.
  • malarkey: you always offer him company after muck and penkala die because before he would always make sure to give you an extra hand whenever you needed it, he respected that you didn't need him there all the time but the two of you would often be found together helping the other with whatever punishment sobel had to bestow on you,, muck and penkala would notice that the two of you had a connection and would always give an excuse to leave the two of you alone together to which the both of you would roll your eyes at them.
  • muck: muck ?? flirt ??? mans doesn't need to,, he has two of the best wingmen on the planet to do all the work for him,, not that he would admit his actual feelings and what most of malarkey and penkala do is tease him endlessly in front of you but that suits him just fine to see the smile and slight blush on your face at whatever they have to say.
Ways to Cheer Yourself Up (When wanting to be alone) - 50 top things to do
  • 1. Go ON Tumblr, believe it or not, we don't care where you're from, what you do, how you're being you, as long as you are being you, you're pretty much welcomed on here. That's why i love it. Unless of course you are homophobic or judgemental or ignorant - then the people will speak for themselves, we look out for each other here.
  • 2. Read Books; escapism is a wonderful thing
  • 3. Listen to music; and no - not the sad, 'ALL BY MYSELF' type music, but the kickass songs like 'I will Survive' or 'Loser Like Me' just celebrate yourself for being awesome, because we know you are; even if others don't; especially then actually.
  • 4. Become your own superhero. Every single one of you have a talent or a dream. Follow up on that talent/dream. YOU ARE WORTH IT, and you can be whoever you want to be.
  • 5. DISNEY MOVIES. Unless you absolutely hate bursting out into song - better cut of highschool musical and glee while were at this, then Disney is the best pick me up ever.
  • 6. Watch your favourite TV shows. Remind yourself why life can be awesome. Watching your fav characters usually means you can relate to them.
  • 7. Go on walks - it's very pretty outside, and sometimes our heads can be overloaded with information or stress, I advise calming music and a nice walk outside in comfortable clothes.
  • 8. Have a diary. A friend of mine recently bought me one, and it's a godsend because all the anger, or emotions I feel, I try to put in the diary rather than putting it out on others. It also calms you down. I feel better when I write.
  • 9. Speaking of writing...if you enjoy it- WRITE. Writing is a wonderful way to escape. You can put all your emotions into your characters and they just come to life. I tend to do that when I'm stressed.
  • 10. If writing is not your thing then bake. I've actually ironically read in a fan fiction where a character would bake when stressed and try out new recipes, this character tried making butterbeer; maybe be adventurous; have a food blog or something to keep you occupied.
  • 11. Be With Your Pets - Pets are loyal creatures, and they love you, even when you're being a pain in the ass, and I hear they're very good listeners.
  • 12. Now I don't know about you, but I LOVE Musicals. If you are a musical fanatic like me and you're feeling a little down, my dears; listen to those awesome voices, because sometimes we just - need - a break (Also, if you haven't watched RENT, watch it - NODAYBUT TODAY...or Starkid...Starkid make the most funniest musical parodies, even if you don't like musicals I suggest it, and if you're not enjoying their YouTube Channel, then I'll eat my own hat).
  • 13. ASK ME ANYTHING. If you really want to talk to somebody but you don't want to talk to people you know and you just want to get things out, my ASK box is always open.
  • 14. Find a hobby. If you don't really want to talk to anybody, that's okay, sometimes we need to just have some 'me time'. In my me times, I usually deactivate from Facebook, and just focus on things that make me happy. Like; Puzzles, Sudoku, Games, writing, cooking, singing, whatever it is...travelling even. Enjoy yourself.
  • 15. Travel. Maybe being stuck in the same place is the problem, maybe you're head wants to be in a place where it can ACTUALLY THINK.
  • 16. Go Hiking. I suppose Hiking is similar to walking but if you're an outdoor person, this is a great way to clear your head and to feel fresh.
  • 17. Hit The Gym. Or even do your own exercises. I like to walk - do crunches, and I love Zumba. I love dancing. If you love being active, this is also another way to clear your mind from negative things.
  • 18. GO SEE A MOVIE!!! When was the last time you had fun? Even if it's just by yourself. You're allowed to treat yourself. Go, enjoy, be surrounded by people, even if they're strangers.
  • 19. If you like coffee, treat yourself for one at a local cafe. Who knows, you might meet your coffee soulmate in a cafe one day.
  • 20. STOP thinking Negative. Have a Pros/Cons List. Try not to outweight the Pros list with the Cons. Please?
  • You are good enough.
  • 21. Write down a bucket List, and start ticking them off. Having goals and dreams is healthy. If you have dreams, then you have a direction of where you're going.
  • 22. Get help. It's okay, if you're head is in a really bad place to reach out to people. It really is okay.
  • 23. Help others. If you're not sure what to do with yourself at all, be useful to other people less fortunate than you. Volunteer! Work with Charity, Feed the homeless, help the guide dogs association.
  • 24. Smile more. It looks good on you, believe me. Spend time with your guilty pleasures, my guilty pleasure is binge watching glee
  • 25. Please DO NOT go to a pub to drink to ease your mind, if you are going to do that, do it with a friend, or somebody close.
  • 26. Eat Chocolate. Okay yes while society says NO DON'T EAT THE FATTY FOOD. Hey; screw them. If you feel better eating a bit of junk go for it. There's nothing wrong with eating a whole pizza or tub of ben and jerry ice cream when feeling upset - just try not to make TOO much of a habit : p
  • 27. REBLOG YOUR FOLLOWERS POSTS, you might be surprised that you aren't the only one feeling the way you're feeling, you might be surprised by how much you're forgetting that hey - it's gonna be alright.
  • 28. Do something nice for your neighbour. Ah who knows, have you ever actually talked to them? Maybe they might be lonely too.
  • 29. Have a GAMES Night. A very good friend of mine loves Games. If You LOVE Games, then hell have a marathon of them. Play the sims, be in control.
  • 30. Speaking of marathons...dun dun dun - MOVIE MARATHON, I Don't Know About You Guys, But Having A Harry Potter Movie Marathon always cheers me Up. WITH FOOD Of course, and good company, but this is about cheering yourself up, so if you don't want company, that's okay.
  • 31. Draw. I love drawing too. I suppose I'm more of the creative person. There are a lot of different types of people out there, maybe you like solving things - do those fancy cube things Idk what they're called. If you are like my brother and you love Maths, then maybe you can tutor someone. On one hand you're helping someone, and doing something you like doing, just like I'm drawing because I like drawing.
  • 32.Be with kids. believe it or not, kids are the most innocent little munchkins, and they honestly don't care what you look like, if you play hide and seek with them they'll be thrilled, so long as you're nice to them, they're generally nice to you... but be warned, they tell it how it is too. I talk a bit different. The most popular thing they've said to me was "Is that why you talk funny, because of the things in your teeth?" (They've also never really seen braces before) I even had one kid determined to get me to sing 'Everything is awesome' I'll never forget that because this kid clearly didn't care how I sounded, and just wanted me to sing with her. I felt great.
  • 33. If you're into Fairy Tales, Please Please Read Chris Colfer's The Land Of Stories series 1-4. It's an amazing series, and you almost forget what world you're in once you start reading. Plus, there's more coming (I'm a little excited)
  • 34. Watch Pixar Movies. You can't go wrong.
  • 35. GO TO HOGWARTS. Harry Potter Fan? Visit - Platform 9 3/4s in London, or go to the Harry Potter World, or if you can't actually visit these sites, go on Pottermore.
  • 36. Read Fan Fiction, you might not be a harry potter fan, but whatever fandom you are in, believe me sometimes Fan Fictfion Cheer me up. I adore Glee *Don't Judge Me* and Dalton is the best thing ever. Or Little Numbers...or Both. They cheer me up big time.
  • 37. Role play. If you like superheroes or characters, go be with the crowd. I believe they have events like Comic Con, and on Facebook they even have Events for such things, go be with strangers! So long as it's safe of course.
  • 38. Write a letter to the person who inspires you most and send it. You might be surprised by an answer.
  • 39. Pick up your instrument. Don't ignore your musical talent if you do have a musical talent. Remember, you're worth it. I don't care what you've done. Pick, It Up.
  • 40. Maybe go visit your family? I know this is about 'quality me time' but if you haven't seen your family in such a long time or are at a distance. Maybe being surrounded by something familiar is what you need.
  • 41. Change Careers. If you're not enjoying what you're doing or studying, change it. I remember in highschool a teacher said you might change your job 10 - 12 times before getting it right. It'okay, you just haven't found where you're meant to be yet.
  • 42. Enter a competition - Who knows what will come from it, take risks.
  • 43. If you're a risk-taker, challenge yourself. IDK how you're going to do that, but google has some pretty good answers. Even ask your tumblr followers, they follow you for a reason after all.
  • 44. Go on a boat. Go Fishing! I don't know, it's not my thing, but if you like fishing, then hell - go out there and fish.
  • 45. Find time for yourself, are you working too much? Maybe you are working too much. You know life doesn't stop for nobody, and if you keep pushing yourself so hard, time will go so fast and you won't realise how much of that time you could have spent on your own self.
  • The world is not going to end if you treat yourself.
  • 46. You ARE Good Enough. Listen to my words. Sometimes encouragement is all we need, when people feel hopeless, or like everything's gone wrong. It's gonna be okay. I promise, just hang in there.
  • 47. Write Down Quotes that Inspire You. I have a wall of these, and of people that inspire me too, and it reminds me of the good things in life when I'm in a crappy mood.
  • 48. Find something to do. If you're not doing anything, go take up a course, research things that interest you, you might be surprised by what comes from it. Join a community that enjoys doing things you do.
  • 49. Go To The Beach - If you live in Australia like me, visiting the beach is actually really calming and me and my best friend always would go on a random drive, and drive up to a beach or a look out, and it was always calming. Enchanting too sometimes. Maybe we forget about the place we live in, and what's exciting about the place. If you're in New York, visit Broadway or The Statue Of Liberty, or if you're in London, go to the London Bridge, or the Eye, visit the Eiffel Tower if you're in Paris...just go Anywhere.
  • 50. Take a random journey. Go on a train to somewhere new, go on a road trip. You never know what's around the corner.

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on Phil explaining the bedroom situation thing with how the gaming room was actually a bedroom but Phil doesn't spend time in his room anyway so he didn't care if his bedroom was small? It was kind of insightful cause I feel like before everyone thought that dan's room didn't exist but since now we know phil's room is small and he doesn't sleep in it, do you think that possibly he might be sleeping in "dan's room" and using his room just as a set?? it's not a big deal but?

I feel like I make this post about once a week, but right now I’m inspired by something that one of my favorite posters on idb said (link to where I quoted that part) so I’m gonna make it one more time. And anon, there was nothing wrong with your ask - I’m responding to a lot of things I’ve seen floating around today as well as your specific questions. 

I do think he and Dan share a bedroom. I do think that the bedroom that Phil says is his, is also his.

I don’t think that it’s wrong of them to lie to us about where they sleep. They’re putting themselves, as adults, as people in a relationship, as people under a great deal of invasive pressure, first.

There’s nothing wrong with that.

It’s okay for them to keep some things to themselves.

We don’t need to have our collective feelings hurt. We don’t need to be thirsty for the truth, because the truth is none of our business. I’m as fascinated as anyone by their relationship. I spend an inordinate of time thinking about it, talking about it, writing about it, reading about it.

But what we want to know and what they are obligated to tell us are not the same thing. This is not about us. We are not the stars of the show that is their lives; they are. This is not about them hiding things from us or denying things to us because we’re cogs in some great game they’re playing. 

These are two people living their life and trying to figure out a line that lets us in, but only so far, so that the rest can be for them. None of us would react well to being told we’re not allowed to have any privacy and that we’re under some dictate to share things we consider personal with absolute strangers. That’s not how life works. That’s not how people operate. If your best friend had a same sex partner but wasn’t out to their parents and wasn’t ready to be out, would you tell them that they’re wrong to say that they sleep in a separate bedroom than their partner? Would you say that because her parents came to visit her once and saw one part of where she lived that she was wrong to not immediately come clean with everything? I sure as fuck hope not, because people being able to come out when they’re comfortable and retaining the right to choose selective truths depending on what kind keeps them safe and sane. It doesn’t matter that people might have guessed. No one goes around being honest with everyone all the time, especially not people you don’t even know. So why are the rules different for us and them?

And don’t give me any of that ‘it’s different because they’re celebrities’ shit, because no. (Again, not to you original anon, just to all the other less polite messages I’ve both gotten and seen.) This is not an all or nothing situation. Because they show us one thing (their friendship) doesn’t mean they have to show us everything. If you, as a fan, are hurt or upset because they don’t want to show us where they sleep and that bothers you so much that you can’t enjoy them because of it then step away from them and find something that does interest you.

BRAD - Library

Note: This was a request so that’s why I have two Brad imagines in a row. In this fic’ Brad is NOT famous or in a band. He is in college, same one you’re in.  I know I haven’t posted an imagine in like 2 weeks, I’m sorry…I’ve really been working harder on my imagines though so that’s why I’ve been taking so long

‘Click click click’ you heard over and over. You wanted to rip your hair out. The boy sitting across from you in the library kept clicking his pen as he read. It just seemed so loud, you couldn’t focus.

“Hey could you be quiet please?” You asked. The guy looked up, you got  chance to see his face and for a half a second you kind of forgot everything that was going on. He grinned at you and took out his earphones.

“Sorry, was I bothering you?”

“Uh, it’s ok. Could you just not click the pen so much?”

“Sure” He said and clicked his pen. This made you cringe a little and you gave him a weird look. He just smiled and looked back down at his book. He took his pen and started writing on the margin of the book.

“Hey! You can’t do that!” You said. He put down his pen and took out his earphones once again.

“What now?”

“That book isn’t yours, you can’t write in it. I mean, at least do it in pencil.”

“Who said it wasn’t my book?”
“The stamp on the book that says it belongs to the school’s library” you said and pointed to it. He marked the page and closed the book.

“Ok you caught me” He rolled his eyes. You had a short moment of silence were you just looked at each other, the smile never left his face. 

“What are you looking at?” You asked.


“Uh, I can see right through you, you know?” you said and closed your book. He raised his eyebrows.

“And? What do you see?”

“Mysterious bad boy” you said making air quotes with your hands. “Charming your way through life, being a rule baker. Supposedly.” you said. He chuckled, and again you had that little moment where you got lost in his smile.

“Until today, nobody has truly understood me like you have just now” He laughed and you wanted to punch yourself in the face. He had the cutest laugh. The most beautiful smile.

“What’s your name?” you asked. He looked surprised.

“I guess that charm you talk about really works. Brad, my name is Brad.” he answered. You tried to hide your smile. You tried to pretend to be annoyed at his remark, but you failed.



“Cool” he said and reached over and took a drink from his water bottle.

“No food or drinks in the library” you said raising an eyebrow.

“Like you said, I’m not much of a rule follower” he said and took another drink.

“Ohhh” You said with exaggerated hand gestures.Two people walked over to the table, they wanted to sit next to each other, so they asked Brad if he would switch places. Like the bad boy he is, he got up and moved. Next to you. He scooted the chair and got uncomfortably close to you. He was trying to bug you. He laughed at the weird face you made.

This boy just couldn’t stop smiling.

“Well this is quite romantic”


“Shhhhhh, we’re in a library” He said signaling you to lower your voice.

“Since when do you follow the rules?”

“Since now.”

“Well, I want to talk, so I’m gonna talk. How’s that for a rebel?” He snorted and reached for your hand.

“Come on then” He pulled you out of your chair and towards the tall shelves of books. Once you were near the back he finally stopped.

“There, you want to talk? Talk. People won’t hear you as much back here”

“I don’t know what to say” you said and smiled.

“But- then what was that all about?”

“I don’t know, I was trying to prove a point.”
“What point?”

“I don’t even remember” You said and laughed. He laughed too and again, it felt like the world stopped. He stopped and looked at you.

“What are you doing Friday?” You asked.

“Um, nothing I think” He smirked. You pushed a strand of hair out of your face and looked down attempting to hide how much you were blushing.

“You want to hang out or something?” You said. You were fiddling with your hands because you were so nervous. He noticed and smiled. Again. Making you even more nervous.


“You can come over to my place if you want and we can like, watch a movie or something”


Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes late. You were sitting on the couch watching netflix looking over at the time every 5 seconds. But he never came.

After a few hours passed, you cleaned up everything and gave up. He wasn’t going to show.

You where sitting at the library again flipping through pages of your book when you noticed someone was sitting down across from you. It was Brad. He had some random book in his hand and he placed it on the table. You didn’t look at him directly, you where trying to ignore him.

“I thought I would find you here” He said. You didn't’ answer. You didn’t even look up. But you were listening. He sighed when he realized you were mad at him.

“Look, I’m sorry” he paused.

“I shouldn’t have ditched you, I just- something came up and- .I know I should of at least texted you or something, just blowing you off like that was wrong.But I sorta freaked out ‘cause I didn’t know what to say. Because, if you haven’t noticed, you make me kind of nervous. I don’t know how to show you how sorry I am”

You didn’t even look up. Though you wanted too. But what would you say? So you just kept on reading.

“I’m sorry. Really sorry” he added. He sighed and opened his book once he figured out you weren’t going to pay attention to him. You gave him a quick glance. He was reaching in his pocket. You made eye contact and he gave you a sweet, small smile. You immediately looked down. He took out a pen. 

He started clicking the pen.

‘Click click click’ over and over.

“uh” you mumbled. You stood up, he looked at you curiously, you quickly took the pen out of his hand and threw it on the ground. Now you took his hand and you pulled him out of his chair. He was quiet. You took him to the empty hallway in the back where you had been before. You pushed him against the wall and kissed him.

Note: I really liked this one. Thanks for the request. Although it had asked that the librarian interrupt them somehow, but I couldn’t find a way to incorporate it in this story, I just liked ending it this way, so sorry. Anywaysss I hope you liked it.

Ps: I didn’t spell check so please ignore any mistakes…

anonymous asked:

Hey, it's the overly thankful nerd from earlier! I've had two main problems: I'll explain the other one in another ask. Motivation. I frequently have amazing ideas and create wonderfully fleshed out characters but the more I think or write my story the more I get bored and uninterested and I make worse and worse pieces of work! I've tried the whole "if the writers getting bored the reader was bored 3 pages back" trick and threw in a lot of twists but it didn't make me any better. Any tips?

Hello OTNFE! 

Motivation is one of the most universal problems that writers face. Unlike a stuck scene or a research malfunction, it’s not something that you can fix for good and be done with. Motivation is going to be an on again, off again battle, but luckily, there are a number of ways to help combat it.

In your particular case, it sounds like it’s possible that you have possibly over-developed, or have fallen out of touch with your inspiration and are viewing your story more as work than as the special thing that stories are. 

Over-development occurs when you put too much time and work into planning before you really start writing, and as a result, when you go to write the story, nothing is a surprise anymore. Some level of planning is necessary, but part of what gives stories an ongoing curiosity for the writer is allowing it to grow organically. Sometimes, you should keep writing even after you reach the point where you had stopped planning and let the story and its characters surprise you.

Losing the spark of inspiration can happen through over-development, writer’s block, or just plain burning out for a while. Nothing beats the thrill of coming up with a perfect idea or beating a problem that was causing a block. If you can touch on that excitement, that sheer connection to the story, you can put the passion back into your work, and there are a number of ways that many writers use to get back into it.

1. Music: This is a pretty common one that helps put writers back on track. It’s actually a particularly big one for me as well. I keep playlists for each of my stories, as well as playlists for specific emotions to put me in the mood for a scene. 

2. Moodboards: Whoa, that sounds pretty weird. Personally, I haven’t really seen this one on other lists. But it’s another little something I do to get back in touch with my stories. I make aesthetic boards for both my characters and my general story settings and concepts. I find that figuring out what components and quotes and so on should go on to each moodboard puts me back in touch with the original vision I had for each character. 

3. Read Your Genre: A lot of inspiration can come from exposing yourself to the work of others. Many writers use previous works to get ideas. (Not endorsing stealing here, but inspiration is totally okay.) Find books that match your genre and take a reading break. Especially study the parts that make you most excited or effect you the most emotionally, and think about why they made you feel that way. Try to connect it to moments in your own story. 

4. Re-Read Your Own Story: Another thing that helps sometimes is to re-read your own story- the parts you do like. The parts you previously wrote with excitement and passion. Try to get back in touch with the heart you had then. What changed?

5. Have An Honest Talk With Your Characters: A lot of character development sheets consist of answering questions, listing traits, etc. That’s all fine and necessary details, but it can feel a little worksheet-y and can cause a disconnect sometimes. But there are other ways to really get in touch with your characters in the spirit of who they are. 

Try some creative writing exercises that are more than just a fill-out form. Find prompts that set gears going in your mind, whether it’s throwing your characters into an elevator for a couple hours to see what they do, or writing a death that has nothing to do with the plot, just to rally up some emotions. Or, if it helps, talk to them. Pretend you are actually having a conversation with this character. A self-insert in a very literal sense. Whatever helps you to connect with them.

6. Change Up Your Workspace: Whether this means cleaning or redecorating your current workspace, or changing it up to a different place altogether, a change of scenery can sometimes get your mind going again. Lots of people will recommend finding a place where WiFi and other things you might have at home that might distract you.

 7. Find a Beta Reader: Finding yourself a fan- or a critic- can be incredibly inspiring. Sometimes having an outside pair of eyes is all you need to see your story in a new light. Having a little feedback- especially positive feedback- can help you see the things in the story that you loved in the first place.

This list is starting to get a little lengthy, and others can feel free to add on their own methods!

And one more little tip just for you, OTNFE. Writing, storytelling, is an art as well as a job. If you think of it too much like a job, a task, the magic sort of goes out of it. Yes, there are tools and tricks to help it along, but stories are like stubborn animals. They almost have a will of their own- you can’t force them into doing things they don’t “want” to do. Try some things when you need to, but also give it a chance to grow organically if it needs space.

And once again, motivation is in ongoing battle! You’re not going to cure it never have to deal with it again. It’s gonna happen again, and sometimes it’s going to be easier to kick than others.

Any which way, best of luck! We all go through this. Often. Your fellow writers are always here with their own advice as well.

I’ll be working on your second ask next OTNFE. ;)


Day 2 - Nerd Girlfriends

I made you all this… it’s a high school AU because I didn’t know how else I could make this happen and I warn you now, I tried to be funny.

“But Alex, if UV-light is necessary for the reaction to start, wouldn’t it just stop if you put it in a dark closet?”

“No Winn, first of all very few things stop when you shove them into a closet, pun intended, and second, once the molecules are activated they start reacting with others no matter if there is any light or not.” Alex explained. Winn hummed in understanding.

“So what you’re saying, once out in the light, there is no stopping, no matter what happens?” Winn asked, grinning.

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anonymous asked:

I just feel like her being with Mal weakened Alina instead of making her stronger. With him I felt like she never fully embodied who she was because she was scared of what might happen if she did. I felt like she was always holding back in a way? I just didn't like how every time she was with Mal she was always reduced to hiding who she was. Am I making any sense? sorry if I'm not I'm new to the grisha fandom

You are making sense! And I can see where you can come to that conclusion, like Mal has some supremely shitty moments across the series (especially in book two), but i’m gonna break it down a little further, because i do think there is a more…fully rounded interpretation of what goes down between Mal and Alina, especially when taking Ruin and Rising into account

(also welcome to grisha fandom! your asks will not usually get greeted with massive amounts of meta i promise, you have just hit one of my favourite things to talk about when it comes to these books haha)

SO book 1 opens, Alina is suppressing the shit out of her powers because she doesn’t want to be separated from Mal (which is slowly happening anyway because Mal is oblivious and Alina is passive as fuck). This, honestly, is in no way Mal’s doing, and is only really tangentially related to him. Like I love ALina to bits and pieces, but she is hella a Nice Guy in the beginning of the books. Mal has no clue that she is Grisha or that she’s suppressing her power because of him (and neither does Alina tbf). So this is the starting point in the journey of Mal and Alina and Alina’s power.

I’d say the next pertinent point is when they meet up again after the fete and Mal is a HUGE DOUCHE. They’re both kind of dicks at their reunion, but Mal absolutely takes the dick cake. He was afraid for Alina, he did all this shit for her, yeah yeah Mal but Alina didn’t know about any of that, and the fact that he’s mad that she isn’t being horribly tortured (although obviously he doesn’t WANT that for her) is bullshit. 0/10 Mal try harder.

Which he does! Bam, turns out the Darkling only wants Alina for her mad sun summoning skills, Alina runs away, Mal deserts the army for her sake (which is an executable offence. Again, not something she asked him to do and she owes him nothing for it, but it does show just how far Mal is willing to go for Alina).

And this is where we hit a really important part in Mal’s relationship with Alina’s power. Because it’s Mal’s idea to go after the stag. He says to her that she shouldn’t have listened to Baghra, that it’s inevitable that the Darkling will find and collar her at some point. And then this happens:

    “You can’t spend the rest of your life running, Alina. You said the stag could make you powerful. Powerful enough to fight him?”
    “Then we have to do it.”
    “If he catches us, he’ll kill you.”
    “I know.”

This is not the last instance in which Mal tells Alina to go after power at the potential expense of his own life. It’s the beginning of a theme that begins in book 1, and culminates at the end of R&R. I do think that at this point, Mal doesn’t have any idea of what Alina gaining power is going to do to them and their relationship, but that’s why we have all of book 2, to explore that. The point is, Mal doesn’t want Alina to be weak. He wants her to be strong, for her own sake. The above quote is a direct follow on from his (dickishly expressed, but still genuine) concern that the Darkling is going to collar and enslave her.

Which is an important contrast, because the Darkling is often given credit for wanting Alina to embrace her power. Which is straight up bullshit. The Darkling wants Alina to be powerful for his sake. He wants to control her. He’s willing to enslave her and her power, to kill everyone she loves and ruin everything that is important to her, in order to have it. That’s not mutually exclusive with his feelings for her - the man is very much caught up in manfeels for Alina - but he doesn’t want her to be free. He is the very definition of holding her back. When he is pleased at her power increases, he’s pleased about what that means for him and his goals. He’s glad she’s powerful, because that means he won’t have to spend eternity alone. He wants to bind her to his side, regardless of her own wishes and goals. 


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spillywolf  asked:

Tbh I get kinda mad when people say that Deacon was lying about Barbara, like okay you can believe whatever you want cuz he's fictional and it shouldn't bother me so much but COME ON he's not a jerk I don't think even he would lie about something like that, all his other lies are about such unimportant things compared to that one and he acted totally different you can tell he wasn't lying I mean really //end rant

I agree with you here Spills 1000%. Lying about having a dead spouse for sympathy and/or trickery would belie Deacon as being a sociopath, which he definitely is not. I mean, he sacrifices his life and identity on a daily basis for the sake of a whole other race of people. Also, he’s quick to fess up to his lies if you have the charisma enough to catch him in one. But if you refuse his final dialogue (depending on the severity with which you do so) he is either understanding or angry with himself. There are tons of other, more articulate posts in favor of the final dialogue, so I’m not gonna drag mine out. Instead…

My personal “headcanon”or whatever, I guess “read” is more appropriate, is that Deacon didn’t lie in his final affinity dialogue(at least not completely, but I’m still in the “it’s the whole truth” camp). I think he genuinely feels like scum and that he doesn’t deserve a position in the Railroad. I believe he changes his face partly for the practicality it confers to him as a spy, partly to try and erase the man who he once was, and partly as a sort of self-inflicted punishment. I mean, that many surgeries has to take a physical toll on someone, not to mention the emotional and psychological damage that probably come along with it.

Then enters Sole stage left. Assuming you play Sole as the “brotherhood of man” type character, Deacon views them as a beacon of hope; a chance at redemption for the Commonwealth. This hope, I believe, is a big portion of his character arc. Case in point, he directly talks about Barbara in a way that makes her sound like, and I quote, “…the whole world had a chance. That one day we could climb out of this wreckage. She could do that to people.” And his description of her? “She had a smile like on those old magazine covers.

When Barbara died, Deacon lost his hope, and I’m betting he agreed to join the Railroad because without his wife he had no direction, and he figured fighting the Institute would be the closest thing to justice he could get for Barbara. 

Now here’s Sole: all old world looks and old world values. They reach out to Deacon and offer him friendship, something Deacon has been withholding from himself for a long time. Deacon thought he was strong. He thought he could effectively wall himself off from the rest of the world, and that did work for a while, but only because these post war types don’t bother making friendships with people who don’t reciprocate the gesture.

But Sole manages to bust through Deacon’s monolithic barriers. They constantly forgive him for his lies, the one thing about Deacon that most pushes people away. When Sole looks at him, they don’t see scum, or an irrevocable liar; They see a broken man and a friend. 

And maybe, just maybe, since Sole can forgive Deacon for being a liar, they can forgive him for his past, for being a real piece of filth. It’s all-consuming at first: the thought, the hope. It hurts. Ever since Barbara died, Deacon’s never been this compulsive, but he’s tired of running and hungry for closure. Maybe it’s time he grieved.

And so he let’s his guard down. He tells Sole everything and waits, cringing, for the cosmic punchline. For Sole to justifiably spit in his face and send him away. 

But they don’t.

They apologize to him. 

They apologize to him.

Deacon knows he doesn’t deserve it and refuses the hug, but inside he’s flooded with relief. Telling Sole about the Claws and Barbara, he never knew he could be so free. For the first time in years he’s consumed with the desire to run and shout and laugh and cry all at once!

Instead, he tucks the happy thought away with careful experience and contents himself with a small outward smile, hoping from this small gesture that Sole understands the true depth of his gratitude.

christopher-lawson-deactivated2  asked:

i was curious after reading your 'the nib' comic how murakami reading is indicative of whiteness? definitely true in my experience and made me laugh (guilty as charged!) just wondered if there was some culture info i not aware of. ALSO - i think it's rad that you wrote about that even tho it sounds like the editorial didn't cut ties with you. seems like it would have been easier if that bridge was burned? so thanks for making :)

Hahaha, well, Murakami Haruki’s writing is something I find in white spaces. For instance, back when I was on OkCupid (gasp), I noticed that he was the MOST cited author in white women’s profiles. I wouldn’t speculate publicly as to why. I’ve read some Murakami Haruki, but you’re more likely to hear me cite Murakami Ryu. 

….Crazy thing is, I’ve almost never heard anyone cite or quote Murakami Haruki’s works in conversation.

Regarding the second part of your question, here’s the thing… I’ve read some stuff about how it was brave of me or how shameful the editor’s actions were. I don’t really see either of those things. 

First of all, as much fun as I’ve had working for Marvel, it’s not something that I’ve pursued as a career. It pays the bills. They sought me out. Every time I get a job with them that I can do, I am thankful, and I do my best. That said, each time, I assume it is the last time. Also, I take it as an opportunity to express something that I want to say to that MASSIVE Marvel audience. Chances are Marvel is why you are here reading this right now.

Secondly, I didn’t make Lighten Up to shame the editor, but I am aware that most of the time when we have a discussion about oppressive systems (race/sex/gender), the first instinct of those involved is to indict and shame or feel shame. We can all wring our hands and feel better about ourselves instead of discuss what is actually a complex conversation about systems, not about willful malice or villains (though they are out there too. We manufacture them).

When we blame someone we are absolving ourselves of our involvement in oppressive systems. That’s why in the comic, I was very careful to address this.

I wanted the editor to have a positive learning experience, maybe even be entertained. They were great to work with, and they do their job well. They are valuable in that space, especially if they are thinking more about how even the little things that they do can make the world and the brand better. Shaming people doesn’t help gain allies. That said, I haven’t figured this out. If someone feels shame from a discussion like this, I don’t know what else to say. I’m not gonna stop bringing it up to protect someone’s feelings.

Marvel’s not going anywhere. Like any of these big brands, it’s full of all types of people, with different identities, views, and motives. In that sense it’s like our country. Lighten Up is just a space for commiseration; Lighten Up is an appeal to the people that make up these organizations.

Why Taimi is awesome~
  • [Origin of Madness – at Twisted Marionette]
  • Taimi: Hi hi hi. Are you a friend of Braham's? I am. Or rather, I will be. Soon.
  • -
  • Taimi: Braham! There you are.
  • Logan Thackeray: Somebody care to tell me why this child was on the battlefield?
  • Braham Eirsson: Hey! I'm not a child!
  • Logan Thackeray: Not you. This asuran girl. I found her out there, trying to get to Scarlet's twisted marionette. Who does she belong to?
  • Braham Eirsson: Oh. Her.
  • Taimi: Help! Help! Save me from this creepy human!
  • Logan Thackeray: It's okay. I'm a Krytan Seraph. The kid's in no danger.
  • Taimi: Braham! Don't let him take me away! Please!
  • Logan Thackeray: Are you her guardian?
  • Braham Eirsson: Who me? Wolf's teeth, no! I've never seen her before in my life.
  • Taimi: Braham, you're so mean. Can't we just go home now?
  • Logan Thackeray: Listen, buddy. I don't know what your game is, but you better get this kid to safety. She's got no business on a battlefield.
  • Braham Eirsson: What? I swear I've never seen her before in my life.
  • Braham Eirsson: Hey! Where's he going? You're not my responsibility!
  • Taimi: It's okay, Braham. You can take me home now. I live in Rata Sum.
  • Braham Eirsson: Huh? What?
  • Taimi: Where do you live? Maybe we could go there instead.
  • Braham Eirsson: No. You found your way here. You can find your way back.
  • Taimi: Fine! Here I go. By myself. Off into the big city. You'll probably never see me again, Braham.
  • Braham Eirsson: Good luck, kid.
  • -
  • Logan Thackeray: What does a little squirt like you know about Scarlet, anyway?
  • Taimi: As it so happens, I know a lot. I've been studying her for months. I came to meet her, but she didn't show up.
  • Marjory Delaqua: To meet her? Why would you want to do that?
  • Taimi: Because she's brilliant, of course. My theory is that she knows something about the dragons, and that's why she's building an army.
  • Logan Thackeray: Your theory, huh? You don't think she's just a big ol' meany?
  • Taimi: Do you always talk like a four-year-old?
  • *Burn Logan BURNNN*
  • --
  • [Edge of the Mist]
  • Braham Eirsson: What's your story anyway, Tiny? How does a little thing like you get into such big trouble?
  • Taimi: It's Taimi. And I'm a progeny prodigy. I've got important people fighting for the right to be my teacher.
  • Braham Eirsson: Important people, huh? Are they real people, or just big-eared figments of your overactive imagination?
  • Taimi: They're real, but they all want to tell me what to learn. I'd rather be like Scarlet and pick my own courses.
  • Braham Eirsson: Wolf's tail, girl! Don't be too much like Scarlet, okay? One's way too many.
  • -
  • Taimi: Braham? Are we still going to be friends when we get back?
  • Braham Eirsson: Wait—are we friends now?
  • Taimi: I think so. You don't boss me around as much as other adults. And when you ask a question, you let me answer it.
  • Braham Eirsson: Well, I'm friends with Frostbite and he can't even talk. So yes, Tiny. We'll still be friends.
  • Taimi: Not if you keep calling me "Tiny."
  • -
  • Taimi: Braham, will you tell me a story while we wait?
  • Braham Eirsson: After you ran off on me? And all the abuse you heaped on me since we got here? I get plenty of that back in Cragstead.
  • Taimi: You don't spend much time around asura, do you? We only abuse people we like. Or those we're trying to improve.
  • Braham Eirsson: Fine. I'll assume you like me. Ahem! "Once upon a time, there was a brave and handsome norn named Braham..."
  • Taimi: Aww, I've heard this one already. From you. Twice.
  • --
  • Braham Eirsson: Did you get in trouble for roaming the camp?
  • Taimi: No. Yes. Zojja gave me extra calculations as a punishment, and I never got to see Scarlet.
  • -
  • Taimi: Hey, Braham.
  • Braham Eirsson: Uh-huh.
  • Taimi: You wanna hear about the new aetherphaser I invented for my golem? I modeled it after Scarlet's tech.
  • Braham Eirsson: Uh-huh.
  • Taimi: It works just fine, but I have to keep adjusting the gorometer.
  • Braham Eirsson: Uh-huh.
  • Taimi: I had to shave down the minious array wheel in order to get it to fit on Scruffy, but I got it.
  • Braham Eirsson: Uh-huh.
  • Taimi: Next, I'm gonna make him a panmetric listening device so he can warn me in advance if someone's sneaking up on me.
  • Braham Eirsson: Uh-huh.
  • Taimi: Hey, Braham.
  • Braham Eirsson: Uh-huh.
  • Taimi: I like you because you're big and dumb.
  • Braham Eirsson: Uh-huh.
  • Braham Eirsson: (laugh) Shut up!
  • Taimi: (giggle)
  • --
  • [Gates of Maguuma]
  • Taimi: That structure is unstable. It would be unwise for us to go in. Scruffy's scan confirms that it won't support all our weight.
  • Taimi: According to my calculations, the most efficient combination would be you, Marjory, and Kasmeer. The rest of us can wait out here.
  • Rox: Did she just call us fat, Braham?
  • Braham Eirsson: Yup, she sure did.
  • Taimi: Facts are facts. The three of us together weigh as much as nineteen Kasmeers.
  • Kasmeer Meade: Great, I'm a unit of measurement.
  • --
  • Kasmeer Meade: That gap is too large. I can't get us across from here.
  • Taimi: Have no fear. The option to have Scruffy toss us over is still—
  • Rox: No.
  • --
  • [Prosperity’s Mysterious Room]
  • Taimi: Look, look, look! This is a historical find!
  • Marjory Delaqua: Careful, now. You'll pop a gasket.
  • Taimi: She hasn't been here in a very long time. This—oh, and that! Great glarrgh!
  • Marjory Delaqua: Language.
  • Taimi: Sorry. I didn't know you spoke ettin.
  • --
  • [Entanglement]
  • Taimi: Okay. It's all yours. Use the console to fry some Inquest.
  • Braham Eirsson: It isn't going to blow up in our faces, is it?
  • Taimi: Don't be silly. The chances are so slim as to be negligible. About..oh, fifty-three percent. I've tagged us all nonhostile.
  • --
  • Taimi: Hold on. Activating defenses.
  • Marjory Delaqua: You're absolutely sure this won't kill us?
  • Taimi: Absolutely. I'd give it a solid fifty-three percent chance.
  • Marjory Delaqua: I beg your pardon? Maybe you shouldn't—
  • -
  • Kasmeer Meade: It's...beautiful.
  • Marjory Delaqua: And we're still alive. That's a plus.
  • Taimi: Of course we're still alive. I was joking about the the fifty-three percent. It was more like seventy-eight.
  • --
  • [The Dragon’s Reach]
  • Taimi: Don't touch anything!
  • Councillor Phlunt: Progeny, do not speak to your elders in such a tone! I won't have it.
  • Taimi: I thought you'd never get here. Did you stop off at the Dead End for a pint and a pie or something?
  • -
  • Taimi: Well, Councillor Phlunt, I'm sorry to report that I've completely wasted your time and the waypoints will now be destroyed by Mordremoth.
  • Councillor Phlunt: What?
  • Taimi: Just kidding. My patent-pending waypoint recalibration device is now complete.
  • -
  • Taimi: I've checked and double-checked the settings on everything. I'm 59.6 percent certain nothing will blow up in our faces. Don't worry.
  • --
  • [Credit: GW2 Wiki]