i will debate this all day if i have to

lemonflavoredsoul  asked:

Could you describe what's so great about Urusei Yatsura? You blog about it and the main girl and really the anime overall looks super cute. What is it that draws you to it so much specifically? I'm debating watching it with my wife.

I’ve been thinking about this question for a few days, I like Urusei Yatsura so much for many reasons, the biggest of which is a double dose of nostalgia (I’ll get to that bit at the end)

This is kind of long and rambling so I’ll save everyone by putting it under the cut (this is mostly stream of consciousness so excuse the bad grammar / nonsense)

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anonymous asked:

pls expand on your ridiculous experiences during one semester at a fake college

okay I got a few asks about this so let me see what I can remember right now. These might not all be in chronological order

- At orientation, they were talking about the reservation near campus and all these pretty sites and this kid in the back of the auditorium goes “So uhh…heard this place might be built over a Native American burial ground?”

- The speaker: “…Let’s not think about that, okay?”

- The freshman were on campus alone for like a week and a half (other than the RA’s) before the other students and I just. The parties. Were out of control. An ambulance was called basically every night.

- I walked into the bathroom the first night there to find a girl literally dying because someone slipped something in her drink and she was having a Very Bad Reaction

- Sting- you know, the singer- ‘s son lived in my residence hall. This boy almost accidentally killed me on three separate occasions (while I was just trying to do my laundry)

- I told my family about this at Thanksgiving. Everyone in the room advised me to seduce him

- I ate breakfast in the dining hall exactly once. I got scrambled eggs. I noticed no one had brought out ketchup with the condiments and politely asked about it. I received glares from at least ten different people. Apparently people there don’t believe in ketchup on eggs.

- There were these two boys in my English class known as “The Lumbard Guys”. They didn’t live in my residence hall, but they would come over almost every night, start a party, and destroy part of the basement.

- At orientation this one kid got mad and set his shoe on fire to prove a point

- Also at orientation like??? My roommate disappeared???? And I never saw her again???

- Listen like…this campus just looked like the perfect setting for a horror film, but none of the people from the area got that. They all thought I was crazy until some comic from Comedy Central did a stand up act and said “Why the hell is this campus so creepy? I feel like I’m gonna leave here with someone else wearing my face!”. I felt way too validated.

- ALL OF MY CLASSES WERE SO FAKE

- My “math” class was actually a disguised home ec. course???? All we had were word problems that were incredibly detailed recipes or instructions on how to fix things. The teacher, who I swear to GOD was actually my Mr-Rogers-Wannabe guidance counselor from high school in disguise, spent more time trying to come up with names and backstories for the models in the text book than actually trying to teach

- I had to take a class called “first year seminar” because neither of my parents went to college. It was supposed to be teaching you about how the school works and stuff but SUPRISE BITCH WE’RE JUST GONNA YELL ABOUT RACISM AND PRIVELGE FOR AN HOUR.

- Literally that’s all we did. Just the whole class bonding over all these struggles we had gone through and getting fired up. Like, it was great, but I also ended up knowing very little about campus and school stuff bc that was the class that was supposed to be teaching me lmao

- My Psych teacher was fucking hysterical for the first few classes but then he just. Vanished. I had to drop the class

- My Fine Arts teacher just. Couldn’t stick to a teaching plan. Her entire wardrobe was scarves. She was very passionate about African masks. She had a flapper haircut. She spoke quietly, but with a marvelously forced tone of voice that I’m certain was her trying to sound impressive and hide a Boston accent. She didn’t seem to understand the year was 2014. She took us into the city to go to the Art Museum and we lost her in there, never to be seen again

- I’m not even kidding

- My “writing” teacher was my absolute fav omfg. She was this long grey haired hippie lady who worked as a nurse for the Grateful Dead and was still stuck there. She may or may not have hooked up with my uncle. I was her favorite student because one day I came in wearing a “HAIR” shirt. She wanted to take the class to England for the sole purpose of going on a Beatles tour

- But like…she did not teach a writing class omfg. She taught a social justice class. All we did was have informed debates about The Issues and listen to music and occasionally watch the Breakfast Club. Every time there was a big paper due on the syllabus, she’d just sit on her desk and go “I mean, I don’t have to cover anything, right? You guys know how to write!” Like I genuinely don’t think she knew what class she was teaching

- There was a boy who sat next to me in that class. He was deaf in one ear and used that as an excuse when he got caught blatantly not paying attention. It worked every time. But I was right next to him. I saw him playing Yu-Gi-Oh on some website on his phone under the table. One time we started talking about model cars and he pre-cummed.

- There was a boy who roamed the campus in a long black trench coat and a weird hat. I never saw his body and started to suspect he might not have one, just the theory of one. He took interest in me because I was the only person in class who ever got his Doctor Who jokes. He’d come up to me at dinner and blast quiz me on various nerd culture before running off and disappearing into the shadows. Just as I was starting to grudgingly accept I was probably going to have to eventually hook up with him for the greater good, I apparently offended him by saying I like Picard more than Kirk. He didn’t stick around to listen to my reasoning. Whenever I saw him after that he would loudly start talking about how great his girlfriend was. Everyone knew he was lying. I wonder if Kirk ever sucked his theoretical dick as well as I would have.

- I gave a football player a shout out on Yik Yak. He really appreciated it, and gave me some fries laced with weed as a thanks. That was such A Night ™ , I watched the Lorax and left the dimension.

- Every time we had dances, this creepy guy named Horace would find me and use my obvious discomfort to make me dance with him. He’d hold my wrists and shove his crotch on mine while vaguely swaying to the beat. I had to escape to the bathroom every few minutes. Finally the security just banned him from the events altogether. I can still see his face clearly in my mind.

- One night, I walked into the bathroom to find a perfect, untouched pizza laying on the floor…but not in a box. Someone literally just took it out of the box and laid it down. I’m still fuming.

- One time I was in the mostly empty library when I smelled something. I walked down the rows of shelves before rounding the corner, and found the President of the college hidden there, sitting on the floor, smoking, a bottle of vodka in his hands. We held eye contact for a solid minute. He slowly shook his head at me. I said “Sir, your house is like…literally across the street.” He shook his head more vigorously. I left the library.

- One night, I heard screaming. I looked out the window to find a girl in a giraffe costume scaling my building. People were throwing water bottles at her. I was concerned. I didn’t know who to talk to for answers.

- I was in line trying to pay for dinner. One of the lunch ladies climbed on top of the ice cream machine and refused to come down. Her friend came over and they started recreating the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. Very few people acknowledged it.

- Someone jacked up the soda dispenser so it was only dispensing beer. None of the staff cared enough to fix it.

- I caught my RA in the middle of a drug deal so she gave me a coupon for free ice cream

- Also side note: The soft served ice cream machine on campus was actually a frozen yogurt machine. I had no problem with that, but like, advertise correctly, you know? Nobody else seemed to understand my confusion. Nobody else seemed to understand that froyo and ice cream are two different things. What the hell.

- There were just…so many moths all over the campus. A terrifying amount. When it started getting colder I was like, finally, I won’t be attacked by moths anymore! Only for even more moths to appear. I asked a local about it. “Oh, those are the winter moths!” What the fuck are winter moths? What the fuck, Massachusetts? My friend back home grew convinced that Mothman was in the area. I was inclined to believe her. Sometimes I close my eyes and all I can see are moths everywhere, waiting for the moment to strike.

-  I’ve encountered deer many times in my life. I know how they act around people. But the deer on this campus were just weird. They’d run out at people all the time. One almost shoved me into traffic.

- My roommate gave my phone number out to literally anyone she found who mentioned they liked to read or liked Doctor Who. She was concerned I had no friends. No one ever called.

- I met a small Greek girl in my Fine Arts class. Our first day of talking, she made me climb a mountain with her so she could get to tutoring, even though I had no reason to be in that building. Her roommates kept mysteriously disappearing. She was late to everything. She’d call me randomly to get food at 1 in the morning. She kept somehow breaking phones and tvs and other electronics. When I asked her how they kept breaking, she waved it off with “Oh, I have OCD. You wouldn’t understand”. I have OCD, and I still don’t understand. One time she invited me out with her friends from high school. I waited outside her building for two hours, while the other friends waited in the parking lot for two hours, because we didn’t know how to find each other. She eventually came outside at 10:30 pm. We went to Friendly’s. She made us stop at her house so she could grab something. We pulled up a long, winding driveway and stopped in a parking lot. At the end of the parking lot were stone stairs that lead up to a mansion on a hill. She ran inside and the rest of us stayed in the car, listening to High School Musical and talking about Supernatural. When she came out 40 minutes later we decided to try and prank her. It went wrong. We almost ran over her friend’s sister with the car. They invited me to a pumpkin patch. When I started complaining about my roommate, she asked me to move in with her. I thought about the other three girls who had seemingly gone missing. I politely declined. Six months after I left the school, I received a text from her asking for notes for an exam, and radio silence after that. I can’t find her on facebook. I fear she might have gone missing too.

- One night, as I was standing outside huddled in the cold, a boy came up and offered me a cigarette to help me stay warm. I turned it down, but he stood around talking to me for a few minutes afterwards. I felt absolutely no awkwardness at all. He was a musician from Colorado. He sang a bit of one of his songs. He was dropping out of school to go to California the next week. He told me I had beautiful eyes, but his were the most alive eyes I’ve ever seen so I couldn’t believe the compliment. We talked for about ten minutes and I fell a little bit in love. He had to rush off to a club meeting, but he told me he’d rather keep talking. He gave me the sweetest smile before he left. I didn’t get his last name or number and I never saw him again.

- There was a dance on Halloween. I couldn’t think of a sufficiently slutty yet classy costume, so I just went as Osgood from Doctor Who. When I got there there was a huge crowd, but people quickly grew bored and started leaving. There ended up being six people left (myself included). We stayed because we could see the upset faces of everyone who had planned the event, but actually had one of the most fun nights of my life. We- myself, the girl from across the hall, Trench Coat Boy, his tiny friend who never spoke, and a boy and girl I didn’t know who seemed to be professional dancers- danced nonstop for almost three hours. The strobe lights and poppy music solidified an unspoken bond. I had never and to this day haven’t felt as free as I did that night. The tiny quiet boy’s smile could have lit up a city. It’s etched into my mind. We all left the dance talking about the surreal feeling in the air, as if something had shifted. None of us ever mentioned the dance again. It’s still one of my fondest memories.

- For a solid month, there was someone in a gorilla costume running around campus.

- There was a rash of sexual assaults on campus. A gang of boys kept jumping girls in the woods. The only thing the school board did was give out free rape whistles at lunch one day. I missed that day, making me one of the only students on campus without a whistle. Later that night when I ordered pizza, the delivery guy tried to start up a conversation with me about all the assaults. He blamed the girls. I took back my tip.

- Sometimes the showers just…filled up with black sludge. No one knew why.

- The girls in the room next to me were very bizarre. They always shot me odd looks and whispered to each other constantly. I couldn’t figure out if they were sleeping together or not. They never washed their hands when we were in the bathroom.

- The doors to each dorm were thick and heavy and required effort to push them open. My roommate and I made sure to lock ours every night, and would triple check it. It swung open by itself almost every night. The channels on the tv would change with the remote equidistance away from us. Sometimes I heard humming in the showers when I was the only one in there.

- My roommate…deserves a whole separate post dedicated to her, honestly.

- She would call her mother and have her do her homework for her. She blasted music constantly, and it was either country or hard rap, nothing in between. She sexiled me constantly. I once walked in on anal. She’d meet guys on Tinder, fall in love with them after a couple of days, and then bring them into the school and into our room like it was no big deal. One of them made it clear he was a budding serial killer. She was in a new drama every week. One time someone called her a dilf on Yik Yak. She was firmly convinced her cousin was blonde because her aunt dyed her hair when she was pregnant. She tried her hardest to get me laid by a football player. She was the loudest drunk I’ve ever encountered. Honestly there’s just too much about her for this omfg

- John Zaffis, the famous paranormal researcher, came to the school on my birthday. I went because I’m a loser who’s been watching shows with him since I was a kid, and I was having a bad day so I decided it could be a treat. I sat in the front row. He held an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with me the entire presentation. He was impressed with my questions. He lamented about the fact he’s always cut out of movies or replaced by priests that look like him. He apparently came to the school every year around Halloween to do a ghost tour around the campus for the students. A girl allegedly killed herself in my floor’s bathroom. He apparently always got a lot of activity around the campus. Everyone in the freshman class started wondering if the rumors about the Native American burial ground were true.

- One time in “writing” class the teacher gave us a number and then whatever song came up as that when we put our music on shuffle we had to play for the class. I ended up with “Touch Me” from Spring Awakening. Midway through the song, the teacher from another class came to complain that they could hear everything. My teacher tried to defend that all music has an important message. “Molly, dear, tell her the message in this song!” I looked around the room and at the other teacher. “It’s about sex,” I said quietly. She stormed out of the room while the class started laughing.

- There was this girl that just had the natural ability to make anything boring. I feel bad saying that, because she’s such a sweet girl, and she’s smart, and she’s gorgeous, and she’s talented, but just…every time she says anything, it’s boring. I’m still friends with her on facebook, the talent transcends to writing as well. You could be having a fun, lively conversation and she could say something completely relevant to the point and yet it would still just be boring. It’s a baffling talent, I still don’t understand how she does it.

- There was a boy who’d come into my room. He lusted over my s’mores poptarts. He kept trying to hit the high notes in Broadway songs. He didn’t understand my sense of humor at all, so we both were constantly worried we were offending each other. He cried about Selena Gomez a lot.

- The dining hall only offered horrendous food. I had pasta almost every night because it was the only thing remotely edible. If you wanted good food, you had to go to Late Night, which was between like 10:30 and 1 I think??? They set it up specifically for stoners and people leaving parties. I was frequently the only sober person there. Except for the moths.

- The chief at the pasta place found out I like theater and got like…weirdly passionate about it. He kept telling me about different theater groups in the area and wanted to know if I was in the school musical. He asked me every time I went up for food.

- There was a disproportionate amount of large black birds to trees. It wasn’t hard to figure out why we so rarely saw smaller animals

- When I told my advisor I was thinking about leaving (mostly for financial reasons but also the fake classes were preventing me from getting an education I wanted, you know?), this little old man looked around his office as if checking for people listening in, then put his hand on top of mine, leaned in close, and whispered “Oh, you sweet little girl. Run as fast as you can.”

There’s definitely more but listen. This school was weird and fake and vaguely surreal and off-kilter. I am fully afraid that one day, years from now, I’m going to be driving through the back roads and pass the place where the campus should be, only I won’t find anything there at all, and won’t be able to find any trace of it ever existing. I won’t be able to find any record of it. I won’t be able to find a record of any of the people. Every time I think about this place I just get a weird feeling, like I somehow managed to escape the Twilight Zone but left a part of me behind in the process. Be careful when applying to college, kids.

The Arkansas Sleep Experiments

by reddit user nazisharks

To Those Who Sleep

This happened a few years ago. You may have heard rumors if you’re on campus. Some even circulated online. Nobody knew what really happened. Because I’m the only one who knows and I kept quiet. For a multitude of reasons. None of them matter now. Here’s what really happened.

The four of us were handpicked for this experiment by Prof. Richardson because we’d all studied under him, worked under him, and, as much as anyone can, earned his confidence.

He said this one was different. We had to keep it quiet. He wanted to keep details to a minimum. All he would tell us before going in was that he required a month of our lives and that if he succeeded sleep would never again be a necessity.

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Just so there’s no confusion: Donald Trump’s longtime personal lawyer emailed Vladimir Putin’s personal spokesman? Seeking help from the Kremlin on a deal to build a Trump Tower in Moscow? During the presidential campaign?
 
 

Yes, this really happened. While most attention was rightly focused on the devastating flood in Houston, there was quite a bit of news on the Russia front — all of it, from President Trump’s perspective, quite bad.
 
 
The revelations begin with a Trump business associate named Felix Sater . A Russian émigré who bragged about his Kremlin connections, Sater was a principal figure in development of the Trump Soho hotel and condominium project in lower Manhattan. Sater wrote a series of emails to Trump’s lawyer, Michael Cohen, touting the Moscow Trump Tower project as a way to help Trump win the presidency.
 
 
In November 2015 — five months after Trump had entered the race for the Republican presidential nomination — Sater wrote to Cohen that he had “arranged” for Trump’s daughter Ivanka, during a 2006 visit to Moscow, “to sit in Putins private chair at his desk and office in the Kremlin.”
 

The email went on, “I will get Putin on this program and we will get Donald elected. We both know no one else knows how to pull this off without stupidity or greed getting in the way. I know how to play it and we will get this done. Buddy our boy can become President of the USA and we can engineer it. I will get all of Putins team to buy in on this.”

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The bad news about ‘this Russia thing’ keeps pouring in for Trump

So Trump was lying when he tweeted, shortly before his inauguration, that “I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH RUSSIA — NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING!” The truth is that in October 2015, on the same day he participated in a GOP candidates’ debate, he signed a letter of intent for the Moscow Trump Tower project.

random sentence starters!

here’s a list of dialogue prompts that you can request from bc i love making these and they totally help with writer’s block!! so feel free to send in a number and a muse :-) **i’ll probably continue to add on to this as time goes on btw

  1. ❝i think about it every day and every night.❞
  2. ❝i.. i can’t stay..❞
  3. ❝what did you just call me?❞ 
  4. ❝i couldn’t care less. i’m with you right now, that’s all that matters.❞ 
  5. ❝please, don’t go. don’t leave me.❞ 
  6. ❝you still love her, huh?❞ 
  7. ❝frankly, my dear, i don’t give a damn❞ 
  8. ❝i’m not ready for them to find out about us.❞ 
  9. ❝it was always you.❞ 
  10. ❝you’re a coward.❞ 
  11. ❝it certainly took them long enough.❞ 
  12. ❝you’re the best part of me.❞ 
  13. ❝stay the night. please.❞ 
  14. ❝well, well. my night just got better.❞ 
  15. ❝my life would be so boring if you weren’t in it.❞ 
  16. ❝i didn’t think love existed until i met you.❞ 
  17. ❝when were you going to tell me?❞ 
  18. ❝[name], you look tired. come to bed.❞ 
  19. ❝i want to marry you.❞ 
  20. ❝you’ll be fine, i promise.❞ 
  21. ❝please get up.❞ 
  22. ❝you know i’m/we’re here for you, right?❞ 
  23. ❝don’t look at me like that.❞ 
  24. ❝your lips are so soft. i could kiss them all day.❞ 
  25. ❝i can’t fall in love with you. i don’t want all the pain that comes with that.❞ 
  26. ❝it’s nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today.❞ 
  27. ❝aww, you’re blushing like a rose!❞ 
  28. ❝you don’t need to leave so soon.❞ 
  29. ❝i can’t believe i got the first date, let slone the first year!❞ 
  30. ❝i don’t think i can do this without you.❞ 
  31. ❝i tried to move on but nobody is you.❞ 
  32. ❝you know, [name], i’m glad we’re here together.❞ 
  33. ❝hello, i’m [name], and i’m completely available.❞ 
  34. ❝i never wanted any of this to happen to you.❞ 
  35. ❝whatever it takes, isn’t that what you said?❞ 
  36. ❝i’d give up so much to have another chance.❞ 
  37. ❝you think i wanted all this?!❞ 
  38. ❝i made mistakes.. and i can’t keep pretending they didn’t happen.❞ 
  39. ❝you made mistakes.. and you can’t keep pretending they didn’t happen.❞ [for a angstier fic] 
  40. ❝this is what life’s about.❞ 
  41. ❝i’m just saying.. please believe in something.❞ 
  42. ❝you’re going to be fine.❞ 
  43. ❝it’s easier to be by myself.❞ 
  44. ❝i made i promise and now it seems that i won’t be able to keep it.❞ 
  45. ❝they don’t hate you.❞ 
  46. ❝i’m an open book.❞ 
  47. ❝i’m not going to stop leaving marks until I’m sure that every knows you’re mine.❞ 
  48. ❝look! the is so beautiful tonight!❞ 
  49. ❝if you shut up people might actually think you’re smart.❞ 
  50. ❝you have something in your hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?❞ 
  51. ❝look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but i’m still worried about you. no one deserves to be alone.❞ 
  52. ❝you could’ve died, you know?❞ 
  53. ❝can i offer you a drink?❞ 
  54. ❝coming here was your idea.❞ 
  55. ❝chin up. there’s always next time.❞ 
  56. ’Fine’? Are you mad?❞ 
  57. ❝there are rules. even for one such as you.❞ 
  58. ❝there is a thin line between a martyr and a fool.❞ 
  59. ❝oh, c’mon! i came all this way.❞ 
  60. ❝shame.  i kind of liked you.❞ 
  61. ❝i still believe there is a good person in you.❞ 
  62. ❝you’re kidding right? Right?❞ 
  63. ❝i knew this day would come.. sooner or later.❞ 
  64. ❝i’ll be fine, i promise.❞ 
  65. ❝i just want to hold you.❞ 
  66. ❝you know we belong together. i knew it the first time i saw you, and you know it, too. i know you do.❞ 
  67. ❝could i sit here? all the other tables are full.❞ 
  68. ❝i came here to explain and i’m not leaving until you listening.❞ 
  69. ❝stay alive for me, please.❞ 
  70. ❝i promise.❞ 
  71. ❝you’re the best part of me.❞ 
  72. ❝are you really taking their side against mine?❞ 
  73. ❝i had to see you again.❞ 
  74. ❝help me understand.❞ 
  75. ❝look, i don’t have much time, but i wanted to tell you that i love you.❞ 
  76. ❝no one needs to know.❞
  77. ❝you people are insufferable.❞ 
  78. ❝yes, s/he is.. s/he’s perfect.❞ 
  79. ❝i don’t believe i’ve introduced myself properly. how rude of me!❞ 
  80. ❝may i ask for a name to put to a lovely face?❞ 
  81. ❝just hold me.❞ 
  82. ❝i’m with you, okay? always.❞ 
  83. ❝s/he started it!❞ 
  84. ❝i didn’t realize i needed your permission.❞ 
  85. ❝everyone i’ve loved has either died or left me and i’ll be damned if you name is added to that list.❞ 
  86. ❝how could you let this happen?!❞ 
  87. ❝i’ll be fine love.❞ 
  88. ❝stop worrying so much! i’m grown i can take care of myself!❞ 
  89. ❝if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you’re trying to seduce me.❞ 
  90. ❝i wish i never even met her/him!❞ 
  91. ❝you thought you had a choice?❞ 
  92. ❝i don’t have a choice, [name].❞ 
  93. ❝you’ll do amazing, just like always.❞ 
  94. ❝you’re ridiculously comfortable..❞ 
  95. ❝a little cuddling won’t kill you, i promise.❞ 
  96. ❝i always sleep better when you’re here with me.❞ 
  97. ❝it isn’t up for debate.❞ 
  98. ❝you’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.❞ 
  99. ❝i can’t do this anymore.. not with you..❞ 
  100. ❝i’ve had a rough day and honestly all i want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.❞ 
The Seven Days of Hell - LWTM #1

Imagine: Living with the Marauders and when that time of the month comes around, no one knows what to do. Well, except Sirius. He has a plan. Plus, this gif of Sirius.

Originally posted by helloimaginesgalore

Sirius walked into the kitchen, clutching a calendar and a cigarette. He was in scarlet and gold pajama pants, a pair of your rainbow colored toe socks, hair tousled and wand tucked behind his ear. Remus sat at the kitchen table, clutching the Daily Prophet and a cup of coffee. James sat in another chair, eyes closed. Peter sat across from him, lazily levitating the pepper shaker into the air and moving it up and down, occasionally sprinkling some in James Potter’s hair. 

“It is the first day of the seven days of hell,” Sirius announced, holding the calendar up and pointing to the date. The block had ‘the flood begins’ in red marker in James’ handwriting inside it. Remus put the paper down and took a sip of his coffee, staring at Sirius with raised eyebrows. James’ eyes shot open. Peter lowered the pepper shaker. Sirius spoke again, “I fear while this day will be full of terrible, treacherous trials, it will not be the worst of them. Tomorrow, I feel, will be the most intense battle of these seven days of dangerous conflicts. Today, we will prepare ourselves secretly, while also making the day more tolerable for our dearest Y/N.” 

“And how to you propose we do that, Pads?” Remus asked. 

“Ah, Moony, my skeptical mate, I have been up all night preparing,” Sirius answered, tapping the calendar with his wand and making it vanish. “In my eight hours of debate with myself on how to go about this correctly, I have decided the best way to accomplish a twelve hour truce with the bleeding, brooding beast is simply breakfast in bed.”

“Well,” James piped up. “I think that’s a great plan, Sirius. But, I must say that the best way to start off this genius plan is not to call Y/N a bleeding, brooding beast.” 

“My apologies, Prongs,” Sirius said with a smug smirk. “A moment of weakness, my friend, a moment of fear. Now, since this is my wonderfully thought out, foolproof, perfect plan, I’ve decided that I’m captain of this operation. So, with that being said - Moony, get on the eggs! Peter, there’s fresh oranges in the cupboard. Make our girl the best glass of O.J. she’ll ever taste! Prongs, the bacon, boy! Get to work!” 

Remus stood up, depositing his coffee cup in the sink, and moving towards the stove, “And just what will you be doing, Padfoot?” 

“What will I be doing?” Sirius asked incredulously. “I, Moony, will be making the most perfectly toasted, precisely buttered toast for our dearest housemate!” 

With this being said and orders being distributed, the kitchen was launched into a chaos of shuffling feet, sizzling grease, and Sirius marching around with his toast, barking orders at everyone. In twenty minutes, Y/N’s breakfast was done and plated wonderfully. Sirius had prepared a cute wooden tray with a sky blue plate filled with eggs, bacon, and toast upon it. On it also sat a glass of orange juice and tucked under the plate was a chocolate frog, courtesy of Remus. Beside her plate was a small bowl of sliced strawberries and a fork wrapped in a napkin. 

Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus all stood huddled around it, contemplating. Peter let out a sigh, “Do you think this is enough? For a truce?” 

“It has to be,” Sirius answered. “Anything else would be far too much of a risk. It wouldn’t be thought through. Not foolproof.” 

With a shaky breath, James hoisted the tray into the air with his wand, “I’ll go first.” 

“Thank you for your sacrifice, James,” Sirius nodded, following him up the stairs. They walked in a straight, tense line. James, then Sirius, Peter behind him, and Remus taking up the rear. They reached the door much faster than any of them would’ve liked. 

“She likes you the best Moony,” Peter hissed. “You knock.” 

“Oh, absolutely not,” Remus replied hastily with a grin. “She definitely fancies James.”

With a small squeak, James raised his hand to the door and knocked thrice. They all stood outside awaiting a response. Seconds later, they received one. A sleepy voice on the inside croaked out, “Come in.” 

Peter pushed open the door and James strutted through, hoisting your food through the door and over to you, allowing it to land gently in your lap. The orange juice barely sloshed. Remus spoke first as Y/N gawked silently at them. He grinned, “This is our offering, O’ Bloody One.” 

Sirius’ eyes went wide and he kicked Remus in the shin. But, you were laughing. The tension in the room fell and the boys all slumped with relief. You smiled down at your breakfast and back up at the Marauders. “You boys are so sweet.” 

“Anything for our girl,” Sirius grinned. 

Silence filled the room like a gas and the boys just stood there, watching you chomp down on bacon. After two pieces, you rolled your eyes, “Well c’mon then, loves. Are we not going to have a lovely breakfast and make fun of the muggle television this morning?” 

With grunts and giggled, the boys all snuggled into your king size bed. James inched in beside you, snaking arm arm around your waist. Sirius plopped a pillow down on your legs, laying horizontally across the bed, head on your legs. Peter filed in on your other side, laying his head on your shoulder. Remus placed himself in the space between James and Sirius, sticking a pillow on James’ stomach and leaning against it, sprawling his legs out across Sirius’ torso. James turned on the TV with a click of a button. 

A blonde newswoman appeared on the screen pointing at what appeared to be a cold front. You grinned to yourself as James pressed a kiss to your cheek and Sirius started giggling about the misspelling of the word front on the screen. 

“What kind of word is ‘fornt’?” he asked, laughing. 

Faking your period had to be one of the best things you’d ever done.

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How ‘Captain America: Steve Rogers’ Is Trying To Disassociate HYDRA From Nazis And Why It Won’t Work

I’ve written about this on Twitter a few times, but I think it’s worth getting down all in one place. In the pages of Captain America: Steve Rogers it was revealed that Steve — through Cosmic Cube related shenanigans — is actually a member of HYDRA and is seeking to install said group into power. A lot of people are mad about this because HYDRA are Nazis, but the comic is working very hard to make the argument that they’re not. I don’t agree with that argument, but I think it’s important to look at how it is being made.

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Theory: Caliborn Wrote The Ending, with proof

Hello. I’ve never really done a proper theory post before, but I really hope I can manage to make my points clear? Because this is something I feel strongly about.

First of all, today is October 28th 2016, Homestuck had its Credits three days ago, and Hussie has been hinting at an Epilogue to come. Many people really want the Epilogue, because they feel Homestuck’s ending was unsatisfying. The reasons for this, and whether I agree with them or not, are up for debate and are more complex than they seem. But one reason people have proposed is that Hussie grew tired of writing Homestuck and just whipped up an ending. That is the viewpoint I absolutely disagree with, and I believe I can (if not prove) make a convincing case against. Which means I believe I can make a convincing case for the suggestion that Hussie had this entire ending planned, including people’s dissatisfaction with the ending and the reasons why they found it unsatisfying.

So then. What was the ending, again? Let’s describe it from the perspective of one who didn’t like the ending.

John finds his way into a rewritten world where his friends are not really the friends he knows. Roxy is dead here, indirectly killed by John’s own choice (but it’s okay because we know the real Roxy is still alive). The protagonists fight the Big Bad witch and inexplicably kill her with one lucky blow off-screen. A wolf thing, presented as a dire threat, has nothing to do with the actual fight and is neutralized and appeased naturally. A robotic killer is threatening but ultimately blows itself up. The audience is rewarded with, essentially, fanart of Homestuck characters being affectionate with each other. The audience is pissed off by this turn of events; after all that was built up, suddenly our favourite characters are being drawn by other people, suddenly all plot seems to have been forgotten and just strung together with contrivances. It feels like an insult to everything we’ve come to admire. The next Act, instead of providing more answers, we just get anime, and still not drawn by Hussie. A little while later, we hear again from the story, and we see our focal point character is despondent and mournful, deciding ultimately to take action and leaving us on a cliffhanger.

(I gave this description on Reddit, though I added the last sentence specifically for this post)

That is the ending, right? Let’s go over it again.

John finds his way into a retconned timeline, where the art is predominantly a different style than Hussie’s conventional (and when it is Hussie’s, it is “fast and loose”).

His friends are there, but John is consciously aware that they’re not literally the same people he has known all his life. 


John’s very act of arriving in this retconned timeline (his Choice with Typheus in A6A6I4) necessitated that the new Roxy would have to die (which is okay because there is still the old Roxy).


The new John died before we came to this timeline.

The protagonists fight the witch (Batterwitch), the wolf (Jack), and the robot (different Jack).


The witch is inexplicably killed with one lucky blow. (The audience is rewarded with “fanart” of Homestuck characters being affectionate with each other, including a wedding.)


A wolf thing, presented as a dire threat, has nothing to do with the actual fight and is neutralized and appeased naturally, non-lethally.


A robotic killer is threatening but ultimately blows itself up.

The audience is pissed off by this turn of events; after all that was built up, suddenly our favourite characters are being drawn by other people, suddenly all plot seems to have been forgotten and just strung together with contrivances.


The next Act, instead of providing more answers, we just get anime, and still not drawn by Hussie.


A little while later, we hear again from the story (Credits), and we see our focal point character (John) is despondent and mournful…

…deciding ultimately to take action (fight Caliborn) and leaving us on a cliffhanger leading presumably up to the Masterpiece.

Does this… make sense? Do you see why I personally believe this whole “ending” is just another ruse, another instance of Homestuck being shaped like itself?

Preferences: Finding Out You’re Pregnant

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Rowan:

He’s in the room when you find out. His hand is tightly latched onto your own as the healer informs you. A huge grin fills his face as he looks between you and your stomach. ‘Little baby bird.’ He says suddenly, making you laugh. ‘I’ve been waiting to say that for centuries.’ Rowan tells you, resting his forehead against your hip and breathing in your new scent. ‘My mama and my baby bird.’ He murmurs. You’re pretty sure he’s in shock. Your hand rakes through his hair, briefly wondering if your child will inherit his silver locks. ‘My papa bird.’ You chuckle. Rowan looks up at you, tears swimming in his eyes. You hand drifts to his tattoo, trailing down the expanse of his face. He turns his head to kiss your palm. ‘Thank you.’ He whispers. ‘For giving me a chance to be a papa bird.’

Rhysand:

You have been trying for a couple years…. okay a couple decades, and you and Rhys are becoming uncertain that it will ever happen. You’ve even had a couple miscarriages that almost destroyed Rhys. The two of you would stay up for days after you found out, holding each other and silently crying, trying to reassure yourselves that it would all be okay, even though it wasn’t. When the healer does inform you that you are with child, you keep it to yourself for a couple months, not wanting Rhys to have to go through the pain of losing another child. However, when you reach the end of your first trimester, it’s almost impossible to hide it from him anymore, plus it’s the farthest you’ve ever gotten. So, you tell Rhys and he just looks at you in disbelief, suddenly connecting the dots from the last three months, and it all falls into place. ‘It’s healthy?’ you nod. ‘It’s been three months?’ you nod again, suddenly feeling selfish for hiding it from him. But Rhys is so happy. He pulls you into his arms and buries his face in your hair and breathes in your scent that he knew had changed but hadn’t come to terms with yet, and he just holds you for hours, crying softly tears of joy. 

Dorian:

It spread around the castle like wildfire and most of the royal staff knows that you’re pregnant before Dorian does. He’s about to begin a meeting when one of his advisors come up to him and congratulates him. Needless to say, Dorian is confused and with a look of horror, the advisor scurries away. It doesn’t take him long to find out why the castle is abuzz, and he storms around trying to find you. When he finally sees you in the garden, it just blurts out. ‘You’re pregnant?’ You turn around to look at him nervously, nodding once and preparing yourself for any reaction. But Dorian is already across the space between you and has your face in his hands, kissing you fiercely. You feel phantom caresses along your abdomen, and soon his real hands join them after he breaks the kiss. ‘You’re pregnant.’ He repeats in awe and amazement. 

Cassian:

He almost doesn’t believe you when you first tell him. He thinks you’re joking. ‘That’s not a very nice prank, sweetheart.’ He mumbles, flipping the omelette in it’s pan and not even looking at you. The smell of the eggs makes you vomit into the sink and then Cassian is there, holding your hair back with wide eyes. ‘Wait, you’re serious?’ You nod, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and looking up at him worriedly. Suddenly Cassian is kneeling in front of you, his cheek pressed against your stomach. ‘i love you.’ He whispers as you trail your fingers through his hair, a peaceful smile on your face. ‘I love you too.’ Cassian chuckles, glancing up at you. ‘I was talking to our child, but yeah, I love you as well.’ You roll your eyes but can’t help but grin as he murmurs again, ‘our child’.

Chaol:

You’re laying in bed, his arm wrapped around your waist, his fingers trailing along your abdomen, when it just slips. His hand freezes and you are really glad you aren’t facing him to see his expression. Of course, Chaol fixes that immediately, turning you over, a wondrous look in his eyes as he stares at you. ‘You are pregnant?’ He clarifies. You nod. ‘With my child?’ You laugh and nod again.  Chaol leans forward and places a small kiss on your temple. Then another on your nose. And another on your cheek bone. He places light pecks all along your face and neck. “I *kiss* have wanted this, *kiss* have prayed for this *kiss* since I *kiss* fell in love *kiss* with you.” You can’t help but giggle as his lips trail unhurriedly across your skin. He worships your body that night, placing the same kisses all over your body as a thank you for being his wife, the love of his life, and now the mother of his child. 

Azriel:

His shadows let him know the minute your scent changes. He debates hiding it from you until you’re at least a few more days along, but he is unable to hide his excitement. ‘What is it?’ You ask, and Azriel is pretty sure you are already glowing. in response, a shadow lingers over your stomach, dancing along your skin, somehow both protective and excited. ‘Really?’ He nods, a huge grin breaking out on his face. There is no sign of doubt in his face, no worry or darkness. He is unbelievably happy and it’s contagious. The two of you look down at your still flat stomach, where a shadow has now attached itself. It does not look like it’s leaving. And it doesn’t. Azriel’s faithful shadow stays in front of your stomach as it grows, a protecter, informer, and reminder of the joy growing within. 

Lorcan:

He probably has a better track of your periods than you do, so he’s the first one to notice when you are late, and it doesn’t take him too long to figure out why. ‘Are you with child?’ He asks blatantly one morning, when you once again are not bleeding. You are taken aback by the question, not yet fully realizing that you are in fact late. You quickly do the math in your head and your eyes widen. ‘I-I might be.’ There is a flicker of emotion on his face that you can’t quite decipher. ‘Would you be okay if I was?’ Lorcan’s expression softens. ‘I would be ecstatic.’ He assures, and you feel a huge weight lifted off your shoulders. ‘Now, let’s go find a healer.’ His need to find out for sure makes you laugh. When you find out that you are, indeed, pregnant, Lorcan is just smiling faintly to himself, proud to have figured it out. And suddenly, he starts laughing. Lorcan Salvaterre full on erupts in laughter, tears streaming down his cheeks and he kisses you soundly as you look at him, wide eyed. ‘Hellas, I’m gonna be a dad.’ He whispers, and chuckles once more. 

Lucien:

He was gone for a couple months on an Emissary trip and when he comes back he is in for a surprise. You’re standing there, a pronounced bump protruding from your torso, and Lucien is stunned motionless. ‘Is that…?’ He asks, gesturing towards your stomach. You can practically see the wheels turning in his head as he does the math. ‘Is it…?’ He points to himself and you nod again. Quickly, he crosses the space between you, his hands stopping inches from your stomach and then he looks up at you for permission. You pull his hands the rest of the way, setting them on where he is most likely to feel it kick. Somehow, the baby knows right away who it is, and Lucien gasps at the small pressure that hits his hand. Tears gather in his eyes as he looks back up at you. ‘I’m sorry I was gone so long.’ He murmurs. ‘If I’d have known -’ ‘It’s okay.’ You interrupt, ‘You’re here now, and our child has a father.’ Lucien grins again, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips and another to your stomach. ‘I’m your dad.’ He tells the baby, and the months of missing him are relieved from your shoulders. 

Aedion:

His heightened sense of smell notifies him only a few hours after the healer told you. ‘Why is your scent different?’ He extracts his nose from your neck in the middle of a heated make-out session. You can practically see all of the different possibilities running through his mind until it clicks. ‘You’re not….’ You are unable to meet his eyes as Aedion gasps. ‘Are you mad?’ You ask, afraid of the answer. Instead of words, Aedion responds by nuzzling his head into your stomach. It’s your turn to gasp as he kisses your navel, memorizing your new scent. ‘Far from it, button.’ He assures. ‘We’re gonna have a tiny wolf!’ The relief that courses through you is overwhelming. ‘You’re impossible.’ you mutter lovingly, running your fingers through his long hair. He rests his chin on your stomach and looks up at you. ‘And I’m also your baby daddy.’ 

Helion:

With his endless knowledge, Helion sees the signs immediately. One night, he switches out the novel on your nightstand for a book about pregnancy in fae. ‘What the….’ You look up at him, confused, but he’s just staring at you, a small genuine smile dancing on his lips. ‘You’ll need that, better brush up on what to expect…’ His hand drifts to rest on your abdomen. ‘When you’re expecting.’ Helion chuckles at your wide-eyed expression, letting his fingers play along your exposed skin. ‘Your mommy is in shock.’ He coos to your stomach, laughter rumbling through his body. ‘Hopefully she get’s over it soon.’ He picks up the book and flips to the first page. ‘Because she has a lot of reading to do.’ And then he begins to read aloud. 

Fenrys:

He picks you up and twirls you around when you tell him, then scoops you up in his arm and refuses to set you down. He carries you all around, telling everyone that he is practicing carrying his child while you bury your face in his neck in embarrassment. He doesn’t set you down for hours, and even then, it’s in bed and he puts you in his lap. ‘Are you ever going to let me walk ever again?’ He seems to think about it. ‘Maybe once our baby can walk as well.’ Fenrys sends you a wolfish grin and pulls you closer to him, kissing your shoulder and looking up at you with big eyes. ‘Our baby.’

Kallias: 

He immediately goes into planning mode, worrying about your health and the food and the crib and the clothes etc etc etc. And then suddenly, he stops his pacing and looks at you, a new light shining in his eyes. You’re sitting on the bed, watching him with amusement as he panics, and raise an eyebrow. ‘What should we name her?’ You’re taken aback. ‘Her?’ You’re barely a month along there is no way either of you can know the gender. Kallias shrugs, a small smile on his lips. ‘Yeah, a little baby snowflake girl.’ You smile back, because he’s excited, and that makes you excited too.

Gavriel:

He finds out during a party with the rest of your friends. Someone offers you a drink and you decline, drawing Gavriel’s attention. You look up at him sheepishly. ‘I was going to tell you….’ Suddenly, he realizes what’s happening. Gavriel exclaims, drawing everyone’s attention and you blush bright red. ‘We’re gonna have a kitten?’ He asks. You slap his shoulder. ‘Don’t call it that!’ But your friends are all rejoicing, congratulating you. Gavriel can’t look away, his eyes pinned on you and a mischievous look in his gaze. You have a feeling his once-in-a-century joke is about to happen. Instead, his hands go to your hips and he just smiles. ‘I’m definitely calling it a kitten.’ 

Tamlin:

He found our you were cheating on him because the new scent that is now mixed with yours is definitely not a product of him. You break up with his sorry ass and go to your baby daddy and the two of you are very happy.

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Essays in Existentialism: Footy

International Soccer Player Star Lexa au is and forever will be my dream

The heat rolled off of the pavement in the afternoon. Stagnant and ornery, it listlessly bullied everyone in the streets until they were just as uncomfortable and oppressed, just as mad, just as sweaty and tired and beat up like the harsh summer day. The bustle of the street didn’t stop though, despite the heat, despite the heaviness. Instead, people milled about as best the could, fanning themselves with their hands or papers or ducking into stores, eating ice cream, and failing against nature itself.

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anonymous asked:

Are you comfortable to share your coming out story with us? Much love from a tiny baby bi that's peeked out the closet a couple times but hid again.

(( OOC: *chokes* 

… Welllll… *sweats* Um… Okay. So, here’s the deal. 

Years ago, I went through the process of figuring myself out and exploring my sexuality (which is a continual process, lemme tell you). 

I had two co-workers who were both bi. They had been talking to me about it, a lot, and urging me to experiment. 

Sooo… one night, at a company party… at my house… I got a little black-out drunk. This is the ONLY time I have ever gotten that drunk (please drink responsibly children, it’s not fun to get to that point. Not fun at all.) and I guess… at some point, I decided it would be a great idea to make out with my co-workers S.O.

I knew that the S.O. was bi, and I guess somewhere in my drunk brain I decided, “HEY! GREAT IDEA!” 

I have no idea who initiated, pretty sure it was me… but don’t worry! They were both perfectly alright with it and it was completely consensual. 

So… yeah. That happened. 

The next day, I woke up with a terrible hang-over and had a bit of a panic attack as it all came flooding back to me. 

I kind of sat there for a while, debating with myself as I tried to figure out how to tell my parents. I’ve always told my parents everything, and I wasn’t about to hide this, but I was terrified

I went upstairs and pulled my mom aside, then kind of just blurted out, “I don’t know how to tell you this, so I’m just going to say it really fast. I made out with insert-name-here last night.” 

My mom just kind of sat there for a minute, then sighed really loudly and went, “Really… insert-name-here?”  

What a relief.

My mom then went downstairs to dish to my dad, and I heard my dad laughing hysterically two floors below me… 

He then proceeded to tease me for the rest of the day… and that was pretty much it. 

So… as far as coming out stories go… mine was pretty alright. ;) )) 

I just wanted to let everyone know how important it is to be kind and accepting of others, because I just got a very big reminder of how much your words can impact others. Let’s just start by saying I’ve been debating whether or not to continue a hobby for quite some time. Today, I was working at this hobby when a lady made a nasty comment to me. That was all it took to shove me ever closer to the side of quitting. She only said a few words to me and she may have just severely altered my life by it. So, I just wanted to remind everyone to be kind. You don’t know what another person might have went through that day, or how your comment might affect them. Please spread positivity and kindness, because just the opposite of what I mentioned here could happen too. Your kindness could brighten someone’s day or even go as far as to save their life!

I understand that many Rika fans empathise with her and get defensive because they knew someone with a serious mental illness that was harmful to themselves/others around them, but I also find it extremely ironic and unfair that Jihyun fans who know victims of abuse or have been abused THEMSELVES are not expected to be defensive when someone tries to pass the victim off as a villain? We’re not even trying to say Jihyun is perfect, but the arguments I’ve seen are mindblowing! The absolute lack of tact when saying “all she did was scratch out his eyes”, as if she didn’t take away his vision, the very thing he used to pursue his photography career with passion and enjoy the sights of life and just live like a goddamn normal human being. Hell, I’m not even going to talk about the pain factor and how he didn’t bother to get them treated at all, guaranteeing certain blindness. Do you HAVE to invalidate someone’s abuse as a back up for your favourite character?

My aunt herself was a victim of abuse. Her husband had mental issues and depression, so he drank the pain away. And where I am, drinking alcohol is taboo, so he beat her up (a pregnant woman!) and she had to stay silent for both their sakes. Now, my aunt is not a perfect person and I can list off the top of my head 20 flaws she has, but similarly, she had a good heart; and even if she didn’t, NO ONE DESERVES THIS KIND IF TREATMENT.

I’m not even asking anyone to like V. Just. Can you maybe NOT invalidate the abuse he went through? No one seems to have trouble recognising Saeran’s abuse and Rika’s mental illness, yet the number of people dead set of insisting that V had it coming frankly makes me feel nauseous.

And to be frank, V’s unhealthy infatuation with Rika is stronly bordering on mental illness on itself. It stopped being any healthy definition of “love” and turned into a toxic, hurtful obsession the minute she hurt him and he still remained so determined to “save her”, as she had insisted before that “God cannot save me, but maybe [V] can”. His spiral into depression is really fucking obvious with the number of times he says he wishes he were dead: had I been on my laptop, some helpful screenshot’s from Zen’s route, day 10, would have been provided.

Thank you for reading my rant.
Note: I am bitter against Rika, I do not despise her and I think she deserves mental help; which, post secret endings, she appears to be getting anyway.
Also, I encourage arguments and debates but if you’re here to say “V did things wrong too”, save it. I know. This is literally irrelevant to the post, I never claimed he was perfect and all I did was state that he DOES NOT deserve what happened to him.

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Tumblr is a great place I feel to voice my concerns with my life, my career, the community, and more. It’s a place where I know a lot of my fans will never go, but the ones that are here are the most dedicated and supportive that I can have, and for that I am so greatful. So I just wanted to give a check in with you guys as recently, I’ve gone somewhat social media quiet. Well… I’ve gotten quieter.

Now I’m not very political nor do I enjoy being involved in politics or any situation there involved, but I will say something that eats away at me every day and that’s the current state of YouTube and how it harms it’s creators more and more. And while that’s not a very political statement, the current status quo of YouTube, the current popular trends, and the current popular creators makes me sick to my stomach. I don’t mean to call out any specific creators, because in my mind it’s not about any one person. It’s about the type of content that diminishes the entire point of YouTube by creating a certain culture that I can only describe as … anatagonistic culture. Creators purposefully attacking other youtubers, wither they be friends, family, or significant others only for the mere existence of boosting their careers. It’s a never ending spiral of negativity designed to fuel the careers of creators involved while reinforcing the idea to their audiences that “Hey - being an awful person will get you far, as long as you have a scandal to go along with it”.

I don’t blame them or shame them by any means - it’s in fact genius from the business stand point that I totally respect. But what it does for me is make me feel inadequate or stupid. Youtubers, no matter the size, friendship, or circumstance, will always compare each other to one another, and it sucks. It’s something I try my best to never do. But it’s very disheartening to make the content you want to make or the videos you really care about, only to see your content get pushed to the bottom of subscriber feeds because there’s MAD beef about so and so happening right now. At the end of the day, I think what bums me out isn’t that these people are more famous than me or my peers. But that there’s not really content there so much as it’s hype hit pieces for people to salivate at while the other portions of the community struggle with ad demonetization, content ID claims, subscriber feeds not working, and videos about Spider-Man sleeping with Elsa to make her have a baby while hold 15 fidget spinners dabbing while listening to Gangum Style but every time the word Gangum Style is said , the first 5 minutes of Bee Movie is played.

TL:DR -Jirard yells at cloud.

My silence on social media as of late, and really even my own Patreon, twitch, and Game wisp discord’s, comes from a place of not having the energy to voice my concerns. Mostly because there are worse things going on in the world other than youtube hypocrisy. But my silence does not mean I don’t appreciate you guys the fans. It’s the exact opposite. I appreciate every single one of you. I just don’t want to talk about what’s on my mind because talking about it makes me feel worse as a human being. It starts debates that never end well. It starts wars and protests. It’s all that shit. Besides - that’s why I have a therapist who can make fun of me when I overact when someone tells me to suck less ;P

In the end? Thank you for listening. Know that I love you, and I hope that you are doing well, each and every day. And while I don’t say this enough, you made a difference in my life, and that’s why I make videos every week - to continue to try and make a difference in yours.

Jirard

a super duper long list of fun times my friends and i had last year:
- found out our vice principal was on an episode of Miami Ink
- lying down in spaces in the wall that used to be trophy cases
- one friend lying down in the middle of the hall when the spaces in the wall were filled with our books
- walking into science class to find our super chill science teacher blasting heavy metal music
- science teacher overhearing some of us debating which one we’d rather have trepanning or lobotomy
- spending an entire math class listening and talking about video game soundtracks
- creating code names for all the sportos in our core classes (math, science, english, geography). some examples are: li'l grape, bread, toaster, donny, pigeon
- overheard someone in the halls say, “when the bee says no, you do not.”
- pressured our vice principal into going on a huge water ride at a local amusement park with us (it was an annual field trip for chorus and band kids)
- another overheard quote: “it is sunday, my disciples! AAAAHHHH!” we don’t go to a catholic school, we go to a public school
- blew up balloons and drew faces on them in science class. named them Archduke Franz Ferdinand, The Black Hand, Gavrilo Princip, Wolfgang Amadeus, and Margaret Thatcher
- had a girls vs boys math trivia in our honors class. i answered every question. the teacher let the boys answer the last one first because i was “too fast” but they didn’t get it. when class was over, one of the sportos came up to me, with tears in his eyes, and said, “we were using calculators but you weren't…we just couldn’t beat you…”
- overheard in chorus: “i’m being deported back to ireland.”
- school had a crazy sock day that included not having to wear shoes all day (except lunch) to raise money. no one really participated, but on friend lent me these amazing thigh high sparkly christmas socks that had white faux fur on the top. i wore them all day with bright pink booty shorts but couldn’t get dress coded cuz of the socks
- overheard quote: “to all my fellow birdwatchers… ca caw! CA CAW!”
- ran around school wearing pride flags as capes
- stopped chorus from continuing to practice cuz we all started chanting We Will Rock You by Queen
- caused my science teacher to fall on the ground laughing on field day when one friend threw a frisbee full force at me and hitting me in the thigh while i was distracted, busy complaining about the heat, causing me to immediately flop on the ground in pain
- caused science teacher to have to pause a debate on whether or not our state should have an earthquake evacuation plan cuz he was laughing too hard. turns out it was because i had yelled out, “more people are killed each year from being crushed by falling vending machines than by shark attacks, and earthquakes aren’t helping!”
- my chorus friends and i waged war on our band friends. band kids won, though the chorus kids had some great victories, including getting some friends to laugh while performing in concerts
- somehow ended up becoming friends with a sporto??? li'l grape even gave some of us nicknames too. two of my friends were li'l blueberry and li'l strawberry, while i was big watermelon
- sporto: i think i know why you call him li'l grape. ‘cause he has a little… li'l grape: NO! big watermelon hasn’t even seen it… sporto: it’s pretty obvious why you call her big watermelon *looks at his own chest*
- standing up in front of our geography class and reenacting captain america: civil war, complete with a shield, flower crowns, and tony’s goatee

this isn’t even all of it, there’s too many to remember just from last year

cuddling with tom / headcanon

hey everyone!

so i should actually study for the like 3 tests i have tomorrow but i’m actually in the mood to write something, so here i am!

this is probably going to end up being trashy but i guess it’s okay.

i love you all so so much!

masterlist 


Originally posted by tbholland


after work cuddles:

  • you coming home after a long day to see tom lazily resting on the couch
  • you debate on joining him because he looks so comfortable
  • but that’s all until he makes the grabby hand motion and your heart melts
  • “hello, love. how was work today?”
  • he genuinely cares about your day and is prepared to listen
  • he even wants you to go into more detail then you already do
  • homeboy just really loves to hear you talk
  • and on days he’s shooting, you’d show up in his trailer and for the couple hours he had to himself, he’d cuddle with you
  • but sometimes you two would end up falling asleep with each other
  • the rest of the crew has definitely seen you two asleep and cuddling before
  • let’s not mention how they all have a picture of the two of you like that 
  • harrison doesn’t even mind anymore, he just lets you two be
  • maybe he even puts something on his instagram story of the two of you
  • who knows?


rainy day cuddles:

  • the two of you laying down in bed all day
  • wrapped up in each other
  • watching movies all day long
  • listening to the sound of the rain patter off the roof of the house
  • honestly, what more could you ask for?
  • ordering delivery so that neither of you two have to leave the house
  • no one’s complaining about how close you two are
  • taking in his scent
  • and him taking in yours
  • plus you get to run your fingers through his curls
  • you’re so lucky
  • but on a real note, cuddling with tom on a rainy day would just consist of long conversations, kisses, and sleeping


morning cuddles:

  • you waking up to an arm slung around your waist
  • but you’re not complaining
  • tom’s morning voice
  • “good morning, darling.”
  • holy shit ^
  • morning cuddles are just really lazy and probably the most needed
  • “tom you gotta let me go.”
  • “but you’re so warm.”
  • “i gotta get to work or my boss will be pissed.”
  • him finally letting you go 
  • but deep down, you’re fighting the urge to stay in bed with him
  • but when he shoots you the puppy dog eyes
  • and pouts his lip
  • and he looks so desperate for affection, you crack
  • you grab your phone and call your office building
  • “hi, this is y/n y/l/n calling in to say that i won’t be in today,” you say in a fake-sick-voice before you pretend to cough,”i’m not feeling too well.”
  • when you hang up the phone, tom gives you a smirk
  • “you’re such a badass.” 
  • you giggle as you climb back into the warm bed sheets with him
  • he lets out a laugh as he buries his head into your neck, leaving a soft kiss
  • the rest of the day is spent in bed and just enjoying each other’s company

overall, you’re so lucky


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IMAGINE Yuta...

SO FUCKING YUTA LOOKS GOOD AS SHIT AND I COULDNT HOLD MYSELF BACK FROM THIS ONE OKAY. DONT FUCKINH DEBATE WITH ME IM TIRED AND YUTA IS JUST SIDKSHSKSHS

ahem, anyway… 

Originally posted by neotechs


  • Imagine Yuta being that total asshole cocky kid that goes to your college 
  • don’t tell me I know thats the complete opposite of him okay
  • anyway, one day during the 3 hour break you have between your classes
  • you’re like sitting down in the courtyard
  • studying, being a gOOD CHILD 
  • and Winwin walks up to you like the little squish he is 
  • and he’s like “hey (Y/n), I brought a friend with me if you don’t mind” 
  • and you’re all smiles because “any friend of Sicheng’s is a friend of mine” 
  • lol hunnyyyy mistake   
  • Yuta plops down in across from you - adjacent from Winwin 
  • and you’re like “Hi, I’m (Y/n), I’m a (insert major) major. Nice to meet you,” and you’re all polite and everything 
  • and this bOY IS LIKE “I’m Yuta.” iN LIKE THE STANKEST ATTITUDE 
  • and you lean over to Sicheng and you’re like “Is he always like this?” 
  • and the poor beb doesn’t know what’s wrong with his friend today. 
  • and he explains that he’s not normally like that,,, 
  • so being the nice person you are, you brush it off and assume he’s having a bad day 
  • and skip to another day you guys meet 
  • your friend is like a dance major or something 
  • and she always talks about Yuta and how he’s hot and a great dancer and actor and singer 
  • and just a great performer overall 
  • and one day while you’re strolling through the performing arts section of the uni
  • you see Yuta 
  • and he’s like dancing to this song 
  • and suddenly it’s very cliche in here you find yourself watching him from outside the door
  • he dances so gracefully and it’s honestly extremely pleasing to the eye 
  • and then the music stops and he turns around and for some reason 
  • you just duck, as if you were spying on him in secret
  • well technically you were spying on him, but you didn’t mean to do it in secret
  • it just happened
  • you were ducked on the lower non-glass part of the door 
  • and you thought you were good 
  • so you start crawling away for some reason 
  • and he comes out of the practice room and he’s like 
  • “uh…. (Y/n)? Why are you crawling on the floor?” 
  • and your face goes red as you stand back up and dust your clothes off and you’re like 
  • “why are you standing?” and as soon as you say it, you regret it 
  • but he laughs yeA HE LAUGHS GIVING YOU ONEOF THOSE ADORABLE LAUGHS AND SMILES 
  • And he’s like “because we normally stand on the floor, not crawl.” 
  • and you’re still embarrassed so you’re like “so why don’t you stand in the practice room and let me crawl out here!” 
  • and he just laughs harder and the further this conversation goes the more stupid you look 
  • when he’s done laughing, he looks at you and says “I saw you watching me dance from the mirror, so I wanted to invite you in.” 
  • and you go even more red (if thats even possible)
  • he steps out from underneath the door frame and goes to grab your hand
  • your obvious redness telling him that you’d probably enjoy the company seeming like you didn’t have anything to do anyway 
  • pulling you inside the room he gives a smile more of a smirk as he walks towards the radio
  • “You wanna dance with me?” He’d ask
  • “oh no I don-”
  • “Come on it’ll be fun! Loosen up a bit.” 
  • and without another word, he just pulls you over to the middle of the room 
  • and teaches you some moves 
  • and it’s honestly so tiring, yet so fun 
  • after an hour or so, you guys are both extremely tired 
  • and you’re leaning against the mirror 
  • and he looks over at your tired self and smiles as you give a smile back
  • “Stop staring,” you warn
  • “How could I stop staring at something so beautiful?”

Originally posted by nctinfo

Sexting

Pairing: Wonho x Reader
Rating: Solid R rating
Warnings: sexting
Author’s Note: I hope you guys enjoy this! Don’t be afraid to let me know what you think!

Originally posted by garisanee

“So how long have you and Wonho been together again?”

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Castaway {ACOTAR/Chapter 6}

Word Count: 2,775

Summary:  A modern-day University AU, from the A Court of Thorns and Roses universe. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. The idea for this fanfic hailed from prompts sent in by Anonymous, and @queen-archeron. You can read previous chapters here.

Author’s Note: ***TRIGGER WARNING*** This chapter deals with heavy material (via conversation). If you click on the link above (read previous chapters here link), you can read more about what heavy content this fanfic includes. Or, always feel free to ask me. 

I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and I would love to know what you think! Whose story is your favorite thus far? Feyre x Rhys? Elain x Azriel? or, Nesta x Cassian? Look forward to longer chapters again starting with chapter 7, which will be posted later this week. :)


Originally posted by behexagusthegreat

Feyre stood outside his door, staring at the dull slab of wood.

She had debated knocking ten times already, and thought that maybe she should have just left. Tamlin, after what she had witnessed at dinner, not even to mention what happened at the party the other day, would not approve.

Then again, she wasn’t so happy with him at the moment.

He had yelled at her all the way back to campus. As soon as they got into the car, after Feyre slammed the door, she locked eyes with him. Was that necessary? You acted like an asshole –

Don’t. he had said. Shut your mouth unless you’re going to be on my side.

Tamlin could be charming. He would be gentle, and loving, and kind. But he had a temper. And when his temper even rose in the slightest, all hell broke loose. And the way he had acted around her family…..

She was not impressed.

It was unacceptable.

But he would apologize the next day. He would beg for her forgiveness, and she would give it to him. They would forget what had happened, and start a new day.

Although she was sure there would be no forgiving her if he found out she was standing outside of Rhysand’s apartment, without his knowing.

She needed a good grade though. And, she couldn’t lie – she was excited to paint again.

It had been so long.

She knocked on the door.

It didn’t take long for the door to open, but it was not Rhysand who answered.

A tall, white-haired male stood in front of Feyre, dressed in dark-denim jeans and a button-down shirt, with his eyebrows raised. “You must be Feyre.”

“Uh,” she blinked, “yes?”

“Don’t worry,” he smiled, genuinely. “You have the right apartment. Come in.”

Feyre was shocked at how clean it was. For a couple of men, they were surprisingly neat. It was black and white – literally. The walls were white, as was the carpet, even the tile in the kitchen was ivory. But the furniture was all black – the kitchen table and the chairs surrounding it, the area rug on the living room floor, the futon, the arm chairs available for extra seating.

“Rhys! Your lover is here!” the man, who never mentioned his name, walked into one of the back bedrooms and shut the door.

The door across the hall opened, and Rhysand walked out to see Feyre standing in the entry way, gaping.

“Ignore him,” Rhys winked. “Kallias thinks he’s funny.”

He was wearing a black tee-shirt, and a black pair of sweatpants. His feet were bare, but it was his arms that caught her attention. There were tattoos swirling from the edge of his shirt sleeves to his wrists.

“I heard you had quite the dinner.”

Feyre didn’t move from her spot just inside the door. She didn’t answer, just nodded, once.

“If we’re going to do this, Feyre, darling, you have to come in. You do realize that, don’t you?”

She scowled. “Noted.”

After removing her shoes, Feyre walked into the living room and placed her supplies on an end table.

“Wow,” he said, observing everything she had dropped.

Feyre shrugged. “I take painting seriously.”

“Uh,” he picked up two different paint brushes and examined them, trying to tell what the difference was. “I would say so.”

“I’ll go first. You pose.”

“Straight to business then? No small talk?”

“I’m not interested in small talk,” Feyre snapped. “I’m interested in getting my A and moving on.”

Rhysand sighed, dramatically. “Very well. Where should I pose? How should I pose? Nude? I’ll pose nude.”

“If you start removing your clothes, I’m out of here.”

Feyre wasn’t sure what it was that made her so annoyed by Rhysand. Maybe it was the fact that Tamlin hated him, or maybe it was because he was a cocky bastard.

“Fine,” Rhysand grinned, her annoyance not getting to him in the slightest. “Tell me how I should pose.”

Feyre pursed her lips. “I don’t know. Do something natural.”

“Standing here, arguing with you, feels pretty damn natural.”

“If you’re not going to take this seriously –“

“Okay, okay.” Rhysand held his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry. Get set up.”

Rhysand sat on the couch as Feyre pulled out her sketch pad and squeezed out a series of colors into her palette.

“You’re just going to sit there?” she asked, once she was ready.

Rhys shrugged. “I thought we would start with something simple. If you don’t want me nude, or sprawled out to show off my goods, then yes. I am just going to sit here.”

After a roll of her eyes, Feyre began.

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