i wonder if anyone reads these

jonsasnow  asked:

Hey! Do you have any gendrya fic recs?? Would be so appreciated thank you!

Ahhhhhh sorry I finally finished compiling my list, with the help of my ao3 bookmarks and a lot of scrolling (lmao). Also, i’m probably leaving out another million good other stories, so everyone will have to forgive me for that. It’s been a pain compiling just these but I’ll probably randomly post other stories I recommend here and there as they come up so that I don’t feel bad haha. Also I’m sorry if you’ve already read any of these, just ignore them or read them all over again because they’re so wonderful, and obviously anyone else looking for some good gendrya fics, feel free to filch these all from me!

Anyway here are some of my absolute favorite gendrya stories:

The Tilt by acornsandravens (I mean come on, it’s a tourney!)

Something Stupid by paperheart (one of the absolute cutest modern AU fics I’ve ever read)

Lay Me Down by LadyMarieBree (SUCH a beautiful story - so pure)

The Maiden of the Riverlands by abbymaie

Vow by saturinesunshine

Beauty and the Peach by Furious_Winter

Do you remember that day at Harrenhal? by obsessivewriter

Also, of course, anything on tumblr by @valiantnedspreciouslittlegirl​ and also by @jewishstarks​ and by @gendryatrash​ and @padmesgreene​ and @furious-winter​ (for quality gendrya content, you should definitely be following all of the above not to mention by boo thang who has abandoned me @house-arya​ ).

Invariably I’ve left so many of you out and most definitely a million more stories, so to fix that, I’m going to update this or just create a Part 2 or 3 or 4 or 5 post to this one to recommend more stories and gendrya blogs. So this is sooooooo incomplete as of right now, so if I forgot you, don’t hate me, you will for sure be in a future shout out post!

Thanks so much for the ask @jonsasnow and I’m so sorry again for the delay!

shufuta  asked:

My OTP ship is Akira x Futaba so obviously there's lots of Sojiro interaction there, but I've been curious with how other Futaba ships deal with Sojiro's reaction. I wonder if there's any fanwork recs / headcanons with that theme. I do multiship though not as hard as my OTP of course, I just really want to see variations in Sojiro's reaction especially in which Futaba is shipped with a girl?

 On AO3 there’s honestly not a lot of Futaba shipped with girls at all like Futaba + f/f tag has 47 and almost all are still her as a minor character or with Akira.

There’s Le Blanc Royale which has her with Haru (I’m not sure about Sojiro interaction)- it also comes with heavy angst though. It’s a missed deadline story.

Girl Talk  (part 2 of where the lines overlap) has Poly-phantoms which is always a plus, and it has Sojiro giving it a valiant effort by giving it to -you guessed it- the girls to handle. Futaba’s going to have all the girlfriends

Here’s one with him handling it with a female reader, it’s called girl, friend, and is kind of nice.

And this one has Akira/Futaba but it’s trans!Akira, A new Persona. Be warned I haven’t read that one so I don’t know how accurate the representation is.

anonymous asked:

... I suggest you change the picture on your blog. because you made it very clear that you are hostile and unwelcoming towards white users. why bother showing whites holding black hands?? I get the impression on this blog that isn't the idea you have in your mind here. you want to split all people into their corners of the internet. Idk how you feel, but I prefer 'all together' instead over 'splitted groups everywhere'. Anyone joining here clearly splits themselves further from others, js

I don’t really care what you prefer anon. That and light skin does not equal whiteness which is why I chose the picture I did for my blog. Poc can be whitepassing as well and those who are white passing are welcome here of course. I’m sure everyone reading this will wonder what hostility towards white people you could possibly be talking about as well. I’m not sure why another exclusive rpc blog is a problem as soon as it doesn’t include white people. There are many blogs that cater to specifically to users who want to learn languages, users who write a specific genre, users that are autistic, users that are LGBTQ, users with disabilities, and of course those blogs weren’t created for people outside of those communities and it is understandable. So why does a blog for people of color bother you so much? What makes it more hostile than the others? Where is the problem in people of different races touching each others hands on a blog for poc positivity? 


procrastination-unlimited  asked:

I read my first Terry Pratchett / Discworld book a few months ago, after I turned forty, because a Tumblr I love often reblogged quotes from his books. And now I can't stop reading them. They're exactly what I need nowadays - a wonderful mix of cynicism, humor, hope, and idealism.

That’s such a good summary of what they are – and I’m always surprised that a writer so cynical and angry can impart so much optimism through his writing. I love that you’re introducing your 5-year-old to Dragons of Crumbling Castle! I only just read it recently and it’s a great Pratchett starter for young ‘uns (and, frankly, anyone)

ragnarsdrapa  asked:

Hey so I have recently started reading the mangas, I've just bought all the volumes that are out and I'm wondering, are the "side" stories worth buying? Like no regrets, before the fall, etc? I don't want to spend the money and those books not be pertinent to the main story/any good. Thanks for your help

Hmmm, if I’m totally honest, I’ve only ever seen A Choice With No Regrets, and I’ve read only a few pages of Before the Fall, so I’m not too knowledgeable about this sort of thing. I know ACWNR is pretty short, but I thought the anime adaptation was really good. It gives some nice backstory for Levi and Erwin. If anyone has any recommendations totally reply to this post with them, because I’d almost like to know as well!

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anonymous asked:

Now that you mentioned it I'm so curious about korean readers! I wonder what are their thoughts overall, i once tried to google translate the best comments in comico but it was a mess lmao

korean commenters are honestly hilarious sometimes i love reading the most up-voted ones 😂😂 if anyone wants, i can add the top 2-3 rated comments with each chapter upload so you can see how people in korea react to the chapter LOL

chapters 1-55 are currently free to read on comico right now, so if anyone wants me to post some of the top comments from any of those chapters, i’d be glad to ^^

duckswearhats  asked:

Hi, I read that you've dealt with with impostor syndrome in the past, and I'm really struggling with that right now. I'm in a good place and my friends are going through a lot, and I'm struggling to justify my success to myself when such amazing people are unhappy. I was wondering if you have any tips to feel less like this and maybe be kinder to myself, but without hurting anyone around me. It's a big ask, I know, but any help would make my life a lot less stressful

The best help I can offer is to point you to Amy Cuddy’s book, Presence. She talks about Imposter Syndrome (and interviews me in it) and offers helpful insight.

The second best help might be in the form of an anecdote. Some years ago, I was lucky enough invited to a gathering of great and good people: artists and scientists, writers and discoverers of things. And I felt that at any moment they would realise that I didn’t qualify to be there, among these people who had really done things.

On my second or third night there, I was standing at the back of the hall, while a musical entertainment happened, and I started talking to a very nice, polite, elderly gentleman about several things, including our shared first name. And then he pointed to the hall of people, and said words to the effect of, “I just look at all these people, and I think, what the heck am I doing here? They’ve made amazing things. I just went where I was sent.”

And I said, “Yes. But you were the first man on the moon. I think that counts for something.”

And I felt a bit better. Because if Neil Armstrong felt like an imposter, maybe everyone did. Maybe there weren’t any grown-ups, only people who had worked hard and also got lucky and were slightly out of their depth, all of us doing the best job we could, which is all we can really hope for.

(There’s a wonderful photograph of the Three Neils even if one of us was a Neal at http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2012/08/neil-armstrong.html)

i say “i’m seeing a therapist” and he takes a step backwards. why he wants to know. what happened. what made me like this, basically. what was the final step that pushed me safely into the side of scary people like them.

there’s a lot i think about. like how my illnesses effect me outside of the actual symptoms. like beyond the weight there’s a second river to drown in.

i mean we don’t talk about having to stare at employment papers where they ask you to self-identify your problems. that little bead of sweat that forms when you worry - what if i don’t tell them and i need help? what if i tell them and they think i’m a risk factor? what if they won’t give me the job?

we don’t talk about the way some people act when they find out. the ones who are rude about it are one thing. but then there’s those people you thought were your friends who act like you just told them you’re infectious. who become weird and distant and suspicious like a switch flipped. like if they get to close to you, you’ll give it to them.

we learn to be okay with things we overhear on the bus but we never get used to it coming out of the mouth of the people we love. we carry this secret with us like a rotted fruit, clutching it to our bodies. we’re ashamed of our scars in front of our boss. we don’t talk about our panic attacks during lunch breaks. when the cop pulls you over “i’m disassociating” isn’t an excuse we can open the page on. when you watch people make these ranting posts about how real friends always text back, how if someone loves you, they’ll find the time to spend. success stories make other people cry with inspiration while some part of your brain is saying you can’t do that, you’re not like them. things are uglier at the bottom. you can’t explain why you can’t just make friends. you can’t write because you’re depressed but when you’re depressed you write best. you can’t eat today and no don’t ask why please. nevermind taking the train. never mind trying to be happy. never mind reading books and watching movies and wondering where exactly are people like you in hero stories. i watch a video where a man tells me that being depressed is just a mindset. when i wear all black someone remarks i look particularly emo today. it’s 2017 does anyone say emo anymore, i ask her, and she laughs, “you just look like one of those fake-depressed girls.” okay.  

i don’t tell him my therapist is actually why things don’t happen anymore. why i’m getting a handle on it. my tongue feels swollen. i feel embarrassed talking about it. in the highest twist of irony, i think of how many people know my problems anonymously on the internet. i almost spill out all my troubles onto him. instead i tell him it’s just a precaution. that i think everyone should really see a therapist, they’re brain mechanics and we all need a tune-up now and then. he relaxes.

okay. okay. i’m sorry i’m one of them.

You Have No Idea

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the Reader go to school together, however once Peter shows up at Stark tower, the Reader is curious as to why he is there.

Word Count: 1,930

Warnings: language, fluff, adorableness, talk of powers, annoying Tony, shy reader (bc I’m trash). (Err, that’s it?)

A/N: To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! I sort of changed it up a little bit, so I hope you don’t mind. The length of this, I apologize, holy shit. I could not find a way to end this. *Also, the Reader’s powers are based on the character Catiana (in case you are wondering!) Please let me know what you guys think of it, I’d love some feedback. Enjoy reading!

Walking into school, you held tightly to your backpack and moved swiftly through the crowd, avoiding an “accidental” bump in with anyone that came unexpectedly.

Since you had a few minutes before your first class, you went to your locker and replaced the books in your backpack with the ones you needed today for classes.

Rolling your eyes and groaning as you picked up your heavy Algebra book, you stuffed it roughly into your backpack.

It’s not that you hated math, it’s just you weren’t that great at it, which definitely bothered you since you were in a class full of legit geniuses.

Not only did that class give you anxiety with being called on or not understanding anything, but it was also because there was one nerd who always caught your attention. The one that should probably be in college level math rather than Algebra in some high school. The one who looked so soft and cuddly. The one with the never ending collection of sweaters.

The one named, Peter Parker.

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let sheith lie in an alien flower meadow 


I never post, nor does anyone care to look at my post, so might as well amirite? This is probably going to turn into a vent at some point.


Alright, second thing. Don’t let others define who you are as a person. Easier said then done, I know, but its a work in progress. If you can’t get those negative comments out of your head, embrace them in a postive way. So for example, lets say someone calls you ugly. WELL GODDAMMN, YOU ARE SO UGLY THAT ITS STUNNING. See? Putting things in a more positive/fun light makes the world seem a lot warmer. Fat? Nah, I’m preggers, and the dad is Markiplier. Weird? Well, at least I’m more intresting to talk to then you are. Selfish? I mean, gotta think about yourself first. Go die in a ditch? Ooo, you could turn that into a song. Like a shitty, emo song and you could make a lot of moola. I think you get the point

Third, don’t change yourself for people. If you wanna change, it should be because you want to. Unless you physically or mentally hurt someone on purpose, you shouldn’t have to change. You, my friend who is reading, are a lovely person who needs love and hugs. COME TALK TO ME I’M LONELY LIKE 25/32.

Fourth, and foremost, teach yourself how to love yourself. Now, that’s a hard thing to do, I understand. I still can barely love myself, but I don’t hate myself anymore. It’s a step in the right direction. But, you have to remember that with bad things, there are good things too. You may have flaws, but you’re still a good person at heart. You don’t have to force yourself to love yourself, but you can learn to hate yourself less. Imagine talking to someone you love and they hated themselves. What would you tell them? If you love them, what gives you a reason to hate yourself? Of course, everyone’s problems are diffrent and I will never know everyone’s story, but that doesn’t mean you can’t try. You’ll never know what you can find on the other side. Sometimes bad, sometimes good.
But that’s what makes life worth living right? With everything bad, there’s something good and something worth living for. Life is a fun ride, you shouldn’t get off it yet.
Unless you threw up on someone on the way, then start running before they catch ya. People are spooky when thrown up on.

So that’s some advice I could offer. Yes, they are very cliche, but you’d be surpised on how many people still don’t listen to them. Perhaps it’s because they are so oversaid, that maybe people are sick of it. Not to sure.

I do hope whoever took the time to read this, will take what I said into consideration. I also hope you learn that I become x10 wiser when I’m so tired I could be convinced as drunk. It’s like 6pm.

#It’s to early for this bs


Draco was tired of waiting.

He came to the conclusion that waiting was the biggest waste one could do with his life.

And he had wasted a lot of his life already. Waiting.

He had waited for his father to acknowledge him, to show him he was proud of his son.

He had waited for his mother to stand up to his father, whenever he had talked her down, whenever he had treated her like less than his wife.

He had waited for his friends to come to his rescue when he had needed them most, to save him from himself.

And he had waited for the stupid prat to notice him. Really notice him. To look beyond the petty insults and his sneering.

For years Draco had been waiting.

He had waited in vain. But not anymore.

Draco was sick of waiting.

What had he even waited for? For him to come to the right conclusion, when Draco hid his true intentions so well? For him to realise what was really going on?

He probably would have to wait forever.

No. He would have to take matters into his own hands. And whyever should he not?

Yes, it was time to act.

Draco focused on the mop of black hair across the Great Hall.

He was sick of waiting.

He got up, marched over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Potter by his robes. Without waiting for his reaction, Draco started dragging him out of his seat.

There was a yelp and shouts of protest, but Draco didn’t care.

He was so sick of waiting.

“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Potter shouted, shoving at Draco’s hands.

Draco ignored him and dragged him out of the Great Hall.

He could hear Weasley and Granger shout something at him. He heard footsteps behind him, indicating that several people were following him. Potter was still trying to get out of his grip.

Draco had wanted to find a more secluded place to do what he wanted to do next, but when the shouts behind him only got louder, he turned around and glared at them.

“You want to watch? FINE! I don’t even care anymore!”

He tightened his grip on Potter’s robes as he pulled him towards him forcefully.

Because he was so tired of waiting.

His mouth crashed with Potter’s and suddenly everything went silent.

Draco had thought it would be rougher, that Potter would try to fight him more. Apparently he was just shocked. He stiffened as Draco moved his lips against the other boy’s. He buried his hands in his hair like he had dreamed of so many times.

He had waited for this so long. This was it.

Or was it?

Draco suddenly noticed Potter moving and braced himself to be pushed away at any second. Instead, tentative fingers curled around his hips to pull him closer.

Draco was sure there were gasps and murmuring, but he didn’t hear any of it.

His whole mind, his whole body was so consumed by Potter. Potter, who was kissing him back.

Yes. This was what he had been waiting for all this time.

If only he had stopped waiting sooner.

Ruin my chances at my dream job, will you? Please, let me return the favor.
(long story. tl;dr at the end)

I am a nurse. When I was in nursing school, I loved my rotation through ICU and wanted nothing more than to be an ICU nurse, because I eventually wanted to become a nurse anesthetist (ICU experience is required for anesthesia school). My first job after graduation was not in ICU, but after 10 months as a nurse, I was offered a position in a Multi-system ICU. It was a training program for new nurses and I was told I would get 16 weeks of training. Fantastic! I was so excited! Then right before I started, I was told, oops, no, you actually only get 6 weeks of training. Um, okay, kind of concerned that that’s not enough time, but I’m going to try my best. I was somewhat apprehensive, but still excited. Until I met my preceptor.

This girl was undoubtedly intelligent and knew her job, but she was so mean to me that I was regularly having near-panic attacks in the few weeks I worked there. She would send huge emails to the educator about how much I sucked, and would ream me out in front of other staff and patients (one time one of the other nurses had to intervene). The other girl who started the program at the same time as me even said how awful my preceptor was being to me. She was also arrogant as fuck, and always bragged about shit, like how her fiancé (who was a practicing nurse anesthetist and made a lot of money) paid all this money for her engagement ring, and paid all this money for his surprise proposal, and how once they were married and had kids if she wanted a thousand dollar baby stroller, that’s what he was going to buy her, and how her wedding was going to be so big and fancy and expensive and perfect. And she was one of those people who was “super Christian,” and was fake nice and passive aggressive when talking to you that it starts to make you wonder if you’re crazy for seeing the vile in them. I hated her with the fire of a thousand burning suns.

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anonymous asked:

Hi. How are you? To the picture of the flag on louis sweater i read about following: Perhaps more poignant is the fact that Mapplethorpe captured this flag flying audaciously above Fire Island’s infamously gay district of The Pines; four years before anyone had even heard of AIDS. Have a nice day or evening. Bye !

Anonymous said:I teach art history and I really appreciate Louis wearing that sweatshirt. Setting aside the more provocative artwork from Robert Mapplethorpe, anyone that is interested in him should do some research. The sweatshirt was designed in connection with his foundation that does wonderful work for the arts and HIV/AIDS research.

Anonymous said:Not the same anon, but your tag post just made me think, Mapplethorpe photographed the American flag multiple times. Most well known are the one from 1977 and one from 1987 (the one on L’s hoodie). The 1977 image is of a tattered flag was taken in the summer of 1977 in the Pines, a gay-friendly resort on New Yorks’ Fire Island, where Mapplethorpe’s lover, Sam Wagstaff, had rented a house. The 1987 image was shot after he was diagnosed with AIDS and knew he didn’t have much longer to live (½)

Anonymous said:in contrast this flag is not tattered unlike the previous one. Both flags show resilience and endurance. (2/2)

Some info from anons re: the image on Louis’ shirt and the photographer.

This was for my friend in IG…It’s been a while since I’ve drawn Seven. Hi guys! I just wanted to say that I wont be active here in tumblr. I’ll still post some finished works here. But if anyone wants to contact me/ask me something, and in case I don’t reply here, I open my twitter more often. I’ll also post some doodles over there so if anyone’s interested…although it wont be purely of MM (so be warned!) Lately I’m really into Boku no Hero Academia, tho I still haven’t made any fan art of it.. There will be some in the future. Anyways, for those who read up until here Thank you so much!! I hope you have a wonderful day!!!


don’t fret, Hunk fixes the scissors

someone pointed out that Lance is growing a mullet so I had to do this

(Lance actually doesn’t mind growing a mullet, but Hunk was making a Rover 2.0 for Pidge’s birthday so being a good bro he took it upon himself to distract Pidge. Look how it ended up for him.)

(Keef is 2cute2handle)