i'll go back to it later

pop star au where they’re finally dating so instead of going to a hotel while they’re in Paris before they move on to America grantaires like “hey come stay at my place w my and my fam” but totally blanks on the whole “telling his family he’s dating a world famous pop star” so really that’s how his sister met her favourite singer sneaking out of her brothers room in his underwear

salvainterra  asked:

i love mob so much please for the love of god tell me about ur feelings on 100% ecstasy

OH BOY WILL I !!! ABSOLUTELY 100% (pun unintended but warmly embraced) 

out of all the 100% events, ecstasy is my favorite. the drama… the tragedy… will fiction EVER peak like this again? i don’t think so. but BEFORE I DELVE INTO ALL OF THAT, there’s something i want to talk about first: mob’s psychic powers as an expression of his emotions. 

we all know that mob suppresses his emotions to avoid outbursts of psychic power. but THAT implies that mob’s psychic power is a form of self expression, in the same way that body language is expression. 

he can direct his psychic powers – the same way we can direct our bodies’ actions – but there are other components that are difficult to stop, similar to how people’s shoulders tend to hunch when they’re angry or upset, how they subconsciously cross their arms and direct their feet away when something is making them uncomfortable, etc. 

unless you know about these bits of body language, and make a deliberate attempt to suppress them, it’s difficult to stop your body from revealing something about your emotions. similarly, one function of mob’s psychic power is as an extension of the way he expresses himself. these things happen subconsciously and mostly without mob’s control. 

for example, one of the trademarks of mob’s 100% events is that mob starts releasing waves of psychic power that push his hair back. other side effects include cracking the ground under him, often to dramatic effect.

mob doesn’t push his hair up on purpose, it’s just something that happens – as a result of him releasing his pent-up emotions in the form of psychic power. these little bits of expression aren’t something he can control.

mob also says something REALLY INTERESTING in his first 100% event:

during 100% rage mob uses his psychic powers to fight dimple, yes, but these lines suggest that his outburst of power happened because he finally had to express his anger. and that implies that, in order to show his emotions, and express himself, mob has to use his psychic powers. 

which is something he almost never allows himself to do. 

never forget the disdain / loathing mob had for himself at the beginning of the manga, and how convinced he was that he couldn’t allow himself to express himself OTHERWISE SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN. 

further material to consider: the lines that he said right before his 100% animosity / hostility event 

hostility… 

at this point, mob hasn’t taken any action against koyama yet. his outburst of psychic power, radiating outward and blanketing the area, is not doing anything but expressing his hostility – to the extent that mob expects koyama to be able to feel it. 

in addition to that, during mob’s fight with toichirou, he cycles rapidly through a LOT of emotions, and this is what he says about it:

canon suggests that it’s not just a buildup of of emotions that cause his powers to run amok; allowing his powers to run amok also allows himself to feel the full intensity of his emotions. his psychic powers are key to expressing himself.

I COULD GO ON… but i’ll just leave things here for now. to summarize: mob subconsciously uses his psychic powers to express his emotions, which is why suppressing his emotions also suppresses his psychic powers. 

figure 1: a helpful venn diagram of things 

which brings us to the REALLY SAD, BITTERSWEET, MOURNFUL TRAGEDY THAT IS 100% ECSTASY. 

the fight against toichirou is possibly the first time mob has been able to fully utilize his psychic powers. the first time he’s had to, even. all the unconscious limits he’s put on himself – not allowing his psychic power to go free, stifling his emotions and powers – all come undone. 

mob is allowing himself to be himself, wholly and fully. he’s removed his inhibitions. he’s running wild and free. he’s no longer expending energy trying to regulate his psychic powers – he’s allowing himself to feel. this intensity of emotion and action is something mob has never given himself before, and the freedom of it… feels good. incredibly so. he feels free, he feels alive, and toichirou – the only individual to ever stand on a level close to mob’s – understands perfectly. 

this is a level of joy mob has never felt before. 

the release of his psychic power even comes hand in hand with mob’s body language becoming much freer and more expressive than it is in daily life. look at him go!! mob, for the first time in years… letting himself feel the intensity of his emotions, just as they really are.  

but of course his happiness isn’t going to last 

because mob wants to be a part of society, and he thinks he has to keep his psychic powers sequestered away in order to do that. his greatest fear is accidentally hurting the people he loves with his own psychic power, and when he remembers that possibility… 

the tragedy of 100% ecstasy is that – for just a brief moment, mob released himself from his self-imposed limits. for a moment, he let himself really feel, he let himself be, and in that moment he experienced a richness, an intensity, a moment of being so utterly present and alive that it brought himself to heights he’d never reached before. 

 and mob will never willingly allow himself to do that ever again. 

First-Meeting Sentence Starters
  • Several different scenarios that can be combined or modified for your pleasure:
  • "Uh, hi there."
  • "I was here first. Go to the back of the line!"
  • "Excuse me, is there any way you could let me go before you? I'm in a hurry."
  • "Service here is TERRIBLE today!"
  • "Is this seat taken?"
  • "Do you have a moment to talk?"
  • "Hi, listen, there's someone following me, and I'm paranoid so can you talk to me for a few minutes to make it look like I'm not alone?"
  • "Here, take this and run with me. I'll explain later!"
  • "Do you have some cash? This vending machine just ate the last of mine..."
  • "Hey, were you going to use this machine next? It gave me a free bag of chips, and I don't need to eat that many!"
  • "Do you work here?"
  • "Look, I'm not an employee, but the ____ are right over there."
  • "Hey, is this yours? It was by your feet."
  • "Are you from ____ or ____?"
  • "Hello, ____."
  • "I swear I've seen you on TV."
  • "Yes, I'm ____, and I can take a picture with you if you want."
  • "Oh my gosh, can I pet your dog?!"
  • "Sorry, there was a hair hanging off of your sleeve, and it was bothering me."
  • "Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to walk into you!"
  • "Wait a minute! I think they mixed up our orders."
  • "Ugh, this isn't my food. Did anyone here order a ____?"
  • "You look so cold. Do you want to borrow my jacket?"
  • "H-Hey, I'm freezing. Is there any way I can s-stand close to you and maybe get warmer?"
  • "You poor thing, you look like you're cooking! Here, take a bottle of water."
  • "It's so hot I think I might pass out. Can you help me?"
  • "Are you okay?"
  • "Oh, good, you're awake. What happened to you?"
  • "Where am I?"
  • "Get in! You're in danger!"
  • "Please, let me ride with you. There's someone after me!"
  • "Grab the spare helmet and jump on."
  • "Are you playing ____?"
  • "Hey, do you want to trade friend codes?"
  • "Hi, my date just stood me up, so now I have a free ticket."
  • "I'd love to take that free spot as long as you don't mind sitting next to me."
  • "Have you seen a lost child around here?"
  • "I found this child, and by the look on your face, I think they're yours."
  • "That coat isn't real fur, is it?"
  • "If you can't tell the difference between real animal pelt and fake, you shouldn't be harassing people on the street."
  • "Are we locked in here?"
  • "Can I use your phone?"
  • "Here, take my phone. No questions asked."
  • "What's cookin' good lookin'?"
  • "If you're trying to flirt with me, you may want to try again."
Bully me in a phone game? I'll destroy you from the inside.

I once played a game on Android, called Kingdoms at War. Similar concept to Clash of Clans.

Anyway one day I was just minding my own business and building my kingdom, and I got attacked. In this game when you got attacked, you essentially couldn’t do anything for a set amount of time if you lost. No biggie, I’d wait it out.

I came back a couple hours later, and I still couldn’t do anything. I’d been attacked like a dozen more times. Turned out this bullshit bully guild would go around doing this to people, flooding them with attacks so they couldn’t do anything. I basically couldn’t play the game for two days.

Alright, time to get even.

I made a new account, and after about a week of effort - insinuating myself in chats and being near members - I got myself invited to this guild. They didn’t know who I was, of course.

I played nice with them, doing whatever I could to help. I gained their trust and was promoted to an officer in the guild after a couple months.

So now comes the revenge. People would do this thing where they would temporarily transfer guild ownership so they could join another guild and help out with wars. They would only do this with people they trusted explicitly for obvious reasons.

About a month later, the owner asked me to hold the guild for the day while he helped a friend out. Of course, I said. No problem. My time had finally come.

The second I had the guild, I fired every officer and banned all members. I transferred all gold to a new guild I’d set up on my original account. Then I disbanded the guild and deleted my alt account.

They never knew what happened. Game, set, match you bully motherf*ckers.

So the boy you gave your everything to
Walked away without looking back
And you’re left to pick up the pieces he left behind

2 boys later and you’re getting good at pretending he’s not here
But you’re still planning for ways to go back
Still searching for a reason to call

The boy you gave your everything to
Gladly took it, knowing full well he wasn’t planning to stay
He took and took and took until you were nothing but a ghost of what you use to be

anonymous asked:

What is "the fandom that has grown" from the musical? I'm not offended at all I'm actually just curious. Was there even a big fandom before the musical?

Nah, the fandom wasn’t really big before the musical, but that’s not really the point.
The musical, as I’ve said, takes a lot of liberties with the characters and the message of Heathers. Which is fine. But now the fandom is made up of people who saw the musical first/haven’t seen the movie/take the musical canon more seriously than the movie, and so as someone whose been a fan of the movie for a very long time it’s a little frustrating seeing the characters, story, and overall message I love being muddled. My most obvious examples of this you’ve all seen w million times, I talk about them constantly. Taking everything bad about the homophobic sexist dicks that are Ram and Kurt and erasing it so you can have a cute “shipable” couple. Making Mac into a sad depressed angel instead of the mean girl she was. Making Chandler seem like the bullshit in her suicide note (or for the musical the me inside of me plot) was real and she wasn’t an airhead. The fandom seems to think that if its sung, it’s true? As if there’s no such thing as unreliable narration? even if they’re outright told beforehand in the story that what’s being said isn’t true.

The heathers fandom is really messy now, it’s full of people who believe in very black and white morality and are therefore trying to mold this very un-black and white story and it’s very morally unsound characters to their desired molds. Every character is either good or evil in fanon now. That’s not the way it works.

People don’t seem to understand that the musical was not written by the writers of the movie. So whenever a fan of the movie disagrees with something in the musical we’re told “well suck it up it’s canon” that’s like if someone’s Avenger’s fanfiction got published and suddenly fans of the comics or movies were told that they didn’t know what they were saying cause *according to this story*

The ask blog I run with my friends for the heathers adapt AU is a good example. Our AU is based on the movie, but almost all the asks we get are musical related. No one allows for the separation of the two, when the musical has a lot of differences.

I really like the musical, and I really like the fans it has led to Heathers. But please respect the original content? And please respect that the musical isn’t as relevant to some people?

Idk this response is all over the place and is probably way ruder than I’m intending, it’s super early rn.

Okay so…I was re-watching a few episodes to study several of Paris’ buildings, but this screenshot is just??? Like, srsly, look @ these children!! Throughout their run upstairs none of them falter to smile at each other after being reunited. It’s one of the most adorable scenes ever and I cannot believe I didn’t see this ‘til now! I’M- (●´□`)ノ♡

So it’s our first d&d game and we were playing the starter kit campaign or whatever and they get ambushed by goblins and everyone is just having bad throws.

DM(me): the third goblin tries to hit you (a halfling rouge named edgelord) but he rolls a critical miss.
DM(me): this poor little goblin misses so bad he gets his scimitar stuck in his own side and is bleeding and profusely crying. Next in the order is you, edgelord
Rouge(edgelord): I just squat beside him and pat his shoulder to console him and calmly tell him he is my prisoner now
Dm(me): he just nods and sobs about how he has only been in this group for two weeks and this is his first fight. He goes on about how his brother is the one who dragged him into this gang and how he never wanted to be apart of it
Rouge (edgelord): I shush him because I am tired of him sobbing and I really don’t care

So later on the dwarf cleric (torgga) decides to heal their new goblin friend (the goblin knows he can’t go back to the hideout bc he will be killed for being captured and figures he can be nice to these adventurers) and then they find out that the goblin is named Twig and basically adopt him as their pet. They decide to even buy him a collar with his name when they get to phandolin.

@mavinsheartbeat​ ask and you shall receive :)

The thing is, Ryan is actually really good at hacking. Before becoming The Vagabond, he used to do freelance hacking for random crews as a means to pay his rent. He’d made a lot of contacts doing that, and when he switched from hacker to hitter he knew who to go to when he needed work. Naturally, he works alone as much as he possibly can, but sometimes he has to admit that he can’t do everything by himself.

He hates using outside help, but for this job it’s a necessity, and the hacker he usually works with got pinched two weeks ago in Vice City. He’d do the hacking himself, but he hasn’t invented a way to be in two places at once yet, and he needs someone at the computer watching his ass. So, against his better judgment, he spends the better part of two days looking for a hacker.

He finds Golden Boy through a mutual contact; a sarcastically, argumentative British man who simply refuses to show his face to anyone, and, as someone who doesn’t show his face for a living, Ryan can respect this decision. That doesn’t mean he’s not extremely annoyed by this either, but he can’t exactly complain.

After a series of phone calls, and some extensive research into Golden Boy’s past deeds, Ryan decides to hire him for the job. He’s good, even if his idiosyncrasies drive Ryan up a wall, and the job goes off without a hitch.

Ryan has to begrudgingly admit they work well together, and he uses Golden Boy for five more jobs. Despite never meeting in person (or knowing his real name for that matter), and the fact that they’ll never fully trust each other, Ryan comes to rely on Golden Boy to always be there when he needs him; that little voice in his ear that makes squeaking noises and asks inane questions when he’s bored.

At some point, he stops worrying about never seeing Golden Boy’s face or learning his name. They’re two criminals trying to stay alive in the seedy underbelly of Los Santos, the less they know about each other the better.

That is until the Shadelz’s job. Until the little street rat betrays him and LSPD ambushes him at their agreed upon meeting place. He barely manages to get away in one of their cars, shoulder bleeding heavily from a gunshot wound, and he calls Golden Boy on the road.

“I’m fucked,” he says when Golden Boy answers, glancing in the rear view mirror, blue and red lights flashing back at him.

Well, hello to you too,” Golden Boy replies nonchalantly and Ryan sighs in frustration. “Tell Uncle Goldy what happened and he’ll try to fix it.”

“My fucking contact flipped on me.”

“That’s not good.”

“No, it’s really not.” Ryan cannot believe how casual Golden Boy is acting, but it makes sense. He doesn’t have half the LSPD up his ass nor does he need to worry if Ryan gets caught. He knows nothing about Golden Boy other than he’s a hacker.

“Look, can you help me or not?” Ryan demands gripping the steering wheel tightly, wincing when his shoulder flares up.

Golden Boy is quiet for a good ten seconds before saying, “Take the next right.”

Ryan does as he’s told, tires squealing against the pavement. He hears a crash from behind him, and looks out the side mirror, watching as a semi-truck’s wheels lock up in an attempt to stop, its grill shoving two police cars into an abandoned building.

Ryan uses the distraction to drive down random alleyways, listening to Golden Boy’s instructions until he ends up at an empty parking garage. He parks the car, grabs his phone, and escapes on foot.

Once he’s a good six blocks from the cops, he says, “Thanks.”

No problem.” Golden Boy falls silent again, and Ryan thinks for a moment that he hung up. Until he says, “Stay where you are, okay? I’m coming to get you.”

“What? How do you know…?” Ryan trials off, sighing. Right, GPS. He knows he turned it off, but Golden Boy probably turned it back on. The only reason Ryan doesn’t throw his phone onto the ground and smash it into pieces is because LSPD doesn’t know who The Vagabond is, and instead he waits patiently for Golden Boy to get here.

He’s a little apprehensive, this will be the first time he and Golden Boy will be meeting face to face. What if Golden Boy betrays him like Shadelz? It’s a possibility, even though they’ve done jobs together neither one owe the other anything. Maybe he shouldn’t be waiting for Golden Boy. Maybe he should hightail it out of here before LSPD show up and arrest him, but he’s tired, dizzy, and bleeding profusely; he’s not going anywhere.

A gold convertible pulls up, stopping in front of him, and a bearded man wearing a pair of sunglasses grins over at Ryan. He pushes them up onto his head, dark eyes settling on him, and says, “You’re a lot taller than I thought you’d be.”

He’s, quite frankly, he’s not bad to look at, and Ryan stands there dumbfounded for a good ten seconds before saying, “Ryan, my name is hello.” He’s taken aback by his own betrayal. He’s never told anyone his real name that readily; what the fuck is he doing? And to tell Golden Boy like that, all tongue tied.

Has he lost his goddamn mind?

He needs to rectify this, needs to be intimidating so Golden Boy doesn’t use this information against him, but his stupid mouth betrays him again when he says, “I meant, hello my name is Ryan.”

STOP, he shouts at himself, but the damage is done. He should just show Golden Boy his face, get it over with, because he’s probably going to end up in jail. At least he knows what Golden Boy looks like, not that that would do him any good, but it’s something.

Golden Boy surprises him by laughing. He nods towards the passenger seat and says, “Get in. I’m Gavin by the way.”

“That’s a… that’s a name,” Ryan murmurs, and seriously he needs to stop talking.

“Yep, that is a name.” Gavin waits a beat before asking, “You getting in or should I come back?”

“What?” Yes, yes he is going to get into that car. He totally is, if only his feet would work.

Finally, with some serious cajoling on his part, he forces his feet to move. He slides into the passenger seat of Gavin’s car, yanking his mask off his head (because what’s the point in hiding his face now), and hears Gavin squee, his face turning red.

“Are you okay?”

“I just…” Gavin shakes his head, gripping his steering wheel tightly, pulling back onto the road. “Your face…”

“What about my face?”

“It’s not what I expected.”

“What’d you expect?”

“Joker scars?”

“Fuck you.” Ryan crosses his arms, glaring at the dashboard. How dare stupid Gavin with his stupid face make comments about Ryan’s face. He opens his mouth to deliver a witty retort, but what comes out is, “Your face…. is good too.”

He doesn’t say another word the rest of the ride.

this was the result of today’s livestream! at some point I think the video bugged and went black tho uggh but I believe I’ve fixed it
I actually want to go back and livestream a bit more in a few, I just need to grab something to eat first;;;;

  • *the morgue*
  • John: *waiting*
  • Sherlock: *enters*
  • John: *annoyed* At last! I've been here half an hour. Where the hell have you been?
  • Sherlock: *removes his magnifying glass* Bathroom *examining the corpse*
  • John: *raises an eyebrow* For half an hour.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: Yes.
  • John: *nods* Right. Sure *pauses* so how's Molly?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *quietly* She's fine.