i'm meant to be doing work

melodrama breakdown
  • green light: I want the things ! I want them ! also fuck u
  • sober: okay so I'm uhh completely out of my fucking mind right now but it's good, little worried about what I'm going to be like sober
  • homemade dynamite: we just met but do you wanna blow something up
  • the louvre: we're the best couple. we're a work of art.
  • liability: I'm too much for you to handle.
  • hard feelings: uhhh I didn't realise being in love was going to be this hard
  • loveless: fuck love
  • sober II (melodrama): that feeling after the party or a concert of something where you're buzzing with adrenaline but you're about to crash
  • writer in the dark: take your broken heart and turn it into art
  • supercut: revisionist history
  • liability (reprise): maybe the party is meant to make us cry
  • perfect places: okay lets go party again

SPN Hiatus Creations II Week Three
Ships » “DeanCas”

Some Gochi for my followers, love you guys! Thanks for being there, enjoying my fanart and my blog :)

Sentence Starters {Intense Angst Edition}
  • "Do I really mean nothing to you?"
  • "I never meant to hurt you!"
  • "You are worth less than dirt to me."
  • "We could have been happy together..."
  • "I should've protected you!"
  • "Will you stay with me till I'm gone?"
  • "Don't leave me here, please!"
  • "It was my fault... it was all my fault!"
  • "I don't want to die-!"
  • "Please give me another chance!"
  • "It's okay... I wasn't meant to survive this."
  • "Please forgive me..."
  • "I'm dying and you can't stop it."
  • "You're dying and I can't stop it!"
  • "I only came to say goodbye."
  • "Stay with me!"
  • "I thought you loved me. I was wrong."
  • "I thought I loved you. I was wrong."
  • "Please don't hurt me!"
  • "I don't want to see you."
  • "I'm so sorry..."
  • "I'm ending it tonight. Don't try to stop me..."
  • "What did you do to yourself?"
  • "You can't just tell me to leave!"
  • "This wasn't meant to work out, you know."
  • "It's too hard. It's just too hard..."
  • "I was stupid to think you cared."
  • "You were stupid to think I cared."

anonymous asked:

Ahahhaha omg , new Twitter war ch was goooolden!!! Pls do another with responses of other people!!! (And i feel ya yakov.. idk how to work Twitter ether and I'm barely 20... )


Yakov Feltsman @Yakov-Feltsman
I can’t believe Victor won’t marry Japanese Yuri until he wins gold

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
Why is that meant to mean, Yakov? @Yakov-Feltsman

Yakov Feltsman @Yakov-Feltsman
How did you do that? It came straight up on my thing

Mila Babicheva @Mila-Babe
He is a horrible person, isn’t he Yakov? @Yakov-Feltsman

Yakov Feltsman @Yakov-Feltsman
Very cruel. Just marry that boy before someone steals him away

Yakov Feltsman @Yakov-Feltsman
Mila, how do I do that thing?

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
You put the @ symbol, Mr Feltsman, and then start writing the person’s twitter name @Yakov-Feltsman

Yakov Feltsman @Yakov-Feltsman

Yakov Feltsman @Yakov-Feltsman
Victor does not deserve you

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov

Yakov Feltsman @Yakov-Feltsman

Yakov Feltsman @Yakov-Feltsman
How can you not marry that boy?

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky
He has got you there @v-nikiforov

Yakov Feltsman @Yakov-Feltsman
Yuri, Japanese Yuri, Lilia has invited you both to the studio tomorrow

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky
Yeah, cool, I’ll be there @Yakov-Feltsman

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Thank you for letting me know, Mr Feltsman, I’ll be there tomorrow @Yakov-Feltsman

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
WHAT ABOUT ME!!! @Yakov-Feltsman

Yakov Feltsman @Yakov-Feltsman

Yakov Feltsman @Yakov-Feltsman
Lilia said that you are not a dancer and that you are not allowed in her studio

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
WHAAAAAT!?!?!? @Yakov-Feltsman

Georgi Popovich @G-Popovich
I never realised how savage Yakov was until now @Yakov-Feltsman

Yakov Feltsman @Yakov-Feltsman

Yakov Feltsman @Yakov-Feltsman
What is that word? Savage? Is it a lit word?

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky
Oh god, here we go again

Mila Babicheva @Mila-Babe
Yes, Yakov, savage is a lit word

Yakov Feltsman @Yakov-Feltsman

Mila Babicheva @Mila-Babe

Yakov Feltsman @Yakov-Feltsman
Am I lit now?

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky
Yes, Yakov, very savage @Yakov-Feltsman

Twitter War AU

AO3 Twitter War

  • England: I didn't mean to, France!
  • France: t-that surprised me! How could you? After all that we've been through??
  • England: I'm sorry, it was a mistake. Please, don't end this. We've worked too hard for this special bond, this relationship to end!
  • France: I don't think I can... i-it's not normal... I'm just so shocked. It's too much for me to take in!
  • America: ... what are you guys doing?
  • France: England complimented me! He said that he liked my shirt! England! H-How could you??
  • England: no, no, I'm sorry. I meant that your shirt looks like you yourself shat on it. I promise, France, I promise!
  • France: no, now you're just being mean to cover up that compliment... I... I don't know if we should hate each other's guts and tear it to pieces anymore.
  • *Scene - Emma is drinking at Granny's when Regina sits beside her*
  • Regina: So Hook told you the truth...is that why you broke off the engagement?
  • Emma: No...I mean...it's horrible but if we were meant to be I could forgive it.
  • Regina: If?
  • Emma *sighs*: I can't help but think that were he the right person for me and I for him...if we were meant to be he would have trusted me. Instead he hid...I guess we don't have the trust I hoped we did.
  • Regina: I'm sorry Emma.
  • Emma: Me too...for you, I know you wanted things to work out with Robin.
  • Regina: He wasn't my Robin...do you think we're resigned to this fate? You and I and shots at Granny's?
  • Emma *smiles*: At least I can trust in you to be here.
  • Regina *smiles back*: Always.

landenrich  asked:

Sorry, I meant what do you mean by the original comic, like the original drunk chara stuff or with this AU fanceyness (I'm sorry if this confuses you more)

No, what I mean by original comic is literally just a comic series that has absolutely NOTHING to do with undertale. A comic with Original characters, plot, you know it. 

Yknow, just wanting to know what people think, I’d like to work on something else  apart from adc 

anonymous asked:

I saw person taking alec's words from new sneak peak as racist,not like his words were pointing out bigoted reasons of clave promoting jace and not him -"im dating a guy who is downwolder" as I'm gay and dating person who clave hates, but as "magnus is inconvenience and reason I didn't get job". Do u agree with that? He really meant that?

Alec was describing himself the way he knows the Clave sees him. A gay man in a homophobic society. Dating a downworlder in a racist society.

Is he probably bitter than Jace got the job- almost certainly because he’s suddenly a long lost Herondale and pure angel blooded? Probably. We all know Jace isn’t fit for the job. And that Alec has been working towards it.

Those two things intersect in his comment. He’s in no way regretting his relationship with Magnus, or that he came out, and he certainly doesn’t see Magnus as a burden. But he is bitter he didn’t get the job.

People are just reaching. And also failing to understand that Alec is still heavily influenced by the society he grew up in. He’s racist, inherently so, even though he’s trying to learn. Just like Jace and Clary and Izzy is racist. They’re all racist against downworlders. People like to forget this, but it’s the truth. Most of them are trying to do better than what they were taught but it doesn’t change what they were taught.

Alec loves Magnus. Period. Even when shit gets difficult.

  • Heather C: Ram is taking credit for Heather's work, getting her to carry his stuff, and her lunch! Do you know what he sounds like?
  • Heather Mac: You?
  • Heather C: No! I meant *sighs* You know Heather. In spite of being clever and sarcastic, she's also fragile and weird, and she has trouble fitting in. And Ram is taking advantage of her weakness! And you know what that's called?
  • Heather Mac: A Heather Chandler?
  • Heather C: Uh, yeah. But I'm the only one who should be allowed to do that, okay?

ashleyisaboysnametoo  asked:

Not meant to incite anything, but could you direct me to information about appropriation of taxes for schools? I always thought if, say, a particular state were taxing for education that it would be distributed evenly but always wondered why it didn't seem that way. After what you said, and I believe it, I'm curious as to how they appropriate funds based on contribution since other public works like roads or infrastructure is meant to be distributed evenly.. Agh. Why do humans lack compassion :/

Different states handle funding differently. I’m most familiar with Texas, since I live and teach here. 

Here’s some rather official and dense information about how Texas funds education.

This article goes into some of the specific issues and efforts we have

A collection of Texas Tribune articles on the subject.

Many of the education issues in Texas, including funding. 

The short version is that Texas does not have a state income tax (which is how many other states pay for education.) Instead, we use local property tax, which stays in the communities it comes from. So rich communities pay more property tax and have nicer schools. Poor communities, particularly those with lots of renting, pay far less property tax, and have chronically underfunded school. Every few years this obvious bullshit goes to court, but so far no change. 

anonymous asked:

I just saw your art by accident, and I'm so happy I did! It's so precious and beautiful! I love your art style and I could stare at it for hours! Keep up the good work~!

Awww thank you! I wish I could say I’m keeping it up but today I meant to do some decent drawing and ended up with nothing and a tiny dood of bakugou and hamsters… for no reason other than I was thinking about how cute hamsters are… with no particular reason for it too.

trans man hawke headcanons


(originally intended to be specific to my hawke but ur welcome to reblog & tag ur own hawke/add ur own headcanons the more the merrier)

  • bethany is the first person hawke tells, when it’s just the two of them, and she helps him cut his hair. it’s an utter disaster and when she sees, leandra immediately flies into action to save the terrible haircut while malcolm watches and laughs.
  • hawke waits a while to tell the rest of his family because he’s so nervous. he knows his parents love him but what if they only love him as a girl? bethany holds his hand under the table while he tells them, and hugs him right after. it’s still scary, but she helps.
  • malcolm understands at once, but leandra has never come across this before. it takes her a long time to stop ‘mourning her daughter’ and realise she is hurting her son.
  • when carver discovers he isn’t the only hawke son, he locks himself in his room. he emerges rather sheepishly several hours later and offers some of his clothes to hawke for him to try out.
  • he asks people to call him ‘hawke’ because he knows he wants to change his name before he knows what he wants to change it to. ‘hawke’ is an easy middle ground, and it sticks.
  • there’s a gaggle of kids who give hawke a hard time when he goes into town, laughing at his short hair and his boy’s clothes. hawke grits his teeth and ignores them, but he comes home crying more than once. carver disappears one day and returns with a split lip and a grin. the kids don’t bother hawke again.
  • malcolm stumbles over pronouns at first, and hawke is too nervous to correct him. but bethany is always there to step in and gently remind their father for him, and soon malcolm is always getting it right.
  • leandra doesn’t remember so well, and finally hawke ends up crying when she forgets and misgenders him yet again. malcolm finds his son out in the barn and sits with him, tells hawke how brave he is, how proud they are of him, how much they both love him. when they come back inside, leandra cries her way through an apology and promises to do better.
  • the family has to move once because a man deliberately misgenders hawke and bethany sets his trousers on fire. their parents are angry at her for putting herself in danger, but her brothers stand up for her. leandra can’t help thinking this is the closest she’s ever seen the siblings.
  • the first time hawke hears leandra refer to him as ‘my son’ to someone, he can’t stop smiling all day.
  • helping hawke choose a new name becomes something of a family ritual while preparing for dinner, batting names around the room. bethany picks names from romance novels, carver suggests the names of his heroes, and malcolm invents outrageously long and ridiculous names that invariably involve terrible puns.
  • leandra is upset at the thought of hawke changing his name - they named him after malcolm’s mother - but eventually even she joins in, drawing on family naming traditions in her suggestions.
  • sometimes hawke worries whether it was worth putting his family through all this trouble, changing his relationship with them for ever. but then bethany calls him her brother, or leandra calls him her son, or someone refers to ‘the hawke boys’, and it just feels so right and he feels warm inside, all over again.
Pssst, Fictionkin:

Want to know what makes me happy?

Somewhere out there, my favorite fictional characters, especially the ones who’s lives weren’t what they wanted them to be, are getting another chance.

Maybe they’re shopping.

Maybe they’re watching silly youtube videos.

Maybe they’re laughing with friends, or playing a favorite game, or driving to work, or making dinner.

So wherever you are, fictionkin, whatever you’re doing, just know that you’re what everyone hoped for, a new chance for the character that they love!

A Fool, Indeed.
  • John: Aren't you supposed to be away with Molly tonight?
  • Sherlock: No, she's out with friends.
  • John: Do you know what the day is?
  • Sherlock: *checks his phone* February 14.
  • John: I meant the holiday. There's a holiday today.
  • Sherlock: Um.
  • John: It's bloody Valentine's Day. You two are together aren't you?
  • Sherlock: Oh that. I deleted that. That's not how we express our feelings for one another. On a day that society somehow chose. That's a fool's holiday.
  • John: How did I forget that you're the least romantic person I know.
  • Sherlock: Your definition of romance is not mine. Besides my relationship with my fiancee has nothing to do with you.
  • John: Fiancee? When the hell did that happen?
  • Sherlock: A week ago I believe.
  • John: And you didn't say anything?
  • Sherlock: *sighs* I consulted my father on the matter. He did woo my Mummy after all. *pauses* Oh, sorry I am aware you asked Mary to marry you. I had to ask for the ring so while I was there I consulted my parents about it.
  • John: *silence* Congratulations.
  • Sherlock: I'll pass it on to Molly later when I see her.
  • John: I thought you weren't going to see her for a 'Fool's Holiday'.
  • Sherlock: I'm not. We're doing an experiment in the morning.
  • John: I will never understand how you two work.
  • Sherlock: It's not meant for you to understand. All you need to know is that I would do anything for her and she makes me happier than I thought possible.
  • John: *smirks* Now that sounds like a fool in love.
  • Sherlock: Then call me a fool.

anonymous asked:

20 and 12 for mreyder :3

Things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear

Reyes never slept much, that was just how things were. There was always so much to do, so many things requiring his immediate and undivided attention that being dead to the world for more than a bare minimum of hours seemed like a horrible waste of time. His body was so used to this ascetic regime that even on his rare days off he simply couldn’t force himself to sleep in. At the break of dawn, or whatever equivalent it had in deep space, he laid wide awake staring at the quarters’ ceiling, no trace of drowsiness lingering in his mind.

That had its perks though. Reyes turned his head to the right, a fond smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Unlike him, Scott had zero problems with sleeping – he slept, one can even say, with enthusiasm, mouth parted and drooling obliviously at his pillow.

Lo and behold the mighty Pathfinder.

The thought that he was the only one privileged enough to see Scott like this, so vulnerable, unkempt, almost childlike warmed Reyes’s heart to a degree he did not anticipate. The things that man did to him, unbelievable…

A month or so had passed since the Charlatan’s coup d'état in Kadara Port and it was only Reyes’s second night he got to spend on the Tempest. But things were looking good on all fronts, more than Reyes dared to expect even in his most optimistic prognoses. He had been preparing himself mentally that Scott – Scott the paragon of virtue who flew across the galaxy helping people – would reject him as soon as he’d learn the whole truth, of all the shady and questionable things he had done. But no. Scott understood that things were rarely black and white, Scott accepted him for who he was, good and bad. Reyes knew that he was a lucky man to have found someone like Scott. He didn’t deserve him, not by a long shot.

Reyes felt the overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around his lover. Not being the one to refuse himself much, he shifted closer to Scott, his hand resting on his shoulder blade, his lips pressing to his forehead.

Scott stirred, sighing softly. A warm, boneless mass against Reyes’s chest. Barely lucid, he instinctively reached out for his lover, his fingers curling on the tawny hip. Scott didn’t open his eyes yet. Maybe that was for the best – he couldn’t see the embarrassingly mushy expression on Reyes’s face.

“Rey…?” he mumbled, his lips tickling Reyes’s neck as he spoke.

“Yes?” He carded his hand through the mess of hair on Scott’s head, massaging his scalp gently. Scott liked that, the tender motion always seemed to soothe him. It worked like magic even now, making the Pathfinder sigh again with contentment.




“Coffee?” Reyes echoed with amusement. “You want some?”


“As you wish.” Reyes chuckled, nuzzling against his cheek. “One coffee coming right up.”

A languid smile curved Scott’s lips.

“Love you,” he said, warm glints of affection flickering in his half-opened, heavy-lidded eyes, still clouded with remnants of whatever dream he was having.

The sight completely melted Reyes’s heart. Smiling like a fool, he kissed Scott’s temple, the corner of his eye, his cheek before finally letting their lips meet in a surprisingly chaste union, almost an antithesis of the lustful kisses they shared in the evening.

“Be right back,” Reyes said, stroking Scott’s chest before finally sliding away from his lover towards the edge of the bed. He let his bare feet fall onto the cold floor and then stood up, stretching his stiff muscles. Although the temperature on the Tempest was optimal for humans and other humanoid species, it still felt chilly against his naked skin, warmed so perfectly by Scott’s pliant body. He missed it already.

No, his thoughts shouldn’t wander off in that direction or he’d just dive in straight back to bed and never leave.

With an inward sigh, he located his pants under a chair, thrown there haphazardly the night before. He picked them up, aware of Scott’s gaze on him.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked, turning to his lover. Just as expected, Scott, still not fully awake, observed him with a relaxed smile playing on his lips.


Reyes shook his head and put the pants on.

“I expect something in return for that coffee. I am, after all, a greedy man.”

“I know… a kiss then?”

“Not good enough.”


“At least five.”

“Four and a half,” Scott said with mock sternness. “Final offer.”

Reyes laughed, feeling another burst of sentiment towards that impossible man.

“Deal. You drive a hard bargain.”

“Been taught by the best.”

They exchanged telling glances and smiles like true partners in crime.

This relationship shouldn’t have worked, all evidence and premises pointed to its inevitable destruction. How could love bloom freely between the human Pathfinder, a symbol of hope for the whole of Andromeda, and the Charlatan, the head of a criminal organization ruling over Kadara Port? But somehow it did, against all odds.



“The coffee I’m going to prepare for you,” said Reyes smoothly, giving his lover his signature wink.

Hearing Scott chuckle, Reyes walked across the room to the door. He hesitated before pressing the button though. His current looks were hardly… presentable. Wearing only his pants, with disheveled hair and enough love bites on his skin not to leave much to imagination what he and Scott were doing the night before, he was bound to scandalize the crew, who didn’t have a very high opinion on him in the first place.

Oh well, it was still early, surely no one would be up at this ungodly hour, he thought punching the door open.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he understood how wrong he was. Jaal and Liam were sitting at the table, empty bottle of wine in front of them, and chatting about something animatedly. At least until they spotted Reyes. The atmosphere then soured at once. Both the angara and the human gave him unfriendly stink eyes reserved perhaps for something filthy that stuck to the sole of your shoe.

Well then, an excellent start.

“Morning,” Reyes said in a neutral tone as if he hadn’t noticed the icy cold reception. They didn’t reply. It didn’t bother him too much though. Tons of people hated him, that was basically in the job description. Two more didn’t make too much of a difference, he was used to it.

Unperturbed, he opened the cupboard and took out Scott’s favorite mug – the one with the Brave Heart Lion from the old Care Bears cartoon. What a nerd. Reyes caught himself smiling like a goofball as he started the coffee machine. Scott’s blend of choice contained more milk, caramel syrup and sugar than the coffee itself, he knew that by now. Sweet drink for a sweet boy.

God, he couldn’t believe he had just thought something that cheesy. Scott brought out the worst sap out of him. And Reyes wasn’t entirely sure if he minded that.

Reyes was so caught up in his own musings that he had nearly forgotten that he wasn’t alone in the kitchen. A grunt full of disapproval and even more disapproving words reminded him of that quite successfully.

“I don’t like you,” announced Jaal.

It was hard not to laugh, but Reyes managed to keep a straight face.

“And here I thought we can make s’mores and sing kumbaya together.”

“I don’t understand what you are referring to, but we will certainly not do that.”

“Well, here go my weekend plans…”

“Listen, smartass,” Liam chimed in, openly hostile. “You’re not welcome on this ship.“

“No, really? I can’t believe it, everyone’s so nice to me,“ Reyes deadpanned, casting a brief, almost bored glance at the man. This indifferent reaction only infuriated Liam even more.

“It’s a disgrace that you’re here,“ Liam slurred, the alcohol making him more open with his resentment. “You’re a bloody exile and a criminal, you should be in prison.“

Reyes felt the anger rushing in his veins, but he bit back the reply, not showing that the words had phased him in any way. There was no point trying to engage in a conversation with any of them. All he had to do was to wait until the machine spat out the fancy coffee for Scott and he’d be out of here in a blink of an eye.

But Liam wasn’t done yet, not even close. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Honestly, Scott must be a bigger idiot than we thought to trust you.“

It was as if a thunderbolt hit him straight in the chest. He spun around to face them, his muscles tensed and ready for a fight.

“Leave him out of this,“ he snarled, making Liam and Jaal stare at him with surprise and maybe with fear too. “You don’t like me and insulting me is your new hobby? Fine, I’ve heard worse. But don’t you fucking dare talk shit about Scott.“

“Yeah, as if you care about him,“ Liam said with scorn. “You’re just using him for his connections, we all know that. Only Scott is too naive to see that.“

Reyes narrowed his eyes, seething and truly wounded. It… well, it was a painful thing to hear. If the crew thought that about him, could Scott be swayed too one day?

“We’re watching you. When you hurt him we will eject you into space.“ Jaal wasn’t joking. “With pleasure.“

Reyes grit his teeth, clenched his fists. They went too far. Implying that he was here to hurt Scott? No, he couldn’t stand for it, he wouldn’t.

“Same applies to you,“ he said, his voice sharp like a blade of a knife.

“What?“ Liam replied, puzzled. Reyes smiled, but that smile had no humor in it. It was a warning.

“You’re all so self-righteous, looking down and passing judgment, and yet you seem to forget who I really am. I’m not just some smuggler nobody. I’m the Charlatan. If any of you just as much as look at Scott in a funny way, you’ll have the wrath of the whole Collective on your asses. Just so we’re clear, it’s a two way alley. You may keep an eye on me, but I’m keeping mine on you just as much. Hurt him and you’ll die. Painfully.“

A soft ding cut through the silence that enveloped the room – the coffee was ready. Reyes took the mug and walked out of the room, not deigning Liam and Jaal with even a passing glance. He didn’t have to, he knew they were both staring at him in stunned silence.

* * *

Hearing the sound the machine made, Scott backed away slowly, returning to his room. His heart raced in his chest. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he got bored waiting and decided to join his boyfriend in the kitchen. But what he heard… Reyes’s words resounded with devotion, care and power. Scott was slightly frightened. And touched. And turned on, all at once.

He needed to have a serious talk with his crew though.

Scott kicked off his pants and slipped under the sheets again as if he had never left. Reyes walked in a moment later, a steaming mug in his hands.

Scott looked closely at his lover’s face, trying to read his thoughts on what had happened in the kitchen. Reyes was so good at clamming up, at hiding his emotions, burring them deep beneath the surface of a suave charmer. But Scott couldn’t be fooled. He saw the hurt in his lover’s eyes, despite his efforts to smile.  

“Here you are. One coffee, just as requested,“ Reyes said, sitting at the edge of the bed. Scott sat up as well, taking the mug carefully. The smell told him that Reyes remembered how he liked to take his drink. That was really sweet.

“Thank you.“ Scott hesitated, unsure if he should do it. But he felt like he must. He put the mug away on the nightstand. Reyes looked at him quizzically, thousands of thoughts probably running through his head.

“I love you,“ Scott said, pouring his heart into these words, his hand reaching to Reyes’s cheek. “And nothing and no one can change that. I… I just wanted you to know that,“ he added, a little embarrassed.

But Reyes looked at him with nothing but adoration, his eyes lively and bright again.

“Thank you, Scott. I needed to hear that.“ His words were soft, just as his lips when he gave him a kiss. And then another, locking him in a warm embrace.

The coffee stood on the nightstand completely forgotten.

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