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Okay guys, I was going to publish this chapter tonight– but from my perspective, since there’s not a ton of Oliver and Tobias interaction going on (and as someone who reads very slowly updated stories myself) I feel like it’s better that I wait and include an extra scene, and publish it later. I don’t want to have made you guys wait a few months to have no interaction between the two main characters (aside from one scene) so I’m going to include a couple thousand more words and then put it up, probably by the end of this week! Thanks for being patient.

Spoilers for kittens, mini road trips with Nic, and a happy Tobias

sergeantrooper  asked:

I'm adore the hell out of 03 Kimblee and Archer, so it's no doubt I fell in love with your blog when I found it. You draw the two of them so well together. <3 which brings me to my question, after seeing the ask about Greed and Kimblee I would like to know about the dynamic between him and Archer. How do they work so well together? =D

Yay, another Archer/Kimblee fan!

Some lovely person actually wrote a nice 5300-word piece about why and how they work so well together and the author worded it better than I ever could.

Here’s the link: http://ship-manifesto.livejournal.com/97026.html

And they just nailed it and I agree with almost everything. There are so many highlights in there, so I’m just gonna copypaste a few lines that cover my opinion about Archkim best.

„I have always liked the idea that the two of them might balance each other’s complicated minds. It is, after all, a dysfunctional pairing consisting of two dysfunctional persons. Archer is as closed as Kimbley is open, and while Archer has too many barriers, Kimbley has none at all. As they are so different, they might be able to live through each other and therefore find some comfort.“

„Perhaps this is because it is so wrong with two ruthless and insane characters being sweet and happy together, and therefore it becomes so right.“

„This is two persons who we can assume have not had very happy lives…and in one or another way they suddenly found someone who can, despite being twisted and sinister as well, understand.“

„But however much they are opposites, they are also alike. They both have goals they want to achieve, and are both very stubborn, ruthless and not very bound by the law. There is a lot they would like to avenge and dominate.  They are both twisted minds – and therein lays the attraction.„


„…but after quite some thinking and discussing my own humble opinion has become that this relationship is, at some level, based on love. I think it would take a lot for two so selfish and reserved persons to let someone come so close, and, it seems, letting the other one become a part of their egoistic world, is also something that may need a lot of devotion and trust. There is no “I“, but a “we”, it seems. Obviously there is respect between them, because without it, Archer would not have cared to recruit the alchemist and Kimbley would not bother if he killed Archer off after getting what he wanted.“

So yeah, hope that answers your question about their wonderful twisted relationship. <3

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Knight Shop AU. I was told I ought to finally write something with these two.


Dorian steps into the unassuming little shop, peering around, before he shoves his hands into his pockets and wanders towards the counter. 

Yvaine’s words are still ringing in his head. Their rates are reasonable - certainly better than most of the handymen round here. Stop looking at me like that and go, if I have to hear any more complaining about your boiler I swear I’ll -

Not my boiler. My father’s.

There’s a little dust; not much, just enough for a certain shabby atmosphere. Someone’s put a bell on the counter, so after a moment of hesitation, he presses it. A bright ding cuts through the silence.

A surprised sort of scuffling noise, and then someone’s coming through from the back room, carrying a cardboard box. They pause, blinking at him.

Dorian tries not to blink back. Knight? This man looks more like an escapee from a biker bar: tall, broad and a little unshaven, with long, hastily tied-back hair and various tattoos visible past the sleeves of a T-shirt that might have been black once, but is now a faint grey.

“Oh.” The man tilts his head. “You here for a knight?”

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“Wow, I can’t tell in words how bad I feel right now. As you know, MMs 63rd single sold just slightly better than One Two Three on its first day. Was it because of Masaki? Unlikely, bc nothing happend without Sayuriho. Because it’s a double A Side? No, they sold good in the past. Because AKB and HP fans insult eachother as Akekasu & Mookasu all the time? Maybe. Because a lot of people don’t like the new MM? Maybe. This just gave me extreme flashbacks of Golden Era, where the sales started”

“Wow just saw new sales of morning musume and now i’m so shock! They so low!”

“I can’t believe my eyes. Did Momusu just sell under 60k ?!?? Holy moly. BAD.”

anonymous asked:

Hey Mom. My "real" mom wont accept who I am and even though everyone else does she refuses to call me my preferred name. Even my transphobic step dad calls me the name I like. Can I have some kind words please. I love you cool mom

That deadname is not and has never been your real name. Your real name is what you prefer, and your pronouns are what make you the most comfortable, and you deserve better than two transphobic sacks of shit as your guardians. It’s really funny that the man who isn’t actually your father thinks he has any say in how you live your life.

I hope you have a good day today.

it gets easier to talk about but it also gets harder to talk about. i have to unfold things carefully, but the map shows better. here’s the first time i got hit by a parent, here’s the first time i got hit by a partner. they’re around the corner from each other, mirror images or hands holding or two sides of a blade. the look on people’s faces always is the same when they find out. like the words hurt them in the pit of their stomach. i feel bad when it does that; i know what it’s like to be suckerpunched. often i comfort people right after: oh, no, it’s okay, i’m okay now, it’s fine, i’m all in one piece, i got out, i’m a resilience child, i learned kindness, i found inner peace, i meditate twice a day, i do yoga and drink kale shakes and eat as if nobody ever made my teeth bleed. some of these are lies, but that is fine too, because it’s better that people don’t know an ugly truth.

sometimes i forget who in the room knows. i laugh about what happened like a punchline (get it) and people stare at me with mouths open like moons. oh my god, did that really happen to you? i don’t know. sometimes it feels like it happened to someone else, out on a distant planet. sometimes it feels like it never happened at all. sometimes it feels like it’s still happening. how can you laugh at that? and is that true? how do i say “because if i don’t laugh it’s serious” because of course it’s true. for proof: raise your hand a fraction too smooth. watch the shadow pass over my face. watch me curl away. watch me change. like a chameleon girl, i shift my shape. someone who doesn’t know laughs. you’re certainly jumpy. the girl at the table who helped me cover the bruise stares at me, watching my chest, trying to figure out if i’m panicking. he’s confused when quiet are you okay questions touch my skin - only those who know, only those who are watching.

and i smile, because it’s easier to talk about but it’s harder to admit it still effects me. memories should be left in the kingdom of dreams. sometimes i feel like i should be done with it already. i stare at a picture of cartoons that says if you don’t know these, you didn’t have a childhood. i know all but two of them. some of them i watched after it happened. i really liked scooby doo. in the end, the mask comes off and the bad guy is revealed and he goes to jail. in real life, i wait for someone to come take his mask off. it just makes him mean. the blue lights of the law never show up on the green of our lawn. i had a pretty good childhood, i think. it made me interesting, at least. i picked blueberries.

i laugh about it a lot. talk about how it’s funny that if you got abused there’s just, like, a second round of partner abuse, sitting out there, waiting for you. that you’re the most likely to pick an abuser from the crowd - or worse, like beauty and the beast, watch yourself become her. see your rotten hands and think of your father. isn’t that funny! that i can take a hit and i’d rather take a lifetime of them than be the one doing the giving just once. i talk about how you walk in the eclipse of it. that it confuses you when the sun comes out. that when you find someone who won’t hurt you, you still walk on eggshells, waiting for them to hurt you. i say it through a smile, because if you bend yourself the right way, your life looks more like comedy-drama than just plain tragedy. i watch fantastic beasts and where to find them and when the abused child turns out to be beyond saving, i hear myself laugh in a bark. or it was a sob. i can’t tell. it doesn’t matter. in my world, children like me learned about magic early, and how our own actions can turn a man from a gentle person into a savage beast. 

okay, i say, smiling, maybe if you put it that way, yeah, i was abused and it wasn’t funny. but come on. think of the puns! you could say my life was really a hit! now don’t be upset. it’s funny. it’s funny. it’s funny.

“But what if I never love anyone like I loved him?”
     "You won’t,“ he said, “You’ll love again, but it will be different.”
     She looked up at him, and he swore he saw hope alive in her eyes. Or maybe it was desperation. The line between the two had always been so thin.
     Either way he promised, “It will be better.”
—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write

I’m wondering if the people questioning/making fun of the noise John made when Mary died have ever heard (or seen) someone’s reaction when a loved one dies suddenly and unexpectedly in their arms. It may be different for others, but the two times I’ve unfortunately witnessed it are seared in my brain and will never leave. The “screams” for lack of a better word were the most animalistic, horrifying sounds I’ve ever heard. Humanity leaves them, and there’s nothing there but pure, strangled emotion. They can’t form words, and can barely breathe. It is lot like what you see in the movies or on TV. There’s no dramatic weeping and hugging. Just noise and pure pain. It’s emotional anarchy.

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Angie Thomas’ debut novel follows 16-year-old Starr Carter, who lives in a gang-ravaged neighborhood but goes to school at Williamson Prep, where she’s only one of a handful of black kids. One day, she’s in the car with her friend Khalil when he is shot and killed by a cop. The case becomes national news, putting the dichotomy in Starr’s life into even greater relief.

Thomas tells NPR’s Lulu Garcia-Navarro that, like Starr, she grew up in two very different worlds. “I went to a mostly white, upper-class private college … but I was from a neighborhood that is known for all of the wrong reasons and, for lack of better words, we will call it the hood. So I knew I had to fight against the stereotype of being a ghetto girl, and I had to fight even harder to show that I was intelligent and that I was capable of being there, just like my counterparts.”

Listen to our interview here: ‘The Hate U Give’ Explores Racism And Police Violence

anonymous asked:

I got yelled at in school so I'm feeling really shitty today. Can you write some otayuri headcanon to make my day less shitty please? 🙏

Ahhh, I’m sorry you had a shit day, nonny. :((( I hope it gets better! In the meantime, have some pre-competition rituals (??) headcanons: 

  • The davai stays, because it’s nice to be able to cheer each other on in public, even though there are variations to how it’s being done now. If one of them is skating straight after the other, then the davai is often paired with either a passing clasp of hands when they’re crossing each other, or a quick hug if they’re feeling like it. 
  • Two words: matching hickeys. Yuri loves it, loves making Otabek mark him up just where he knows it’ll peek through his costume slightly, loves marking Otabek up the same way, even if he’s less careful about whether or not Otabek’s costume will hide it. 
  • Bets on who wins! They don’t really care either way, they’re both always happy with whatever the results are, but it’s still fun to bet on who has to plan the next date etc etc. 
  • Bribes to do better! “If you beat your personal best in the free skate tomorrow, I’ll do the thing you really like.” // “…….which thing?” // “All of them.” 
  • Yuri always ends up sneaking into Otabek’s hotel room to spend the night with him before competitions. He knows Otabek gets antsy sometimes, even if he doesn’t like to show it, and Otabek does always sleep better when Yuri is around. Yakov likes to pretend he’s upset about it, but he knows Yuri performs better when he’s sure that Otabek is going to perform well, so.

Stim shamelessly!

Its been so long since I’ve done a drawing like this. :O 

I normally do these on paper but this time I’m trying out digital/drawing with my tablet. This is also the first time I’ve tried drawing myself with my current haircut. 

[ Image Description: 

The drawing is of an autistic person stimming, with the words “stim shamelessly” around them. The word “stim” is above the persons head, while “shamelessly” is below the person. Both words are between two red neurodiversity ‘infinity’ symbols.

The autistic person is wearing a dark blue headphones and a blue jumper with a red neurodiversity symbol on it. They are stimming with a blue and purple tangle, and by rocking and listening to music.]

Japanese-Style Fan Dance with a Clown.

Pre-Word: The character that I am playing is the same as the one from the previous submissions here and here. ((  <== If you would like a better understanding of the first setting paragraph, I would recommend reading these first.))

Setting: So here it is… The group has entered a large forest positioned between two mountain-ranges, and are investigating a disease that is infecting both animal and plant-life. At this point now, the group has been whittled down to three party members consisting of a Human Assassin named William, the ever-angsty wood-elf monk Jun, and my character: the Clown Monster Vuuvie. Now, the group had a bit of a falling out since Melch decided to go ape-shit and try to kill William two sessions after their player joined for being a follower of some Fey religion, or whatever-the-fuck. So Melch ran off to who-knows-where after the group threatened to kick the shit outta the scrawny Teifling. -and Sylvara the Dragonborn had gotten separated from the group after meeting her also Dragonborn boy-friend.

So our party of three are now being guided by a Druid Wood-Elf through the forest to find a cave where the disease was said to have originated. It wasn’t airborne so all the team had to do was not come into contact with anything contaminated. While Vuuvie wanted to burn the forest down, the rest of the team was not as supportive of this method.

It had also been suspected that a doll that Vuuvie carries around with him is very powerful and can bend time and space to its’ own will (while still being reasonable). While the doll is actually alive, no-one else in the group besides the DM really knows this, and it lets Vuuvie get away with a lot of crazy fourth-wall-breaking bull-shit since they like to help Vuuvie do stuff.

So the group eventually comes to a halt in a small opening when the following happens:

DM: “You come to an opening in the woods. The trees and shrubbery around you seem to make this place ideal for a resting place. So since it is approaching sun-down, it might be good to set-up camp. Do you all wish to stop?”

William (OOC): “Indeed.”
Jun (OOC): “Yeah, sure.”
Vuuvie (OOC): “Why not?”

DM (OOC): “Well, as you are setting up camp, you hear something from the far off areas of the forest to your right. No-one is for certain what it could have been making these sounds, but you can tell that it sounds like… Talking.”

Druid Guide: “Oh no… Is this a bad time to mention that this forest is the home of many different ogre tribes?”

Jun: “Are you fucking kidding me?”
William: “Well, this is quite unfortunate.”

Druid Guide: “We’re sorry, but we would not have thought you would have come out to investigate the forest if you knew ogres lived here.”

Vuuvie: “I sort of thought it was a given. I mean… This forest DOES have some pretty swampy areas….”
Jun: “Shut-up, Vuuvie.”
William: “I do hate to be the bringer of bad news, but we may not want to argue at this moment. It may be better to hide.”

DM (OOC): “Okay, do you wish to all hide?”

William (OOC): “I am going to hide in the shadows of the forest and see what troubles we may be up against.”  *Rolls well, and succeeds on being hidden.*

Jun (OOC): “I am going to use my monk-bullshit-climbing powers to climb up into the highest trees in the area.”  *Also rolls well, and climbs up a sixty-foot tree so they are also hidden.*

Vuuvie (OOC): “Nah, I got this.”

//Everyone else gives me a questionable look.//

DM (OOC): “Um… Okay? Is he at least going to do anything, or is he just going to stand there like an idiot?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “Just trust me. You’re gonna LOVE this.”

DM (OOC): “O…kay? Two ogres come walking into your camp-site, and seem to both be dragging a mans corpse by the legs. The corpse is very, VERY dead. In fact, you get the sense that the ogres BRUTALLY MURDERED this guy. They don’t see Vuuvie though as they seem too invested on who will eat the body.”

Ogre #1: “Oi told ya dat dis one is mine!”
Ogre #2: “And I’M telling YOU that it AIN’T!”
 
Vuuvie (OOC): “As the two ogres come storming into the opening, no-one has seemed to had noticed that they have walked into what seemed to be a Traditional-Japanese festival. There are booths with people manning their stations, and customers purchasing their goods. Paper lanterns are strewn about the area, and give off a dim glow in the growing darkness that the sun-set was creating.”

//The DM is giving me the biggest WTF face I have ever seen, and everyone else seems to be listening just to see where I was going with this.//

Ogre #2: “What the fuck is this shit?”
Ogre #1: “Uh…”

Vuuvie (OOC): “ In the opening, the stalls seem to lead to a large wooden stage you would normally find at gatherings such as these. Do the ogres approach?”

DM (OOC): “Are you fucking DM-ing ‘ME’?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “Do they approach?”

//The DM actually seems interested.//

DM (OOC): “You know what? Sure. They approach. What happens?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “As they gather at the front of the stage, they are welcome to the lanterns in the area dimming for the lights on stage to gather even more attention in the open area. At first, there is only the noise of the other people in the area as they crowded the stage, completely unaware of the ogres having been dragging a cadaver through the festival grounds. Then the sounds of music start picking up. Some wind instruments, drums, bamboo-clappers, and even a Japanese koto.

Jun (OOC): “I have a flute, and I join in?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “Yeah, Jun joins in to play from the tree they are sitting in. However, as the music starts a single figure in a Japanese female-style kimono walks up on stage as they shield their face with two paper fans. Their natural-skin color is a bleached white, and their long hair is tied back into a neat and tidy bun as they walk with wooden sandals that are clacking against the floor of the stage. A feminine-looking rag-doll, also in Traditional-Japanese garb, is hanging over the figures’ shoulder…”

William (From the bushes): “Oh Gods, is that-?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “As the face of the figure is revealed, a Taiko drum is hit once as it is VUUVIE that is dancing on stage! However, as the music continues with the clown monsters dancing, he begins singing a very strange song.”

Ogre #1: “Wha da shit is happening?”

Vuuvie: “Some… body once told me… the world is gonna roll me. I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed. She was… looking kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb… In the shape of an ‘L’ on her fore-head.”

Ogre #2: “FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS, WE JUST WANT TO KNOW WHO SHOULD GET TO EAT THIS DEAD GUY!”

//Vuuvie is still doing a fan-dance on stage.//

Vuuvie (OOC): “Oh, that’s easy.” //Vuuvie makes a horizontal motion with one of his fans.// “Just half them and share them.”

// The ogres proceed to tear the body in two, causing the audience of people to finally scream, and panic while both destroying the stalls in the area and fleeing out into the woods. The ogres then storm off, leaving Vuuvie by his lonesome on stage. Jun and William then come out from their hiding places with William having been reeling back at the complete nonsense they just witnessed, and with Jun just happy that they were included in it. All the while, the DM seems to have been the one reeling from what happened the most. //

DM (OOC): “You had a Traditional-Japanese festival in the opening, and had your character cross-dress as a female fan-dancer… Then you had him dance while singing the lyrics of 'All Star’ by Smash Mouth with a Traditional-Japanese festival musical-cover… Just because you encountered two ogres that MIGHT have turned out to be hostile, and you made them go away by meme-ing at them?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “Yep.”

DM (OOC): “Okay…”




Shattered Glass. [A Faded Epilogue]

A/N;This series has been my baby. I thought it had finished long ago but the story took on a life of it’s own. It’s time to close the book and bid a due to the story that started me down this path of writing. Thank you all so much for your kind words and encouragement over the course of 2016. I wish you all the happiness in the world and thank you. I love you all. xoxox Lau

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Request: Yes. 

Warnings: Smut.

Word count:  6,346

Part one.   Part two.   Part three.  Part four.  Part five.   Part six.  Part seven.  Part eight.  Part nine. 

Based on this song and this one

Originally posted by carmenr99

If you’ve ever lost someone everyone will tell you that it gets better. That it will pass. You wanted to find anyone who had ever said that to anyone. You wanted to scream in their face that the hurt doesn’t fade, it doesn’t just disappear like it never happened. It’s like a wound that you can’t treat, the darkness gets inside it and it festers and you can feel it throb everyday. Now imagine that you had lost a lot, lost your friends, your family, your life. You lost yourself, now try and get the strength to go through that everyday whilst you can watch everybody around not even notice.  

If a girl screams behind glass can anybody hear her?  

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Thirty Years Ago Today...

We’ve never been able to find out if sharing the cover with Jupiter was a compliment, a wisecrack or some in-joke so far in it would take a drilling crew to find the punch-line.

Small print is important. There should have been an apostrophe possessive in “Authors’ Wedding” - “Author’s Wedding” would have meant only one author and there seem to be two, while no apostrophe at all is an oopsie. It’s not the only one.

Who is this Moorwood guy?

He must be my doppelganger or something. Looks just like me, the fortunate fellow. :->

So that’s the first thirty. Hey @dduane, feel like going round the block again?

I love you, hon. More than all the words I’ve ever written can begin to say.

So I’d better get busy writing some more…

The more you forget me, the deeper I slip.
Give this silence two more months and it’ll be like we never even met at all. That’s what we both want, right?
The thought of you wanting nothing to do with me still hurts just as much as it used to.
I promise I won’t call anymore.
I won’t even say your name when I’m drunk, alone in a bar.
It won’t be so bad, right?
We always go back to each other, right?

But, what if we don’t this time?

—  Maybe we weren’t supposed to work out
Do you think there’s a right time for two souls who got it wrong the first time? Because life gets heavy when you least expect it, sometimes it’s better that way. And if it’s true, do you reunite as if nothing happened? No blurred lines with pure honesty. And do you see the signs that I see? Does the one who loved less at the time ever have a moment where they finally see what they had? Or is it all hope about “someday”, because it makes a better story for the paper and maybe to people. It’s painfully ironic that we pay no mind to the ones who want us, because we are chasing someone else. She always said, she could tell my soul belonged to someone else because she could see the ghost of you in my eyes.
—  s.s

On the other hand, the fact that Gon knew he had to use excessive force in order to get Illumi to pay attention to him says a lot about his character. He doesn’t like to be looked down on, and this scene proves he’ll do whatever he needs to in order to get his opponent to take him seriously.

Even at this point, I can see the boy who coldly stared Pitou down, and convinced them he was a serious threat through the force of his will alone.

(I wonder if Killua ever found out Gon confronted Illumi in order to rescue him? Does he know Kite’s not the only person he would face down monsters in order to save?)

New rule:

“Bromance” now refers to when two guys are in love, because honestly? It’s great wordplay and deserves to be used in a better (i.e. gayer) context.

Also “friendzone” now means “when ur upset they don’t like u back but u accept it and respect them bc ur a decent person and u remain friends with them”.

Sorry hets but that’s what those words mean now too late to change it back.