if i'm not the world makes no sense

the signs as history of the entire world
  • Aries: Here comes the Assyrian empire-- never mind it's the Babylo-- Media-- it's the Persian Empire! (wow, that's big)
  • Taurus: ...they never got Ethiopia...
  • Gemini: Coming soon to a dank river valley near you
  • Cancer: It's sad. I'm sad. I miss you.
  • Leo: here's some huge heads. Must be the Olmecs.
  • Virgo: You could make a reli-- no, don't
  • Libra: It's a great idea. He was great. And now he's dead.
  • Scorpio: Don't worry about Rome, it won't fall.
  • Sagittarius: Actually, never. And also now. Nothing is nowhere. When? Never. Makes sense, right?
  • Capricorn: This whole thing is bullshit that's a scam fuck the church
  • Aquarius: What's on the menu? Communism!
  • Pisces: ...Wanna get enlightened in the middle of nowhere?
how to make a kids show dystopia

1. make it colorful

2. slight reference to familiar things

3. appeal to the younger generations underlying but present sense of anxiety about a world plagued by random acts of violence and an overwhelming problem of climate change and pollution. ‘The world is going to end’ is a very present mentality and the colorful optimism of kids-apocalypse assures them that it will still be okay after all that.

4. make it gay.

My dad told me a story recently about how he was in Boy Scouts or something and they went on a hike and were each given a rifle and one single bullet to practice shooting with (idk, it was the 70s or whatever). One of his friends, whom I’ll refer to as Steel Balls for reasons that will soon become clear, beckons my dad to a part of the woods and points to a giant hornets nest up in a tree. SB announces that he’s going to shoot it, waits for my dad to take cover (as one should in this situation), and fires off his only round into the nest. Sure enough, a swarm of pissed off hornets descend upon SB, who stands stoically and perfectly still at the base of the tree. Dad maintains that, despite their buzzing right around him, none of the hornets stung his friend, and they soon calmed down and returned to their newly renovated nest. SB turns back to face my dad and imparts this chunk of wisdom: “That’s the secret to dealing with hornets, Jim. They don’t know humans make rifle shots; they don’t know where the noise came from. You gotta stand still and don’t move, and they won’t chase you. If you run, they know you’re guilty.” Apparently dad was so awed he gave up his single bullet so SB could shoot the nest a second time, with the same results.

Long story short: hornets can sense guilt and there are people in the world who have tested this theory.

You didn’t do well...

Dear Jonghyun,

I know you don’t know me, and I don’t know you, but dude, I can say with 100% confidence that you didn’t do well.  

No…you didn’t just do well…

You were EXCEPTIONAL.

I can think back to the first time I saw a SHINee video…it was A.Mi.Go.  And while I liked and noticed each member, it was your voice - the passion in it - that stuck with me from that first listen (and, if I’m being real here, I also thought you were hella attractive).  From that point and every moment forward, my reactions to you were “Wow…what a talent.”  A powerhouse vocalist, a skilled dancer, and as you grew into adulthood and went solo, your sense of music…your innate connection to notes, the rhythm, the tone…it was all beyond exceptional.  Listening to your music is still and always will be such an experience for me, such an enormous joy for a fellow singer and composer.  Above all, you know how to emote with your music, whether you were singing or composing - your music touches people in ways that is rare.  There are great composers and singers out there, but not all of them can emote the way you have in your music.  What a blessing for us to be able to experience your genius through your music.

You also spoke to me on levels that were quite personal.  I happen to be a feminine Asian gay man raised in the West, and of course masculine standards here are no less forgiving.  The image you chose to put forth, the truth you chose to live - defiantly proud of your softness and femininty while proclaiming clearly that those characteristics did not decrease your value as a person - helped me.  I’m five years older than you, but your bravery taught me so much, and because of the example you set to thousands upon thousands of people, I’m now completely unashamed to embrace my own identity as a gender nonconforming cis Asian dude.  You taught me to LIKE the fact that I’m skinny, and a bit “soft”, and a bit “fluffy”…you taught me to be proud of being smaller and “cute” instead of feeling like I always had to strive to be hard and handsome like society expected.  This is not to say that this didn’t come with challenges for you; you’ve expressed openly that you WORKED to find some level of comfort in your identity, and even then, I imagine it may have been a struggle.  But the effort you put into trying to love yourself…just know that it benefitted me, and I’m sure others.

And I guess with that, I’ll segue to the central part of your being exceptional: YOU WORKED SO HARD.  You threw your everything into your music, into your career, into your fans, into your family, into LOVE for others around you and seeking to make those around you happy even when you struggled so hard and seemingly in futility to find your own happiness.  You persevered when you didn’t have to.  I once told a friend that I was so in awe of the fact that you did EVERYTHING with your whole self…even if it was just smiling or laughing.  I think many of us saw the pain behind it, but you still did it all with enthusiasm and EFFORT.  You put so much effort into living, and I think so many of us appreciate all that effort so much.  You gave us years of beautiful music, beautiful imagery, and beautiful smiles.  Even when you didn’t have to, you worked through so much pain to make this world a beautiful, more musical place…and you succeeded.  And we THANK YOU.

You didn’t do well, good sir.  You did EXCEPTIONALLY, and you will be remembered as such.  I don’t know you dude…but in a very real way (or at least a way that is real to me), I love you, and I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.

- hyo, some random fan dude

anonymous asked:

Hey! If you're still taking prompts, could you write about neil and Andrew having a conversation about Neil's past? Like the stuff he had to do to survive and the stuff he went through with the worlds shittiest parents? Also I'm pretty sure neil has killed people like it makes complete sense so maybe andreil talking about that?

There’s a band of pale blue light nipping at the tops of the trees and sharpening the silhouettes of the houses, but everything else is fresh and dark. Andrew smokes with the pack clenched in his fist, the cherry of the cigarette winking at the street lamps winking at the orange moon.

Their front porch isn’t like the rush of the rooftop, but he can get that same jitter of fear from Neil nowadays, and he’s more portable. He’d left him knotted in the bedsheets an hour ago, and knowing he’s inside somewhere at his back is burning him up. Andrew inhales and focuses on the exhale, the way the smoke still tries to hurt him when it should’ve given up. He likes that nicotine doesn’t leave him alone.

Neil slips out the front door and lets the screen door clatter, and Andrew knows that he’s upset before he sits down two steps below Andrew, holding his own head.

He doesn’t ask; just smokes fervently. The moon bobs its head sympathetically, wind catches the smoke and breaks it over Neil’s head like water on rocks.

It occurs to Andrew that Neil isn’t going to start this conversation, because he likes to think things through on his own, solve them wrong, and tell Andrew about his mistakes later. He’s insufferably convinced of his own problem-solving abilities, then obsessed with the mechanism of his own missteps.

“What?” Andrew asks impatiently. He flicks ash from his cigarette and holds it out in front of Neil’s face. Neil sidles through his own tangled thinking for long enough to glance up. He leans forward and sucks the smoke from between Andrew’s fingers.

When he looks away, gusting smoke from his open mouth, he says, “Matt called. We fought.”

You fought,” Andrew guesses.

Neil looks agitated, blue in the choked light, eyes black and furious. “He was being unfair. He keeps trying to tell me what’s right or wrong lately, because he thinks I’ve been— been deprived, like my experiences were outside of humanity, or morality, and it’s so— condescending.”

“You’re only realizing this now? All of the foxes are condescending. It is the only way they can avoid their own failure.”

“This was different,” Neil says, shaking his head. “I can tell when they’re saying things because they want to see my reaction, and this wasn’t that. He meant what he was saying.”

“And what was that?”

Neil goes gagged silent. He shifts backwards up to Andrew’s stair without looking at him, settling into the groove worn into the wood.

“That killing someone makes you a monster. That murder is the worst thing you can do to a person.”

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anonymous asked:

Have you read any fics where Viktor and Yuuri are switched? Sorta like everything is the same except Yuuri is the legend and Viktor is the untapped potential? I'm not sure if I'm making much sense. Sorry.

Thanks for these requests! This is a great AU!


Role Reversal AU


body music (reverse au) series by fan_nerd, Teen, 31k
A series of fics where yuuri is 27/28 and is victor’s coach; victor is 23/24 and has idolized yuuri. role reversal au. LOVE! Must read!

Love is a Special Sort of Power by sushicorps (Inclinant), Gen, 2.9k (WIP)
27-year-old reigning world champion and soon-to-be-coach Katsuki Yuuri’s power of love is super effective! AWESOME fic!

Saudade by AdvisedPanic, Teen, 6.6k
After an injury at the GPS that prevents his 5th consecutive win, Victor vows to return to skating to reclaim his title. Katsuki Yuuri is a ballet danseur who suffered a similar injury years before and made a successful comeback. Yuuri choreographs and coaches Victor through his toughest competitive season yet, but as it will always be, they fall in love along the way. Great role reversal AU!

Strut by Panny, Mature, 15k (WIP)
All Victor had ever wanted was to skate on the same ice as his idol, Yuuri Katsuki, as an equal. All Yuuri wanted was to be a figure skating hermit and ignore the world. Thumbs up!

Constellations (Things You Left Unsaid) by DasWarSchonKaputt, Teen, 28k
Role reversal au, wherein Yuuri is a figure skating legend in the making - mostly made, or so they say - who decides to take a season off at the peak of his career, and Victor is the runaway international student from Russia who joins his university and cons Yuuri into becoming his coach. Definitely recommend!

Victor On Ice by Artdefines06, Gen, 19k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov won’t be skating this season. What was Yuuri supposed to do now? Must read!

I Want to Skate like Him by IdunAurora, Mature, 27k
At age 27, five time consecutive world figure skating champion Yuuri Katsuki decides to retire. He has barely made it home to Hasetsu before he finds an eager and all too enthusiastic silver-haired Russian on the doorstep of Yu-Topia Akatsuki, demanding Yuuri to coach him. LOVE!

A Sequence for You by wisia, Teen, 4.7k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki retired from ice skating without any medals or breaking any records. It’s fine. He couldn’t have made it anyway. So, why was Victor Nikiforov asking him to be his coach? Highly recommend!

Allegro Appassionato! : A Yuri!!! on Ice Role Reversal AU series by Daughter of Vayu (aquaregia), Teen, 11k
There was a man who took the figure skating world by storm. There was a man who toppled the living legend, and was crowned as the Ice Prince. And the man disappeared, no one ever heard from him again. Until a video was posted on YouTube, and Yuri Plisetsky took off to Japan. Great role reversal AU!

On Ice, Yuri!!! by octothorpe, Gen, 4.8k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki’s winning routine always involved the following steps: receive the gold medal and bouquet, smile at the cameras, and graciously thank his supporters. Instead of participating in the after-podium charade, he finds himself at emergency step number four: take refuge in a bathroom stall to quell the beginnings of an anxiety attack. Can’t wait for more!


The awesome role reversal gif is created by @angelshawke! Check out their blog!

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my aesthetic: the jonas brothers being unironically classified as pop punk

also why do people want this concept to end like they can and HAVE come out w bops inbetween the concept… they did it w dope/fire/save me/bst.. we are getting the best of both worlds…… like it doesn’t make sense and if u hate the storyline just don’t pay attention to it dkskdnksns

anonymous asked:

We keep saying Dean's "emotionally compromised" and I keep feeling like I'm on a procedural cop show

Originally posted by miinyooongii

A procedural cop show where Sam is the long suffering partner and best friend to Dean who is in love with the leader of the forensic team Castiel and gets all excited whenever there’s a chance they need to call him in.

x

anonymous asked:

is yuzu underscored? I see people say he deserved more +3s at Worlds in particular

yuzuru deserves a world record every time he sees fit to grace the ice with his presence, even if all he does is lie in front of the judges making snow angels

thank you fandom

I draw Harry Potter and canon couples because I want to have something to remember myself about the reasons why I started reading the books - and eventually loving them so much. I read when I didn’t know what fandom - and even media - meant (tumblr didn’t exist), so I wasn’t influenced by fanon couples and headcanons, that’s why I am so attached to the books and its essence. The canon is everything that brought me here now but it’s the fandom that makes me stay.

There won’t be Cursed Child or Fantastic Beast reference in my sketches. I don’t think I will draw a post-HarryPotter7Books art, if you are wondering. Harry, Hermione, Weasleys, Jily, Marauders - these characters are my childhood and what I hold on to whenever I think about Harry Potter. It’s like loving an old music because something really good happened when you were listening to it. It brings all the good memory. I don’t want to lose that, I don’t want to lose this part of my childhood/teenage years, which so important.  But why am I still here in my 20s? Because of the fucking fandom now. A community that fills our imagination about Harry & Co when JK Rowling doesn’t. Creating expectations and headcanons in our heads, bringing point of views of scenes we’ve never thought of before, like we are reading a different story every single time. HP world transforms with us and that’s because of you! 

Thank you for being a fanartist/ficwriter/reader, a true potterhead just enjoying the trip. You keep this fandom alive. You keep my imagination/inspiration alive, therefore, a new drawing almost everyday now. Thank you.

I suppose one of the reasons why this whole “Dwarves don’t ever farm or grow/raise their own food” thing started is because Dwarves are mountain people, and there aren’t real mountains in Britain for reference. Growing up in Germany and first learning about agriculture as a little child, the area that had the overwhelming focus was the Alps… despite living half a country away from said Alps. I forgot most of the details but I’m sure we spent at least half a year learning about cattle and plant industry up in the mountains, and really every mountain region I know of has its own flourishing industry, the exceptions being mountain regions that just don’t have anyone living in them in the first place. So yeah, especially in a possibly volcanic region such as Erebor might be farming would be the obvious thing to do. Also goats are a thing. And livestock gets kept inside during the cold months anyway so there’d be no issue keeping them inside the mountain either. It’s been years and still this “Dwarves don’t provide their own food” makes zero sense to me

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AhRo is everything to me. Not because I want or need her. She is the reason I’m still alive and breathing.

requested by @evil-writer
[insp.]

Hogwarts House Aesthetics

Gryffindor: Chimney smoke mixing with the clouds as a storm begins to brew. A roaring fireplace on a cold January night. Inkblots on a crumpled sheet of paper. Autumn leaves dancing around each other as they fall to the ground. Plaid blankets. The song the wind sings when no one is listening. Loosely braided hair. A handful of copper coins. Skinned knees and untied shoelaces. The crease between eyebrows as lips pucker to blow out a candle. Laughter at six in the morning. Hands moving so fast that they look like fluttering birds. Broken tree branches. Songs sung off-key, out of tune, and together.

Ravenclaw: Rain pounding on the windows when everyone is asleep. A closed book on a dusty desk. Feathers. An emptied water glass, alone on the table. Wire-rimmed glasses. The leather bound cover of an overused journal. Handwriting so quick and swirled that it can hardly be counted as legible. The draft of air from an open window. Unnamed constellations. A cat with its claws stuck in the curtains. Perfectly buttoned shirts. Nights spent without sleep. A chessboard where the first player has yet to make a move. Lips pursed in thought. Bottle caps hidden in a box beneath a bed. A pen without ink. The feeling of falling asleep.

Hufflepuff: A flower unfurling its petals to greet the dawn. Freckles dotting blushing cheeks. Soup beginning to boil. Dust drifting through a lonely ray of sunlight. Tapping fingers that speed with every minute. Friends calling to each other from down the hall. Boots with broken zippers. A sunset just before it turns blue. A single bumblebee. A pair of socks with the toes worn away. The smell of something baking two rooms away. Birds singing an hour too early. The reflection of a face in a spoon. Birds flying in vee formation. Pinkies linked together. Eyes widened in realization. The call of a trumpet into an empty room. Hands stained with flour. The lingering of breath after a question. An owl carrying a letter. Papercuts. A face caught in standstill as it shifts from confusion to a smile.

Slytherin: Staying up too late and waking up too early. A river as it emerges from hibernation. Silver coins. Coats with three shiny buttons that swirl around the ankles. The moon on a cloudless night. Confessions spilled into the open air. Ivy creeping up the side of an old building. Falling into a familiar pair of arms. Blankets tangled helplessly. Bells. Footprints in freshly-fallen snow. Sentences without punctuation. A slightly breathless voice. A dream that doesn’t make sense but doesn’t seem entirely fictional. Hoarse whispers. Unused parchment. The flicker of a lightbulb on a windy day. Yawning. Overgrown grass in a forgotten field. Ears stained pink from embarrassment and cold weather. A handwritten letter sealed with wax. Boiling water. Standing off to the side and watching the world go by.


Other Aesthetics: The Marauders / Lily Evans / Jily and Wolfstar