in any event i am very sorry for this

I would like to apologize for some of the things I have said about social climbing here in the simming community. I, in a very aggressive manor, attacked a few individuals character which was completely out of line and unfair to any of those who felt the message(s) was directed towards them. Part of me felt used and hurt because of past events recently and I should not have not been so rash to accuse. I have no excuse or justification, it was wrong and I am very sorry. I hope those who I hurt can forgive me. If you would like to talk further please do not hesitate to message me. ♥

Morning Surprises l Jeff Hardy l

Summary: After Raw you and your boyfriend go back to the hotel, and Jeff is in the mood but you are very tired from being in the main event for the Raw’s Women’s title, after you shower and change you quickly fall asleep and the next morning, you wake up to a surprise.

(A/N: There will always be a A/N, before every imagine and i am so sorry for these being short like im trying not to write all short and shit, also like if you don’t like a lot of cussing don’t read any of my stories - XOXO FinnBalorBae)

Warnings: Smut

Originally posted by lunaticskingslayer


It was already 45 minutes into the main event on Raw and you and Sasha were both drained out, you were both just throwing blows at each others, both weak but still determined to win. 

It was the day after Summerslam and you were called up from NXT to challenge Sasha Banks to the Raw Women’s Title. It’s almost the end of the show and yet you both were still fighting strong until you finally gained some energy and started hitting her repeatedly in the face until she fell on the floor.

You had enough energy as you started screaming and hitting at the mat as you backed into a corner, everyone knew what you were setting up for. Sasha stood up and looked around the ring and you ran full force at her and speared her to the mat as you pinned her.

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I have just bought a new brush! (*´∀`) The tip is still new, so the strokes are still very good! I tried to use it once, and then somehow I got really into it and I ended up using it more than any normal artists usually does in a day.

… I should have come up with a more related caption to IH. I am so sorry, words are not my forte.

Anyway!!! August is coming near and every new IH content in the tag–be it events, fan arts, fanfics, or headcanons–are making me even more excited! Please keep up the spirit!

Robb x Female Reader

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Imagine getting drunk with Robb and trying to make a move on him but he respects you to much to go through with it.

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\ Request from anonymous /

Could you write a Robb x Reader? It’s Robb Nameday, so there’s a party at Winterfell and some noble families of the North are invited. After the happy but formal dinner, Robb, Jon, Theon, the reader and other few girls go outside to drink some stolen wine and play games for laugh. A little bit drunk, Robb and reader flirt with each other and end up being apart from the group. Even if Robb is very attracted to her, he decides not to do anything cause she’s dizzy and he respects her.

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kimpalonen  asked:

Hello Aunt Jillie. Recently, I've encountered a few insanely weird, self proclaimed goths arguing that goth isn't a lifestyle (apparantly it's JUST a subculture) and that you shouldn't be goth outside of clubs and your personal life and that living as a goth in the sense that it's a lifestyle means you're stupid, insecure, immature and unprofessional. I feel I need for a second opinion on the matter.

I’m sorry, what? WHAT?!

Well, those people are certainly entitled to their opinions. But in MY opinion (and, I suspect, the opinion of many, many other goths), those people are terribly wrong. So wrong, in fact, that I’m having difficulty wrapping my brain around what they mean. Do they think that unless you’re in your home, at a club, or at an event that you shouldn’t show any indication of your goth inclinations? That, in a way, goth is a costume you put on? How terribly … restricting. And sad.

Also, I am very, very suspicious of people who subscribe to the idea that showing your gothy inclinations somehow marks you as stupid, insecure, immature, and unprofessional. Because, again, they’re wrong. Because if they think that individuals should be like everyone else, and that no one should step outside of narrow, homogeneous boxes in public life, then these self-proclaimed goths are rather missing the point. Life, differences, and individuality are to be embraced and celebrated, not treated as something to be kept under wraps.

I’d like to think that, in those first few months when the lab is hastily abandoned without a trace of the atrocities committed and otherwordly horrors revealed inside, Hopper manages to find his way through to that sorry excuse for a kid’s room and snag the pitiful lion plush with the matted fur and smudged glass eyes left on the hospital bed like a discarded memory. He gets home when she’s fallen asleep, curled into the tiniest ball she can muster on the couch (still sleeping there despite his repeated invitations to let her have the master bedroom to herself). Hopper tucks it gently against her arm and silently retreats to his room. In the corner of the closet, buried under classic vinyl records and crumbling newspaper clippings, a plush tiger matted in dust with smudged glass eyes peers back at him with the same pitiful gaze, and he retires himself to silent sobs on the balcony in the freezing night air 

anonymous asked:

No. 190, Prince Liam x MC/Eleanor. Your writing is so good!

Thank you so much! Here you go, this isn’t actually NSFW (sorry) because my mind went a different direction with the prompt.

History Lesson
By Misha

Disclaimer- I don’t own anything nor am I making any money off this, so please don’t sue me.

Author’s Notes- The idea for this was based on the idea of Liam being a descendant of Kenna’s and the events of The Crown and the Flame being a TV series very loosely based on a real historical figure. I also wanted the chance to tie two of my favorite Choices couples together and am dedicating this to @rantingchoices and @hollyashton , who both love Liam and Diavolos as much as I do. This was also partially inspired by the prompt, “We can’t do that here”.

Pairing- Liam/MC, minor Kenna/Diavolos

Summary- While visiting the Royal Portrait Gallery, Liam tells Eleanor about an interesting legend attached to his most famous ancestor.

Rating- PG

Words- 1571

I had a rare day without any scheduled events and after checking with Maxwell, I decided to explore the castle a bit and ended up in the royal portrait gallery.

I wandered through the hallways looking at the face of past kings and queens of Cordonia and asked myself if I could really see my portrait hanging there someday. I wanted to think so, wanted to believe that I had what it took to be queen and that I was the right choice for Cordonia, but really I wasn’t sure. I loved Liam, that much I was sure of. I also believed that I was the right choice for him personally, but it wasn’t that simple. He wasn’t just a man, he was a prince and soon he’d be a king.

I shook my head, I was getting ahead of myself. There was no guarantee that he would even choose me.

I moved down the hall, taking in the paintings and trying to remain a detached observer. I’m just a tourist visiting Cordonia, I told myself, a part of me wishing it was the truth.

Ugh, there I went again. No thoughts like that. Just concentrate on the paintings of old, dead people. I was still having mental arguments when I paused in front of a particular painting, the name on the plate underneath having caught my eye.

“Everyone stares at that one.”

I turned to see Liam standing behind me with a smile on his face. “What are you doing here,” I asked, “don’t you have official duties you should be attending to?”

“I found myself with a free hour and Maxwell was kind of enough to suggest that I check out the portrait gallery,” he explained, moving closer to me.

“Is that really Kenna Rys?” I asked, motioning to the portrait. “Like from The Crown and the Flame?

“Well, not exactly like that,” Liam said dryly, “The TV series is based on a series of fictional books that were very loosely based on a historical figure, but yes that is the same Kenna Rys.”

“So Cordonia is Stormholt?” I asked curiously. I watched the TV show, or at least I had when I’d been back in the US, I hadn’t actually watched TV since coming to Cordonia, but I hadn’t bothered researching the history behind it. History had never been my favorite subject, especially the history of some country I had never heard of. Or at least until I decided to try and become its queen.

“No, though this was once known as Stormholt castle,” he answered, “Cordonia is made of the entirety of the Five Kingdoms, though that was a title made up for the novels, and many of the current duchies of Cordonia are represented.”

I thought about my knowledge of the show. “Lykos… Lythikos,” I said slowly and then realized that Olivia had the same last name as the villains in the show. Well, that was fitting.

“Exactly,” Liam said with a smile.

“Are you a descendant of Queen Kenna then?” I asked him, looking at the portrait again. Kenna Rys was one of the coolest, most kickass characters on TV and a bit of a personal hero of mine and the idea that I might marry the descendant of the real Kenna was… A little awe-inspiring, actually.

“Yes, though many, many generations removed.” There was an odd look on his face as he looked at the portrait. “There is actually an interesting family legend about Kenna, one I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.”

“Oh, what’s that?” I asked curiously.

“While the story you know is very fictionalized, it is true that Kenna was a brave warrior who united several small kingdoms in peace,” Liam said quietly, “and the legend says that as a reward for her bravery that Kenna was granted the gift of true love and everlasting happiness.”

“That’s a pretty good reward,” I commented, my eyes turning to the portrait hanging next to Kenna’s. I studied the handsome man with strong features and a stoic expression. “I think you’re about to spoil the latest season for me though, because that’s not Dom or Raydan,” I joked, referring to the two main male love interests in the show, “unless the show got their casting way off.”

“No, Kenna’s husband was Diavolos Nevrakis, the son of her sworn enemy,” Liam said, still looking at the portraits, “according to legend, they both fell in love the moment their eyes met. It didn’t matter that their families hated each other, that they were trying to negotiate a very tenuous peace and that neither side approved of the match. They were apparently determined to be together and they somehow found a way and, according to the history books, they had a long, happy marriage.”

Liam suddenly took my hand and then turned to me, looking deep into my eyes. “And family legend says, that not only was granted a happy ending but that all of her descendants would follow in her footsteps and experience love at first sight.”

Oh. We were heading to dangerous territory here, things that probably shouldn’t be said yet, if ever, but… “Do you believe that?”

“I never used to,” he admitted, “I thought it was just a story, after all, I was raised to believe that as a royal I had no right to expect true love. Then Leo met Maya.”

“And it was love at first sight,” I finished, remembering the bits and pieces of the story that he’d told me. How Leo had randomly met his wife in Greece and within a few weeks had abdicated the throne and by the end of the summer, they had been married.

“Yes,” Liam confirmed, “he told me that that the moment she fell into his arm, he knew she was the one. My father recently told me that he also experience that type of love, once.”

I briefly wondered which of the King’s three wives that had been, but I knew it was none of my business. For his sake, though, I hoped it wasn’t the one that had left.

“Even after Leo’s experience, I still didn’t think it would happen to me,” Liam continued, “besides I knew that even if it did, my duty to Cordonia came first. Then I walked into a New York bar and set eyes on a feisty waitress and I knew the legend was true.” Oh wow. “But I still knew my duty, so I walked away and returned him to Cordonia to pick my bride like a dutiful Crown Prince should and then you showed up at the masquerade and I began to hope.”

“Liam…” I said softly, feeling a little overwhelmed.

“It’s ok,” he said softly, squeezing my hand, “I know it’s too early to have this conversation and that I shouldn’t be talking like this, but…” He glanced at the portraits of his ancestors one more time, “I’ve heard that story a million times, but it’s only recently that I really understand what they must have felt and how determined they would have been to overcome the obstacles keeping them apart. Because now I know that when you have a chance for that kind of love, you’ll do anything to keep it.”

I knew that nothing I could say would be appropriate, so instead, I rose on my tiptoes and kissed him deeply. He groaned and kissed me back, his arms reaching around to press my tight against him. After a moment he pulled away, though it obviously took considerable effort.

“As much as I appreciate the thought, we can’t do that here.” He reminded me, stepping back.

Oh, yeah, we were technically in public and if someone saw us, it could cause a scandal. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” he said with a smile, “you make me forget all the rules, Eleanor, and even worse, you make it so that I don’t care.”

I appreciated the sentiment, but we both knew it wasn’t strictly the truth. He did care, he had to care. I might make him forget for a little, but at the end of the day he was still bound by the rules of his country and that meant he wasn’t mine. Not yet, anyway, and maybe never.

But as we stood there, staring at one another underneath the portrait of his most famous ancestor, I couldn’t help but hope. Fate had put Liam in my path for a reason, surely it wasn’t just to torture us with the idea of true love and rip us apart? If our meeting had been destiny, and it certainly felt like it, then I just had to believe that our happy ending was just around the corner.

-          End

Among The Pines

Chapter 6

Warnings: Cussing (of course), a bit of a terribly written make out 😬😐 haha 

Word Count: 2230 ish

A/N: I feel like this is mostly filler, but hopefully gives a bit of insight into another side of the reader. Anyway, the next chapters may take longer to post, since I’ve pretty much caught up with what I already had written before I started posting. I honestly never thought I would I post this much, let alone have people actually interested in it. So thank you so much for reading this 😘💜 Also, feel free to ask me things, keep me inspired guys!

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I have spent days trying to figure out what I want to say. I have crumpled up dozens of pieces of paper and disregarded even more ideas. I have thought about what I could say that might make people feel just a little bit better. But I have come to the realization that it really doesn’t matter what I say. Because there is nothing I can do to take away any of the pain and destruction I have caused. I absolutely loved my parents and had no reason to kill them. I had no reason to dislike, kill or try to kill anyone at Thurston. I am truly sorry that this has happened. I have gone back in my mind hundreds of times and changed one detail, one small event so this never would have happened. I wish I could. I take full responsibility for my actions. These events have pulled me down into a state of deterioration and self-loathing that I didn’t know existed. I am very sorry for everything I have done, and for what I have become.

-Kip’s Statement to the victim’s

GREED PAIR COSPLAY TUTORIAL PART 1: LICHT'S ANGEL BACKPACK

So I promise @harusjiyuu and @makokjiyuu a so-called tutorial in making the Greed Pair cosplay, and I seem to procrastinate until now (I’m so sorry….. OTL).

Anyway, I made this around last year for photoshoots and realized that the method I used to secure the wings weren’t very stellar, so I will put a note later. I also need to say that the original set of wings were lost on my way to an event, so I had to make another set afterwards. :-(

P.S. I am by no means a “professional” cosplayer, so my method is amateurish at best since I made the wings without any tutorial or help and just used common sense. Granted, I made some mistakes here and there, so please take note on that. Thank you. :‘3

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shorty186  asked:

She's with both. Emptage Hallett is her UK agency. WME is her US agency. Most European actors have both. Like Sam is with United Agents in the UK and UTA in the US. I'd guess she didn't sign with WME until after she landed Outlander.

Sorry , I believe you are mistaken . She is repped by Emptage Hallet both in the Uk and US , that’s why her agent Michael Emptage attended the premiere in NYC with her last year and was at the Golden Globes with her this year. If she had a US agent he or she would have attended any US events with her . As for Sam’s agents UTA is part of United Agents. Two subsidiaries of the same agency. Caitriona does have a very close friend that works for WME

ETA~ My apologies to @shorty186 !! I am mistaken not you! I KNEW that Cait is repped by Brian DePersia and that he was at the GG with her , hell I even blogged about it!! I must have been having an out of my mind moment. I apologize @shorty186!!
Kalafina Club
2017/07/18
Kalafina Club

Kalafina Club 2017/07/18

Note: Here’s the new episode of Kalafina’s regular radio show “Kalafina Club”. This won’t be a super detailed translation or anything. I guess you could consider it a summary but hey, you know me, my summaries usually tend to be quite detailed XD As always be aware that my listening comprehension sucks so take everything you see here with a pinch of salt.

Let’s get right to it 〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

Episode # 363

Day Duty: Keiko

Song: さすらい/Sasurai 1998 by Tamio Okuda

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anonymous asked:

Hey, so as much as i want to enjoy bi awareness week, it's been super hard for me because im not out to any of my family and, while the few friends i am out to are supportive, they're not exactly people i can go and talk to about stuff cause they're straight and won't really understand. I just feel so pressured to come out to my family but i know if i do I'll be kicked out and i don't have anywhere to go if i am. I just feel very isolated right now. Any advice?

Hey there,

I’m so sorry it’s this hard for you. But please remember that you are not alone! There are so many bisexual people out there (and a lot of us are in the closet like you). And there will be a time when you live on your own, are independent from your parents and can be yourself and as open about your bisexuality as you want to and you’ll be able to celebrate all the big queer events!!! There’ll be people who love and support you! You won’t be alone with this!

Also I would advice you talk to your friends, even if they’re all straight. It can help to vent this stuff and just tell them that not being able to come out to your family makes you feel like you’re alone! I’m sure they will try to be there for you!

And try to make bi friends online, so you can talk to someone who goes through the same! You can also always message us!

Maddie

Just wanted to say something really quickly in light of tonight’s events. Any gifs or gif sets I post are (unfortunately) not mine. I’ve never claimed credit for them either. I’ve been saving gifs from google for the past couple of days, not realising some of them were fantastic pieces of art by other accounts on tumblr. None of them were watermarked and I never realised they belonged to other people. I’m sorry if I have offended anyone by saving your gifs from google and posting them. As you can probably tell by the state of my account, I’m very new to tumblr and am still very unsure of how it works and I’m still learning. If I’ve offended anyone I’m truly sorry and if you wanna message me I can take down whatever it is I’ve stolen from you. I’m just an 18 year old Irish gal who fell in love with h50 and wanted to be part of the fandom. I promise to be more careful in the future. Sorry for the rant but after being dragged and disrespected for making this honest mistake I just wanted to clarify things.

chronomatic-workshop  asked:

Out of curiosity, how has Velen been interacting with those draenei that were present at the fall of Kil'jaeden? (this might be me poking and seeing if you would be interested in a starter in that vein in the near future ♥)

do you mean during the event itself or in like the days following? i’ll be honest, Velen is tired. REALLY tired. he’s very aware that not all of his people, eyewitnesses especially, necessarily agree with how he handled Kil’jaeden ( did you ever mention to me what Rilgon’s stance on that was? i am a forgetful turd im sorry ) and that is very much a factor of said tiredness. he’ll answer any questions they have and justify himself as he sees fit, because he understands that KJ hurt almost every draenei on Azeroth in some way, shape, or form rather than only himself and they deserve closure. he’s not willing to argue it, he’s not up for debate, but he will explain as best he can. the support his people have given him as well is something he is INCREDIBLY thankful for, because honestly he needs it now more than ever.

Velen’s been put through a lot in a very short amount of time, between his son dying in his arms and having to put down someone who he had once cared for very dearly. he’s doing the best he can to keep his people’s spirits high and preserve their faith, especially in those who doubt him, but he’s struggling to keep his head above the water.

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A Smart Space Romp That's Out Of This World
'Killjoys' hits that sweet spot between 'Arrow' and 'The Flash.'

If there are any former fans of Sleepy Hollow or t1OO out there that are looking for a really fun genre show to check out, may I recommend Killjoys? In this Syfy adventure show, a black woman named Dutch (Hannah John-Kamen) leads a team of space bounty hunters, and that it a sentence I very much enjoyed typing. Space bounty hunters!  

Killjoys is from the creator of Lost Girl, which I liked a lot, especially in its early seasons. I cannot recall any or many high-profile LGBTQ characters in the 10 episodes of Killjoys first season, but the show is quite sex-positive in general, for whatever that’s worth. Perhaps we’ll get some ongoing LGBTQ representation* in Season 2 (fingers crossed). And that second season can’t come soon enough for me. 

*There’s a bartender named Pree in Killjoys and we don’t know Pree’s sexuality, but I am 100 percent sure every single regular in that bar finds Pree very sexxxy (it’s just science). Regardless, he’s fantastic and I hope we find out much more about that character in future episodes!

In any event, I’m trying to help out fans who may be looking for something to watch with smart, fun, enlightened storytelling, a genre setting and a WOC lead character. I am sorry to report that the entire season is not streaming anywhere yet, but it’s available for purchase at the usual online vendors. 

Read more about Killjoys at the link above, and pass this on if you care to. It’d be so great to lift the profile of this show before it returns later in 2016, because I want it to run as long as possible, if future seasons were as good as season 1. There’s so little good space-set TV storytelling right now, and there is always a profound need to have stories that center women of color. Always. 

Tell all your friends, especially friends who will very likely think Hannah’s co-stars Aaron Ashmore & Luke Macfarlane are easy on the eyes are excellent actors!

anonymous asked:

I read in the past you've battled trauma, PTSD specifically. I wondered if you had any tips for reconnecting with people after trauma has occurred. I've been through some things in my life where I feel isolated in my experience, like other people could not understand me because they cannot understand the events which have impacted me so much. First, do you ever feel like this? Second: have you found ways to reconnect? I'm struggling.

Hello! First of all, I am so very sorry you’ve had to go through this. I hope you’re safe now and please know I’m literally always there if you’d need me for something.
And yes, I feel that way. Both with friends and family strangely enough- both in the way that they simply don’t/won’t understand and in the “Oh yes I also had this one scary and nasty, yet common place experience so I totally get it” with my mental “go fuck yourself 9 ways till Sunday because you literally don’t have a clue”.

Have I reconnected? Yes and no. I pretty much made a clear cut in my life so I am no longer in contact with people were part of my life then. Which indirectly means I got to reinvent myself as I healed. First I ignored it and tried to “act normal” (failed because hey PTSD) then I acknowledged my problem (ish) and nowadays (12 years after moving away) I’m quite open about it. But I often find people do not understand and I’ve gotten used to it, in fact I’m happy they don’t. At the end of the day it’s the type of thing only people who have suffered similarly will understand.
I have over the years become much better at connecting again socially (in general). For me it took coming to terms with what I had been through to do so. But it’s still a work in process; I am very, very afraid to love and trust and to open up completely- really connect.

It helped for me to talk once I was ready. By talking I “encage” it im words and im reality, rather than allowing it to rampage my mind. By talking I look under my bed, rather than state up at the ceiling fearing the monster beneath me (so to speak). But I also do it because I decided to use my experiences. For a while I worked with q charity for women who had been victims of sexual/physical/domestic/psychological/etc violence and that helped me a lot. I talked to these women and these girls so they felt someone understood them. We also read books and poems together and discussed those foe example (more, but this is most relevant) and it also helped me.


I’d personally recommend first looking at reconnecting yourself/coming to terms. For me that was essential and a prerequisite. And don’t expect people to fully understand, because they never will (I think that’s good because I care for them and dont wish that upon them). For me talking helped, expressing myself making it real. Because is it really people you feel disconnected from, or life in general? For me it was the latter and nothing felt quite real (and I still have that at times) and it’s common in PTSD I believe, but it’s an important difference. And it sounds silly, but connect where you can connect; hobbies, music, film, sport, whatever. Don’t let trauma define you. It will shape you, but never let it define you (and otherwise make it positive in some way, as typical as it sounds). I am very mucb shaped by what I went through, but I try to be defined as more and as the things I became on my own. I feel that reconnecting is something embedded in the larger problem tbh… you canr only “solve” or treat that one aspect- it’s all interconnected.


I hope this helps… feel free to ask me more or pm me!

“I have spent days trying to figure out what I want to say. I have crumpled up dozens of pieces of paper and disregarded even more ideas. I have thought about what I could say that might make people feel just a little bit better. But I have come to the realization that it really doesn’t matter what I say. Because there is nothing I can do to take away any of the pain and destruction I have caused. I absolutely loved my parents and had no reason to kill them. I had no reason to dislike, kill or try to kill anyone at Thurston. I am truly sorry that this has happened. I have gone back in my mind hundreds of times and changed one detail, one small event so this never would have happened. I wish I could. I take full responsibility for my actions. These events have pulled me down into a state of deterioration and self-loathing that I didn’t know existed. I am very sorry for everything I have done, and for what I have become.”

- Kip Kinkel’s (Thurston High school shooter) statement to the victims read in court before being sentenced to 111 Years in prison without the possibility of parole