is there ever is a next time

“I feel good right now. Ever since I left my job in insurance, I’ve written twelve plays and two children’s books. I’ve had my plays performed in Atlanta, Washington DC, San Francisco, and Yale University. My ex-wife and I have become best friends. I apologize all the time for the man I was before I followed my passion, and she comes to my plays and readings. I moved to New York at the age of 65 to take things to the next level. Now I want to see one of my plays on Broadway.”

Stephen Amell sold the heck out of all of his scenes in “The Fallen,” and many of the big moments of the episode would have fallen flat without him as the principal performer. One of his greatest scenes, however, was one in which he was the subject rather than speaker. As Emily Bett Rickards delivered her speech about how Oliver’s time as the Arrow changed lives for the better, Amell’s minute reactions were masterful. Ever the gloomy brooder, Oliver visibly discounts each of her compliments…until she tells him how he had affected her. Oliver could talk himself out of every victory that he’d struck as the Arrow, but Felicity loving him was not something within his power to change. He couldn’t take it away from her, and so he had to accept that he had earned her feelings for him.

Deleted Scenes From Arrow 3x20: What Worked, What Didn’t, and What Needs to Happen Next, laurawritesabout

This is one of my favourite sections of the episode. Oliver struggles to believe what Felicity tells him, about how much good he’s done in the world, how he’s changed and saved lives. His innermost demons don’t let him believe her, no matter how much he may want to. 

It’s only when Felicity tells him what impact he’s had on her life that he lets himself believe. His breath hitches and his eyes widen. It’s one thing to discount the impact you’ve had on nameless, faceless strangers, but when the one person you love more than anyone else in the world is telling you that you play such an important role in their life, to the point where their life is better for knowing you, you can’t help but finally see yourself through their eyes. And believe. 

Stephen is the master of expression and nuance but his work in this scene was just phenomenal. 

This was one of the very first wildlife photos I ever snapped. It was taken at Lake Manyara, TZ in 2007 on the first day of my very first safari. It is not cropped. Without knowing it at the time, this shot, as well as two others from that trip, would jump start my Wild! life and would begin to define the aesthetic style I would spend the next 8 years chasing. Who knew a lion sleeping in a tree could change a life?

AU where Touhou fans are the Superwholocks

What the hell did you just fucking say about Touhou you bitch? Did you seriously just say it’s not that interesting? Well you messed with the wrong fandom! You’re shit-talking an army of incredibly powerful youkai who are thousands of years old, oni that could punch you into a wall and then rip your limbs off, magicians that can fire lasers the width of the sun, gods with total control over the elements and shrine maidens with all their power. We know how to fight in the toughest, most beautiful danmaku duels you’ve ever seen, and if you mess with us you’ll die but only after seeing the most amazing and interesting patterns you’ve ever seen. We’re masters of the fighting games and could combo you to Jigoku and back before you could say ‘but I want to do the Makai route’. Minamitsu Murasa will sink your so-called ‘interesting’ ships and Yuyuko will use her powers over death TO LITERALLY KILL YOU. So next time you decide to mess with a Touhou fan, remember Utsuho who will nuke your whole city, Flandre who can turn you into a red puddle, Suika who will throw your whole lame fandom into a black hole, and Keine who will remove any remaining traces of you from human history. You can never stop us.



I am so bewildered by my Club Tortimer experience. Usually, I am paired with wonderful people who enjoy having fun just as much as the next person. Tonight, however, I was paired with Mayor Leyna, in which I provided her Town Player Card so others would not have to be verbally brutalized like so. 

When I first arrived, she told me to “watch out” shortly after greeting each other. To my dismay, I stepped outside to find myself surrounded by pitfalls. After falling in a few, I went inside to politely leave when she begged me not to go. I told her I wanted to have fun, so she told me she would dig up the pitfalls. Unfortunately, I gave her another chance. After catching bugs and fishing for a little while, she claimed nobody has ever visited her town and kept crying next to my mayor. I told her it was no reason to be sad and to give it time, in which she asked if I could visit her town. I politely turned her down by saying I do not lend out my friend code unless I have been playing with the other person for a while. That is when she started being vulgar towards me. As shown above, after swearing at me, she chased me around the island hitting me with her net making it impossible for me to enjoy myself. I asked if she could stop, and when she refused, I went inside to put my findings away and leave. That did not go over with her so well. She started a tour so I could not leave, and because I chose not to participate, she told me to basically kill myself. Not to mention the entire time she was treating me like a dog by calling me “doggy” and demanding I sit. I had had enough. I told her if she did not let me leave, I would have to lag switch myself home. Even though I lost all of my belongings, I left after she called me disgusting. 

I cannot believe there are people in the world that would go around bringing others down by verbally attacking them. To me, Animal Crossing is my chance to get away from the real world, not be reminded of it. 

Early Breakfast Scribble  

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I just thought of updating you peeps with my status.

I am so sorry If I have  been quite inactive lately. I’ve been extremely burnt out from surprise errands and exams. I’m very exhausted and ill at the moment. All  I ever want to do now is to get some sleep.   .( ̵˃﹏˂̵ )

 I will probably be inactive again next week but it doesn’t mean I had neglected requests. There’s a preview/ WIP  under the cut if you’re interested in few of the unfinished sketch requests I already started. 

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Freeman Dyson reviews Gleick's book on information theory

“How We Know” is Freeman Dyson’s essay on information theory in next month’s New York Review of Books, inspired by James Gleick’s The Information: A History, a Theory, a Flood. Dyson’s thoughts on Claude Shannon, Wikipedia, and twenty-first century science are illuminating, and man, does it ever leave me wanting to read the book – Gleick being one of the greatest science writers of all time, and information theory being one of the subjects that interests me the most.

 Jimmy Wales hoped when he started Wikipedia that the combination of enthusiastic volunteer writers with open source information technology would cause a revolution in human access to knowledge. The rate of growth of Wikipedia exceeded his wildest dreams. Within ten years it has become the biggest storehouse of information on the planet and the noisiest battleground of conflicting opinions. It illustrates Shannon’s law of reliable communication. Shannon’s law says that accurate transmission of information is possible in a communication system with a high level of noise. Even in the noisiest system, errors can be reliably corrected and accurate information transmitted, provided that the transmission is sufficiently redundant. That is, in a nutshell, how Wikipedia works.

The information flood has also brought enormous benefits to science. The public has a distorted view of science, because children are taught in school that science is a collection of firmly established truths. In fact, science is not a collection of truths. It is a continuing exploration of mysteries. Wherever we go exploring in the world around us, we find mysteries. Our planet is covered by continents and oceans whose origin we cannot explain. Our atmosphere is constantly stirred by poorly understood disturbances that we call weather and climate. The visible matter in the universe is outweighed by a much larger quantity of dark invisible matter that we do not understand at all. The origin of life is a total mystery, and so is the existence of human consciousness. We have no clear idea how the electrical discharges occurring in nerve cells in our brains are connected with our feelings and desires and actions.

How We Know (via MeFi)

If Zach ever gets confrontational with someone and says “Next time I’m HoH i’m putting you up.” they better reply “That’s fine, but which one of your allies are you sending home?” or some variation of it. If that flop is not rubbed in his face at least ONE TIME these houseguests have failed. Don’t make me rely on P*ter Br*wn for him to get shaded for that!

okay im just gonna yell for a bit because i feel happy for the first time in months but i!!!!! i kissed somebody tonight. and it felt so nice to be like that w somebody and they actually hadnt ever kissed anybody before and spent the next 15 minutes blushing and grinning and telling me how wonderful tonight was for them and it made me feel so nice, even nicer than it felt to kiss them, and im just. in a rare Good Place and its so nice and i feel Okay and wow just wow! !! goodness



Okay I still need to be style the side pieces properly but that can happen the next time I fit it. I think I’ve put in at least a month’s work into this thing? More if you count research and planning. There are tons of things I would redo if given the chance, however for a first ever attempt at spiking a wig I’m pretty happy with the result. This is a huge part of the costume done now, there’s still plenty to do though. I’ll do a full write up soon with progress shots.

It’ll be a little while before I put myself through this hell again. Also I didn’t realise how appropriate my shirt was until now hahaha

I remember one time back in high school I accidentally left my one of my history elective textbooks in class one day. I didn’t realize that fact until I got home later that day, and naturally I was freaking out because I could not for the life of me find it. I tried to convince myself that I left it in my locker, and the next morning, sure enough, it wasn’t there. I had another class with that teacher, so I thought maybe I left it in the class and could grab it then. But it wasn’t there either. Naturally, I was sick to my stomach at this point. I couldn’t find the fucking history textbook and I looked everywhere. Every single classroom I had. The cafeteria. The lost and found in the office. Literally every possible location.

Then it was time for the actual class, and of course, we needed our books. I feel now is a good time to point out that this teacher was hard, mean, and honestly scared the shit out of me a little. She was not the type of teacher you wanted to make mad, and I was honestly on the verge of passing out. But she did have a policy of “if you forget your book you have one free pass and can borrow one from the spare books in the back of the room”. I had never forgotten my book before, so I thought it was all ok. I went to the back to grab the spare and then- she started yelling at me.

Now I don’t handle getting yelled at well at all. It kills me. I will cry. I will cry every damn time. But getting yelled at in public? I wish she had just shot me in the face because it would have been less painful. Turns out, she had my book the whole time. She watched me search the whole classroom. She saw how upset I was and how much I was trying to find it. But she fucking hid the book on me instead of giving it back in the other class. She waited until it would cause a scene, and she started screaming about how irresponsible I was and how I need to pay more attention and how I should have gone to her in the first place and asked (even though, as I have stressed, she fucking terrified me).

Finally she gave the book back, and I had to sit there for the next hour and a half while she taught trying not to sob my eyes out.

From that point on, up until my freshman year of college, I hated history. She ruined history for me. I never wanted to take another fucking class. It was my best subject, it was the one I was most passionate about, and she killed it for me. I don’t know what her problem was, and to this day I don’t understand why she acted the way she did. But it was probably the most embarrassing moment of my entire life, and it’s horrible to think that one person almost ruined forever my favorite thing in the world.

When you get first place at UIL region then your hockey teams kicks enough ass to make it to the next round (plus your dad takes the time to watch it with you) and you’re like “wow. best day ever.”

I have three accounts. The first two I created last year, one month and then the next. I keep them both very separate. My main is focused on many things, my secondary account is focused on very specific breeding projects. It’s nice to be able to play the game two different ways. I keep both accounts very separate. The only time they ever share anything is with a ‘nest rental.’

It’s been almost a year and lately the game has been getting a bit tedious. I log in, do daily stuff, maybe breed some dragons and then I’m done. At the most recent registration window I decided, why not make another account? That’s literally the best thing I’ve done in a while. I joined a new flight, did a newbie tutorial there, acted like I’ve never played this game before, bred stupid dragons together with horrible ranges. It was awesome. I’m having fun again. If you’re getting bored of the game, my advice? Make a new account and start from scratch.

so this was the hardest semester ive ever been through bc i took on 3 classes instead of 2 and i was diagnosed with pots and sjogrens and androgenic alopecia and my skin broke out (two things that are impossible to deal w when you have bdd) and i managed to get two a’s (philosophy and world civ) and a very high b that i might be able to get to an a w/ some hw and extra credit (in statistics which is infamously the hardest math ever!!!) i thought iwas gonna fail everything, i almost gave up several times, but i was able to do it. BUT IM TAKING THIS NEXT SEMESTER OFF LOL..

The only time I’ve ever had my hair natural without braids or extensions or relaxer was when I was little and I wanted to see what my hair looked like and my stepmum told me off and told me that my hair wasn’t normal and should be kept in braids. But starting either next weekend or the weekend after I’m going to try to grow my hair out in it’s natural form, I no longer care that I won’t look like all the people around me (who are mostly white let’s be honest) because it’s my hair and my body and I can do what I want with them. 

I am getting ready for Dewey’s 24 Hour Readathon and this time around I am better prepared than ever - books are selected and a bunch of junk food is waiting to be devoured in the next 24 hours.

So far I always went to bed for about 6-7 hours, but now I will try to push through and go for at least 20 hours of reading. I really doubt I can make it that long, but I’m willing to give it my best shot.

I plan to read: 

  • Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
  • A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf
  • Antigone by Sophocles
  • She is not Invisible by Marcus Sedgqick
  • The Auschwitz Violin by Maria Angels Anglada
  • Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare (not on the pic)
  • Captive Prince: Volume One by C.S. Pacat (Kindle)
  • Captive Prince: Volume Two by C.S. Pacat (Kindle)

There is no way I will be able to go through the entire pile, but I like having many options. Woo just a bit less than 1h30 min until the kick-off!