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Thank you, Buffy.

I don’t think I could ever properly express what this show has done for me. Above all else, it’s shown me that life is worth living, no matter what. This journey I’ve been on with this show…it’s changed my life. It’s brought happiness and light and perspective and warmth. Nothing has ever done this for me before. Nothing has ever made me more…me.

So, thank you, Buffy.

20th Anniversary Buffy Birthweek: 7 Seasons  

anonymous asked:

Do u have any tips for writing English essays?

hello! i have some tips, but i’m only going to list a few because if i keep going this is going to turn into a masterpost of sorts haha! 

some tips i have for you: 

  • start with the conclusion first, and make it boom
    • this sounds weird, but it works 
    • once you figure out a bomb ending, you can somewhat get a sense of how you want to lead into it
    • make your reader think after reading your last sentence 
  • throughout the body paragraphs, lead the reader, but let them know where they are going first
    • first sentence should be the “what/who” 
    • the next few sentences should be the “why” 
    • separate ideas by paragraph to make your argument concise
  • change up your sentence length and structure to make it flow
    • if you have a bunch of plain sentences with no punctuation, one after the other, that’s really dragging the reader through the swamp. 
    • seriously, that’s like getting stopped at every red light. let them go sometimes! 
    • i’ll show an example: 
      • No changes in structure: “Romeo and Juliet was a tragedy. It was about two kids in love. It all ended in pain. There was nothing good about it. They should have never met.” 
      • Changes in structure: “Romeo and Juliet was a tragedy. It was about two kids in love, and yet it all ended in pain. Was there anything good about it? No… Turns out, they should have never met.” 
  • try not to put the same word close together 
    • i don’t know why this is bothersome, but it just is 
    • instead of saying something like, “Romeo was a good kid. People talked about Romeo all the time.” 
    • say something like, “Romeo was a good kid; people talked about him all the time.” 
    • this goes for regular words, not just names

if you want more tips, i have a bunch. just let me know and i’ll think about writing a longer list! 


7 years of Glee:

7 years since we first fell in love with Finn Hudson, and more importantly, Cory Monteith, while singing “Can’t Fight This Feeling” in the showers

7 years since we first grew to admire Rachel Berry - as annoying as she might have been - through her passion and strive for stardom

7 years since we met with the original diva, Mercedes Jones, through the song R-E-S-P-E-C-T and her assuring us that she will forever be Beyonce

7 years since we we saw that adorkable wheelchaired kid Artie Abrams, and knew we wanted him to be a part of our squad

7 years since Kurt Hummel taught us everything this show stands for, that it’s okay to be different because your real friends will accept you

7 years since we heard Blaine Anderson sing Teenage Dream for Kurt, with over-gelled hair and the biggest smile you’ve ever seen

7 years since we instantly fell in love with Trouty Mouth through his rendition of “Billionaire” (the Glee fans still have their theories about the real reason the Kylie Jenner challenge got started)

7 years since Noah Puckerman reminded us that people do change, and no matter how much of a jackass you may have been in high school you can still come out on top

7 years since we met the most complex “prom queen” stereotype of all time, Quinn Fabray, as she taught us to chase your dreams no matter where it leads you, and don’t let your past define you

7 years since we were introduced to resident bad girl Santana Lopez, and we realized that appearances are deceiving - the high school bitch can also be the one with the biggest heart

7 years since Brittany S. Pierce proved that self-esteem is where your intelligence comes from, regardless of what anyone else says

7 years since Tina Cohen-Chang showed that no matter how dim your light appears right now, it can still shine just as bright if you want it to

7 years since Mike Chang taught us to follow our dreams, no matter what anyone else has to say about it

7 years since Sue Sylvester and her evil bitch facade walked into our lives, ruining and saving every bit of it

7 years since Will Schuester taught us to chase our dreams, if it leads to stardom or not

7 years of the show that changed our lives forever.

7 years of the show that gave us new perspective

7 years of the show that taught us about acceptance, love, and dreams

To an outsider, it’s just a show

To us, it’s family

A Word on Sam...

I got an ask recently that really got me thinking about some of the issues I have with how the phandom views one character in particular- Sam Manson. Because while it’s perfectly valid to critique her as a character or even dislike her, this trend of bashing Sam reflects a deeper issue with hypocrisy in how we evaluate certain characters. Buckle up, this is going to be a long post.

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“Rich and layered, deep and alternatively light and tragic, it’s the show that changed, well, everything really, about how television drama was executed. It lives on even today, as we see how the protagonists of Fox Mulder the Believer and Dana Scully the Skeptic continue to influence how characters are shaped, and the way the mythology of the show allowed for primetime television to explore new roads of storytelling. It was beautiful and asked the most human of questions regarding our existence and our beliefs, but more than anything, it was a love story in every possible regard— the love for life, the love for truth, and of course, the love for each other.”

I made a little comic out of the quote that inspired me to watch The X-Files. If anyone knows who wrote it, please let me know so I can thank them.

Everytime I doubt Ziam I remind myself of this:

Zayn copying Liam’s NRJ outfit for the AMAs:

Cartier Love bracelet:

the obvious fakeness of all their “relationships” including the legendary “beardy boys” selfie:

I Won’t Mind:

Zayn’s “Liam” tattoo:

Liam’s silhouette on Zayn’s leg:

Louis’ Late Late Show performance with the blue and green lights (seen as Larry proof) changing to red and yellow:

There’s more but I think it’s enogh for now… 

hufflebee  asked:

25. “It’s simple really. Here let me show you.”

malec + “It’s simple really. Here let me show you.”

“How do you even change the lighting in this stupid photo?” Alec huffed frustrated.

After spending three hours of editing his photos, Alec was about to lose his mind. So far everything was working relatively easy but somehow this time his Photoshop really didn’t want to cooperate with him and Alec really didn’t know what else he could do.

He loved taking photos, this was the part that was always incredibly important to him. Capturing those special moments that were gone a second later.
A smile of a stranger in the street, a bee sitting on a flower, the wind moving the leaves on a tree in a very specific way.
So yes, photography was Alec’s love. Editing his pictures so he could finish up his projects on time? Not so much. He knew it was part of the job but it didn’t make him like it any more.

His roommate Magnus was sitting on his bed with the laptop on his lap. He looked very focused on his work until the moment when Alec started complaining.

Magnus was a year older than him and was studying to become a graphic designer. Alec was always impressed with his work. He was also impressed with Magnus in general but that was beside the point right now. He had to focus.

Magnus took his eyes away from the laptop and looked at him. Alec felt a sting of guilt because he knew Magnus was busy with his own projects but he was really desperate and needed help. He didn’t know what else he could do. It was already almost 9 pm and he still had twenty more photos to edit. This was a disaster.

Alec threw the laptop on his bed and lied down. He covered his face with his hands and sighed loudly. He knew he was being overdramatic but his frustration was getting bigger with every minute.

“Alexander, what is it?” Magnus asked in an amused voice, he clearly was about to laugh at Alec’s behaviour but somehow managed to stay serious. “Maybe I could help.”

Alec sat up but didn’t look at Magnus.

Magnus was distracting him enough with his casual clothes. Alec wasn’t used to see his roommate in such clothes. Magnus was a fashion icon and he always dressed to impress. However, when he was focusing on his work, he would wear more comfortable clothes. He still looked amazing, though. And seeing Magnus like this felt somehow incredibly special. He knew Magnus didn’t allow many people to see him like this.

Magnus put his own laptop on the bed and crossed the room and sat right next to Alec, he was waiting for an explanation.

“Well, I mean- I’m trying to edit my photos,” Alec started. “And it was going great. But I need to change the lighting in this place,” he pointed at his picture, “but this stupid program doesn’t even work. It ruins my photo!” Alec yelled and hid his face in his hands again.

Magnus chuckled and leaned against Alec’s shoulder to take a better look at his laptop that was still lying on the bed.

Alec forgot how to breathe. He wasn’t prepared to feel Magnus’ mascular body on his own. Well, not really… but close enough. It was still too much.

Alec had the biggest crush on Magnus ever since they became roommates almost a year ago, but he never said anything to Magnus because he didn’t want to make it awkward between them when Magnus would obviously tell him that he didn’t share the same feelings.

Magnus leaned a bit and took Alec’s laptop to look at it properly, he was silent for a minute.

“It’s simple really. Here let me show you,” he finally said. “First you need to…” he started explaining what Alec was supposed to do in order to change the lighting in his photo but Alec couldn’t focus at all and stopped listening soon after.

He was observing Magnus’ beautiful face from up close. A hint of a goatee because Magnus didn’t care much about shaving when he was busy with studying, light makeup because Magnus rarely walked without any during the day, soft hair without any product in it that was falling slightly on his forehead and was covering his brown eyes just a little bit. Alec had to fight the urge to brush it off.

“…Alexander?” Magnus stopped talking and looked right at Alec. “Did you listen to anything I’ve just said?”

“I’m sorry,” Alec blushed. “I got distracted.”

Magnus didn’t seem to be annoyed but Alec still felt ashamed for being caught. He didn’t want Magnus to think that he was some kind of creep.

“It’s quite okay, darling,” Magnus chuckled. “I basically changed the lighting where you needed so you can move on to your next photo.”

Alec finally looked at his laptop and yes, it looked exactly how he wanted.

“Magnus, thank you so much. You’ve just saved my life. What can I do to repay you?” Alec asked.

“Well, how about a coffee so we can stare at each other some more,” Magnus winked and Alec wanted the ground to swallow him up.

“I didn’t mean to stare, I swear. It’s just-”

Magnus put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, really. To be fair, I couldn’t do much work either with you being so distracting.”

Alec blinked. “What?” he asked surprised.

Magnus sat a bit closer to him and Alec stopped breathing yet again. His hand was barely touching Alec’s and Alec felt like his skin was on fire.

“You know, with you being so focused in front of your laptop?”

Alec still didn’t know how to respond.

“Alexander, I like you,” Magnus said matter-of-factly. “I just wasn’t sure if you felt the same way.”

“What?” Great job, Alec. So articulate. But he was too shocked. “You’re perfect,” he breathed out. “I mean- I like you too,” he was blushing even more now.

“That’s good to know,” Magnus laughed softly and Alec could’ve sworn that was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He put his hand on Alec’s properly this time. “Coffee then?”

“Yeah,” Alec managed to reply with the biggest smile.

Never in a million years would Alec think it was possible. He was going on a date with Magnus Bane.

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So, I promised @lazy-doubleace some KnB kiddies awhile ago. I didn’t forget, but sorry it took an eternity and a half! OTL I kept making mistakes and having to fix them, barely got these to survive. owo; (also sorry that this is all i managed to do, I tried drawing Takao and Shin-chan separately too but that didn’t work out ^^’)

here’s hara sticking gum in momoi’s hair, and she goes crying to kuroko-sensei, while hara gets a time-out (not the last, I’m sure)


a brat XD

Dear Evan Hansen Appreciation Post

10 Little Things I Loved:

1. The pool of sunlight created by the lights every time Evan sings about his perfect day in the orchard

2. The nerdy dance in Reinvention

3. The use of blue light to isolate a character or show rapid change in tone

4. The arguments. They were so realistic. The characters got in each other’s faces, screamed at each other, and talked over each other like real people actually do in arguments

5. The combination of acoustic guitar and violin

6. Ben Platt’s voice. It’s so beautiful and emotional and he has an incredible range

7. Ben’s posture. He slouches, fidgets, bites his nails, keeps his head down… he does a really good job of conveying the anxiety and insecurity through body language

8. The moment when Mr. Murphy breaks down and finally cries

9. Zoe Murphy’s line: that’s what happens when you’re rich and you don’t have a job you get crazy

10. Seeing Evan walking tall and proud and happy in the end

It’s such a good show see it if you can!


 this is loosely based off of ‘Ever Since New York.’ as I said, LOOSELY. send in requests! I will write anything you send in! hope you enjoy!

You had a bad year. And the year wasn’t even over yet. You were 21, but being a bartender was not the ideal lifestyle that you wanted, but it worked. Your parents definitely didn’t want that lifestyle for you either. You weren’t living at home anymore, and hadn’t for a while, but they were always down your back trying to push you to be something that would cause tremendous success for yourself. Get an occupation where you were a lawyer or doctor. That was something you were absolutely not interested in. It was June, and you were looking for an escape from your tired old town. So why not go to the city that never sleeps?

Living in New York had been your dream since you were little. Watching those TV shows where the girl from a small town went to the big city. Where the girl got a crappy job and lived in a crappy apartment that still somehow still cost you $1,500 a month’s rent. You wanted the struggle, which sounds idiotic but thinks worked. You did go from a small town to a big city. You did get the job, but it was actually a good one for you. You did get the crappy apartment, which you had a love/hate relationship with, but the money from the good job wasn’t always enough which led to the struggle. You didn’t enjoy or hate it, but you were happier here. But you had been here for a month, expecting to be so excited and full of life- unlike your time in your hometown- but you still felt alone.

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Well, I’m waiting for my trainer to tell me exactly how but he’s changing light bulbs somewhere else right now.

Change a light bulb? Are you joking? I couldn’t possibly be expected to subject myself to such a menial task. Change it yourself. Oh, wash your hands when you are finished. The very thought!

These things cannot be rushed, but must be approached slowly, with great patience, and adherence to the principles laid down by the classical masters, otherwise the light bulb will not attain its true potential, but will forever just be a shadow of its true self. Never, ever use any type of gadget when changing the light bulb. That is an offence to the principles of classical light bulb changing.

Wuss! As soon as my arm is out of this sling, broken after falling off at that large stone wall while riding Hell Bent for Leather cross-country, I’ll change it. Until then, deal with the dark. It’ll put hair on your chest. Only dressage riders require lights, anyway.

Why on earth would I need to change a light bulb when the whole world knows that the sun shines out of my x*&%!? Why, when I release over a jump, the spectators are practically blinded.

Oh, my God, someone fix that bulb, I have to have light so that my silver and spangles all glow their best and so that all the highlighter on Old Peanut Head makes his nose look so smooth and sparkly, and oh, my diamond studs have to flash in the light, you know, so oh, someone has to fix it—oh, maybe you without all the silver on your saddle, obviously you can’t ride, you can do it.

Light bulb? Do you mind, I’m trying to get my horses pulse/respiration/hydration levels down to respectable levels. Once that is done, I have another 50 miles to go before I can even think about changing a light bulb. And besides, this neon green spandex is bright enough to see by.

You must instill respect in the light bulb, so that it sees you as the Alpha light bulb, using “light bulb dynamics” (video available at $179.99 on my website). Once you have done this, you will find that there is really no need to change the light bulb at all, but that the light bulb will, with very little coaxing from you (using “light bulb coaxer” $99.95 each, plus for extra $49.99 you get an intro video thrown in) behave, as all good light bulbs should.

This is not mine-it has been copy and pasted on Facebook several times. Looking for the original source!

Yuna Kim, All That Skate 2011

This is some majestic levels of sparkle.

One thing that’s difficult about still images from ice shows and galas is the changing lights making it difficult to see what the real colors of the look are. Above and below are I think the most accurate presentations, so yes, Yuna is largely wearing black and red despite what the first photo shows.

Also she looks amazing. Did I not mention that?

Grade: A+

Miraculous Make a Wish

HeadCannon:  Chat and his Lady visit hospitals to cheer up the kids at least twice a month. Marinette brings cookies from the bakery and even makes some dolls. Chat Noir has made a few anonymous donations to pay for surgeries the family couldn’t afford.

It has its ups and downs. Seeing the kids faces light up with joy everytime they show up is life-changing, but returning to the hospital and being unable to find a familiar face is always hard on the hero who have become friends with all the kids.

One day they get a strange request. A little girl is dying to meet her hero…. Lady Wifi.  Alya is more than willing to help, and the next time Chat and Ladybug visit, the kids get the surprise of not only Lady Wifi, but The Bubbler too! Following their visit, the kids suddenly want to meet all the other akumas, and thus Marinette somehow starts an organization that gets in contact with former akumas and arranges the visits. 

Nathaniel like to draw with the kids.

Chloe likes dress up as princesses with the little girls

Alix and Kim have both lost arm wrestling competitions to them

Mylene likes to braid their hair

Ivan gives piggy backs

Max has lost a few pokemon battles

Rose and Juleka have become like a set of parents to half the kids

And Lord……. Excited doesn’t even begin to describe how happy the kids were to see THE jagged stone to show up one day and put on a private concert!

Feel free to draw or write any of this! I don’t need cred for the idea or inspiration. Tag me tho, just  cause I  want to know so i can go look at it immediately and worship it!

Seeing Red

The Prompt- emotion: provoked, line: “I think I broke them”

This is a short little thing I wrote because I got bored. It’s 11 pages and ~5400 words, so its just a small langst oneshot. You can read it on AO3 here |x|

Red. The color of intensity, fire, power and war. A color of love and passion yet anger at the same time. It contradicts itself in every way but it fits perfectly for the color of him. Keith.

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Sherlock Valentine’s Day Challenge Day #12

”I’m sure you two will be very happy together.”

Sherlock x Reader

Side Notes: I’m back!! :) Quite a few of the moments in this fic are from the actual show, with some little changes. Enjoy!

Warning: Light swearing.

Originally posted by rainingooblah

Sherlock stood at the flat’s window, a familiar mobile phone held in his left hand as he stared at it filled with longing. Sitting in John’s chair, you watched as your boyfriend weighed it in his hands, back and forth. You realized he had not taken notice of your figure retreating from your room minutes before. 

“The woman,” he whispered as a small smile spread on his face, “The woman.”

Sherlock shook his head and threw the phone in the air before catching it, his grip tighter than it had been before. He moved his head to the right and you could no longer see Sherlock’s profile, although his back appeared to tense. He looked down to the floor when his hand dropped to his side.

You frowned while leaning forward in the chair, hands clasped between your legs. He cares about her. 

You weren’t the only woman to have caught Sherlock’s unwavering attention. 

He loved Irene Adler, too.

“Crap!” You yelled as your toe collided with the leg of the table in the kitchen, once looking up to find Janine nearly resting on Sherlock’s lap. Your mind had flashed back to the moment you felt yourself losing Sherlock to another - although nothing measured to how much you truly lost him in this moment. 

“Y/N! What happened, are you okay?” Janine asked you, her voice laced with concern which you absolutely hated.

“Oh yeah, yeah, I’m fine - didn’t know where I was going!” You replied with a tense laugh, dragging a chair out to sit down and let the pain diminish.

Keeping your eyes on the roof and grimacing, you purposefully avoided Sherlock’s gaze which you knew was focused on deducing what you were thinking. John, shaking off his shock of discovering Sherlock has yet another relationship, walked over to your side to inspect how you were doing. His eyes pleaded with yours once he knew why you had hurt yourself.

“I’m okay,” You whispered. 

Whispers came from the front room before footsteps approached where you were sitting. You looked up to see Janine pulling Sherlock into the bathroom and groaned as the door slammed shut. John turned around, after seeing the hurt rise on your face, to find what had happened.

“You’re okay with that?”

“Of course not, John. How could I be?” You growled. The sound of a shower being turned on filled the silence and you shoved the chair back to head into your room, closing the door to become as far away from what was happening out there as possible. You lay yourself on your bed and took deep breaths to calm yourself, but it was no use. You turned over, raising your knees to your chest as a tear ran down your cheek.


It had been a few minutes when you decided to pull yourself together, open the door to walk and grab your coat, before the two of them finished whatever the hell they were doing in that steaming room.

That was the plan, however, until you came face to face with Sherlock and Janine kissing passionately at the front door. Your mouth fell open as you backed up a few steps, colliding into John’s back. He was beginning to raise his hands to lay over your shoulders when you stepped forward sharply with a large smile in anger.

“Wow, who knew there’d be a day Sherlock actually has a girlfriend.” Janine broke away from him and smiled at you. “I sure didn’t! Did you, John?”

He shook his head. “I had my suspicions but… it appears it was only Janine, after all.”

“This is just great! Isn’t it, Sherlock.” You smirked at your boyfriend before continuing. “Now it’s your turn to get married.”

Janine blushed and turned to kiss Sherlock, whose eyes stayed trained on yours as her lips met his.

“He wishes!”

You laughed along with her as Janine began to retreat out of the flat and waved lovingly to Sherlock. Your smile collapsed once she was out of your line of sight, moving around to look out the windows with your arms crossed. 


You refused to answer and continued to face away from your boyfriend that was at a loss of what to say. Sherlock looked over to John for help, who shook his head and retreated from the room to leave you two alone. 

“Sherlock, what was that?” You said quietly when the silence was deafening.

His mouth opened without a sound coming out. Sherlock closed it when he heard nothing, before swallowing and opening his lips again to talk to you. “You told me this was okay, that you understood it was for a case.”

You whipped around, away from the sun shining on your body, to face Sherlock. “Okay? I told you it was okay to pretend to be interested in her, not to jump into the shower with her!”

“We didn’t -”

“Then, I come out to find you kissing her.” You let out a harsh laugh. “Sherlock, we kiss like that! You were enjoying it with her!”

No. It’s simple, even you can deduce this Y/N. I envision it as you, of course it looks like I - “ 

You shook your head defiantly before interrupting Sherlock. “How would I know that? You’ve lied to me about your whole relationship with Janine - this even happened with Irene, too! You loved her, Sherl.”

“No! No, don’t bring her into this. I didn’t lie, I just merely didn’t mention it to you - you’re being difficult, Y/N. You told me you understood.”

“Well, I don’t think I want to anymore.” 

Sherlock’s eyes widened, reaching out for your hand. You felt him grasp it in his own, twisting it around for better grip. His eyes searched yours, deciding to pull you towards him to crash his lips onto yours. 

The palms of your hands rested on his face, moving your lips with his in sync. Sherlock moved to kiss up your jaw and towards your closed eyelids. He then gently kissed your nose, finally resting his forehead on yours. Salty tears fell from your eyes and ran down over your mouth.

Pulling back slightly, while Sherlock’s kiss lingered on your lips, you said, “I’m sure you two will be very happy together.”

Your hands dropped away from his cheeks and moved to grab your coat off the hook. The broken, near tears look Sherlock gave you almost broke your own heart - but you knew that this… this was inevitable. 

It was a vicious, never ending cycle of push and pull. There was never a single moment when you didn’t question Sherlock’s feelings for you - when you thought that he wouldn’t leave you at any given moment.

Now, it was your turn to let him fear your loss. 

“But I -” You squeezed his hand and let it go, as the warmth from your body left his own completely. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sherlock.”

my partner's Borealis Aquerple dice!

Sorry about the big images, but it wouldn’t let me upload them from my computer the way I did before, so feel free to reformat the images!

These belong to @nervoid and they just arrived today, they’re second hand (hence the pipped D6) Borealis Aquerple dice and they’re absolutely stunning. Out of print now, sadly, but my partner is the proud owner of them! 

Hope you like these images! I made the gif myself so it’s a bit shaky and the contrast is way up on the video, but it shows how the colours change in the light.


I’m doing a dice giveaway! Details here