it was however an enjoyable waste

The problem isn’t that multiplayer titles exist. There are some people out there who absolutely love them. and I couldn’t be happier for those players. I’d also be lying if I said that I didn’t play a few myself.

The problem is that for every multiplayer title that gets made, another singleplayer title isn’t. So when developers who previously catered to the story-driven, singleplayer genre leave to create co-op content, who will be there to fill that hole? What will be left for those who don’t want an online title, when that‘s seemingly all that is being developed? 

Players such as myself, who have always gamed on their own -who enjoy playing on their own- are slowly being alienated. Video games just aren’t for us anymore, and that stings. I’ve been gaming my entire life, and I’ve seen the way things have changed. The games I grew up on had soul and meaning, but they’re slowly dying out.

And I know that most of these multiplayer titles can be played alone. However that still doesn’t make them enjoyable to me. Because to make room for playing with friends, or perhaps as an effect of it, the story will have been gutted, the npcs will be bland and the game will be all too eager to waste your time. They don’t have to tell a story, since they’re counting on you to do that for yourself.

So you’ll have to excuse me if I seem overly upset about all of this. But I don’t see why I should just shut my eyes and open my wallet, to support creators of games I barely recognise and feel left behind by.  

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Summary:

Castiel embraces Y/N with his wings when she is freezing in a motel room and helps her fall asleep.

Words: ~1900

Warnings: none really, maybe slight wing!kink and FLUFF!!!

A/N: Again with the typical fanfiction stuff. But I just love Cas and his wings, especially the idea of them being so fluffy and warm. I hope you get what I mean. ;)

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I laid in my bed in the poorly decorated motel room, shivering and cursing.
After our vampire hunt on the way back to the bunker, Dean decided that it would be better to check into a motel for one night due to the fact that we were all wasted and it was in the middle of the night.

So here I was now, Dean and Sam sharing a room while I had privacy, freezing to death.
I’ve never had any problems with having my own motel room, of course. It was way more enjoyable than sharing a room with the boys, including one of them having to sleep on the couch (or even the ground) or sharing a bed with me.

I didn’t mind but, honestly, I loved having my own room. However, today I just wanted to be near Dean or Sam, cuddling and getting some body warmth.

While I listened to the clattering of my teeth I actually thought about going to the boys but I was too wrapped up in my blanket and didn’t want to bother them.

Like I expected my thoughts started to drift around Castiel even though I fought against it. I couldn’t help it… My huge crush made it impossible to think about something else.
Thinking about his mesmerising blue eyes or his dark curly hair made me shiver even more.

I sighed as I imagined him being here and holding me in his arms. I wished I could feel his chest against my cheek and his hair between my fingers.

Knowing that his handsome vessel was rather cold, I still wanted to snuggle up into his body. I knew I would warm up just from his touch.
And I couldn’t stop thinking about him keeping the cold away from me and laid there for god knows how long, laying on my left side pressing myself against the cold matress.

“Oh, Castiel, I whish you were here.”, I whispered absently and I had barely ended the sentence as I heard the familiar flutter of wings, instantly making me smile.

“Y/N, are you alright? Did anyone hurt you?”, he spoke quickly as he rushed to my side, his concern sending blood to your face.

“No, I’m fine.”, I chuckled, “Well, not fine but not hurt… It’s so cold.” The last part came out as a whimper, Castiel ’s filling with more concern while i hesitantly took his hand. Cold just like expected but the touch made my cheeks warm up.

When he took his hand away I felt embarrassment rushing through my body but the second his hand touched my cheek it vanished.
“Your body temperature is dangerously low.”, he mumbled, his eyebrows narrowed.

Even though his hand was cold I let out a surprised whimper when he took his hand away again to press two fingertips onto my fore head. Apart from the cut on my tigh healing I felt nothing else.

“It doesn’t work.”, I groaned before I tugged at my blanket to pull it over my nose but Castiel was sitting on it.
“Take off your clothes.”, Castiel demanded as he stood up, his hands reaching to his neck to loosen his tie.

“What? W-Why… should I…?”, I stuttered, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I’m going to use the body warmth of my vessel to warm you up.”, he explained simply while pushing the trench coat off his shoulders, “It’ll be easier without so many layers of clothes between our skin. Just take off your hoodie and jacket.”

“Okay…”, I hesitated, afraid of the cold and being too nervous.  Feeling his eyes burning into my side, I slipped my arms out of the sleeves and hesitated again. He was making me nervous. Very nervous.

I felt my heart skipping a beat when Castiel suddenly stood in front of me half naked, taking his shirt off before opening his belt.
Instantly my cheeks were on fire while his facial expression was staying completely neutral.

“Move.”, he mumbled before I carefully scooted over, the blanket wrapped around my small body. While I watched him, only wearing boxers and sitting down next to me, I held my breath.

Before I could say something else, his arms sneaked around me to pull me close. “Now, rest.”, he whispered as I touched his unusually hot skin and closed my eyes, sighing as I already felt the warmth spreading through my body. He pressed my back against his bare chest and let out a deep breath, making me shiver.

“Are you still cold?”, Castiel wanted to know and I only shook my head. “But you shivered-?”
I closed eyes in embarrassment before interrupting him, “I’m better now, Cas. It’s just… uh,you know. The difference… it’s so cold and you’re- your body is so hot.”
I felt him nod and before he laid back on the bed, the sound of a flutter of wings filled the room again.

Laying now on my back, as well, on top of him, I opened my eyes to see two enormous wings embrace me. I felt the fluffy feathers brushing over my skin while warmth spread from Castiel’s vessel.
      I had seen his wings quite often already, it was somehow natural to me. But I didn’t remember a time when his wings were so close to me, I had never even touched them.

I turned my head that laid on Castiel’s shoulder a bit, looking at his profile. “May I touch them?”, I wanted to know quietly, sounding like a little girl asking for permission to touch a bird with a broken wing.
“Of course.”, his deep voice allowed me, “But be careful. I don’t like it when-” A slight groan interrupted him after my hands had reached out and my finger had vanished between the soft, dark feathers.

“You okay?”
“I’m perfectly fine. But my wings are very sensitive.”
“Should I stop?”
“NO! Don’t… It feels nice.”

I felt him squirm beneath me when my fingers started to run through the feathers again. “Some spots are more sensitive than others.”, Castiel mentioned, his chest vibrating from a low chuckle.

“I didn’t know that angels are ticklish.”, I smiled, turning around completely and lying on my stomach on his chest. My hands laying folded on his chest and my chin on top of my fingers.
“Some are.”, he said while his blue eyes stared at me.

“It kinda makes you human.”, I mumbled while I watched his lips form into into a smile and then he hummed in agreement.
His vessel was breathtaking, and I tried so hard listening to the story about a very ticklish angel that fell in love with a young woman.

“So, that angel fell for her because she tickled his wings all the time?”, I asked, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“No, he already fell in love with her before. But then he realised… that maybe… maybe being ticklish wasn’t so bad.”

“Wow… this is kinda sweet.”, I breathed out before resting my left cheek onto his bare chest and watching the fingers of my right hand disappearing between his feathers. He shivered as my fingertips slightly pressed against his wings.
“Indeed. It is my favourite story, somehow it always made me feel better even though I didnt understand it back then.”, he mumbled, taking a deep breath while my fingers still stroked his wings. “I don’t understand… I mean… what did you not understand?”

A small moan escaped his lips before he could answer. I smirked to myself, trying to memorize the spot where I had gently tugged at his feathers.
He cleared his throat awkwardly and I looked at him innocently but his eyes were closed. “That Love isn’t evil. There was a time when I believed that it was - for us angels at least.”, he answered, “But it isn’t… It is innocent and pure. It… makes me human.”

“Cas! What a romantic, little angel you are!”, I quietly exclaimed and shifted my weight to look down on his smiling face, his eyes still closed.

I rested my head back on his chest when he didn’t reply. In my mind I went over the story again, while the room was silent. I remembered how the angel in the story got used to the ticklish feeling and his wings weren’t so sensitive anymore after a longer period of time.

“Cas? How often did someone else touch your wings?”, I wanted to know and I looked at him firmly.
“One time.”, Castiel answered without hesitation, leaving me confused.
“Does that mean that I-”
“Yes, you are the only one who has ever touched my wings apart from me… since it is a very intimate experience. But… I trust you.”, he explained while a deep tone of red appeared on his cheeks and I searched for suitable words.

“You… make me human.”, he whispered suddenly.

I felt my heartbeat stop at his words, my head trying to process them. With a little smile on my lips I looked down on my half-naked angel in disbelief.

“Really, you do. You make me human.”, he repeated, “Your touch makes me human. The way you talk makes me human. I change around you… And then you look like an angel in my eyes.”

My smile grew wider and Castiel chuckled nervously before my fingers ran through his dark hair. I thought about his words as I smiled at him and he was right. He did change around me. He was different somehow. More… human, just like he said.

“I love you.” were the only words that left my mouth, making Castiel’s lips form into a smile and his eyes fill up with joy.

I pressed a kiss onto his lips and he jumped slightly, his wings suddenly opening up. And even though his body kept me warm I shrieked as my back hit the freezing air. “Uh, sorry. I couldn’t-”, he mumbled, a little bit embarrassed after he embraced me again.

I couldn’t help but interrupt him with a kiss, my lips moving against his this time. It didn’t took him very long to response, kissing me back slowly. My heartbeat quickened when his hands started to move over my back and then ran down my sides. His chest lifted me up with each quick breath and suddenly, I felt his tongue sliding between my lips. I hummed in surprise, not expecting him to be this straightforward while my mind got dizzy.

My hands wandered from his hair to his cheeks before my right hand felt his wing again, searching for this one particular spot. He sighed loads of times, squirmed occasionally and then I found it. He moaned loudly into the kiss when I tugged at the feathers, rougher this time. His wings twitched around me while the kiss got hungrier causing me to let out a couple of moans as well.

I pulled back due to the lack of oxygen, still being near his face and rapidly breathing the same air. “I’m tired.”, I sighed tiredly and Castiel nodded in understanding. “I’ll stay with you, my little angel.”, he promised after I nuzzled my face into his neck.

Thinking about this breathtaking kiss and this unbelievably cute angel I fell fast asleep. Protected from the cold and everthing bad by this fluffy, warm feathers.

#100studytips Who ever said studying had to be boring and laborious! There are so many ways to study, and it doesn’t have to be painful and unenjoyable. It’s about finding what works and hopefully is still enjoyable. Studying in a study group may seem like too much fun, but actually it works, because you’re forced to discuss and coach each other at speed making learning the content more natural. It also brings context and memory hooks when you need to remember the information in tests later.

There are however some rules to doing study groups effectively. Because if they aren’t managed properly, they can be a massive waste of time. Here’s some tips to get more out of your study groups:

1. Choose similarly goal oriented students within the group.​

2. No distractor-types should be in the group. I think you know who I mean. 

3. Ideal number is 4. ​Any more, and it’s a party.

4. Choose people who contribute.​ You know what I mean. 

5. Do your ‘self-study‘ first.​ Don’t be a drag to the group and be clueless. 

6. Someone should be in charge of time-keeping, and stick to it.

7. Take turns asking questions.​

8. Present to each other.​ It’s learning at speed. 

9. Have Question & Answer group sessions.​

10. Be conscious of learning styles (Visual, Auditory Kinaesthetic) and try to apply it with the type of activities you are doing. 

11. Scheduled breaks & snack-time. Don’t snack while working. You end up talking about the food inevitably. LOL. 

Hope this is helpful!! 

Austin Nights - Part 5

Pairing: Single!Jensen × Reader

Word Count: About 3500

Summary: The reader lives in Austin and unknowingly runs into Jensen at a bonfire and sparks fly. Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4

Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

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When Jensen had said he would be in touch, you actually assumed it would be him. However, you felt like you had talked with his marketing and security team more than him in the last three weeks. (Yes, you promised him two but the school had asked for three in order to find a substitute counselor for such a long period of time.) If you had to go over your social media privacy settings one more time, you might begin pulling your hair out. It was driving you bonkers to say the least. Honestly, you didn’t care what people did and didn’t know about you or what could possibly happen if someone came across an unflattering photo, god forbid. But it was all to maintain Jensen’s image and you were determined to keep it up as much as you could.

All that behind you now, you were waiting in an airport terminal with boarding passes and passport in hand. The $3 fedora from Target rest atop your head being your constant companion for any traveling adventure. Angie hardly let you go and if she had a valid passport she would have definitely come with you.

“Take a picture with Jared for me.” She demanded. “No, call me with him, wait make sure it is a video call!” She had instructed you.

Thinking about it now, you were super nervous and unsure why. With Jensen it came and happened so naturally. With Jared it seemed like you needed to meet an expectation, you were dating his best friend, you needed to live up to his standard and make a good impression. Regardless, there was no turning back now as you boarded the plane.

Customs were quick and easy. You couldn’t remember who told you but someone had once explained getting into Canada was fairly easy, it was coming back when you would run into problems. Jensen had texted you earlier explaining a car would meet you there. However, you tried to make it clear that you would be fine with a cab. Regardless, coming down the escalator you saw a man dressed in black holding a sign with your name. You rolled your eyes and tucked your hair up into your hat, trying to disguise yourself. You said you were taking a cab so that’s what you were going to do, you thought. As soon as you hit the floor you b-lined for the opposite direction of the driver, trying to make it outside before noticed.

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If You Ever Need Someone, I Will Be There

In the true spirit of February, have some…Halloween? Yikes, this was a late one. But it’s fine. It’s fine. And who needs correct context when you can have SOLID BELLARKE FLUFF WITH A ONE YEAR OLD? Also I think it was @forgivenessishardforus and @ginalou16 who originally told me about this idea? Though I don’t remember and you might not either lol

(AO3)


It was weird, probably, that Clarke met her best friend because of her daughter. Although, to be fair, most of Clarke’s friendships came out of strange situations—she met Maya when she nearly attacked her over a misunderstanding; Murphy at the courthouse, where she was paying a ticket and he was on trial for robbery; and Raven when they realized they were both in a relationship with the same guy.

           Which was sort of, in a roundabout way, how the first one got started.

           When Clarke realized Finn was cheating on her, it was almost shockingly easy cut him out of her life—take back the key, change her Facebook status, and spend a few weeks bonding with the other girl to ease the nagging heartache she didn’t want to feel until it withered into nothing. At least, until she missed her period and got a test, just to be sure, and then Clarke spent hours curled in the bathroom crying, staring at those two stupid lines on the screen because she wasn’t ready for this.

           But, thankfully, she had nine months of cravings and cramps and general irritation (so just the normal you, Jasper noted, which got him kicked in the leg) to prepare, and a horde of overprotective friends and family members to get her through it, and when the baby came she was, if not primed for motherhood, excited to hold a little girl in her arms who was hers. She was determined to do it well, to prove she didn’t need Finn or any other parental figure to raise this child. And she didn’t, not really—not besides occasional babysitting from Lincoln when her professors wouldn’t allow children, or frantic 2am calls to her mother or Monty (who was weirdly knowledgeable about motherhood, considering). In terms of surviving and caring for little Callie, Clarke was perfectly fine on her own.

           The problem was in the finer details.

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“What do you mean, you’re not carving pumpkins?”

           Clarke sighed heavily and adjusted Callie on her hip, prying her hair out of the one-year-old’s grabby fingers. “There’s not much of a point, right? Callie can’t make one.”
           “So make one for her,” Raven demanded. “You can’t just skip out on the fun of holidays because you’ve got a baby to take care of.”

           “I’m not,” Clarke hedged.

           “Not what? Skipping out?”

           “Not because of Callie.”

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Opposites Attract - Damian Wayne x Reader - Part Three

Originally posted by a-night-in-wonderland

Part One   Part Two

Requested by Anon - I’ve just reread Opposites Attract and could you please do a christmassy part? Where the reader is a hardcore Christmas fan but Damian doesn’t really like it?


“Oh my…” Damian gasped when he stopped in front of your house to pick you up for another date. Your entire house was covered with Christmas lights, almost to the point of blinding passersby. He blinked several times as you ran out of your front door and to his Lamborghini.

You almost tripped and fell twice, but you made it safely to his car. Settling into the passenger seat, you were surprised to find Damian staring at you.

“What? I didn’t trip this time,” you said, eyes widening as Damian narrowed his. 

“Why have you decorated your house in this manner?” he demanded, an edge in his voice. You looked at your brightly lit house as if you just noticed it. 

“Oh, well, it’s Christmas.” When Damian didn’t response, you continued. “We always decorate for Christmas. It’s a family tradition.”

Damian blinked before guiding the Lamborghini into traffic. “TT.” You eyed him, sensing something was wrong. Damian felt the weight of your eyes on him before he explained. “It seems like a waste of time and money.”

“Where is your Christmas spirit? It wouldn’t be Christmas without Christmas decorations,” you argued as Damian sped passed a slow moving car with a Christmas tree tied to the top. Damian sighed, whispering to himself in Arabic. You laid a hand on his arm, prompting him to speak.

“I don’t understand why people put so much effort in celebrating this holiday. Every person spends an absurd amount of time and money on one day. It is a pointless holiday that is only fueled by corporations to make an end-of-the-year profit,” Damian ranted, his arm tensing under your touch. 

You frowned before removing your hand. A painful silence filled the car as Damian stole a glance at you to find you deep in thought. Several moments passed before you opened your mouth again.

“I understand why you would see it that way,” you began, causing Damian to blink at you in surprise. He kept it from showing on his face, not wanting you to know you surprised him. “But I think you haven’t experienced the true meaning of the holidays.”

“What?” Damian questioned, raising an eyebrow at you as you both reached the movie theater where you were scheduled to have your date. Damian pulled into a parking space, turning to face you.

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anonymous asked:

Bangel or Spuffy? Bangel or Cangel? Cangel or Spuffy?!

Spuffy. 

Cangel. 

Last one is tough. My love for both ships is equal. It’s definitely easier to ship Cangel, an authentic beautiful friendship to almost lovers with zero “yikes’’ elements to contend with. I think it would have been the healthiest in all whedonverse. However they were anchored in “we could’ve had it all’ and I hated how Angel’s calling dibs on Buffy’s baking cookies and fighting with Spike over her majority of S5, while Cordelia rots away in a mystical coma unmentioned. Spuffy, not boiling them down to half a season of toxic waste, had such an interesting and new dynamic every season. I also loved how following said toxic waste, they spent seasons building an actual foundation of trust and friendship before embarking on anything romantic/sexual again. They’re enjoyable now sans abusing/using each other ya know. So I’d say Cangel for what could have been and Spuffy for what we’re getting now.

20 RULES OF GOOD AND BAD STUDYING

10 Rules of Good Studying

Excerpted from A Mind for Numbers: How to Excel in Math and Science (Even if You Flunked Algebra), by Barbara Oakley, Penguin, July, 2014

1. Use recall.After you read a page, look away and recall the main ideas. Highlight very little, and never highlight anything you haven’t put in your mind first by recalling. Try recalling main ideas when you are walking to class or in a different room from where you originally learned it. An ability to recall—to generate the ideas from inside yourself—is one of the key indicators of good learning.

2. Test yourself.On everything. All the time. Flash cards are your friend.

3. Chunk your problems. Chunking is understanding and practicing with a problem solution so that it can all come to mind in a flash. After you solve a problem, rehearse it. Make sure you can solve it cold—every step. Pretend it’s a song and learn to play it over and over again in your mind, so the information combines into one smooth chunk you can pull up whenever you want.

4. Space your repetition.Spread out your learning in any subject a little every day, just like an athlete. Your brain is like a muscle—it can handle only a limited amount of exercise on one subject at a time.

5. Alternate different problem-solving techniques during your practice.Never practice too long at any one session using only one problem-solving technique—after a while, you are just mimicking what you did on the previous problem. Mix it up and work on different types of problems. This teaches you both how and when to use a technique. (Books generally are not set up this way, so you’ll need to do this on your own.) After every assignment and test, go over your errors, make sure you understand why you made them, and then rework your solutions. To study most effectively, handwrite (don’t type) a problem on one side of a flash card and the solution on the other. (Handwriting builds stronger neural structures in memory than typing.) You might also photograph the card if you want to load it into a study app on your smartphone. Quiz yourself randomly on different types of problems. Another way to do this is to randomly flip through your book, pick out a problem, and see whether you can solve it cold.

6. Take breaks. It is common to be unable to solve problems or figure out concepts in math or science the first time you encounter them. This is why a little study every day is much better than a lot of studying all at once. When you get frustrated with a math or science problem, take a break so that another part of your mind can take over and work in the background.

7. Use explanatory questioning and simple analogies.Whenever you are struggling with a concept, think to yourself, How can I explain this so that a ten-year-old could understand it? Using an analogy really helps, like saying that the flow of electricity is like the flow of water. Don’t just think your explanation—say it out loud or put it in writing. The additional effort of speaking and writing allows you to more deeply encode (that is, convert into neural memory structures) what you are learning.

8. Focus.Turn off all interrupting beeps and alarms on your phone and computer, and then turn on a timer for twenty-five minutes. Focus intently for those twenty-five minutes and try to work as diligently as you can. After the timer goes off, give yourself a small, fun reward. A few of these sessions in a day can really move your studies forward. Try to set up times and places where studying—not glancing at your computer or phone—is just something you naturally do.

9. Eat your frogs first. Do the hardest thing earliest in the day, when you are fresh.

10. Make a mental contrast. Imagine where you’ve come from and contrast that with the dream of where your studies will take you. Post a picture or words in your workspace to remind you of your dream. Look at that when you find your motivation lagging. This work will pay off both for you and those you love!

Ten Rules of Bad Studying

Excerpted from A Mind for Numbers: How to Excel in Math and Science (Even if You Flunked Algebra), by Barbara Oakley, Penguin, July, 2014

Avoid these techniques—they can waste your time even while they fool you into thinking you’re learning!

1. Passive rereading—sitting passively and running your eyes back over a page.Unless you can prove that the material is moving into your brain by recalling the main ideas without looking at the page, rereading is a waste of time.

2. Letting highlights overwhelm you. Highlighting your text can fool your mind into thinking you are putting something in your brain, when all you’re really doing is moving your hand. A little highlighting here and there is okay—sometimes it can be helpful in flagging important points. But if you are using highlighting as a memory tool, make sure that what you mark is also going into your brain.

3. Merely glancing at a problem’s solution and thinking you know how to do it. This is one of the worst errors students make while studying. You need to be able to solve a problem step-by-step, without looking at the solution.

4. Waiting until the last minute to study. Would you cram at the last minute if you were practicing for a track meet? Your brain is like a muscle—it can handle only a limited amount of exercise on one subject at a time.

5. Repeatedly solving problems of the same type that you already know how to solve. If you just sit around solving similar problems during your practice, you’re not actually preparing for a test—it’s like preparing for a big basketball game by just practicing your dribbling.

6. Letting study sessions with friends turn into chat sessions. Checking your problem solving with friends, and quizzing one another on what you know, can make learning more enjoyable, expose flaws in your thinking, and deepen your learning. But if your joint study sessions turn to fun before the work is done, you’re wasting your time and should find another study group.

7. Neglecting to read the textbook before you start working problems. Would you dive into a pool before you knew how to swim? The textbook is your swimming instructor—it guides you toward the answers. You will flounder and waste your time if you don’t bother to read it. Before you begin to read, however, take a quick glance over the chapter or section to get a sense of what it’s about.

8. Not checking with your instructors or classmates to clear up points of confusion. Professors are used to lost students coming in for guidance—it’s our job to help you. The students we worry about are the ones who don’t come in. Don’t be one of those students.

9. Thinking you can learn deeply when you are being constantly distracted. Every tiny pull toward an instant message or conversation means you have less brain power to devote to learning. Every tug of interrupted attention pulls out tiny neural roots before they can grow.

10. Not getting enough sleep. Your brain pieces together problem-solving techniques when you sleep, and it also practices and repeats whatever you put in mind before you go to sleep. Prolonged fatigue allows toxins to build up in the brain that disrupt the neural connections you need to think quickly and well. If you don’t get a good sleep before a test, NOTHING ELSE YOU HAVE DONE WILL MATTER.

Miss Peregrine’s home for peculiar Children, my humble opinion on the movie, aka Why i didn't like it—Fair warning TONS OF SPOILERS AHEAD.

First and foremost i have to say that as one grows older, one loses hope for proper adaptations to beloved books, there’s always flaws, little things changed here and there, that ultimately wound the fans, but are sometimes swallowable. With my age i no longer go to the movie theater to watch adaptations expecting a completely faithful retellings on screen, but rather for the sake of watching the world come to life. However, this adaptation has broken my usually diplomatic posture on the subject. 

Ever since I was a kid I’ve been a fan of Tim Burton work, he was, in fact, part of what impulsed me to ever want to become a screenwriter, I always found his morbid style to be one of my favorite things, of course his work has gone soft over the years, in fact, the last movie he worked in that I in fact enjoyed was Coraline, which, he did not even direct but produce. Dark Shadows was one big disappointment that struck me right to the heart, so I had truly hoped he would get up, once i heard he’d gotten his hands on the MPHFPC rights

I’m not going to lie, I first saw the movie trailer and that was what impelled me to read the books. And  although i’ve only read the first one I came to love it nonetheless, Although it of course has flaws, like absolutely everything, i found it’s characters loveable, hilarious and well thought out. (then again, nothing but my humble opinion)

However, having seen the trailer and knowing ages would be messed around with, as well as the Olive and Emma peculiarities swapped, i most honestly went in with low expectations…Which later ended up on a freefall down The Devil’s Kettle in Magney State Park. 

The book deals with some pretty serious themes, and the movie downplays so many in order to keep things under a PG-13 rating, the character aging  up was completely pointless and the essence of some of my favorite also lost. 

The changes 

—My first complain goes for Millard, he is by far my favorite character in the book, his sass and his brains make him an endlessly compelling character, and spite of him having no physical appearance, the character’s actitude tells us that he’s one of the oldest. At least Emma’s age or even one year older. Now, the aging down is not exactly the problem but the fact that his entire character was basically erased. All his sass was gone, his witty one liners and important contributions such as being the one to find the map with the loops, the bullet he received and his time journal…All erased, the characters entire brilliance fades and he is reduced to like five lines in the movie, which, mostly consist of “ok” “yeah i know” and “Aw” 

 —Then there’s Olive, who suffers the same kind of treatment. The peculiarity swapping had absolutely no point, just having Emma blush as Jacob ties a rope around her waist, THAT’S IT . her character is also reduced to very few lines and aged up for the sake of an unnecessary, completely forced romantic relationship with Enoch. The script intends to maintain her childlike tendencies, but fails miserably making her appear downright dumb instead. 

—We move on to Emma, who, while i never particularly loved i did recognize as one of the toughest characters. She was hot tempered, she did not trust easily and we all know how her relationship with Jacob began. She was however reduced to a blushing princess who was batting eyes at him from the first second they landed eyes on eachother. She was completely kind and condescending from the very first moment and not for once doubted him being Abe’s grandson, matter of factly it seemed she knew. In case you’re wondering, it was absolutely pathetic and the performance bland (meanwhile i do not criticize Ella Purnell as she is very young and was probably handed a shitty script) i will say that i do not know who that girl was, but she was not Emma Bloom. 

—Even Abraham’s character was shit on. They reduced his relationship with Emma to a completely non existent one quite literally, his relationship  with Jacob was erased as well and the bond he shared with his grandfather completely downplayed, they did not speak of his time in the army as it was, or of his relationships with the other children and how much they cared for him, or about why he’d chosen to leave. Not even the fact that his children thought he was cheating was addressed properly (the characterization of jake’s dad was dreadful too, but that’s not the worst to happen to this movie) By the time Jacob gets to the peculiar home (to which they, I shit you not, carried him after he fainted) all of the children know Abe is dead,  and do not even mourn him. His jewish heritage is also erased

Jacob’s depression was so minimized it does not even qualify as depression, the storytelling was rushed and it ended up omitting important aspects of his trauma and taking away (completely) the scenes in which he opens up to Dr Golan. Whose participation in the movie is so bland, the shock of finding out, that Dr Golan is in fact Mr. Barron in disguise, is not even half as satisfying (been condescending and trying not to say it is not satisfying at all) 

Assa’s performance was also quite disappointing, considering i’ve seen him in roles in which he proves he can act. Jacob was completely emotionless, and his delivery of the dialogue made it seem as if he was reading it straight from the page for the first time. Alot of his emotional turmoil was omitted and the scenes with his grandfather and with anyone overall had less impact on me than a mosquito bite does. 

On another note, which has to do more with the character than the performer, Jacob was also portrayed as this Bad ass in control kid all the time. A natural leader who knew how to use a crossbow like it was an everyday article for him. We’re talking the same kid who was in shock for two pages straight when he managed to kill a Hollow on luck. He was not scared, or shocked or moven at any given moment, he was just there, ready to save the world like he knew absolutely everything there was to know. 

—In spite of being a very respectable actress, Eva Green portrayed Alma as if she was on Marihuana the whole time. And alot of her jumpy factor was erased, her backstory as well, her relationship with Miss Avocet is never mentioned, and the woman (Esmeralda) arrives to the house practically jumping on a leg, even though all her children have recently been slaughtered. She spends alive way more time than she should, and not for the sake of revealing important details like how she’s meant to be an eminence among Ymbrynes and how the finest caretakers come from under her wing (including Alma herself) but to just…Be devoured in a jumpscare by a hollow (whom by the way, just like all the hollows looks like a cheap slenderman rip off for the most part)

—Wights and Hollowgasts devour…People and peculiar’s….Eyes?????

—Enoch is aged up and turned into the typical twilight-type brooding boy, which adding to the lack of expressions from the actor erase the characters entire appeal, his peculiarity is victim of a plot hole as he creates (I shit you not) a fucking skeleton army. How the fuck do you put a heart in bones. Also his temper, which, in spite of everything is meant to be amusing due to his size, is turned into something downright scary and abusive (especially toward Olive) 

—Martin’s character is erased completely 

—Browyn’s awesomeness is erased as none of her heroism is shown in the movie at all and i won’t go in depth because if i do i’ll cry. Most of Browyn’s moments were erased to the point in which she became a secondary character instead of a main one. Her friendship with Emma was also never mentioned or adressed in any way. Which erases one of the most important relationships of the movie in my opinion.


—Hugh and Fiona were never mentioned as a couple and barely seen as separate people, Which is completely painful as they were both fantastic characters. 

—Horace’s peculiarity was messed up, the terror he faced whenever he had a vision or the semi epilepsy attacks were never addressed. 

—The ending was changed completely, and switched from the lighthouse and the boat to a theme park in 2016. Where all the children join together in an Scooby Doo like action sequence in which they throw feathers at the hollows to make them visible and then let Enoch’s army kill them. All the emotion is taken away from the finale, and replaced by a cheap, generic, happy ending that doesn’t leave room of the sequels (thank god) Brownyn is never shown acting as a shield to save her friends, Millard is never wounded, Jacob and Emma never face Mr. Barron on their own. And, on my personal opinion, the scenery change is so prominent that it never feels like they’re facing any real danger at all.  

Miss Peregrine comes out unharmed, with no trouble returning to her human form and the children leave to go back to 1943 and age as normal people meanwhile Jake, instead of leaving with them stays and goes to his grandpa (who, yes, is alive and well cause apparently it’s a few months before his death) after jake tells him of the events he gives him money and a loop map and tells him to go look for the children. Jake travels through loops, and even serves time in the navy. 

Ultimately, and to finish shitting on book fans, instead of the children adrift, having to fend for themselves and find a way to nurse Miss Peregrine back to health and rowing boats in unbearable heat, while simultaneously running away from Mr Barron (who, by the way is killed by a hollow) The movie ends with Jacob and Emma kissing in a big comfortable ship, with Alma watching them from the distance 


Personally and from the bottom of my heart, I advice you: Do not waste time or money in seeing this movie, even if you’ve not read the book, it’s bland and has so many plot holes it turns the storyline into something hard to follow.. If however you have read the book, i will simply say. 

Do not put yourself through this torture my friend, it’s not worth it in the slightest. 

(sending this @jamesandlilydiedonhalloween ‘s way as she was my partner while reading this amazing book, which deserved so much better) 

anonymous asked:

do you think Ukina and Kuzen could parallel Haise/Kaneki and Arima?

Actually… I could?

A highly regarded, incredibly strong and ruthless member of V, who while living comfortably with everything he needs provided cannot help but curse his loneliness (Arima and Kuzen). He also feels emptiness for most of his life

  • Also, an emphasis on the right side of the two character’s faces whenever they feel genuine emotion:

An intelligent, maternal, albeit strange barista who would sacrifice their humanity and life, for their child (Ukina and Kaneki with Eto and Hinami)

  • Who also have genuines smiles without their eyes and wear sweater dress shirt combos:

Who bond over literature and writing:

And said member of V finding it strange but enjoyable nonetheless as the barista taught the member of V how to enjoy the small, beautiful aspects of life (such as domesticity, poetry, etc)


And both parties are unable to understand one another, but love/feel fondly for one another regardless

And of course, in light of The Little Prince references Ishida is incorporating into the arc right now:

“It is the time you have wasted on your rose that makes your rose so important.”

“You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.”

However, I hope this doesn’t mean that in the end one ends up completely understanding the other, resulting in one of them dying because the other killed them 

EDIT 7/2/16: Fuck

One dies in the others arms/is “murdered” by the other and the living person now does everything in their power to end V

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From the pamphlet of the voice actor live event that took place when they were promoting the first season of “Osomatsu-san.” I do not believe that a copy of this pamphlet is being produced for sale anymore.

Choromatsu’s voice, Kamiya Hiroshi
PROFILE: Born January 28th in Chiba. Affiliated with Aoni Productions. Main roles in such works as “Noragami ARAGOTO” (as Yato), “Shingeki! Kyojin Chuugakkou” (as Levi), “Monogatari Series Final Season” (as Araragi Koyomi), “Prison School” (as Kiyoshi), “Denpa Kyoushi” (as Kagami Junichirou), etc.

After being decided as the role for Choromatsu… When it was announced that “Osomatsu-kun” would be reanimated, I did not imagine that I would be a part of it. Since it’s about sextuplets who are in elementary school, I wondered why I would even be considered in the first place. However, upon learning about the character establishments, I was impressed by the surprise shocker that they would be made into grown-ups, as well as understood.
His intentions from here on… “Osomatsu-san” is proof on film that there are people who do stupid things at their fullest, so I think it’s not only a must-watch, but that it would be a waste not to watch it. I will do my utmost in post-recording to make it even the slightest bit enjoyable for a large audience.

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‘In art as in love, instinct is enough.' - Anatole France

Certain people see things, slightly skewed, to the norm, the ordinary; what others view as beauty, within the reality they understand. Those people see angles, lines, shadows, and they reference everything they see, which interests them, or troubles them for longer than would be appropriate; with things they know. The past; the history they’ve learnt, and also made themselves. 

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anonymous asked:

You don't even deserve so many followers. there are so many other people out there who are far more experienced on this site and your here wasting paper on shitty drawings you need to stop before you embarrass yourself

No fucking shit I don’t deserve them. I don’t deserve anything to be completely honest! These lovely people shouldn’t be even aware of who I am since I’m so insignificant, yet they still notice and they still care. And obviously there are people out there who are far more experienced then I am, but why the hell should that matter? Just because some people may seem to be farther ahead doesn’t mean I have to stop where I am.

Like, dude. Fuck off. I’m so sick and tired of being crapped on for having fun with my own stuff. I ditched so many things I like because of asswipes like you! And the moment I try and bring some of them back when the hate died down, you guys come crawling back to take a massive dump on my paper.

It’s not like drawing in my sketchbooks is my only escape from my problems at home. I’d rather cut paper than my own fuckinng skin okay. I’ve struggled so hard with this, and doodling takes my mind off my own self-hatred, aight? But you walking in here saying things like “I’m wasting paper” isn’t the kindest thing to say to someone struggling with depression right now. Or in fact, ever. Like. Never fucking say that to anyone, don’t diss their own hobbies and enjoyments. It’s not fair. It’s not okay. I never asked you to like what I do. I respect your opinion. However, since your opinion is dished out as jack shit, I’m choosing to ignore your “advice.”

Let me draw what I want. Let loose and get the barbed wire out of your crusty anus.

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ANSWER: NOTHING GOOD.

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time.
Aki doesn’t like wasting time. There are always people to go after, skills to improve, and money to make. In the right circumstances (good company), however, she’ll drink all the way to sunrise.

41: Hobbies?
She likes to play shogi (general’s chess), which is a strategic board game. She also enjoys practicing her swordplay (unfortunately for Shichi’s vegetable garden). This can be done alone or by sparring – either is enjoyable for her.

And if you really want me to answer those questions for Shichi, I will! Huhuhu.

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