its a stupid place

this concept is gonna be very…. sensitive like i have faith in them so i hope that it’s approached in the right way.. the concept is thoughtful n wholesome but bc it’s them carrying out the roles it’s important to handle this w a lot of tact.. is tact the right word??? respect?? u know what i mean

I love love love this shot of my Hera taken at SWCO by @FuryZhil on twitter.

This was right as Celebration was shutting down on the last day and we were slowly inching our towards the exit

With You By My Side

This is a part one of a rewrite for Essence/Existence/NIHT (and me trying to write something longer). Sparked by this anon . The beginning is from Essence, the rest is mine. 

The scene as the elevator doors opened was reminiscent of a play; a wicked, fucked-up comedy. Except there was no humor, no amusement on their faces. Krycek, their sworn enemy, stood in front of them, his intentions as murky as the rest of him. Mulder swallowed the need to hide Scully behind him, to protect her with every fiber of his being. Yet, a plan began to form in his mind.

“What do you want me to do?” Krycek spat as Mulder, as gently as possible, pushed Scully towards him. She went willingly at first, albeit a bit confused, turning to Mulder.

“You’re going to protect her.” Mulder said, not looking at Scully, and realization hit her.

“I’m not leaving without you, Mulder. I’m not doing anything without you.” Her hands reached out and stopped the elevator. Her eyes met Mulder’s and for a short moment everything else was forgotten.

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lmao omg i wrote a fanfic of my fanart i am too lame…orz

this is super old like from december omg……anyway here it is

“You know,” he purrs through razor-like teeth, “most people tend to be more appreciative after I save them.”

He’s looking at her with sharp eyes, piercing green watching her every move. It’s like he’s trying to make her laugh. She would—though not for his reasons— but his body being so close to hers is making her skin crawl and, quite frankly, she’d rather smack him.

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anonymous asked:

Kat, kat. U've read fma right? And you think edward is pretty right? (Say yes, please) Anyway, if you write fma, I want to be enabler. So, like. Maybe edwardxkakashi. Like, they could bond over their guilty feelings. And (my god. Why are they so pretty????) Stuff. Anyway, if u don't write fma xover, u can ignore this message. XD

I have read it, and I’ve actually written a couple f brief one-shots for it! Buuuut I’ve never thought of Kakashi/Ed before and nOW I WANT IT. 

So. Have a drabble. (Post-2013 anime, CoS!AU, because I adore Ed’s character design in that movie.)

Damn but Ed hates this place, with its stupid shitty weather and it’s stupid shitty prosthetics that can’t hold a candle to Winry’s automail, its constant wars and mercenary society when all he wants is a week without something exploding. Not to mention whatever ridiculous power system they use here that isn’t anything remotely like alchemy but manages to bring up pangs of familiarity every time Ed seems people do ridiculous things with it.

With a quiet grumble to himself, he hefts his groceries a little more firmly over his shoulder, trying not to smack anyone else, and turns towards the apartment he’s renting. The people here need shit fixed the same way anyone else does, and Ed’s managed to make something of a living. Teacher would drop-kick him in the face for using alchemy on most of it, but it gives Ed enough time to scour the library. The sharp-eyed librarian won’t let him into several of the sections—something about A-rank jutsus being restricted to civilians—and whatever Ed wants to say about the shinobi, they’re even better at sneaking than he is. No luck on that front so far, and nothing he’s found mentions crossing dimensions.

Ed is frustrated and his limbs hurt and he’s carrying thirty pounds of food because Al would give him a Look if he didn’t at least try to keep himself fed, so he can be excused for not seeing the asshole meandering down the street until he slams face-first into his uniform vest. There is, however, abso-fucking-lutely no excuse for the way the man lowers his book, blinks at Ed for a brief moment, and then says easily, “Ah, sorry, didn’t see you there.”

It’s been a long day. Ed’s gotten better at controlling his temper over the years, but something things are a bridge too fucking far. A vein in his temple throbs, and he steps forward with a snarl, stabbing a finger into the unnecessarily oversized idiot’s chest. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING TOO SHORT TO SEE WITH A MICROSOPE, HUH? I’m perfectly normal-sized, you gigantic moron, so step the fuck off!”

There’s a long, long moment of silence. The silver-haired man stares at him, something kindling in his eyes, and as the haze of rage lifts slightly Ed realizes with a plummeting sensation that he recognizes it all too well. It’s the same one Colonel Bastard wore the first time Ed blew up at him about one of his shitty height jokes.

A shiver of foreboding slides down Ed’s spine, but he can’t retreat now.

“Maa,” the man drawls, all breezy bullshit and mock-innocence in his visible eye. He flips his book shut, eye crinkling in a friendly smile, and adds, “I apologized, you know? No need to be short with me.”

Oh fuck. Ed’s traded one smug asshole of a bastard for another, and this is one facet of equivalent exchange he definitely could have done without.

“Look, buddy,” he grits out, and pretends he isn’t testing the weight of the sack over his shoulder. He could probably brain someone with it, given enough effort. And Ed’s never been scared of a bit of hard work. “You’re just asking to get your face pounded in, here. Back off, or I’m going to—”

That’s definitely delight growing in the man’s face. “Ah, it’s so admirable when people don’t let certain vertical challenges get in the way of their—”

Fuck it, he’s dead. Ed swings his grocery bag like a club, sees the man dodge with almost insulting ease, and sweeps underneath it with a kick to take the bastard out at the knees. He hops over it, dodges the punch Ed throws at his ribs, and flips over a second kick with a truly unnecessary flourish and flip.

“You’ve had training,” the man says, beaming, and he flips his book open again.

Ed eyes the distance between them, wonders if it’s too low to try and take him on his blind side, and decides that Teacher would never forgive him if he didn’t at least make an attempt. “You could say that. None of the twisty shit you guys do, but I get by.”

The man makes a noise of feigned surprise. “Oh? For someone with your reach, that’s impressive.”

Ed pictures pounding his face into the pavement and tries to set him on fire with his mind.

“I,” he manages when he can unlock his jaw, “have a perfectly decent reach, you bastard.”

Another flicker of amusement that he looks down at his book to cover, and Ed moves.

As fast as if he were fighting Teacher, he throws himself forward, feels the man dodge by a hair’s breadth before he plants one hand on the ground, pivots, and kicks out hard. It’s the left leg, so he can’t feel the impact as more than a jolt, but he can hear the wheeze of air leaving the asshole’s lungs before he flickers out of the way. Ed lunges again, lets the flare of his coat cover his movement, and punches up in a haymaker—

There’s a puff of smoke, a pop, and the bastard reappears on the other side of the street, nose buried in his lurid orange book, an unmistakable smile on his masked face.

“Sorry to cut this meeting short,” he says blithely, ignoring Ed’s wordless sound of rage, “but my cute little students have been waiting for two hours already. How impolite of you to hold me up further.”

Maybe he has a good reason for being that late, but since he’s absolutely an asshole, Ed rather doubts it. “You should stop worrying about them and worry more about how I’m going to kick your ass,” he growls, shoving his sleeve up. Only the left one, because the right arm is too good a surprise to waste. “You and your stupid tallness and your stupid fucking face—”

“I’ll have you know my face is very popular,” the man says mildly. “There’s a bounty on it and everything. Ah, but you might have missed it—they usually put the Bingo Book on the top shelf, and the library only has so many ladders.”

Die!” Ed roars, and launches himself headfirst at the man, who vanishes in a swirl of leaves. A faint giggle drifts back from the end of the street, and Ed abandons his groceries to their sad, squashed fate in the street and bolts after the bastard, fully prepared to chase him across the entire village if that’s what it takes to finally pound his face in.

7 Deadly Sins

this might come across as bitter cause ive just read 40 discourse posts in row, but honestly why is the fact that lesbian and bi experiences aren’t identical only ever used in defense of the lesbian experience? why would the vast majority of people rather conceptualize bi women as ‘appropriating’ lesbian experiences than acknowledge and support us in the unique experiences we have ourselves?
S.H.I.E.L.D. on the Bubble: Keep or Cut?
By mid-May, the broadcast networks must make some tough calls as to which series will return for the 2017-18 TV season, and which… won’t. As that deadline draws near, TVLine is singling out a few “…
By Matt Webb Mitovich

I really don’t like these kinds of articles due to the “click bait” and “panic” factor.   And I don’t wholly agree with all his arguments….

BUT we live on that stupid bubble so…

Its another place we can made some noise and drum up support for the show.  The final decision hasn’t been made.  And while this won’t tip the scales it shows how many of us want it to stay around.  So go vote guys!  It can’t hurt!

anonymous asked:

Had a customer today, I was carrying one of our large stock bins (by myself, a 17 year old girl). Walk past this dude, hear him just say pumpkin seeds. I keep walking because I assume he's talking to the woman next to him (his wife) and then he gets mad because I didn't answer him. I don't know about other places but here it's both stupid and rude to not greet staff before asking for something, a full question also helps generally.

anonymous asked:

do u have any tips on how to look more masculine :p

i really hate a lot of the “passing tips” that get thrown around transmasc circles because a ton of them were really harmful for my self-image, but here are a few of the more benign ones:

  • square off your sideburns!
  • if you wear glasses, those can be a surprisingly huge Gender Indicator, so get men’s glasses if you can. its stupid that glasses are gendered in the first place but yknow
  • if it’s feasible and healthy for you, work out! it’s good for you in general, and looking more #toned can help you look more masc.
  • this wasnt a problem for me personally but if you have sparse eyebrows, fill em in a bit. but dont go too crazy.
Story starter meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 15 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

I was tagged by @dimancheetoile. Thank you!  💕

I knew you were trouble

This is all massively troublesome, damn it, and Shikamaru only has himself to blame.

it’s always our self we find in the sea 

Sakumo is just a little worried, that’s all.

Everything I ever lost (now has been returned)

Obito is only back in Konoha to visit Rin’s grave.


“Well,” a vaguely amused voice drawls. “You’re not who I was expecting to find.”

Guaranteed to blow your mind

Damn but Ed hates this place, with its stupid shitty weather and its stupid shitty prosthetics that can’t hold a candle to Winry’s automail, its constant wars and mercenary society when all he wants is a week without something exploding.

Lay me down in the sands of time

“No,” Obito says, flat and cold.

‘Til all my scars bleed gold

Utakata has had just enough shots to forget what a bad idea this is, but not so many that he can’t appreciate the way Iruka kisses, single-minded and overwhelming and enough to take the strength right out of his knees.

I’m falling for your eyes (but they don’t know me yet)

“There’s a girl!” Shisui cries, practically falling though his cousin’s bedroom window in his haste.

with roots that reach out (for the sea)

Deidara is so fucking glad that he isn’t the baby of the group anymore.

we’re branches in a stream

“You want us to launch ourselves out of a cannon?” Ichigo squawks. “Are you insane?”

oh Lazarus, how did your debts get paid

The memories don’t start coming back until he finds the door.

down in the forest (with the devil in me)

Now that the frantic terror of killing Danzō, fleeing Konoha, and ending up recruited by Pein is done with, being a missing-nin is a lot more boring than Kiba thought it would be.

All my friends are heathens

The sound of the heavy doors all around the room unbolting is warning enough, and Orochimaru glances up from a bored study of his nails to smirk at the heavily armed men swarming around his cell.

“Can I take this to mean my request for lab time has been approved?” he asks lightly.

About as Romantic as a Pair of Handcuffs

Fingers with black-painted nails trace Kakashi’s cheek, and Obito sighs softly, eye flickering up under long lashes to hold Kakashi’s gaze. “You know, I’m really sorry I have to do this,” he says wistfully. “You’ve always been my exception to everything, haven’t you, Kakashi?”

rattle this ghost town

“No,” Hibari says flatly.

Mukuro, of course, ignores him, smirking the whole time.

(I have a thing for catchy, stand-alone lines. This was indeed something I knew, though it’s funny to see that it happens in everything over 1k that I write. Urk.)

Tagging: @redhothollyberries, @definitelynotaminion, and anyone else who wants to do this and say I tagged them, bc my brain is stalling out right now. 

tfw your just a kid at the skate park and your dad makes you wear this really over-the-top obnoxious safety helmet and your just trying to be fairy-kei punk :\

a small addition to NV that warms my heart are the tumbleweeds… they get stuck in dumb places in the game and its so stupid but i love it because thats 100% accurate