last line is one of my favorites

20 (intrusive) questions

put a # in my ask

1) how would you describe your relationship with your mom/dad

2) when was the last time you cried and why

3) whats your favorite/least favorite quality about yourself; why

4) do you smile at strangers

5) how often do people (not family members) tell you they love you

6) how is your life different now from two years ago

7) would you ever cheat on someone 

8) are you a jealous person

9) whats the worst pickup line someone has asked you

10) do you believe in ghosts

11) what are your ambitions

12) 3 deal breakers in a relationship

13) what is one thing you’ll never do again

14) whats your most bizarre pet peeve

15) what is your favorite memory

16) whats your zodiac sign

17) what ‘small things’ things terrify you

18) do you like your laugh

19) have you ever stalked someone/been stalked

20) do you feel loved

aww, that was a really sweet episode (perfect for the season too!). Its so nice to not only have a new SU ep, but for it to bring all the Gems together (and Greg + a newbie)

Lots of cool stuff from this ep, finally meeting a member of Steven’s human family (which the crew hinted at at SDCC this year), learning that Universe isn’t Greg’s original last name, confirmation that Greg and Rose were never traditionally married (which is so funny because just yesterday I was looking at some old posts where we were discussing it and I was thinking “I wonder if the show will ever actually state it” and then pow, they did)

I think “Garnet says not to lick stuff I find on the ground” is one of my favorite lines, but Pearl’s “Since you love marriage so much, we thought ‘why don’t we all just marry each other!’” was pretty great. Also I love that birth, marriage, and death were the decorations they got because those are human things

Anyways, yes, really great episode! Very cute and sweet and just really what I needed right now. Thank you, SU <3


My cousin wanted to do this (she’s in 7th grade)….so this is it….haha

Criteria: I watch so much shit and have so much faves so I just went by the last anime/manga I read/watched and chose my favorite characters from them (also, as you can tell, I got too excited talking about Todo and I messed up in the Kakashi one, the last two lines should be color-switched)

Bonus Killing Stalking ones (I had to)!

my cuz rules

Do you know what my favorite line of dialogue is from Uncharted 4? I’m gonna tell ya:

This shit gets me. Every. Single. Time. It perfectly sums up… Everything. Their entire relationship. Everything they’ve been through and are currently going through. And it’s some subtle foreshadowing (this game does some spectacular foreshadowing and one day I’ll sit down and do a gif set of the best examples of it because damn.) 

Every time this guy blunders his way into some disaster, here comes Elena Fisher at hour zero to save his ass and push him on to achieve his (lbr, crazy) goals. This game is full of damn fine writing and this is my absolute favorite line in the entire goddamn game. This entire scene is so subtle and heartfelt and heart-breaking in its melancholy.


-Between them rolled the unmistakable sound of a cat’s purr.

Obsession, Chapter 6

And so I finished! My favorite scene of the first part of the Tendencies series by @kryallaorchid. The last line was so good and what a great way to make a cliffhanger. I was in the edge of my seat in this chapter and had to reread it several times to fully absorb the weight of this scene. Damn.

Sorry for the lack of consistent between characters, altho i think by the last pages i found a comfortable way to draw them. 

P.s.: Now I will finally read Quiver! I’m prepared myself and i havent even spoiled myself because i want to be really surprised! ( be honest with me guys, how many tissues im gonna need?)

anonymous asked:

Jamilton for the prompt?

Yeah, I’m using this as an excuse to write more jamilton. This one is based on the post I just reblogged and a fic I read on Ao3 that was called something along the lines of “Of Gold Tipped Canes and Mascara”. I wanted to link it but it’s been deleted since the last time I read it, sadly. So if the author happens to see this, I just want them to know that it’s still my all-time favorite jamilton fic. This will get a part two eventually because I hate to leave something without a happy ending.

Warning for mentions of blood.

“You know, you’re not going to win him over by insulting him all the time.”

James brought a bowl of macaroni over to the couch in his living room, where Thomas was curled up in a ball. Thomas always came over to James’s house after debate club, but today James hadn’t gone to school and Thomas had arrived at his door in tears.

“Come on, don’t cry,” James said, sitting down next to his friend. He tried to hand him the bowl, but Thomas wouldn’t take his face out of the pillow he was sobbing into. James sighed and put the bowl on the coffee table. “So what exactly happened?”

Thomas mumbled something into the pillow.

“I can’t hear you, Thomas.”

Thomas sat up, revealing just how much of a mess he was. His mascara was running and blood was streaming from his nose.

“Oh god, Thomas, my mom’s pillow,” James exclaimed, grabbing the pillow from his friend. He would have to wash it before his mom got home.

“I’m sorry,” Thomas muttered, wiping at his face, which only served to smear the makeup and blood together.

“It’s fine,” James said. “Now give me details.”

Thomas leaned his head on James’s shoulder.

“He punched me,” Thomas said, his voice shaking.

James sighed. Thomas had been antagonizing Hamilton for years. James knew it was because Thomas had a massive crush, but to Hamilton it seemed like Thomas hated him. Being friends with both of them, James had to listen to both of them talk about the other, but he was powerless to tell Hamilton that Thomas didn’t know how to express his feelings without being an asshole. He knew it was only a matter of time before Hamilton snapped, and of course it was on the one day he wasn’t there to stop it.

James ran his hand through Thomas’s curls, something he knew Thomas found very comforting. “Maybe if you tried actually talking to him…”

“I don’t know how,” Thomas wailed, turning his face into James’s shoulder. The smaller boy tried not to wince as Thomas’s mascara smeared onto his shirt. “And besides, he hates me. He told me so himself, in no uncertain terms.”

Thomas hiccuped as Hamilton’s earlier words resurfaced in his mind. They were so cruel. Thomas knew he deserved it, as he wasn’t kind himself, but Hamilton’s words had so much pure hatred in them.

He just wanted Alexander to like him.

James looked at his friend with pity. The poor boy was a wreck. James came to a decision.

“Go get cleaned up,” James said. “My sister’s makeup remover is in the top drawer under our bathroom sink and the washcloths are in the closet.”

Once Thomas had left the room, James picked up his phone and texted Hamilton.

Hey can you come over? We need to talk.

Hamilton’s reply came only a few seconds later.

Is Jefferson there?

No,James lied.

Ten minutes later, Hamilton was at James’s doorstep. Thomas was still in the bathroom, so James led Hamilton to the living room. Hamilton eyed the bowl of macaroni on the table suspiciously as he sat down, but he didn’t say anything.

“So what happened with you and Thomas?” James asked.

Hamilton studied the couch cushions. “He called me… Well, he called me a name that really wasn’t okay, and I kind of snapped. I just let go of all the anger I’ve had because of him and then… then I punched him.”

James could guess what the name was and made a mental note to admonish Thomas for that later. At the moment though, he only checked to make sure Thomas was still in the bathroom.

“Okay, look,” James said, as quickly as he could. “I know Thomas seems like a jerk, and he says things that he shouldn’t, but he’s really not like that. I really shouldn’t be telling you this, but the only reason Thomas acts like that around you is because he has a major crush on you, and he doesn’t know any other way to act.” James checked around him again and let out a sigh of relief when Thomas was nowhere to be found.

Hamilton was stunned. “He… What?”

“He’s like, in love with you dude.”

Thomas chose that moment to emerge from the bathroom, still wiping at his eyes with a towel. “Hey James, do you think I could borrow your sister’s mascara? I don’t like not wearing any makeup.”

“You have a crush on me?”

Thomas snapped his head up to see Hamilton sitting next to James. His gaze flickered between the two of them, his expression one of horror when on Hamilton and one of betrayal when on James.

“James, what the hell?” He finally asked.

Hamilton didn’t give James the chance to answer. He was already crossing the room so he could be face to face with Thomas.

“Answer the question,” Hamilton demanded. “Do you have a crush on me?”

“I-I… N-no!” Thomas stuttered, his cheeks burning. He didn’t know why he would say that. But how could he justify being such a jerk if Hamilton knew he liked him?

Hamilton scoffed. “Asshole.” He turned on his heels, glaring at James as he walked towards the door. “Thanks for nothing, James. I thought we were friends, but clearly, everyone just wants me to feel like shit about myself.”

“Alexander, wait,” James called, but Hamilton had already slammed the door shut.

Thomas burst into tears the second the door shut.

“Why would you do that?” Thomas asked in between sobs.

“Why would you do that?” James demanded. “I gave you the perfect opportunity to tell him how you feel and you just convinced him even more that you hate him.”

“I would’ve told him when I was ready,” Thomas shouted. James highly doubted that, but he wasn’t given the chance to say so, because Thomas was already storming towards the door. “Now he’s never going to like me. Thanks a lot.”

Thomas slammed the door and James threw himself down on the couch with a groan. This was what he got for trying to help his friends.

A few minutes later, his mom walked through the door.

“James Madison!” she exclaimed. “What in the world did you do to that pillow?”

“I’ll take care of it,” James sighed.


    ”I sometimes see myself as already a worthy pastor with a good-natured homebody for a wife, a voluminous library, and duties to perform, positions to hold, in every sphere of society. Six days for meditation; on the seventh, one opens one’s mouth. When you take your walk, schoolboys and girls shake hands with you. And when you return home, the coffee is steaming, a big cake is served, and girls bring apples in through the garden door. Can you imagine anything finer?”

    “What I imagine is half-closed eyelashes, half-opened lips, and Turkish draperies! Look, I don’t believe in their grand manner: our elders pull their stupidities from us. Among themselves they call each other dunderheads just like us. When I’m a m i l l i o n a r e, I’ll build a monument to God.”
- Ernst and Hanschen // Spring Awakening by Frank Wedekind / translated by Eric Bentley / pages 73-74 // 

Sparky (Uncle!Clint Barton x Reader, slight Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

Request: Hey! I heard you were looking for requests! How about a story where reader is Clint’s best friend’s daughter and she joins the Avengers, and he’s always looking out for her?

Requested By: @jumperswellies

Word Count: 901

Warnings: Swearing, Violence

A/N: I loved this request, so thanks for requesting! I made the reader an enhanced because I thought that it helped the story line. Also, slight Pietro x reader because I also thought it helped the story line. Just to let you know, (Y/F/M) means “your favorite movie.” Last but not least, thanks for reading and requests are open!

Originally posted by live-laugh-love-fandom

“Geez, (Y/N), why did you have to bring so much stuff with ya?” Clint says exasperatedly, while dragging up your numerous amounts of suitcases.

“Sorry, Uncle Clint,” You wince, seeing him drop one of the suitcases down a couple of stairs. “My dad said to pack what I needed, and well, I kinda needed it all.”

“Oh, really,” Clint remarks, rolling his eyes. “Did you really need your collection of movies? You do realize that Tony owns, like, a million, right?”

“Yes, okay maybe, but does he own this one?” You ask, pulling out (Y/F/M).

“I’m sure he does, sweetheart,” Clint huffs out, dragging the last case up the final step. “Now, will ya help your Uncle out or do I have to do all the heavy-lifting?”

“Whatever, old man,” You grin, seeing him roll his eyes at you once more.

“Everyone, this is (Y/N), my niece; (Y/N), this is everyone,” Clint announces, and everyone responds with their own sort of greetings. Scanning over your new teammates, you see that the one with the silvery-blonde hair catches your eye. Seeing this, Clint’s eyes widen.

“Oh, hell no, Speedy,” Clint all but shouts, moving in front of you. “You are not going after my niece.”

“Lighten up, old man,” the boy responds. “We’ve only just met.” And with that, he flashes you a blinding smile. Waltzing up to you, he grabs your hand, just about to place a kiss on it when-

“OUCH!” the boy yelled, pulling his hand back from you, clutching it to his chest. “What the-?”

“Oh, sorry, Speedy,” Clint retorts. “Forgot to mention that she’s an enhanced. She produces an electrical current that runs along her body. Have to be careful, y’know.” He finishes with a wicked smile on his face.

“That,” the man with the glasses starts, “Is amazing. Do you mind if I run a few tests on-”

“Banner, she just walked in the front door,” Clint says, cutting Bruce off. “Let her adjust for a bit, alright?” Clint finishes, sending a glance towards your way. Nodding your head towards him, he smiles. “Now c’mon, lets go get you all settled in.”

“Hey, Sparky, need a little help over here,” Tony grunts through the comms, blasters firing at every HYDRA agent he can see. Finishing off your own agent, you put your hands on your knees, breathing in deeply. It was your first big mission, and things were going smoothly until their reinforcements started showing up. These guys are like cockroaches, you think, slowly standing up. Looking around you, you are about to ask Tony where he was when another agent stepped out from behind the tree line. Eyes widening, you just barely dodge the knife that was thrown at you before you start sprinting towards the agent. Just before you can lay your hands on the guy to electrocute him, a knife grazes your arm, and you let out a cry of pain.

“Son of a bitch!” You scream, still moving closer to the guy. Placing your hands on him, you let the electricity surge through you and into the man, watching him fall into a crumpled heap on the forest ground. Standing back up, you grip your arm.

“Sparky, I really need you over here,” Tony’s voice rings through.

“Give me a minute,” You gasp out, pulling your hand away from your arm. “Just got cut, I’m fine th-”

What?!” You hear Clint’s voice, shocked. “(Y/N), stay where you are, I’m coming to get you.” Too tired to even mutter a response, you slink away to the nearest tree and try to hide your body from the ever-present agents. Not even five minutes later, your uncle shows up.

“Are you okay?” He breathes out, dropping on his knees to look at you. You just nod, but motion your head towards your arm. Seeing the blood on your arm, he starts to pull out his first aid kit and begins to patch you up.

“Uncle Clint, I’m-” 

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” He mumbles, continuing to fix your arm. “Not your fault.”

“Still, I-I” You start, tears starting to well up in your eyes. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this, maybe I’m not strong enough for-”

“(Y/N), you are one of the strongest people I know. You always do the right thing, even when it’s the hard thing. Hell, even growing up you were strong. You were a little terror to your dad because of how headstrong you are. And you do belong in the Avengers, obviously. You kept going until you got to safety, even with a knife wound; which is hard, I might add.” Clint confesses. Before you can even respond, he continues. “And yeah, this life is hard, but you belong with us. These battles are always hard, and hell, I’m just a guy with a bow and some arrows. Doesn’t make sense. But you, you belong here with us. We are your family, and we will protect you. So don’t go thinking you’re not good enough, alright?”

Wiping tears away, you nod your head yes. “Thanks, Uncle Clint, means a lot to me.” You say with a smile.

“No problem, kiddo,” He finishes, pulling you up next to him. “Still think you have a little bit of electricity in you?” He asks, smiling.

“Definitely,” You reply, now more determined than ever before.

“Great, lets go kick some ass, Sparky.”

Poe Dameron Headcanons

Part 1 

Poe Dameron x reader

Poe Dameron headcanons

Naboo is probably one of my favorite settings in star wars.

I do not own Star Wars or any of it’s characters.

Originally posted by krennic

  • He’d use his charming lines to get your attention, yet you brushed them off with a scoff and an eye roll.
  • Poe would ask you out countless times to go flying with him in his spare time. After him asking about eighteen times you finally gave in.
  • You two would try to keep it a secret at first.
  • Before long, the whole base knew. The lingering gazes, the hugs that last a bit to long. It was obvious.
  • After going on a few more space dates, flying would be something regular.
  • His favorite place to take you would probably be Naboo.  You would both love the fresh air, and it’s charming city.
  • On Naboo, you would both have a small picnic, then point out the creatures and saying “That’s you,”
  • To impress you he would attempt to ride one.
  • He’d fall off and you would laugh at him, before seriously considering if he was injured.
  • Before missions, he would wrap you in a bear hug and kiss your forehead, promising he’ll come back.
  • When you went on missions, he would lurk in the command room until General Organa kicked him out.
  • When Poe was taken by The First Order, you’d be distraught. Pleading to Leia to let you go off and find him.
  • When he came back, you were instantly in his arms. He would run a hand through your hair whispering sweet nothings.
  • Meeting Rey and Finn, being instantly besties.
  • When you two were alone you’d share passionate kisses, (which we all know would lead to makeout sessions)
  • There isn’t a place on the base, where you two haven’t made out.
  • Most of the time it would be in his X-Wing.
  • Him complimenting you all. the . DAMN. TIME.
  • PDA! He would always have an arm around your shoulder, or around your waist. Sometimes his hand would go a bit low and rest on your butt.
  • You’d roll your eyes when that happen, yet he knew you didn’t mind.
"And, of course,” Zeus continued, though he looked like his pants were smoldering, “we must…um…thank Poseidon.”
“I’m sorry, brother,” Poseidon said. “What was that?”
“We must thank Poseidon,” Zeus growled. “Without whom … it would’ve been difficult-”
“Difficult?” Poseidon asked innocently.
“Impossible,” Zeus said. “Impossible to defeat Typhon
—  The Last Olympian
Perhaps a different kind of fic rec...

So I have been working on a tattoo sleeve for a while now. It’s a little strange because instead of pictures it’s all quotes from movies/books/music and fics!

Last night I added the intro to my all time favorite fic!

The lines are from @redlance​‘s one shot ‘A Moment’s Reprieve’. If you haven’t had a chance to read the fic yet guys then take a second and do so! As a matter of fact, take a second and read all of her stuff. Girl is talented!
Also, check out the amazing GIF set made by @bechloe-beatchell​.
I won’t lie, I saw the set first and I think it influenced a lot of how I saw the fic. 

(And a little shout out to Swen who can see the LFW tattoo too)


Before I start this, I completely forgot to mention this in yesterday’s post but thank you all s o fucking much for 3,400 followers, I can’t thank you enough it means so so so much to me and I appreciate every single one of you, whether you just read the post or you like it or reblog it or even message me, I still appreciate it so much and I’m so grateful!!! Onto the post, last but certainly not least is our darling maknae, the second half of the Busan line, Jeon Jungkook aka kookie

  • Visuals are up first as usual
  • Okay so my personal favorite hair on Jungkook is his dark blonde hair he had for 0.2 seconds (I still want it to have a comeback I’m ready) bc it was s u c h a good look it still fucks me up to this day
  • That’s gonna be his look for this post
  • He does have all of the other hair colors at some point or another, he goes pink for a while, he’s got the red, he does black hair he’s got a good mix going on
  • We all know that boy is muscled up as fuck we’ve seen glimpses, he himself has shown a quick lil look at the abs and his arms are all toned and ni CE so just combine all of that with a tail and permanently wet hair and you’ve got mermaid!kook
  • The collarbones though they’re doing the thing and his shoulders are wow and it’s just all w o w
  • His tail would be stunning
  • His tail would be red but it wouldn’t be red in the same way Jimin’s was
  • Jimin’s tail is all light colors, oranges, yellows, red, gold all really warm colors
  • But Jungkook’s red is a really dark red and there are a few different shades in it but they don’t get too bright
  • There are a few scales that are actually black and there’s some silver here and there and it’s actually really pretty
  • Whenever I think of Jungkook, I personally think of the color red bc one of the things red symbolizes to me is passion and Jungkook is a really passionate person so I just really think he’d have a red tail but not like the usual red, it’s his own lil twist and it’s just really nice
  • He’s de f in itely curious about the humans, he spends hours every day, peeking out behind a rock and just trying to figure them out bc he’s only ever seen mermaids and he heard about humans once or twice but he wasn’t used to seeing so many in one place for no apparent reason
  • Was there an event, what’s the weird thing they’re eating out a cone, what’s the language they’re speaking
  • It takes him a few years but he slowly starts understanding them, he gets the idea that there’s no reason they come to the beach besides that they enjoy it and wanna spend time there, some people even take their dates to the beach bc they love it so much
  • He also starts picking up on their music
  • So many people play music during the day and even more at night and he just loves to find a shallow spot to rest on, close his eyes and listen bc it’s all so different
  • Some people play really upbeat songs that make him want to dance around with the dolphins, some play slower songs that make him feel the heartbreak the artist is describing, some play songs with heavy lyrics that leave him thinking about everything ever and other play songs with lyrics that are lighter and make him just feel happy
  • You two actually meet through music
  • You’re sitting on the dock at everyone leaves, you have your music playing and you’re just relaxing and enjoying the breeze
  • You keep hearing the water moving but you assume it’s just the waves but oh it’s actually Jungkook trying to get comfortable without getting caught
  • But he ends up falling asleep bc the music is really soothing so he starts drifting out from underneath the dock and you just see this half human half fish dude floating around 
  • You scream bc it scared you which wakes him up and then he screams bc you screamed and he’s just rushing to get back under the dock and may or may not end up bumping into one of the poles
  • You kinda have to laugh bc he gets so flustered and so !!!!! and it takes you a few minutes to get him to come back out
  • You ask him about the whole tail thing and he tells you about his kingdom under the sea, how his father is the king, which explains the lil circlet crown on his head
  • He asks you some questions about humans that he had never figured out, why are there so many toes, can you wiggle each one individually, if no then why not
  • You two end up talking for a wh i l e and it’s just all about him explaining his world and you explaining yours and he ends up sitting on the dock next to you and the music is turned back on and it’s just really nice
  • “Hey so maybe tomorrow we can meet here again? I’ll show you some more songs”
  • “I would love that”

Tagged by my babe @sweetillusionketz. Thank you, ily <3

rules: list the first lines of your last 10 stories. see if there are any patterns. then tag some of your favorite authors!

I See Fire (OS, 12k)

There was one simple and unique rule about being friends with Magnus and Alec: never, ever, no matter the circumstances, not even if you were drunk as an armada of skunks, engage into a debate about pop culture with either of them, and especially not the both of them.

Bright Lights, Small Town (multi-chaptered, complete, 104,2k)

“Welcome to Indianapolis, Sir. Enjoy your stay!”

The Blind Spot series (two OS,17,9k)

It’s seven in the morning and Alec has already decided that this day will now be referred to as “The Very Bad, No Good, Terrible, Horrible Day”.

Being a doctor has always been Alec’s dream.

Stars Aligned series (two OS, 36,9k)

Magnus doesn’t remember when he started to think of Los Angeles as home.

Magnus had forgotten just how intimidating Maryse Lightwood could be.

The Importance of Pancakes (OS, 2,2k)

Magnus hums a Lady Gaga song quietly under his breath as he flips pancakes in the pan, only half attuned to the sound of Alec setting up plates on the table behind him.

Dead men tell no tales (OS, 17,4k)

The dungeon was in the most secluded part of the castle, all the way down the main tower. It was close to the sea, close enough that Alec could hear the waves crashing on the shore as he walked down the corridor to the cells, the sound an odd, soothing paradox to the gloomy atmosphere of the place.

I am Fire, I am… Drunk series (three OS, 14,2k)

“It’s my bachelor party and you’re my best man,” Jace had said. “You owe me to get drunk.”

“It’s your bachelor party and I’m your best man,” Jace had said. “You owe me to get drunk.”

Alec is not sulking. He’s just not.

Think of me when you shoot your arrows (OS, 788 words)

The training room is incredibly silent in the mornings.

Remember our own land, what we live for (OS, 1,1k)

“This is a disaster.”

A Quiet Storm (OS, 2,4k)

The raging storm has made of New York a silent city, the streets deserted, the buildings and roads buried under the snow.

if by life or death I can save you, I will (OS, 2k)


The Children of Merlin (multi-chaptered, incomplete, 64,8k)

“Remind me again how you managed to drag me to a Quidditch game?” Magnus sighs as he takes a seat next to Ragnor. “I despise Quidditch.”

Avengers Assemble series (multi-chaptered, incomplete, 202,9k)

“I’m bored.”

[To: Black Widow] The food here reminds me of that time two weeks ago you tried to cook steak and it ended up tasting like fish instead.

Magnus didn’t sleep much the night before.

Step Onto My Balcony (multi-chaptered, complete, 46,6k)

“Didn’t anyone warn you that there was a storm in New York, buddy?”

Hold Back the River (multi-chaptered, complete, 37,2k)

Lust, Alec had learnt to know, could be a powerful thing.

Masters of War (OS, 13,6k)

Alec and Magnus had liked each other for about an hour before they started hating each other.

I ended up doing more than 10 because it was fun.

I, for one, like to start with some dialogue. Also, I’m a bit of a drama queen.

Tagging the freakingly talented @everydayfandom @crazyellephantrambles @otppurefuckingmagic @magicandarchery @jezthemadficster @m-aleciseverything @baniverse 


Gundam 0080: War in the Pocket


“In war, everyone is a casualty.”

There is no line in that promo which sums up Gundam 0080 better or more concisely than that one. 

The last of my Toonami Gundam reviews concludes with a Midnight Run special that sets itself apart as not just another mecha action series. Throughout my years in and out of this massive mecha franchise, there is no Gundam anime I have watched which portrays the brutality of war and its human cost more somberly than this one. It’s not the typical Gundam you would expect, and it’s not an anime intended for everyone. But even so, if you do watch it, it’s quite a sobering experience.

Gundam 0080 is set in the last month of the One Year War, in the neutral space colony Side 6, essentially no man’s land. From the outset, Zeon is losing the fight, and the end is not far off. The OVAs make no bones about the ultimate futility of the main characters’ efforts. It’s clear these people are fighting and dying for nothing. This is illustrated in two ways: the portrayal of mecha battles and character interactions.

Mecha battles here (which are very-well choreographed and animated) are portrayed as just brutal, unadulterated violence. After every battle there are sweeping shots of bombed out buildings, destroyed mechs and mutilated bodies. The OVAs’ message is very clear: nothing comes from war except destruction and death.

At the center of this heart-wrenching drama is a friendship of two people, each with their own views of war. 11-year-old Alfred Izuruha naively sees it as a game, while Zeon soldier Bernie Wiseman is living through its horrors. What sets the characters’ relationship apart is there is no pontificating about the higher ideals for which they fight. No rationalizing and no heavy-handed moralizing will be found here. Instead, the anime just lets the story be told and the viewers draw their own conclusions about the larger themes. It’s a subtle form of storytelling I wish more anime nowadays employed.

The epic final battle is a humbling and heartbreaking scene. I remember even as a kid watching this not cheering for either side to win; I just wanted both pilots to stop fighting. Bernie says it best in his farewell to Al: Soldiers on one side of a fight are no different or better than on the other. They’re just people, like you and me.

It’s sad to know that after these Gundam series aired, Toonami became ‘cleaner,’ more sanitized and more politically correct (in terms of displays of cartoon violence etc). I am only glad that now, after so many years of absence, Toonami is darker, more mature, and less apologetic about it than it ever was. The broadcast of Iron Blooded Orphans and now Gundam Unicorn seems to solidify that Toonami’s really back to its roots. Thank God for that.

For those who want a pulse-pounding yet touching war story, Gundam 0080 is one of the most sobering anime you will ever see. 


Happy super moon to all!!!!  🌕✨

Last night I put out my crystal collection on my windowsills to charge for the past two nights! They all looked so beautiful lined up that I couldn’t help but take pictures!

I also thought now would be a good time to show off my most recent additions to the fam! The slightly darker cluster in the 4th picture is a clear quartz cluster I bought at the state fair in October.  The tiny labradorite heart was bought a couple of weeks ago and is becoming one of my favorites because of the dark blue shimmer under the surface 💙

And last but not least, the plain-looking rocks in the last picture are the ones that my boyfriend gave me, because he saw that “I had a lot of rocks in my room and he thought I would appreciate these.” 💕🙈  I adore this dude and I adore these crystals ✨

i work in a regional ice cream place, and last night i got so angry i almost put in my two weeks right then

my favorite manager was promoted and moved to another store suddenly, so last night i was left with one assistant manager that hates me and a shift lead that makes me do everyone’s work. without the support and help of the old manager, i was screwed over!
i was assigned to one register, selling hot food. whoever works that register is also responsible for keeping the lobby clean, with the assistance of whoever is assigned to the ice cream register. i’m not allowed to leave my register if i have customers in line, so if anyone orders a shake we’re told to yell back the shake so the runners know to check the lobby screen and get the shakes made.
well it got kind of busy. i had a line, i was yelling back a couple shakes, and then i rushed over to the ice cream fountain to help because they were getting slammed. a few minutes pass and the manager that hates me asks a customer what they were waiting on, and they said they still hadn’t gotten their shake. so she runs back to make it and yells at me over the counter, in front of everyone, “[NAME] IF YOU HAVE SHAKES YOU NEED TO COME BACK HERE AND MAKE THEM YOURSELF OR KEEP YELLING SO SOMEONE HEARS YOU” like.. ok? ONE shake was behind? i wasn’t going to abandon the customers who hadnt been served nor was i just going to yell repeatedly rather than complete the transaction????? so for the rest of the night i was stressed out trying to make everything that was ordered because i was afraid to ask her highness to help me get anything out. this manager doesnt ever give a shit about anyone up front, she spends all her time in the back even when drive doesnt have orders?? when i work window she yells at everyone not helping me.

anyway, so after i get bitched at in front of a line of people, i scurry out to check the lobby (which no one else was helping me with) and sweep and the shift lead yells “hey after that do trash” and i was like… why is the person assigned to trash not doing it? not two minutes later she tossed me a checklist and told me to check the bathrooms that i had to clean at close anyway.

sorry for the long post, i just had to vent ;_; i was already unhappy at my job, but the manager that left was so good and helped a lot with us up front. when the GM isn’t there i feel like none of the managers give a shit about me or any of the other people working the front, i dread going in now :(

(A table of contents is available. This series will remain open for additional posts and the table of contents up-to-date as new posts are added.)

Part One: Chasing Dreams

Ideas come from the wildest places: a statue seen in someone’s yard, a post on the internet, a picture, a turn of phrase, a dream. Wherever you exist, there ideas are, too. It’s just a matter of chasing them down and figuring out what they are.

I don’t know about all of you, but I have plenty of story starts that never went anywhere; little tidbits of ideas, a drawing here, a line of dialogue there. Perhaps my favorite was an ask received last year: toaster idea. Ideas can be anything from a fully fledged concept including character and world, or as small as a single object. Perhaps we know what kind of plot we want to follow, perhaps we don’t. Maybe we know we want to tackle a theme or message, maybe not.

“Idea” has a few interesting definitions to go alongside the typical “thought, conception, or notion.” It can mean impression, opinion, view, belief, plan of action, and intention, too. What these last several definitions have that the first doesn’t is conviction. When someone has a point of view, they believe in something and have an opinion on it, none of which has any connotation of being wishy-washy. If you believe something, even if you don’t know the specifics or the scientific workings, you are convinced that it exists, or is possible, or whatever. Someone who has developed a plan of action, or even simply has the intention to do something at some point has the conviction that those things need to happen. Whether they follow through with it or not is irrelevant. At the point they formed that intention, they were filled with conviction.

When an idea comes to us, we are momentarily convinced that what we’ve thought is important. Whether it’s important enough to write down or further develop can be difficult to decide, but one thing’s for certain: Ideas only thrive off your conviction. As soon as you lose it, your idea will begin to wane. So then, how are we to know what these ideas mean and whether they are worth pursuing? Hopefully we’ll explore those questions and how to hold onto our confidence in this series of posts.

Next up: The initial steps!

Good for You

Description: Suit and tie, red dress, high heals, and the most perfect evening. You feel you have to over make yourself to even add up to anything in the presence of Kim Namjoon. But tonight he takes the time to describe how perfect you are to him from head to toe in excruciating detail.

Pairing: Rap Mon X Reader

Genre: Light fluff / Smut

Warning: strong language, tiny mention of alcohol, graphic smut 

Probably one of my favorite pictures of this beautiful ass man, anyway, please tell me what you think of my debut smut. *wink wink*


In front of your vanity you eye yourself in the mirror, putting on the finishing last touches of your makeup. You made sure your hair laid down in perfect curls. You scanned your make up for any smudges or crooked lines, and then you adorned your ears with ruby earrings to match your bright red skin tight dress, that showed just enough skin.

You felt almost perfect. Almost, meaning you weren’t too sure if what you had on was enough for your boyfriend who you’d been soon meeting that evening. You tried to shake the fear and anxiety that had found a home in the pit of your stomach, but it was no use. You simply convinced yourself that whatever happened when he saw you, you’d promise to look better next time.

He’d be over your apartment any minute and you were literally running frantically back and forth in your heals trying to make sure that the dining room was set perfectly. Everything just had to be perfect for the perfect man you still weren’t sure how you managed to steel. For the past few weeks he has done nothing but treat you sweetly and made you feel nothing but comfort and love. He was your world and all you thought about and you hoped and wished on all of your stars that he wouldn’t get tired of you and leave.

There was a gentle but confident knock on the door, and your eyes darted toward the clock. 6:00 on the dot. He seemed to be very punctual with everything the both of you have planned so you shouldn’t have been as surprised as you were. But you felt your skin prickle and a strange hot/cold feeling that you always got when you were beyond nervous.

“C-coming…” You halfheartedly called as you drew in slow deep breaths to calm your nerves. He was here. You couldn’t keep him waiting.

Soon you were at the door, and with a timid reach for the nob, you unlocked it and pulled it open to be greeted by a tall male who was Namjoon Kim. He immediately grinned at you, his dimples flashing the moment he saw your face, but it quickly faded and contorted into something more serious as his eyes trailed down to observe what you were wearing.

“Wow…you look…”

You drew in a sharp breath and held it, waiting for whatever he had to say. He seemed to have noticed as his eyebrows furrowed curiously. 

“Beautiful.” He finished before tearing his eyes away from where they lingered on your cleavage. “Well can I come in?” He asked and smirked slightly in amusement.

“O-oh…yeah. Come in.” You stepped out of the way and he walked past you, stealing a gentle peck away from you as he entered your home. He wondered why you were acting so nervous. He had come to your house plenty of times and has seen just about every room without a problem. He hadn’t seen you this nervous since the first time the two of you met.

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regular guest bae sun tak brought up concerts that he had attended during the year, and his favorite one (which the artist wasn’t emphasized on).

bae sun tak: among all the concerts i’ve seen in 2016 i could it as the one on top.
jonghyun: was it the best?
bae sun tak: yes, truly.
jonghyun: what a shame~. if only you had attended my concert.
bae sun tak: i know right!
jonghyun: ah …, it was in december (2016).
bae sun tak: ah. i really wanted to listen to “inspiration” live.
jonghyun: of course …, that concert was a good one too but, if you’d seen my concert …, writer bae might’ve changed his mind a bit …, what a shame.
bae sun tak: i must once attend (one) if there’s a chance.
jonghyun: i’ll work hard in 2017 too and i’ll try to be active … for writer bae!