leave footprints

anonymous asked:

...u-undyne* you hear a small voice*...Undyne...*the voice gets louder* UNDYNE *and louder* DON'T LOSE HOPE, YOU ARE THE FUTURE OF MONSTERS AND HUMANS, YOU ARE A HERO UNDYNE! THE DUST IN YOUR GUTS WILL NEVER CHANGE THAT, NOT EVEN THE CRACK ON THAT PUNK'S FACE. Come back, please...we need you.*you feel the voice tearing apart* please...

The voices are acting…kinder than usual. Undyne wasn’t sure what to make of it.

Her fins twitched and she dropped into the tall grass. It scratched her skin, but she stayed perfectly still. She smelled them before she felt them.

The ground shook from the incoming Temmie hoard. They bounced down the walkways, leaving bloody footprints in their wake. Undyne clenched her fists around her makeshift spear. She couldn’t summon better weapons without the Temmies smelling her magic.

She would have to wait them out until they passed, and pray to the stars she wasn’t found. But if she was, she’d take them all down with her. Every. Last. One.

it is my biggest fear
that I will
leave this earth
without achieving
something great,


traveling miles
across the world
without
ever leaving a
footprint.

—  fears by shelby leigh
Prints

Summary: You and Sam leave your mark on the Impala.

Word Count: 2300

Warning: Smut, dom!Sam, dirty talk

A/N: Just something that happened. Enjoy! XOXO

“Is that a foot? Is there a footprint on the window?” Dean glares at the window through the rearview mirror, and you shift a little in the backseat to avoid his gaze.

It’s foggy and damp out, exactly the kind of weather that makes the windows fog up no matter what you do, and the three of you are piled in, ready for your next adventure.

Except there’s a footprint on Dean’s precious car.

And you know exactly where it came from.

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Bonus: In the Inuyasha Profiles book, Takahashi-sensei stated that Inuyasha’s nose is always wet like a dog’s. But when he catches a cold, his nose becomes dry.

There’s the collaring, growling and sniffing, but there’s also him leaving paw footprints, and the complaining and waiting for Kagome like a dog that howls in loneliness every time the owner goes to check the mail.

Guilty dog. Instead of pillows, he destroys kitchens… (Notice Buyo watching him run around. Such judgemental eyes.)

Also this…

Heck, even him running off to Kikyo is like my off-leash Maltese chasing after squirrels.

HOWEVER, unlike my Maltese, Inuyasha always knew to return to his proper owner. Hehehe.

Same as the previous campaign but now transported to the far side of the world and on a mountain top. Having climbed to the peak we found an ancient temple and a LOT of harpies in the highest most chamber. We were holding out well at first, but it was getting progressively worse, and by this point we are in a LOT of trouble.

DM to my wife “…and that brings you down to 4 health”

Me OOC “Is there a way i can replicate what we did in that mine? I could cover you two with my body while bringing the roof down on the remaining harpies.”

DM looks at me with an expression of defeat “Yes, technically if you were to combine the ring with the Sorcerer’s Enlarge person it should work just fine, but dont forget she’s having really bad luck with her Wild Magic.”

During the last few encounters every spell cast involved her activating it with a range of effects from turning water to blood and her speaking with pink bubbles.

Me OOC “Ill risk it.”

Me: Activates my ring “Raji, hit me with Enlarge person then both of you get under me!”

DM rolls for Wild Magic, it comes, and then

DM “No, no no no, NO!” Keeps rolling dice and checking notes.

Everyone “Oh god, are we all dead?”

DM “Roll dex saves to get under her”

Everyone passes the saves as the DM goes to get a drink refill and a moment later comes back white as a sheet.

After a moment my wife asked what was wrong. “…that potion of hers is still active, she just turned off the ring.”

Me “Wait wait.. so.. what size class am i becoming?”

DM reveals due to their alterations to the potion’s ability to multiply the effects of spells being added to the imbiber in successive increasing amounts, the still lingering effects, as well as a wild magic cast of growth, on top of my ring AND the newly cast Enlarge Person. “Large, To Huge, to Colossal, to.. Titanic i guess.. i.. no its PAST that.. like EIGHT freaking classes effectively… your now HALF the size of the mountain. The biggest mountain… but like.. you are now a good 6 miles tall.”

The party had been laughing pretty hard as i pointed out that i still had an action left this turn.

Me “I stomp onto the mountain and leave a footprint, (Note i am not wearing boots.) and next to it ‘write my name was here.’ ”

The DM has pretty much given up at this point, “Okay! Okay okay, you demolished the mountain and in its place you leave… a mile wide Draconic pawprint… lake. Anything else?”

Me IC to the party sitting on me.. somewhere “Now THATS how you leave an impression!”

anonymous asked:

ur post about fic & racism in the supergirl fandom really got me thinking (especially about my own biases so thank you) but also like, how there’s this incredibly pervasive but subtle new form of racism I haven’t seen b4 in other fandoms? Like on one hand u have this loud condemnation of how racist monel is & how he was a slave owner blabh blah but no corresponding attention given to the existing Black characters. 1/4

I get wlw not wanting to write m/f fic but a lot of the fandom doesn’t reblog (or make) any of the gifsets, they don’t meta for him they don’t call for more screen time for Mehcad. Same for M’gann. SO many posts talking about how awful monel is compare him to Lena and strangely don’t mention the Black female character who also came from an oppressive society to become a hero? And there are like, idk, 4 people? Who write or post wlw fic with M’gann in it? 2/4

Same with Maggie. A huge segment of fandom decided Floriana is white (even tho hollywood clearly won’t cast her in roles for white women) so they use that as an excuse to exclusively stan the very light skinned white wlw. And the way it carries over to the characters, like, okay Flo is white? but Maggie is absolutely treated like a woc in how parts of fandom aggressively ignore her & find ways to demonize her character while overtly supporting lighter skinned characters ¾

And that same part of the fandom doesn’t ever seem to create content for Lucy or Vasquez either. IDK this isn’t something u can probably explore with stats but ur post really got me thinking and it just feels really gross now bc I see all these posts condemning racism but there’s still this extreme perpetuation of privileging white characters at the same time? & I haven’t seen this particular trend in fandom b4 4/4

Oh, anon, this made my day. I have a bunch of notes waiting in a doc to address the whole Mon-El thing with regard to the racist undertones and the rhetoric used by the show to frame his storyline, and I will do my best to write it before the season comes back again, because I genuinely think they tried to aim high and just … missed completely. (But I make no promises because my thesis defense is on Tuesday.)

To your first point re: fandom attitudes – I was surprised in the early half of S2 when so many people came out of the woodwork making posts in the main tag like “wait, why did they get rid of Kara/James??” because, oh right, nobody acted like they cared for almost twelve straight months. If y’all were so okay with this ship, where were you to acknowledge its social significance when it was canon? Where are you now? Why hasn’t there been an outpouring of tweets week after week at the execs and the writers for sidelining an interracial couple in favor of what we’re getting, especially since the storyline literally handwaved away human trafficking and slavery as minor plot points?

Not only that, when there’s unrealized potential for a non-canon ship there is typically an outpouring of fic in response, and while there’s been a statistically significant amount of new Karolsen fic in S2 because it’s pretty easy to top zero percent, the writing there is not keeping pace with any of the other dude-involved pairings. 

And you’re right, anon: it is not possible to prove anything with stats. HOWEVER, thanks to the addition of these new characters for S2, I *am* at the point now where it’s possible to see correlation between character race and fan engagement with different pairing choices. And the bias is there, whether it’s in the het pairings, the femslash, or even the m/m pairings. The whole reason I started tracking fic outputs in the first place was that any attempt to have this conversation last year devolved into yelling and finger-pointing because “you have no proof!” that racial bias is a thing. Except, yanno, all the POC who live with it daily saying that it’s a thing. Well, congratulations y’all: your choices leave digital footprints behind that are pretty easy to follow and chart for everyone to see.

This isn’t actually a new problem, by the way – racism and preferencing of white pairing happens a lot, in almost every fandom. The only difference maybe is that I’ve experimented with quantifying it, which is not something that people usually do when they study fandoms or fan behavior.

It pains me to no end that M’gann has been so overlooked, because her story has just as many dark character beats to it as Lena’s, if not more, plus the added bonus of her sharing a sense of “otherness” with Kara in a way that few other people can. And there is no way the disinterest in that pairing isn’t about race, because there are a whole bunch of ships from S1 between white women who’d never even met each other in canon that have more romantic fics than M’gann/anyone.

And the nonsense about Floriana, which I’ll remind everyone again was started by a white girl, had a demonstrable chilling effect on interest in Sanvers as a pairing. Like. I can actually show that on paper. And you’re absolutely right with what you said above, which bears repeating: Maggie is absolutely treated like a woc in how parts of fandom aggressively ignore her & find ways to demonize her character.

There’s also a treatment of Floriana herself that reminds me uncomfortably of how people went out of their way to demonize Naya Rivera’s personal life whenever she reminded the world she was black instead of just “very tan.” And a lot of the rhetoric people are using to talk about Floriana’s racial heritage is almost verbatim the same as what you’ll find on white supremacist discussion boards about Italian people. I’d love to think this is an accident, but I’ve made some people pretty angry for pointing this out in the past, so I suspect it’s at least partially deliberate.

Lucy was another case that drove me insane, for two reasons:

  1. The vast majority of femslash fans flat-out ignored her as a romantic choice even though there were a whole lot of good reasons to ship her with either Kara or Alex, and a whole lot less negative reasons not to. (And it’s not like Supercat was already dominating the scene before Lucy’s character was introduced. That ship only became popular after the movie Carol came out during the winter hiatus of S1.)
  2. People had the same fight last year about whether or not Lucy counted as a WOC and ultimately insisted that the answer was no. But then people kept on ignoring her anyway like somehow dubiously legal boss/employee relationships, potential treason, and incest were more logical bases for attraction.

Also, to the people who have been like “oh yay we could’ve had Dichen as Maggie, a real WOC” like somehow this would have made the fandom love her more – you’re full of shit. If you mean that, why has there been so little fic about Dichen as Roulette? Like, last year there were a whole bunch of shipfics featuring Livewire. There was Kara/Siobhan. And yet … no dark scenarios of Supergirl/Roulette? No Alex ones? There were even a bucketload of those for each Danvers sister + Max Lord, and this fandom isn’t even that into dudes. You’re telling me no one is interested in this kind of hero/villain dynamic with the Asian chick and somehow that’s not also about race?

tl;dr I suspect that a decent chunk of this problem is the result of subconscious bias, but some of it’s not. And what’s really sad about it is that, for all the talk on Tumblr about representation being important, we’re really doing no better as media producers than Hollywood when it comes to race. If anything, we might actually be doing worse.

it was never Icarus’ intention
                 to make a myth of himself -

let the boy fly

let him leave footprints of a boy who
               held his breath and
                                             loved a god

let him make a home in the
                                             s u n.

—  still the wings refuse to stretch further | b.s.h
Leave Her Alone Pt. 2 (Draco x Reader)

Originally posted by roguejulian

Part 2 to Leave Her Alone!  A lot of you wanted a part two so I delivered

I feel like this is trash

And I have not edited this yet so it might actually be trash

F/B: Favorite book

F/C: Favorite color


As Saturday got closer, you became more and more excited.

Draco Malfoy!  You thought.  Asked me out on a date!

You’d maybe been on one or two dates before, and it didn’t end up going anywhere.  You liked Draco.

A lot.

And now you were about to go on a date with him.  You wanted to try and get to know him better, and he wanted to do the same with you.  Whenever you passed him in a corridor, he would grin at you and wave, you responding with a shy smile.  Hey, better than nothing.

When Saturday finally arrived, you stood out on the path to Hogsmeade; wrapped in a F/C coat and your house scarf.m  Snowflakes drizzled down onto your hair as you bounced back and forth on your heels, boots crunching in the snow.  You shivered from the crisp cold and sighed, your breath visible in the air.

You turned around when you heard footsteps coming up from behind you.  There was Draco, clad in black and his Slytherin scarf wrapped around his neck.  “Hello, Y/N,” he said, approaching you.  “Shall we get going?” he held out his arm for you and you linked your arm in his.

“We shall,” you replied in a joking manner.

Draco smiled and you both began walking towards Hogsmeade.  At one point you slipped on a patch of ice, but luckily Draco was there to catch you.

“Th-thanks,” you said, still a bit shocked from nearly crashing onto the ground.

“You’re welcome, love.”

Holy shit did he just call me love?  You thought, heart racing.

You both talked nonsense about Hogwarts and your classes as you made your way to the Three Broomsticks where you each bought a butterbeer and then sat down at a table near the fireplace.

Draco took a sip of his butterbeer.  “So, Y/N.  I always see you carrying around a stack of books that aren’t for school or from the library.  What exactly are there?” he asked, genuinely intrigued.

You raised your eyebrows at this.  “Oh–uh–they’re… they’re books from the muggle world.  I’ve grown rather fond of them, really.  They speak of wizards and magic as if they’re nothing more than a child’s fantasies.”

“What are some of your favorites?”

“Well… F/B. F/B, and F/B I’ve grown attached to.”

“Would you mind letting me borrow some of them one day?”  

That shocked you.  Now, normally you wouldn’t let anyone touch your prized books.  But someone was actually interested in them for once.  And that person just happened to be Draco.  “Uh… sure.  Yes, of course you can.”

He smiled.  “Thanks.”

It was your turn to ask a question.  “So, Draco.  Do you have a favorite musical instrument?”

“The violin, I suppose.  I’ve always liked the elegant sound.”

You nodded.  “My mother used to play the violin when I was a child.  She still does.”

“I’d love to hear her play sometime,” Draco replied.

“And she’d love to meet you sometime,” you said out of nowhere, covering your mouth with your hand as soon as you realized what you had said.

Draco chuckled.  “Don’t worry, Y/N.  I think that was cute.”

You blushed and turned your glance to your feet.  “I’m kind of bad with conversation…”

He gently lay his hand over yours on the table; making you look back up.  “So am I.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you joked.

He shrugged and laughed.  “I guess.  Aren’t I sweet?”

“Yes, you are.”

“Fantastic.  Should we start heading back to Hogwarts?” He suggested.

 “Probably,” you answered.  You stood up from your seats and made your way to the front door, him holding the door for you.  “Ah, such a gentleman.”

He smirked.  “M’lady,” he said as you stepped out of the Three Broomsticks.

Draco took your gloved hand in his and began walking with you, leaving two pairs of footprints behind.  

As you made your way back to Hogwarts, Draco removed his hand from yours and placed it around your shoulder.  When he did that, you brought up a hand to hold his hand where it was around your shoulder, leaning into him.  

When you got back to Hogwarts, you were about to go back to your house common room, when Draco grabbed your hand.  You turned around.

“I had fun.  Really.  Thank you for coming with me,” Draco said earnestly.

You smiled.  “So did I.”  You then made a bold move, and quickly leaned in to place a quick kiss on Draco’s lips.  He just stood there with a bit of a surprised look.  You blushed immensely.  “I-I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done th–”

Draco cut you off by leaning in again and kissing you.  This time harder, more

Passionate.  Draco wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to him so that your chests were touching.  You ran your fingers through his hair as his tongue slid over your lip.  Suddenly, Professor McGonagall popped her head out of a tower window.  “No public displays of affection on school grounds!”

You and Draco pulled away and looked up at her, smiling.  McGonagall shook her head and went back into the tower.  You and Draco turned back to each other.

“Care to go somewhere more private?” Draco smirked.

“I’d love to.”

Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

The Accurate Predictions of Henriette d'Encausse

The prophecies of Nostradamus are inexplicably popular, they seem to predict events only in retrospect when they’re interpreted after major events to have been about what happened. In reality his writings were mostly vague poetry that could be applied to anything. The same is not true of the very specific predictions of his wife, Henriette d'Encausse, who was ignored by history in favor of her husband, the notion of a female prophet being unacceptable to most contemporary scholars. Here are just a few of her predictions:

  • A man shall walk upon the moon and upon it leave his footprints.
  • Plays shall be performed as symphonies of light upon a flat silver skin.
  • It is the merchants and their companies that shall rule the world after kings have fallen, their greed shall eclipse even the royalties.
  • There shall be an encyclopedia after the millennium with more than five million articles, which takes up not a single volume of paper.
  • The plague shall become a distant memory, as shall the great pox, owing to the application of hollow needles to the flesh of the population.
  • The cannabis plant shall be burned at ceremonies and within the homes of the population, and it shall calm them though it be prohibited by their rulers, and contaminate their clothing and hair with a great stink.
  • The orange man shall lead his country astray, and invoke upon it the ire of the rest of the world.

All these prophecies have according to some researches been fulfilled, but of even more interest are her unfulfilled prophecies:

  • Man shall too walk upon Mars, and upon Venus and Mercury, and upon Mercury shall he find the bones of those seven-legged men who died long ago.
  • A great comet shall fall upon the Earth, but it shall kill none, for it shall be made of spun sugar and milk.
  • Transformers 5 will win the best picture Oscar.

Truly, a woman ahead of her time.

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“No one said this would ever be easy, my love! But I will be by your side when the impossible rises up. We will travel this life well-worn, No matter the cost, no matter how long. We will leave our footprints behind, And carry on.” -Olivia Holt “Carry On”

Play With Fire

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: OFC x Thomas

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 11,023 

A/N: So this is my first Thomas fic and it’s really fucking long lol. This takes place in The Scorch and none of it is canon, I just thought it would make for a good story. I could have split it but I said fuck it and just left it as one long story. So I hope y’all enjoy it because it took me a while to get this done. Also, instead of Googling names for different explosive devices, because I’m paranoid lol, I just made up a name so that would be the name in Bold.  


Names. They give everyone their identity. Your name is part of who you are. I don’t have a name. Not one that I remember anyway. I was known as Subject 2184, according to WICKED. I have no memory of who I was before they got their hands on me. I spent most of my life locked in the facility.

Until he showed up.

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