live-while-you-can

About Touka’s choice

I think it’s important to realize that Touka didn’t just choose her baby over Yoriko’s (her best friend’s) survival. 

Because, as a matter of fact she did, she tried to stop Kaneki from going, to save him too. Remember in the last chapter?

And in the new chapter…

Touka is not an idiot. They have talked about it before (ch122), so when she saw what he had hidden under his pillow, she realized that he was thinking about going to rescue Yoriko, which means that he was ready to endanger at least himself (if not some of his followers/their friends) to rescue just one person, probably all the more because this person is important to her. 

That’s why she didn’t say that she saw the paper about Yoriko’s death sentence, rather telling him that she was pregnant. 

Touka learnt her lesson during the Anteiku raid arc…

And she doesn’t even care about this rebellion, because living while you still can is the best she thinks she and others can do in this twisted world. 

To be honest, she’s probably never going to forgive herself for what might happen to Yoriko, however in this chapter, trying to stop Kaneki when he simply can’t save everyone (and when he’s so tired) was the most important to her. So she went against her own wishes and told him about the pregnancy, even though she’s aware it might not be viable. 

This chapter was sad. Even Kaneki’s wedding “proposal” is him basically apologizing and trying his best because he can’t choose. ;_;

Alright kids listen up.

Let’s say your average middle class family goes on vacation abroad once per year for two weeks.

They also get 2 weeks vacation at Christmas time!

And on top of that, they work the typical 5 day week.

That means that if you manage to scrape a cushy middle class life, you are spending 66%

Repeat

66 PERCENT of your ENTIRE WORKING AGE LIFE, waiting and yearning for that other 34%.

Now listen up once again kids:

It is not your purpose to spend 66% of the years that you can comfortably walk, feeding the corporations so that they can continue to fund the lifestyle of somebody else not having to work.

You are not a robot or a cog in the machine, you are an organism who came into existence entirely by chance, and you do NOT get long here, you get one go around, and any chances you miss, any time you waste, it’s wasted permanently.

So please do yourself a favour and find yourself a future you like, yes it may mean alleviating yourself from typical society, it may mean spending another few years training to do something you genuinely enjoy, or it may mean taking a massive financial risk in order to do it, but it is beyond worth it so that you can genuinely enjoy the blink of an eye you get on this disappearing planet.

Health is not Capitalist

Our health should not be part of a free market exchange. Saving money is not equivalent to saving lives.

While you can decide to keep your house a bit cooler to lower your electric bill, you can’t have a little less chemo to save a few thousand dollars. There’s no “hey, maybe just forget the insulin so you can save for a few months of retirement money, skimp on the blood thinners or dialysis and get some pocket change for the movies.”

Healthcare is a non-negotiable part of life. So why do we rely on a system which ebbs and flows based on the number of healthy people who choose to sign up and create a market based on humans as commodities; the federal laws (looking at you, abortion ban HR-7) that cause insurance companies to choose their own financial safety over the people who need medical safety?

Don’t let this government turn us and those less fortunate than those I know reading my inordinately long post into market objects for financial gain. Call, dissent.

As always, continue to support the ACA by calling your reps or Sen. Paul Ryan–(202) 225-3031

Oppose HR7 (which bans all federal funding for abortion services, targeting the underprivileged on Medicaid as well as effectively eliminating ability to get coverage for abortion even if paying your own funds through any ACA/gov program) by calling your reps.

Fate (Bucky x Reader)

Fate

Pairings/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Female), Steve x Peggy makes a brief cameo

Prompt: Soulmate AU where a timer on your wrist counts down until the moment you meet your soulmate, then underneath appears the date and time that you met your soulmate and the initials of your soulmate written in their handwriting.

Summary: It didn’t matter to Bucky that his timer was extremely long, or that it wasn’t on his left wrist like everyone else’s. No, he just lived his life to the fullest as per the words of his father. A soulmate didn’t matter to Bucky. Until it did. Until a big buff Steve rescued him from the HYRDA base and he saw how happy they were together, Steve and his soulmate Peggy. Until he fell off that train and he realized, that he wouldn’t live to see his own soulmate. Then he regained his memories and realized that he didn’t deserve a soulmate. But then he found her.

Word Count: 2286

Warnings: Holy fucking shit I don’t think there’s any swearing in this, well I just swore but that doesn’t count, I don’t think there’s any warnings, maybe some sad Bucky and a bit angsty. If you see anything that you think is a trigger or warning, please let me know.

PLEASE READ THE DISCLAIMERS!

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. Marvel belongs to Disney blah blah legal stuff, don’t sue me I’m poor.

Disclaimer No. 2: I know that a lot of people have written Soulmate AUs about Marvel characters and the timer seems to be the most popular one, this has been sitting in my docs for months on end and I just cleaned it up a bit. But I have read a couple stories about the timer so if you do see anything familiar to something you wrote here chances are that I’ve read your story and somehow remembered little details and wrote them in. If this is the case and you aren’t comfortable with it just message me or send an ask OFF anon and we’ll work it out.

A/N: OMG I’m alive! My first Bucky x Reader fic I’m screaming internally I have my laptop (YAY!) and I’m spending the night at my grandma’s place so I have WiFi (double yay!) and I found this sitting in Docs from like, way back when i don’t even remember and I haven’t written anything soooooo long, so I cleaned it up and I thought why not? Feedback is always welcomed, it’s not a suggestion, it’s a command, you tell me what you think! jk. On with the story!

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

When he’s in fourth grade the word ‘soulmate’ is one of the questions his teacher asks the class if they know the meaning of. Bucky does, but still he copies down the statement written on the board.

Soulmates – People that the universe destined to be together.

There’s a box on the underneath, for him to draw a picture that represents the word. The girl and the boy in front of him try their best to draw pictures of themselves, writing their names underneath, their timers having stopped two weeks after the start of the initial school year when the girl transferred into their class. Bucky draws the best stick figure of himself, holding hands with another mystery figure, a question mark in the place of their head.

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who should you fight: overwatch offense edition

Genji: sure. you could fight genji. you probably won’t win. he’s a fucking cyborg ninja with a sword longer than his torso. he’s also a total sweetheart and hanzo already killed him so you would feel bad. unless you’re a healer main, in which case, kick his ass the second he asks for healing.

McCree: Part of me wants to encourage people to fight him. I’ll fight him. But really, the poor guy just needs a friend. fight him, but then get a drink with him if he doesn’t destroy you. he probably gives good hugs.

Pharah: DO NOT FIGHT PHARAH. You will die. she will rain justice in your entire ass and you will be dead.

Reaper: do it. kick his ass. he’ll probably wreck your shit, but if you throw him into a wall and fight him without his backup you can probably 1v1 him and live for a while. if you can keep a distance you might even win.

Soldier:76: absolutely fight him. Reaper will back you up. stay nimble so he cant shoot you easily. he’s a grumpy old man. confuse him with memes first.

Sombra: you could fight her and win pretty easily. But she’ll own your entire ass later. she will get her revenge when she releases those pictures of you that you want buried forever. choose wisely.

Tracer: why would you want to??? let the lesbian live. she’s too pure to fight. besides, she’d probably kick your ass, and she’d feel bad about it, and then take you for tea after. 

Falsettos Act 2 Sentence Starters

Act 1 Starters

❝ Pretty boys are in demand. ❞
❝ What a world we live in. ❞
❝ It’s about time. ❞
❝ It’s about time to grow up, don’t you think? ❞
❝ When am I gonna get over this? ❞ 
❝ Stop with the prayers. ❞ 
❝ I guess I’ll have to raise this child myself. ❞
❝ It’s the lesbian from next door. ❞
❝ We’ll have one perfect time. ❞
❝ They’re more excited than they should be. ❞
❝ I hate baseball. ❞
❝ What are you doing here? ❞
❝ Just what I wanted at a little league game. ❞
❝ Isn’t that what every mother dreams of having at a little league game? ❞
❝ You’re looking sweeter than a donut. ❞
❝ I want to see the bald spot. ❞
❝ Even maniacs can charm. ❞
❝ RUN! ❞
❝ Would it be possible to see you, or kiss you, or give you a call? ❞
❝ I don’t get it. ❞
❝ Times up. ❞
❝ You always do this. ❞
❝ How was your day? ❞
❝ Give it up, you know I love you. ❞
❝ Isn’t enough I want you every night? ❞
❝ Saving lives, I feel invincible. ❞
❝ Do you know how great my life is? ❞
❝ Yes, I know how great your life is. ❞
❝ Everything will be alright. 
❝ Just give in to bliss. ❞
❝ All I want is you. ❞
❝ Play it raw, don’t play pretty. ❞
❝ I’m a world class traveller. ❞
❝ It’s a celebration. ❞
❝ She just likes the way you dress. ❞
❝ Everyone hates their parents. ❞
❝ You’ll have kids, and they’ll hate you too. ❞
❝ Please see a psychiatrist. ❞
❝ What more can I say? ❞
❝ Something bad is happening. ❞
❝ Go ahead and wound my pride. ❞
❝ I can’t go on anymore. ❞
❝ I’m ready to go. ❞
❝ You seem to be on the way to recovery. ❞
❝ I’m up to my ass in kosher morass. ❞
❝ I’ll make you well. ❞
❝ Gee, you look awful. ❞
❝ It’s days like this I almost believe in God. ❞
❝ I’ll let you win. ❞
❝ We can’t be sure if you’ll ever get better. ❞ 
❝ Just say yes or no. ❞
❝ It’s like nothing ever happened. ❞
❝ Now what do we do? ❞
❝ Who’d believe that we two would end up as lovers? ❞
❝ I haven’t died yet. ❞
❝ I’m staying here in this spot. ❞
❝ I’m not scared. ❞
❝ Hold me till winter. ❞
❝ Did you hear what I said? ❞
❝ Let’s be scared together. ❞
❝ Let’s pretend that nothing is awful. ❞
❝ There’s nothing to fear. ❞
❝ Is it a bad time? ❞
❝ Just stay right here. ❞
❝ I don’t think we’ve ever really spoken. ❞
❝ I don’t know if you exist. ❞
❝ Do this for me? ❞
❝ Let’s get on with living while we can. ❞
❝ You gotta die sometime. ❞
❝ Death is not a friend. ❞
❝ Life sucks. ❞
❝ I would cry if I could. ❞
❝ Death’s a funny pal. ❞
❝ Close your eyes. ❞
❝ Cheers. ❞
❝ I feel more helpless than I have in years. ❞
❝ The wine is very soothing. ❞
❝ I think perhaps I’m overdressed. ❞
❝ How did you turn out so great? ❞
❝ Do you know how proud I am? ❞
❝ What would I do if I had not met you? ❞
❝ Who would I be if you had not been my friend? ❞
❝ How would I know what love is? ❞
❝ I’d do it again. ❞
❝ How am I to face tomorrow? ❞
❝ There are no simple answers. ❞
❝ This is where we take a stand. ❞

Is she saying “Live while you can” or “Leave while you can?” I mean, it might just be a cynical quip, but this is a wedding after all and that’s exactly what you think when you’re standing at the altar, isn’t it? Live or leave.
—  Man in Chair from The Drowsy Chaperone

This is one of the saddest quotes in all of musical theatre, The Man becomes obsessed with this moment of the show when the actress playing the Chaperone utters:

“L-ve while you can.”

A cane falling blocks out the true meaning of the line. The Man in Chair grasps at the idea that Beatrice Stockwell is either saying “leave” or “live”, but only recently have I realized (after playing Man in Chair myself over a year ago) that Dame Stockwell very well might have been saying “Love”.

This, in my opinion, is the most painful subtext in any piece of musical theatre. Even in his musical escape from reality, the dejected, heart-broken, nameless Man cannot fathom (or possibly accept) the idea of love. “Love is not always lovely in the end.”, and for some, it is not even an option.

J. Michael. R.

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Wolfstar: fear

Yay! I hope this isn’t too angsty. I kinda ran away with this and i would’ve gone on longer if i didn’t have self-control. Hope you enjoy.


He looked at Sirius from across the scrubbed table. The Order meeting in full swing, but Remus could not seem to lend his ear to Kingsley’s recent report on the infiltration of Voldemort’s ranks. His mind on the dark haired man he’s known since he was eleven. 

Remus could see the subtle lines in his handsome face that suggested his time at Azkaban had taken a bigger toll than his luminescent smile had led on. Sirius was never one to make those around him fret over his emotional state. He would laugh and carry on with James and Peter, but Remus always knew. 

He could see the way he held his body. The tense set of his shoulders. The fidgety hand gestures, and the ‘just this side’ of too loud his voice would become before a forced joke. Something was wrong. He knew he had to approach with care, or be faced with the dramatics that was the man Sirius Black. It was only a matter of time before his destructive tendencies reared their ugly head.


He knocked on the door twice before he heard the calm command to enter. Remus was not a man afraid of confrontation. He would rather defuse a situation with calm insight and chocolate. But approaching Sirius in a strop was a different game he learned to play well over the years. Subtlety was not the key. 

Sirius had grown up in a house full of Slytherins, where manipulation and power plays were a favored hobby. No. He needed to be transparent. He needed Sirius to see that he did not want to use his vulnerabilities against him. But Remus also knew he needed to be rational where Sirius would be impulsive. He had his work cut out.

“Padfoot?”, Remus called into the dark room. The eerie coos from Buckbeak and the slanted lamplight from the city street creating a morose atmosphere. He could see Sirius’ profile as he perched on a torn chaise. The perfect cameo his face created, although he liked to joke on how years of inbreeding could create such a specimen of a man. He truly was beautiful, but Remus mustn’t get distracted. 

“Is everything alright?” Remus asked when he got no other answer than a grunt.

Sirius turned to him then. His shadowed face casting a haunted mask not seen in full light. He looked so young. So broken. So many unsaid things etched into the frown lines around his mouth. So many unheard pleas. Remus took a step forward but stopped when he saw the delicate jerk of Sirius’ right hand. He would wait. It always paid to wait. Remus should know.

“Moony. I thought you were leaving tonight” Sirius mumbled, turning his head just a fraction towards the window to avoid Remus’ concerned gaze. “No. I decided to stay another night. This mission isn’t a very important one.” Remus replied, never taking his eyes off the man’s silhouette. 

“Well…you know you don’t have to stay cooped up with me all night. Go have fun! I see my cousin is very interested in you. Couldn’t keep her eyes off of you.” Sirius chuckled gruffly. The last word sounding a bit more hollow than Remus would’ve liked. 

He took another step into the room, and then another, letting the door close softly behind him. Not even stopping when he saw Sirius stiffen further. “Sirius. Tell me.” Remus insisted. His calm voice holding none of the patronizing tone Dumbledore’s did when telling Sirius that he must remain at Grimmauld Place. 

Sirius turned and looked at Remus head on. Eyes hard and walls pulled up tight with no crack in the seams. Remus didn’t need to look for a crack though. This was not about breaking. This was about choice. It was always about choice.

With a shove of his hands into his jean pockets, Sirius tilted his head a bit and placed a bitter smile onto his face. “What is there to tell Moony? It’s all out on the table already. You-Know-Who is back. This won’t be like last time. I won’t let it be like last time.” 

He shook his head slowly and turned his back to Remus. “We’re not kids anymore, Remus.” Sirius whispered. “We can’t hold ourselves back again for the sake of wanting something we know we were never meant to have.” Remus could see the indentations in the chaise where Sirius was pressing hard into the fabric with his fingertips. 

“What do you mean, Sirius? You’re not making any sense.”

“What I mean is, It’s time for us to move on, Remus. I’m not the man you used to know. I…I don’t want you to ever regret making the decision to forgive me that night in the shack. I couldn’t bear it.” His voice warbling toward the end.

You couldn’t bear it. Sirius, exactly what are you on about? I’m not the man you once knew either. You’re right. We have grown up. But what does that have to do with moving on?” Remus intoned. He couldn’t understand where any of this was coming from. No, he wasn’t expecting them to pick up where they left off. There were too many things left to unpack, but moving on. It wasn’t an option. At least not for Remus.

“You deserve a life, Moony. Merlin knows you’ve worked so hard all these years. Your life isn’t here with me and a damned…hippogriff. We’re in the middle of a war, Remus. Who’s to say we’ll live this time around? You should-You should be living while you still can. You should be starting a family.” declared Sirius as he looked back at the distant London skyline. 

Remus was dumbstruck by the candid way that Sirius spoke. He could hear his blood pounding in his veins. The bitter taste of rejection making it’s way up his throat… No. He waited too long for this man to have him just decide where and how he was going to spend the remainder of his days. He deserved more dignity than that, and so did Sirius. Remus would not allow it.

“Why?” prodded Remus. “Why now, Sirius? Why wait twelve bloody years to throw it away, again? Don’t you think we’ve earned it? Don’t you think we’ve both done the time?” He could feel the emotions bubble underneath his skin. It sizzled through his fingertips and upward, making his arms feel like he had been struck by lightening. Not again. He would not lose Sirius again to his silly notions of what was for the best. Sirius didn’t get to decide that. Remus was a grown man. 

“Sirius. Do not give me that flimsy excuse. Tell me.”

Remus could tell from the sudden hunch of Sirius’ shoulders that the conversation would soon come to a head. He stood his ground. He would not let the love of his life walk away out of self-pity. Remus and Sirius both had too much to lose. They already lost so many people. They will continue to, but merlin fuck, didn’t Sirius realize that that should be reason enough to see it through?

Sirius barked a low bitter laugh at Remus’ words. His body taut with barely constrained emotion. His hand grasped the chaise until his knuckles were white, while his free hand twitched with every harsh, silent breath he took. He turned toward Remus again, but this time Remus could clearly see the unmasked emotion in his eyes. 

“It’s not an excuse, Remus. This is real life. No more games. We’ve played too many games and we lost. We lost, Remus! We lost everything. I lost everything. It’s not the same.” Sirius pleaded, shaking his head in a sorrowful manner. 

“It’s me, Sirius. What are you so afraid of?” observed Remus. “Sirius.

“EVERYTHING!” bellowed Sirius as he whipped himself into a frenzied pace. “I’m afraid of everything, Remus, don’t you see?! I’m afraid of losing everything again to a fucking madman! I’m afraid that I won’t get to make up for the years I lost! I’m afraid of not knowing if there will be a tomorrow! I’m afraid of losing Harry…I-I’m afraid of losing you.” he broke, finally letting the dam of fear and uncertainty break through his facade. His knees buckled as he wept, Remus grabbing him around the middle before his knees hit the floor.

Remus held on to Sirius as he cried, rocking him and whispering soothing words into his hair. He felt his eyes prickle as the sobs wracked Sirius’ frame. Remus knows fear. He knows it like an old family friend. It’s one of the few constants he’s used to. Fear and love. 

Throughout his life, they’ve warred for domination. Too often he let fear win, when love should’ve prevailed. Especially concerning the man currently in his arms. Too many times he let fear shadow his judgment and had suffered because of it. Fear is inevitable, no matter the circumstances. But this time, he will not lose his life to it. He will not let Sirius throw away their happiness in spite of it. Fear is a constant that will never change. But so is his love for this man.

He’s a wealthy, respectable Alpha who thinks he has everything. He lives a simple life with simple rules; ‘Take what you can, Live while you can.‘ and never give anything back of course.

In the other hand… well… the other is a bit different… His life is far from being simple. He’s a beautiful, feisty Omega who thinks… he’s an Alpha. 

(- Jikook & Yoonseok centered! -)

Rated M

Trigger Warning

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