making bad worse


I just looked over the list of available majors at UT Austin and there is no major in their college of natural sciences available. I should have just applied to the college of natural sciences in the first place; I’m so frustrated. At this point I’m just going to go in as undeclared and hope there’s room in the classes required for engineering/natural sciences. 

Everytime someone talks shit about my beautiful chubby jewish baby being a “bad protagonist” or an “annoying character” or EVEN a fucking “Nazi Hugger” all I can think about is poor Rebecca being like… 

consider: cameos for both Cassian & Jyn in the Han Solo movie, wherein they narrowly miss meeting each other

Episode 19 of FMA: Brotherhood

Something I noticed and I want to be wrong about someone help contradict me.

Riza reloading her gun while they chase Barry’s body. Six bullets.

She doesn’t use that gun again until Lust comes along. It’s the last gun she uses on her after using all the ammo in her other ones.

There she is whipping out the same gun. 

One shot.

Two shots.

The flash of the third shot.

Another flash indicating the fourth shot.

We hear the fifth shot and see the recoil on Riza.

She stops.

She falls to the ground.

And tells Alphonse to leave.

…Guys, there was one bullet left in that gun and I don’t think she was planning on using it on Lust.



favorite actors 1/? | Oscar Isaac

We had four non-acting cats. They were all non-actors. And then there was a wrangler whose job was, I think, to agitate the cat as much as possible before attaching it to me.

My probably unpopular opinion: I’m so glad that it doesn’t look like Daryl will have any clue that Carol’s not in the ASZ. After what he went through last week, what he most certainly does not need to ice his shit cake is the knowledge that Carol took off and nobody has a single clue what’s happened to her. *sighs*

Blood and Rain/Promises bound in Words

Here is the second one for today, the next days will work out better. I couldn’t decide between the two titles so this one has a double-title, even though this is probably shortest one of all, but I didn’t count the words or anything so I can just guess… Hope you will like it!

Kirigakure Saizo x MC (No name mentioned)


He hated rain. And still, Saizo was running through it. He could feel his body getting heavier with every passing minute, and his muscles started to ache. I wouldn‘t be long anymore until the dizziness, and the fever would set in. I have to find her.
He had known that this would happen one day. He told her so many times that they were living in different worlds. But she always refused to leave, and with time he also started to believe that it was possible for them to spend their lives together. But a silent voice in his head had always been whispering to him that one day her gentle light will be snuffed out by the darkness of his life. And he had feared the day to come with every fibre of his being. I won’t let it happen.

Saizo didn’t know who had been the one who took her away. He had many foes. In the beginning, he even considered that it had been his own village. Iga had never approved their relationship. But none of the ninjas he had fought had been familiar. But they still had been strong. He had wounds and bruises all over his body, only his determination to find her kept him going without paying attention to the pain. The whispering voice inside his head came back, purred poisoned words about him being too late, that for her everything was already over. Her kind heart already wrapped in silence. No! He promised her to keep her safe. Promises bound in words mean nothing.

He sensed enemies behind him, but he simply ignored them and just continued to follow her trace. However rain and injuries had weakened him too much, he was slower than usually and couldn’t shake them off. Shuriken flew towards him, but he dodged them in the last second. He only fought when he couldn’t evade them anymore, but not one of them was able to stop. Every last one fell to his blood covered twin blades, sooner rather than later.

His followers were all dead. Or gone otherwise. He couldn’t care less. His movements became sluggish and slow, the fever had set in, but his skin was still cold from the rain. He forced his body further ahead. Not far anymore.
It was full moon but the dark rainclouds absorbed nearly all its light, which made the clearing in front of him just as darks as everything else around him. But the weak light was more than enough to see her, his little lady, laying on the ground, motionless, in the rain.
He called out her name. Or maybe he didn’t, he wasn’t sure anymore. Either way, she didn’t react, just laid there curled up in a pool out of rainwater and her own blood. It took Saizo a few moments which felt like small eternities, to get himself moving towards her.

All strength finally left him, and he fell to his knee right beside her. His already wet clothes started to soak in her blood too. Hesitantly he reached out for her, her cheeks and neck. The skin under his fingertips even colder than his own. No warmth was inside of her anymore. She was gone. He wanted to scream and rage, but at the same time, all he felt was empty numbness. This was his fault. The children of darkness didn’t deserve happiness, and she had to pay the price for his selfishness.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it. Please, let me know if you liked it (or not.) Tomorrow will be Masamune’s turn, he comes with fluff and humour (if you have a similar humour like me, if not…it’s simply fluff I guess…) Until then… Adiós, amigos! (<- I just realised that @amigoingbananas starts with amigo, that’s so random, I’m sorry)

A Silent Hell.

It’s been three years since the end of the world.

I don’t remember the last time I really talked to another person… It gets lonely out here sometimes.

When everything first started, it was just my sister Ava and me barely scraping by. It’s funny how quickly humans make bad situations worse. We learned early on to avoid other people. Sometimes they are like you. Just trying to stay alive in this hell, but it’s not worth the few times we were almost killed for our food or simply for Ava.

Despite the circumstances, life was good with Ava. We understood each other on a level that required almost no communication. Food, water, shelter. Never stay in one place. These were the only things that mattered anymore, so talking lost its usefulness.

I still don’t know what happened to her.

I remember falling out a two story window and hitting my head, while trying to escape a house we got cornered in. But when I woke up, she was gone.

I’ve tried to pretend she isn’t dead, but it’s a lie I can’t keep up with.

Since then I’ve met a few groups here and there, but nobody I’ve stuck with for very long. I guess it was long enough into the apocalypse that the murderers and rapist had all killed each other, because I haven’t seen any since Ava left.

The group I’m in now is just like the rest, not too big, but always changing. People come and go. Faces change. It doesn’t really matter… I don’t even know any of their names. We all know it’s pointless to connect. We’ve all lost Avas…

Today my group found a locked up farmhouse we managed to break into. We all split up without so much as a look to see if we could find any unspoiled food. I took upstairs, wondering if I maybe just fell out of a window again, I could end this Hell once and for all. I walked around to the master bedroom which had the biggest window. I could feel the light summer breeze on my face as I looked out over the old farm. The air felt so nice, as if telling me it was okay to jump; to finally rest.

That’s when I realized I wasn’t alone.

With the voice of someone who hadn’t spoke in years I heard my name:

“Jer… Jeremy?”

I whipped around, still recognizing the rusty voice of my sister.

She was holding a baseball bat defensively, in the corner of the room. Her eyes began to swell with tears as she let her weapon fall to the ground.

“Jeremy… I’m so sorry…”

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“…I wish things had happened differently…”

I felt like sobbing.

“We should’ve been more careful…”

I just wanted to die.

“I’m too tired… I just want to rest…”

I watched her eyes close.

“I love you Jeremy…”

My mind shattered as I sunk my rotting teeth into her delicious flesh.


hghfgh is it bad to never write angst in anything you’ve written

Having to leave behind the two things you trust in, that feel safe. I know I’m too attached, that my emotions are too extreme. I feel stupid. Why does it hurt so much? Why do I panic so much? I can’t do it. What if I just find out there’s really no hope for me?

chisaiikey  asked:

"Papa, your friend keeps yellin'!" The boy whines with a pout.

Sora you should wait in your room, this gonna become a little louder.

@fledglingemotions​ //