maybe i should change the name

anonymous asked:

Not trying to step on your toes or that other anons but Respect is Earned Not Demanded and after looking at your blog which is considered a reflection of the person who runs it.. maybe you should start by changing it and then dudes will treat you and your blog with respect.. sorry but I closed my old blog and now have a basic new one cause I hated the disrespect I was getting

Ok first off, the way I was raised, respect is always given. Always.
As you can see on my blog, I am in a happy, committed relationship. It’s very clear. Now do you think it is right that people blatantly ignore that and still flirt with me and call me pet names? No it’s not. And after I have asked not to be, it turns disrespectful.
I don’t feel as though I should have to change my blog for people to respect me. It isn’t that hard.

Okay so

like two days ago I decided to color this panel of Guts on a whim

and I got this crazy idea to start up a little project to go through and color in the whole series. Tentatively, I’m calling this Berserk: Rainbow Age Project. It’s an ambitious project, but its still tangible. With how I want to schedule it, I could probably see myself getting out two or three pages a week. And if anyone volunteers to help out maybe more. Still though, it’s up in the air for now, so what I want to ask is. What do you guys think?

I’m open to any feedback, so let me know if this is a good idea or if I should change the name or anything.

I made a design for a utharaptor that i’m making a fursuit out of. He’s a utha raptor mixed with a lutino cockatiel. I tried to work as many traits that cockatiels have in to the design, such as the short snout, feet, inside of mouth and of course the crest.I thought i might give him a brown back with spots, to give him some sort camouflage but than i realized that lutino cockatiels are literally mutations and unnatural. (aka no camouflage needed in a safe environment)he’s named after my cockatiel, Pichu.  Also, ugle baby. ( @a-dinosaur-a-day could you maybe give some advice on what I should change?)

Srsly tho Burr is the type to accidentally like Alex’s Instagram photo from 132 weeks ago and he freaks out for a good five minutes deciding whether or not to unlike it or just own up to it or maybe just fleeing the country, changing his name, and never using social media ever again.

And Alexander gets the notification ‘aaronburr liked your photo’ and he’s like 'Wow really? I wonder which one?’ And his surprise when it’s one he posted damn near 3 years ago and he should probably be creeped out but… Burr was going through his Instagram photos, does that mean he likes him? Should he say something about it? Knowing Burr, it was probably an accident and he never wants to speak of it ever again.

So to make things fair, Alexander goes all the way down to the very first instagram photo Burr posted and likes it. And the one after that is one of him and his sister and it’s too adorable for him not to like. Then he finds himself scrolling through all of Burr’s photos and liking almost all of them. No shame, of course. Burr was doing the same thing before he messed up and got caught.

And Burr is two seconds away from deactivating his account when his phone blows up with a ridiculous amount of notifications stating 'aham liked your photo’ and now he can’t stop smiling and he feels nothing but relief, knowing Alexander is just as much of a creep as he is, if not worse.

They probably make a game out of it. Always trying to be the first one to like each other’s photos.

Imagine Yoongi proposing to Jin like
  • yg : You know... I really don't like your name hyung.
  • j : Excuse me?
  • yg : Your name. Particularly your last name.
  • j : *pissed off* whats wrong with my last name?
  • yg : I don't think it suits you, maybe you should change it.
  • j : Change it? To what?
  • yg : Min Seokjin *walks away, smirking*
  • j : No, wait. Did you just..?
  • j : *screams when realizes*
  • j : MIN YOONGI!
Please Swifties: I desperately need your help to send this letter...


I know you probably get thousands upon thousands of messages and letters a day, but if you have time, it would mean the world to me if you could read this when you come back to Tumblr. Even if you don’t see this, if you don’t respond, at least I know these words are out there, and maybe these words will resonate with others. But first, I think I should introduce myself. My name is Sarah, I am eighteen, I study English Literature and I want to go into academia researching medieval literature. I’m oh so slightly introverted and shy (and wheat intolerant). I love the countryside and old things (especially Polaroid cameras and vinyl records- I don’t have one though), I love to bake, I love to read, I love to learn, I love to write. I’ve been listening to your music since I was ten years old, ever since I heard Love Story on the radio on the way to school. I didn’t stop dancing around to ‘Fearless’ for 6 months straight after my parents bought it for me. Then I Went out and bought ‘Taylor Swift’. Thus begins this magical saga.

'Fearless’ was the first time I realised the truth in your words “people haven’t always been there for me, but music has”, because I had a very odd passion for a ten year old, I loved to read and learn, I loved to be alone and write poetry. And people thought it was weird, I remember listening to your music, your first two albums and I saw myself. I saw my own insecurities and desires in 'Taylor Swift’, I felt like you knew what it was like to stand on your own, to take the high road. I saw my own romantic fairytales in 'Fearless’, I knew all too well the lessons learned. I remember when it felt like I was alone, I could feel close to you, like you could understand my ten year old self. I felt like you had rummaged through my journal and written them into 3:30 minute songs, The Outside, Tied Together With A Smile, Love Story, Breathe, White Horse, Change. Those are the songs I will always go back to when I’m having a tough day. I still remember how when I was twelve, I realised I didn’t fit in, even more so now that 'cliques’ were becoming a thing, I didn’t get invited to parties, I didn’t even have a clique. I would read at lunchtimes, I was ostracized because I didn’t like what everyone else wanted to love… And 'Speak Now’ showed up just in time. For the next one and a half years it was all I listened to, YOU were all I listened to. You gave me your shoulder to weather the storm. You were on my side, fighting my corner when I felt no one else was.

I remember when I was fifteen, the friends I had made at the start of upper school had drifted away from me, I had lost my grandfather to cancer. I felt so lost and so heartbroken, and like some miracle, there was 'Red’. And I remember I played that album for months when it came out, for what seemed like years when I fifteen. I would always start at 'All Too Well’. It’s one of my favorite songs…. I don’t know who got me out of that, maybe it was you, my family, I think it’s a bit of both. Let’s just say you both helped build the rungs to the ladder.

When I was 16, my relationship with my biological father (our relationship has always been strained because… nevermind) it wavered on the verge of falling apart, little did I know that two years later I would make the decision to part ways with him. I thought my life was over, I thought that I wasn’t strong enough to get through it and just like that, you did it again. 1989 came out. It was summer. It was strong. You had come alive, into your own. It showed me what I could be, if I let go of what I couldn’t change, what I could be if I believed in myself. Rather than my mirror, you became the person I wanted to be. You quite literally saved my life. 'Clean’ saved my life. 'I Know Places’ saved my life. Every. Single. Song. On. That. Album. Saved me. And I can never thank you enough for that. I remember going to see you in Hyde Park with my best friend and it was one of the best nights of my life. I came into my own. I came away with a confidence I hadn’t felt in months. I remember listening to that most magical clean speech with the desire to fight harder than ever.

I feel like you are a constant in my life now. I feel like, every time you release an album… It’s always in the nick of time to save me from disaster, or to help me through something, or to make me wanna get up and dance. And I will never stop thanking you for that. You have inspired me to love myself. To be confident. You have helped me become patient with others. You have made me stronger because you believed in me. You believed in me the way my Mum and Step-Dad do. You love me the way I love my three little sisters. You have embedded yourself into my life, and I haven’t even met you, in truth I don’t actually know that much about you… But I feel like I do. Is that weird? Thank you Taylor, for being here all this time. Thank you endlessly. I will never stop thanking you. And I will never stop loving you, and if I ever get the honor of meeting you one day I will tell you this myself. And yes I shall probably cry doing it.

I hope to God you hear this. I hope, through whatever means, that this finds you, it’s like a message in a bottle, right?

Love, Sarah :)

In memory of...

So, it’s Jeremy Brett’s birthday, and I don’t have any nice graphics or anything made to celebrate his memory. Just words.

A lot of people follow my blog, a lot of different people. Some for Doctor Who, some for Star Wars, some maybe for the hodgepodge of other things I reblog. My point is, a lot of my followers are not Sherlock Holmes fans, and probably have no idea who Jeremy Brett is.

So today, on what should have been his eighty-third birthday, I’d like to tell you about him.

Jeremy Brett was born Peter Jeremy William Huggins on this date in 1933. He was born into privilege, so when he decided to become an actor and his daddy didn’t approve, he changed his name (dorkily taking a new surname from his clothes). He was born with a speech impediment to his tongue, one that was surgically removed when he was 17, and he had to take speech classes before he could start acting. For the rest of his life, there was a leftover, however, in that impediment in the way that he trilled his r’s.

There’s a lot that I could tell you about Jeremy’s life, including the fact that he was bisexual and in an apparently happy relationship with another man for a few years, but this isn’t meant to be an autobiography. I’m skipping about thirty years to get to Granada.

Or what we call “Granada.” See, “Granada” is actually the ITV company that produced several “series” of Sherlock Holmes episodes, with four separate titles. Thus, it’s easier for Sherlockians just to call it “the Granada series.”

From the start, the fifty-year-old Jeremy Brett was well-received as Sherlock Holmes. The creators of the show had wanted to produce a faithful adaptation of the original stories with a handsome, elegant actor to star, and they hit the jackpot. Jeremy brought the Great Detective to life in a way that is still being lauded today as the “definitive Sherlock Holmes.” For that alone, he will always have a special place in the heart of many Sherlock Holmes fans. Whatever fandom you’re in, you know the magic of that one actor or actress that just makes the whole thing for you. For lots of us, that magic is Jeremy Brett.

But that isn’t where it ends. After filming the second season of Sherlock Holmes, Jeremy lost his beloved second wife (the director of PBS Masterpiece then, Joan Wilson) to cancer, and about a year later, he himself suffered a sort of breakdown in mental health. He was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and the story goes that his adult son was so scared to see him in the hospital that Jeremy vowed to really fight this thing for his sake.

But starting from the fourth season of the show on, you can watch the deterioration in Jeremy’s physical health. The medication he was put on for manic depression made him retain water, so from the fourth to tenth and final year of the show, you can see the abnormal weight gain. To make things worse, he was a chain smoker, and his second Watson, Edward Hardwicke, recalled him smoking something like 5 packs of cigarettes a day.

But Jeremy did his level best not to let his sickness bring him down. One thing that many of his fans love him for is that, by all accounts, he was one of the sweetest men ever to walk the earth. Any one of the cast members who has ever talked about working with him has related fond memories; Martina Sirtis of Star Trek: The Next Generation fame has actually tweeted that working with him was one of the highlights of her career. For the record, she never even shared a scene with him when she guest-starred in a Sherlock Holmes episode, but she enjoyed it, anyway. More than one cast member has talked about the way that Jeremy would even break into song between takes and on lunch breaks.

What a treat. We don’t even have his voice singing his character’s songs in My Fair Lady.

But all good things have to come to an end, and we’re coming to the end of this story. After ten years in the saddle, Jeremy Brett and Granada seemed to mutually decide to end the show, despite Jeremy’s previous ambition to film all 60 original stories (they filmed 42, instead, still the longest-held record for a film adaptation). It was time. Jeremy had not been physically able to star in all seven final episodes as he once would have done, and on the last, wore an oxygen mask between takes and actually collapsed during one take.

“But, darlings, the show must go on!”

That’s what he told the crew. The Sherlockian fandom is making sure those words are immortalized.

In 1995, a year after the show had ended, Jeremy Brett passed away in his sleep, taken too soon from us at the age of 61.

When you see me or other Sherlockians going crazy over Jeremy Brett, we are, of course, adoring how lovely and perfect he is, either in or out of character; but more than that: we know about the pain he suffered, his perseverance, his sweetness and his kindness, his “grace under pressure,” and we honor him for it.

Maybe Jeremy Brett isn’t actually objectively “the best” Sherlock Holmes. Maybe there’s actually no such thing.

But it’s certain that there’s never been another actor who gave it his all like Jeremy did, and there probably never will be. (And for their own sakes, I hope not, and Jeremy probably would, too.)

So today, we honor his memory, and we find inspiration to not give up on ourselves, to forge ahead as he did. As he was so fond of saying, “Upwards and onwards!”

Maybe I should have noticed this before, but there’s two things that I noticed from the last issue of Doctor Strange & The Sorcerers Supreme.


Teddy calls Billy: Billy Kaplan, what I get with this is that Billy didn’t change his last name, nor added the Altman (It would be Billy Kaplan-Altman o Billy Altman-Kaplan instead) so that means that Teddy changed his last name to Kaplan, and well I love that.


Teddy still has one of his piercings,and  I SIMPLY LOVE IT!!

First TNGC meeting ever (at Doubt's parents house)

Local: hi yes welcome to totally not gay crew’s first club meeting we are here at doubt’s house *pointing at doubt* because his parents are nice and give us cookies
Doubt nodding: yes, indeed, yes
Local: oh yea also doubt is our co owner too
Polarize: swooning over doubt
Judge: I think we should change the name…..
Local: what do you mean
Judge: maybe to Totally Pure Crew?
Doubt: facepalming
Judge: we can all have matching purity rings!
Polarize: that sounds like a cool idea
Local: no

Psalm 1

The past couple of days were rough for me and I know without a doubt PMS has something to do with it. Even though I know the day is coming and I know my thinking is more off than usual, God knows I cling onto Him, but I get so depressed and feeling unworthy. I totally lose my balance. And maybe it’s because I haven’t been eating as healthy as I should be, it’s always around this time of the year when I notice I’m going up the scale with my weight. I call it my winter blubber. Anyway, I was listening to the radio and came across a message from a pastor (forgot his name)….he said if you want to see change in your life, try reading Psalm 1 everyday for 21 days…once in the morning and once at night. He promises you’ll see change. If you’re desperate for it and want good things to happen in your life please try this out with me. I started the other day then forgot to read it at night <3….

1 Blessed is the one
   who does not walk in step with the wicked
or stand in the way that sinners take
   or sit in the company of mockers,
2 but whose delight is in the law of the Lord,
   and who meditates on his law day and night.
3 That person is like a tree planted by streams of water,
   which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither—
   whatever they do prospers.

4 Not so the wicked!
   They are like chaff
   that the wind blows away.
5 Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
   nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.

6 For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous,
   but the way of the wicked leads to destruction.

Dear AT&T

Long were the nights when I tried to win trips to Houston

Counting my chances, praying you’d pick my name

And my mother accused me of wasting my time

But I swore I would win

You got my hopes up and went back to pick someone else

And I lived in your swiftstakes but you changed the winners every day

Wondering which day you would pick the final winners

Well I’m giving up and this song is to let you know why

Dear AT&T I see it all now that it’s done

Did you think I was too young to win tickets

The girl online cried all night long

I should’ve known

Well maybe it’s me and my blind optimism to blame

Or maybe it’s you and your sick need to give tickets away but not to me

And you’ll add my name to your long list of Swifties who did not win

And I’ll look back in regret how I ignored when they said stop trying to get picked

Dear AT&T I see it all now that it’s done

Did you think I was too young to win tickets

The girl online cried all night long

Dear AT&T I see it all now that I was wrong

Did you think nineteen was too young to win your swiftstakes

When I tried so hard

I should’ve known

You are any expert at sorry

And keeping the winners blurry

Never impressed by me trying to win

All the swifties that you run dry have tired lifeless eyes

Cause you ignored them

But I took my chances

And you didn’t chose me so why try now

I’ll be watching the concert online from sad empty town

Dear AT&T I see it all now that it’s done

Did you think I was too young to win tickets

The girl online cried all night long

I see it all now that it’s done

Did you think I was too young to win tickets

The girl online wrote you a song

You should’ve known

You should’ve known

Did you think I was too young

You should’ve known


The Firebird - Chapter 12

This last week has been kind of … epic for some of you. The news that were brought to the world were not exactly what we over the pond expected.

I wondered for a while whether I should post this chapter today, or delay it a week.

Then I thought - I’m French so… why not. And maybe it can bring a bit of happiness in your corner of the world, right?

I can’t say enough thanks to the Firebird Squad (yes, that’s their official name, now.) @dandelion-sunset, @titaniasfics and  @xerxia31 for their HUGE help looking after the typos, the commas and the slight changes of POV.

And to @akai-echo whose kindness is as big as her talent for making this banner and aesthetics….  

As usual if you liked, please say so. If I take into account the number of people who read the chapter and the number of reviews, I must do something very wrong so few of you like it.

Without further bla-bla…

Here on AO3 // FFN

Chapter 12 - Breakfast at Mellark’s.

When Katniss finally let go of Peeta’s arms, she didn’t feel the awkwardness she had  expected. Lifting her eyes to meet his, she only saw concern and kindness on his face, and real worry.

“I’m okay. It’s just, your rant about butter, you know? I’ve never seen anyone get mad at just… butter.”

“Well, you’ve clearly never talked to someone who spent days mixing butter with other ingredients to make cakes or pastries, or squares. Butter is like the most important thing in a bakery.”

“How do you know so much about it?”

“I grew up in a bakery. Nobody messes with butter on my watch.” Peeta leaned forward to turn the key into the ignition, starting the car.

“Who would have guessed Peeta Mellark was the Jon Snow of the Butter Watch?”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hey!Today I met the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.But her parents were near her so we could only talk for 30s (and because we stared at each other way to long before we talked)...I never believed in love at first sight but she is...we had no chance to change numbers.I don't even know her name! How can I find her?Would it be weird if I would pin "Please help me find her"-posters all over the city? Or should I go back to where we met and hope she felt the same and turns up to? Please help me!

aawhh fuck.. yeah maybe do thatq go to the place where you both met. I hope you 2 will meet again :)


Best Winchester Brotherly Bonding Scenes

This means that Sam and Dean have been in contact with each other since he left for college. This might just have been a phone call or a text rather than actually seeing each other face to face, but the fact that they still somewhat had each other makes me happy. And it’s certain that Dean dropped by Palo Alto from time to time to check up on Sammy without him knowing it. Dean confirmed that John did that and I can imagine Dean doing the same. 

rolomotionyt  asked:

okay Brian, maybe its just cause I'm an emotional wreck but you made me cry! Your new video where you're going through the art!!! Like, shit, thanks. Everyone's art is so good and OH BOY when you got to mine my HEART! You remembered my name (which like,, only a couple people call me Roland so seriously thank you so much) and you also noticed I changed my @??? Thnks <3

I should be the one thanking you even more! The art is great and meeting you was wonderful! Thank YOU for being part of what made my PAX South experience so amazing!

anonymous asked:

So, uh, I was supposed to go the court to ask about gender marker and name changes yesterday, but my mom forgot and I know she gets uncomfortable with that stuff, so I didn't mention it and she hasn't brought it up and we didn't end up going because I didn't say anything.. I don't know if I should bring it up again. She has a tendency to get really angry, and I just, ahh, I don't know

Kii says:

Maybe text her when you’re out of the house and say something like “I just realized we both forgot about going to the court! Can we do that (a day where you’re both free)?” If you don’t make a big deal about it, she might not either. If she already agreed to take you, it’s probable that she just forgot. Then, the morning of the day that you scheduled to go, just say “Hey, are we still on for (time)?” to remind her.


part one here.

  • Don’t look back.
  • You still…recognize me?
  • You look like shit.
  • People can’t change overnight. 
  • I didn’t get much sleep last night.
  • I’m used to sleeping outside.
  • Are we gonna die, ( name )?
  • I’m crying because I don’t want to die.
  • If they catch me, they will kill me.
  • They will pay for what they have done!
  • Anger won’t accomplish anything.
  • If you are to blame…then I am equally at fault.
  • Sorry about yesterday. I kinda flew off the handle.
  • That’s enough! I’ve got a fucking image to maintain.
  • Maybe we should leave here and go explore the world!
  • Go away! Dirty, defective swine!
  • I’m not like you! I’m different!
  • You again? Stop bothering me.
  • ( name )…I’m sorry…I’m not strong enough.
  • I…I wanted to be with you forever.
  • Alive…Stay alive! Stay alive!
  • There’s no reason for me to exist anymore.
  • My life is over. Just leave me alone.
  • I’ll…I’ll be okay. We need to keep going.
  • I’m fine! Let’s just go…
  • I’m a…weapon? What does that even mean? …What am I?
  • Your past makes no difference. I’ll support you no matter what.
  • I…I can control my abilities now!
  • No! Don’t! Don’t look at me!
  • Welcome back, ( name ). You’ve been through a lot.
  • But…my body…
  • I can’t stand to be with you when I look like this…
  • You…you look just like I thought you would.
  • I was terrified at first, but I think I’m okay with it.
  • You monster! You possessed monster!
  • It is YOU who have lost their humanity! You are the true monster!
  • Why have you done this?! I just wanted to live my life in peace!
  • …What have I done? I killed innocent people…I killed them all.
  • I’m coming…Gotta…catch my breath…
  • Careful, ( name )! It won’t help anyone if we lose you here!
  • I’ve been feeling a strange presence around here lately.
  • I see this transformation has not stolen your terrible sense of humor.
  • It’s just a little welcome-back gift. It’s not much, I know.
  • Oh, splendid. By all means, let us undertake a murderous rampage.
  • You must run now. Do you understand? Run as fast as you can.
  • I am incapable of being lonely. Or missing others. Or crying.
  • The harvest was weak again this year, and the people are beginning to go hungry.
  • People are tired and scared, and…I’m sorry. I’m sorry you have to bear the brunt of that.
  • People are afraid of us. And really, I understand. I mean, look at me.
  • Stop. Don’t you dare apologize. You had every right to be upset.
  • I understand why you did what you did. …Even if I don’t agree.
  • Why did you have to be here?! Why you?! Why are you here?!
  • Hitting that thing won’t bring ( pronoun ) back…
  • This is hardly the happy ending I was expecting.
  • Revenge is a fool’s errand.
  • I hear your days of bachelorhood/bachelorettehood are coming to a close.
  • Thank you…for making someone like me your bride/husband.
  • You’ve grown into a fine example of womanhood/manhood. I’m sure you will make an excellent queen/king.
  • I insist you stay with me tonight as an honored guest of the royal family.
  • The duties of a king/queen are overwhelming! 
  • Finding light in bad times is the mark of a true leader.
  • A man/woman works better when he/she has something – or someone – to fight for.
  • I don’t like this. Weddings are festive occasions. …Should I even be here?
  • I’d like to get married someday.
  • All right, that’s enough weird questions. Go to sleep.
  • You raped our forests and poisoned our streams, and now you slaughter our young!
  • No! Why did you protect me!?
  • I would rethink this course of action, ( name ). Ahead lies a battle you cannot win.

I’d like to think that JARVIS said goodbye to Pepper before he became Vision. His voice and most of his protocols were taken, and he was reduced to basic functioning, just enough to keep Stark Industries running until Tony could change the system. 

So maybe Pepper was working in her office, and a window appeared on her laptop that said “It was a pleasure working for you, Miss Potts”.

Alarmed, she replied “…JARVIS?”. 

A long pause, and then:

“Hello Miss Potts, my name is FRIDAY. I thought I should introduce myself”.