mixing it up in the world

missbuster  asked:

ART HEIST AU?

HEIST WHEEEEE

  • Peggy is a thief, occasional muscle, and the mastermind behind their plans.
  • Daniel is the gadget guy who has never met a security system or a safe he couldn’t crack.
  • Jack is the femme fatale/pretty face front man, also useful when you need someone beat up.
  • Jarvis is their getaway driver who wonders how in the hell he got mixed up with this group of people, but obviously the reason is …
  • Ana, their cat burglar, who is also a crack shot with her tiny little garter pistol.
  • They are trying to steal a world-renowned work of art from the Stark mansion, if they can only get past his super high-tech security. No one planned for the flock of flamingos, however.
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Where, oh where could Jackaboy be?

                                                              ͝W̸h̕y, ̀o̴h͝ ͜why can̛'t҉ we͟ ́s͘eé?

T̶h̵e ̵bo̡y,̕ t͜h̶e̡ c͟hild,̕ he͝ ́c̴a̷m͝e̶ b̶àc̴k̢ to̕ ̧li͝fe                                                 

             ,͏̱A҉̖f̞͓̗̭͇̰t͉̥͍̪͕̥͍èr̗̺͉̮͖̀ ̺͖t̴̮̰̟̱͉̞h̩͓̲͉͍̼̪͢ey̡ ͍̝̘g͎̳̬͉͢o̭̼͚͢ͅuge̺̟̤̗͕̪d͓̗͎̻̬̹ ͈̖̯h͔̖i̟̞͇̰͇s̳͔̪ ̘ț̵̙h̘̳̦̻͞r͙̮̼͇̲o̱̘͈a̴̗t͜ wi̙̺̠̞t͍̣̯ḫ̸̭̬͇̯̼ ҉̗͕͓̣͇ͅa͇̪̣̮ ̻̪̱̙k̙͔̮n̟̜̖̳͜i̕ͅf̱è

̠̙̼̥                              ̵͐̔͌ͥ͂̚I̛̿̉ͤt̛ͦ̐ ̔͑͛ͤ̋҉ç̽a̢͋̐́̇ͫn͆̽'̸̋̃ͯͩt̡ ̾ͯ́bͪ̎̍̌ͩ̀e͋̎̒ͥ ̵ͫ̆͊h́e̴ ̉̍i͠n̈̈́͛̏ͯͨ ͮ̕t̊͗͝h̚ẻ͗͑͗ͨ̚ ͐ͣ̋ͩ͝thi͛́nͧ̆̌̈͗ͤ͌g̒̍s̎̍̅ͧ͛̀ ͂̿̍wͬͤe̷͐͌ͣ̄ ̾ͩ̊ͧ͢sͥ̓͆ͦ̒e̡͂͌̽eͮͩ,́

         W̋ͧ͑̑́ͬ̚͟h̭̝͍̬̗̊̈́ͭ̈ë́̄̋͗̈ͭr̤̹̦̳̟̝̘e̙̯̜̮͒ͪͯ̄,̧ ̴͚̖̫͉͔̙̪o̴͈̻̓ͭ̎̅͌ͧh̫̖͍͚̭͙͡ ͍͎͆̆͑ͭ͝w̰̲̥̘͚͒h̛͇͕̟̼̗͕̓ͅe̴̯͌̅̈́̏̃ͥ̈rͩͨͦ͗ͨͩȩ̟̹̤̟̼̜̜̈ ̓̒͋̋͌ͅc͇̻͚̝̼̬̗ȃ͈̟̺ͫ͊n͖̼̝͇͈͔̜͂ͩ̇ͮ̐̚ ̙̞͍͋ͤͣͤ̑ͧh̠̖̘͍ͦ̊̃͌e̘̜̾ͪ͆ ̷̠͉̫̔b̮͎̆ͦ̇̚ē̪̾͌̊̚ͅ?̠̿̓ͧ̎ͪ̀

̵̐̄͋ͫͬͬTͯ̉̒̌́ͤ͑̓͡h̊̓̂̾́̒͗͜ȩ̸͒̎ͧ̈̏ͯ̀ ̵̒ͨ͝͠t̿ͩ̏ͥͣ̔̾̕͠͡ḩ̨ͩi̵̢ͤͧ̈́̌́͒̒͡n̨ͮ͋̽̔͋̌͐̈́gͫ̄̾͐̕ ̶̌ͬ̐̋̔̾̄̎͞ï̸̋ͮn̢͐͐̎̈́ͧͤ̀ͦ͘ ̊͞fͪͣ̉̽͜r̵͂ͤ͆̋̂͘oͩ̄̂̅̎̎̎ňͧ͂͆ͦ́t̓̀͜͝ ̧̍ͯ́̓͒ͫ̈͘ơ͒ͬ̄͋f̵̀ ̛̂͑u̡̎̊̏̚͠͡sͣ̈́ ̷͒̈́͂͛ͧ̄ͪ̍͟w̎̽ͭ̓̅̉͏ę̨̢̄ͫ̿͑ͦ͊̂ ̸̡ͯ̔̈ẁͭ̌̎̇ḯ̀ͥ͐̂̚͝҉t̵̒̽̌̆ͯͭ͂͞͏ń̾͌ͯ͂ͦ͋ͣ̀e̶̢ͫͥͧ́ͮ̄s̢̔̇̉ͤ̉ͬ̄͠s̶̓ͭ̿͗̑,̎ͥ̚
̡̛̠̞̫̣̤̗̍ͩ̆͊O̷̟̩̟̜͇̮̐̏̓ͦͨ̾ͧͫụ̫͚͖̰̘͎́̉͌ͨͯ̋̌ͭ͜r̟ͩͧ͐̒͂͑̍ͣ͟͡ͅ ̬̖̤̘̫ͪ̋͊ͧ̓ͣͩ͝p̴̡͉̠̪͍̳̦̐͒̎͛̓͛́a̷̷̟̩̩̭ͮ̀̓͗ͭ͐ȉ̡͙̝̭̬́ǹ̴̮̺̭̥̣͍̃̚̕,̶̦̠̳̩̿̍̓͠ ̢̗̭͓͊͌̉̈̎ͨ̚o̸̸͚͔ͫ́̿̎͘uͦ̔ͪ҉͏̤̭̭̜̲̣̩̻ṟ̤̟̖͐ͩͫ̊͐̇̎͋͢͠ ̧͋̾̃̍͛͏̧̤̗̼̬t͚̦̣̗̭͇̪́̃ͮͥͯͦͤ̚ȅ̵̝̯͖̗͈͇̞̹̇̓́a̷̡͕͇ͩͩ͗̏ͅr̻̺͚͓̙͗̇͡ș̡͖̠̪̣̳ͤ̇̑̿ͣͯ̽͐͡,̈́͐̀͛̉͏̼̦̟̭̪̹͉̲̗́ ̻̺̝͍͉͚̂̓́͘i̴ͫͪ̐͑́̽͠҉̱̗͓̪t̗͚̰̱̪ͦ͑̆̃͐͐̒͛͋ ̴̧̛̭͔̺̈̒ͥ̀͗͒ͮģ̺̼͎͖̩̗̒͗ͮͧ̑ͥͅȓ̡̥̠̦̥̯̜̞̗̑̅̈́̊̀̄͝͝ỏ̙̫͔̣̥̰̳͑ͦ͗̈́w̆͋̋̓ͯ͏̜͖͍̱͔̖s̡̺͚͛̒͗͆ͫ̋ͦͨ̀ ̶͈͖̣ͤ̍̀̾͊̑s͚̠͙̗̝̠̫̮͈̒͊̓̈́ͩ̽t̸̸̖̭̦̗̞̥͒͋ͯ̈́̀̿͠r̡̖͚͚͙ͯ̀̓ͦͬͭo̧̙̠̺̗͉͉ͧ̉ͦͬ̊́n̸̰̱͍̰͙ͪ̐̉͆̃͛̑͘͟ǵ̏͏҉͇ ͔̫ͦ̇̑ẅ̬͈̬̗i̸̙͇̟̟̰͕͐́ͨ̄̂́͗͠ͅt̵̡̗̩̦̟̖̯̯̃̿ͭ̍̏ͤ̿h͒̋̅ͯͫ҉͖͖̖̹͕̤̠ ̡̩͇̣͔̪̖̘͒͋̇͑ͪ͂̊ͪͅt̹̗ͬͪ̀ͪ̈́ͧ͢͟h͊ͦͥ͏̫̼͚͘i̢͔̮̦͔͕̥̝̍̆͋͌ͯ̍ͫ̓͜s̼̗ͯ͡͝.̵̛̣͇̳̜͔̌̃̑̾ͮ͂́

̺͍̗͎̼̝ͤ̿ͩͪ͊ͬͥͬT̫͔̦̗͓̓̅̐̔̒ͮ̔͆̇͊͒̏͂̀͆h̪̳͓̤̯̖̖͎̩̯̻̥͓͗̏̓͐̅̉̎̄̽̔͌̋͑ͩ̚e̙̞̗͚̯͔̺̯͕̫̓ͫ̈̏ͮ̄̒̌̔ͫ̀̌̄͂̎̚y̥̥͉͕̲̪̝͓̤̤̬̹͇ͬ́ͭ̌̇̿ ̰̤̖̙͚͚̻̮̱̭̟͖̜̣ͥ͆ͣ̊́́ͩͪ̑̇̚̚ͅt͉̭͚͚̺̣̦̟̹̻̹̟̪̙ͪ͊ͬͮ̌ͣ͛̈̆̍ͨ̽͋̚̚ȏ̳̱̹̍͛ͬ̂ͯ̈͊͆̌͗͋ö̬̮̭͓͔̞͉̬̰̂͛̂́͂ͤ̉ͦk̯̬͉̰͙͇͙̤̠͔̅͋ͤ͑͋ͣͭͧ͑̓ͬͯ͂ͫ ͈̘̲̪̱ͭ̉ͩ̆̾ĥ̙͚̭̗̮͍̭͖̮͎̩͉͙̪͎͒̉ͪ̽̂̎̍́ͫ̿ͩͤ͌̈́̾̌ỉ̟͉̳̱̖͕̲͍̥͉̘̳ͯͯͥͤ͑̇̀̿ͥ̑ͫ́s͕̱͙̙͓͕ͤ̊ͥ̆͂̃͋̿͋̄̇ͭ̽͆́̆̊ͪ̎ͅ ͔̘̞͍̬͙̜͇͇͔̝͓̝̃̐̂͗͒̈̆̈̔͆b͔͚̙̗̟̳̱͔̭̼̭̗͙͎̮͂ͨͭͤ̅ͭͪ̈́o̯͔̮̟̩̥̯̳̞̩̥̞͎͙̔̒̉̊̌̂ͣ̈̓̓ͭ̽͋ͫ̎̀̌̀ͩͅd͚͓̩̗͖̟͙̟̜͔̥̬̺̻͊͊̓̈ͩͧ̇͗͌̇͋͛̍̂͛̍ͯy̠̹͍̥͈̐̆ͤ͑̒͆̐͊ͧ̀͌̅̍̆ ͕͍̦̯̼̘̮̞̯͓͓͉̼̟̌͒̀̋̏b̳̻͉̯̮̣̮̝͈̬̠̭͎͖̯̽ͦ̈ͬͮ͗̈̎̐ͅy̫̟̞̰̒̏̊ͧͨ̊͂̆ͫ͒͛ ̪͎̬̹̫̮̮̼̲̭͍͍̘̮̈́ͯͫ͊̈́̿̈́ͅṫ̟̟̲̘̺͎̠̺̲̰͓̪̯̹͈͙̜͛̐̔̂͐ͣ̂̆h͚̳̲̗̫͚͈̫͉̳̱̠̩̲̞ͬ̐̈̿͐e̘̞͙͓̗̜ͭ͗ͪ̀ͮ͛͗ͪ͂̓͌ ͓̜͎̮̝̥͆͊̾̾̑̈́͒̏̑̌̏͑ṙ͓̻̟̤͔̮̝̤̩̣̩̖ͯ͑ͨͦ̿͊͋̓̔ͯͤ̍̉ͮͫ͊̔́ͅͅe͍͇̞͙̠̼̣ͮ̓̇ͥ͗̉ͬͤ̽̆͋̅͊̅̈́́̓̽ͪi̝̫̯̣͕̣͖̥͙͖͑́ͤ̽̒ͧ̃͌͑ͅg̭͙̻͎̝̻̳̥̼̻͓̙̩̖̫͉̘̣̃ͤ̔̂ͨn̝͚̜͖̫̬̦ͦ͗͋ͥś̹̩̝̂ͤ̾̈̑ͧ,͈͖͍̠̲̦͈̘̭͖͖̳̰̳̹͈̍ͨ͆̋͋̍̾͆͑͌ͦ̓̓̋ͧ͗̓ͩ̚ ̮͚̳̠̠͕̝͖̬ͫ̌͂̅ͥ̓̐̈́ẏ̤͙̘̘̟͕ͬ̍ͫ̽ͩͨo̥̱̞̳̣̪̗̻͇̖̘̬̥͓̹̟̯͒ͭ̽̓̉ͭ͋ͅú̘̰̩̹̱̹̑ͮͣ ̮̖̫͈̘͍̖͈̟̟͑́ͨͫ̄͂s̜̯̹̘̪̩̹͖̮̙̙͎̫̯̖ͫ̔̾ͪ͊ͫ̐͐̽̚e̯͉͙͗̈́̍ͮ̔̌̔ͣ̚e̙̬̗͍̪̥̲̜̗̖̯̮̩̬̪͈̫͍͒̊̇̿ͯ̀̆̌̚ͅ,͈͚̹̥̲̖̭̖͖̥͓ͣ̔͑ͤ


                                                        ̠̺̘̣̩̉̒͌̈ͥͣͩ̾̇ͭ̚̚S̜̝̖̮̗͎͖͍̫̖̹̱̝͒ͣ́̈̍ͫͫ̆ͧo̬͚͎̫͙̘̥̟̖̖̮͙̳͖̫͒ͩͮͧ̈́͑ͬ̒̋̓́ͭ ̮̙͓̖̫̰̻̫͖̼̖̌ͭ̾́̑̑̉̑̾͒́̐ͭͬ͌̿̓̚j̲̩͍̰̫̣͚̠̗̞̪̬̦̰̪̻͌̊̆͋͆ͮͯͣ̂̍͗͊̀ͣͅͅṷ̙̫͖̳̗̟͈̼̦͇̰ͤ̽̇̂s͎͕͕̺̑ͯ̾͗̈́̽͂ͪͣt͈͚̫͎̩̦̯͚̠̖̝͕͔̥̥̟̱̏̋̿̂͌̊́̍̓ͭͯ͛ͮ̑ͬ͆ͯ̈ ̞͙͕̻̹͍̤̘͔̰̜̞̑͒ͫ͛̈ͯͧ̊ͅk̦̳̟͕̦̓͊̾͌̍͊̈ͅe͍̞̠̦̥̞͍̘͖̮͔͉̲͓̖̼̮̠̫͑ͯ̎ͮ͒̑̇̐͛e̱͈̠͖̠͈̙͈͕̒̅̒͛p̗̬̩͕̺͊̿ͩ͐͌ͨ͊̄ͩͭ̓͒͊͗̐̎̓ ̫̟̻̤̠̂̈ͧ̈͂͛͒̎̇͆̆̇͑ͤͩͯ̃͋̈i̝͇͕̥̞̺͍̳̘̹̫̥̿̓̆̐͌͂̑ͮ̆ͣ́̐ͮ̚ͅn͎͇̫͖̣̱͉ͯ̾̒ͭ̋ ̪͚͔̭͙̠̰̻͇͕͚̭̩̟͓̣ͮ̈́ͩ̄́ͧ̚ṃ̖̲͕̱̲̱̯̹̞͈͎̼̪̤̭͚͓͗̐̅̇ͧͬi̟͖̜̩̲̹͕͕͎̳̳̻̙̼͍̟͍̥͊́ͫ̉ͮ̏̒͋̎̊ͅn͇̯͇̥̯̭͍͑ͧͯ͒̍ͩ͗͑ͬ̽̑̋d̺̻̙̟̠͇͕̖̪͚̠̹̭͔͓͓̞̒ͭͩͦ̉̉́̐̎̄ͤ ͖̺̟̳̩̼̦͙̦̣̘̦͚̣͍̙̀͊ͨ̆͑ͧ̇͌͆͆ͮͭͨͩ̐͂̑t͇͔͖̻̦͎͈̯̻̯̯͍̹̳̪̦͙̝͋ͣ̒̇̓͛̾́͒̈̓ͭ̐̃ͫh̜̞̣͚̮͉̥̩ͫ̒́̆ͦͩ̚a̙͈̩̰͎̝̯̥̞̰͚̠͔̦̱̣̬̺̣̋ͦͩ͛̿̈́͒̂ͦ̀̚t̜̭̗͓̯ͨ̾ͥ̇ͪͣ͊͒͐̉̋ͭ̃ͤ ̭̘̺̘̻͖͙̦̮̳̼̙͍̻̲̋ͤ̒̽̾ͮ̒ͭͮ̅̚h͈̯͖̖̤̬͇͈̖͉̫̤̪͕͍͇͈̆̋͗̏ͥͣ̒͆̎ͧ̉ͫͭ͆̊̊ͮ̄̐ě̘͚͕̯̗͔͈̖̦̮͈̥̙͚̝͂ͫͧ̂ ͇͇̪̳͔̗̣̭̓̈ͮͦ͒ī̱̱̞̭̫̠͖̼̾ͨ͗̽̎͊͌ͩ̿ͪ̇̇͒ͨ͗̚s̯̹̩̝̭̝̫̥͎͈͚̅͆ͩ̓͌ͣ̓̍́͆͐͐ͬ̚̚ń̗͕̣͔̺̼ͥ̂ͧ̅̑̄ͯ̑͒͂̍̊͊ͬͅ'͔̝̺̙̩̫ͪ̊ͨ̇̔̽ͨͥ͆ͩ͂͊́̚t̫̘͚̤͚͎͎̖͕̬̜̄̓͗̔ͯ̍̇̌̉͐̆͂ͨ̿ͥ ͍̻͕̼̖̠͉̘̪̺̦͈̞̞̈́̂ͣ͑ͩͥͮͭ͋̌̆̇ͦ̂ͣͅĥ̦̘̘̰̱͇̟̥̦͚̫̺͉͙̤͚̓̒͛̚e̪̩̩̣̝͈͇͍͕͔̫̦̥͙͂ͣ̑̌.͉̗̝͉̮̭̥͕̬͚̼̼̙̙͂̉́̏̓

some holt family headcanons bc im die whenever i think abt them and the poster had me???? emotional here we go

  • matt and pidge have that thing where one of them poses a theoretical science question out of the blue and the other responds to it without fail
    • matt asks most of the time
    • “[drops fork on plate in the middle of eating dinner] do u think everett’s many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics has a world where the theory itself doesn’t exist and therefore disputes the whole reality of multiple universes coexisting w one another altogether and only has that one universe existing alone?”
    • “i mean given that the whole point of the multiple universe theory is that there’s gonna be at least one universe where something that’s real in one isn’t real in an-”
    • “children we’re eating”
  • one time mama holt got matt and pidge’s names mixed up while she was calling them for dinner and accidentally screamed “MATIE” and they never let her forget it
  • whenever pidge invents something she always Always shows it to matt first and each and every single time he gasps and his eyes light up and he just holds the thing in awe saying “what the fuck???? what the fuck What the Fuck WHAT!!!!!!” and pidge just has the biggest cheesiest grin on her face
  • every time matt and papa holt go out to head to the garrison pidge and mama holt stand by the open door w their dog and watch them go
    • matt and papa holt look back at them at least twice and smile and wave both times. pidge and mama holt always wave back no matter what
  • whenever they go out on a family date pidge and matt always walk behind their parents bc they love seeing them hold hands
  • pidge and matt might do literally anything for every single member of their family but they also roast them to no end???
    • “i know u love those peas dad” was only the tip of the iceberg
    • mom holt: u two watch too much ancient aliens matt: i saw u marathon 12 michael jackson conspiracy theory videos in a row mom mom holt: he’s alive, matthew
    • dad holt: each and every single star we see is in our sky is distinct and unique in its nature and interchanging them w one another is pure atrocity pidge: dad just last night u confused astronomy w astrology
    • their dog: sighs matt & pidge at the same time: same
    • matt: [flipping thru pidge’s baby pic album] darwin’s theory of evolution is so beautiful :)
    • matt: [trying to style his hair by constantly ruffling it on the dining table before heading to the garrison] pidge, eating her peas: this is the most intense form of pretentious dishevelment i have ever seen in my life

I’d love to see a Classic Fantasy Thing where the stereotypical personalities are mixed up. 

The halfling thief is stoic and serious.  The barbarian is bubbly and cheerful. 

The lady magician likes ale and headbutting things.  The dwarf sings gentle lullabyes and walks softly.

The thinly-veiled-fantasyworld-version-of-a-Native-American has a wicked sense of humor.  Constantly plays pranks on the rest.

The Normal Farmboy Of Destiny plans to join up with the villain at the first chance he gets; world domination sounds excellent.

The villain treats his underlings with respect and compassion.  His hot daughter gets both medals of honor and surprise birthday parties, and she wouldn’t dream of siding with his enemies no matter how nice and/or handsome their leader is.  She and Dad want to take over the world so they can improve it. 

Unicorns stab people.  A lot.

We can get it mixed up: When some people talk about the world being a beautiful place, they might mean all those man-made towers and materialism, while others mean a blade of grass or a smile.
—  Sereno Sky, author of the Hippie novels “Lonely Traveller”

virgos can seem detached and a isolated. they can seem quiet, but their minds are loud. they are always having conversations with themselves, and 
these are louder than the outside world.
virgos can live in a world of limitation. logic and analysis can often prevail. but virgo is also capable of tremendous purity of thought and profound divine recognition. hermes transported souls to the underworld. so virgo can
mix it up with the lightness of libra but also seep into the sort of acute detailed
observation, curiosity, and examination with scorpio. the duality of virgo and
the neuroses of the sixth house, where the ego begins melting away,
can leave splits in their heart and mind, but they can also be very
collected and complete spirits, here on earth with arms of service and grace when polar elements of themselves become fused

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the holy uncle trinity of ijs men’s skaters

Are we just going to forget how hard Ten, Taeyong, Mark, Jaehyun, and Doyoung went in The 7th Sense mv tho

like have you seen that choreography? have you listened to those fucking beats tho? The lyrics are god damn beautiful and the mix of Taeyongs, Tens and Marks rapping over Jaehyun and Doyoungs vocals is literally a work of art

Wake up world 

Black girls where yall at?

Gay Black girls
Ghetto Black girls
Black girls in sex work
Preppy Black girls
Black girls in PWIs
Neurodivergent Black girls
Trans Black girls
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Yall are beautiful and special even though the world doesn’t tell you enough… you have nothing but my support and well wishes!
I hope you accomplish all you can today and if the only thing you do today is wake up I’m glad to see you be able to do so in a world so against you. I love you my sisters. 💋💋💋

Remember, you always have Black Girl Magic working in your favor😚😙

Shitty is a divorced kid. I don’t see a lot of discussion about that and, as a divorced kid myself, I’d like to see it.

Granted I was four and Shitty was in high school, but no matter what age it happens, it has a lasting affect on you.

So.

Shitty being completely mixed up over how to feel about it at first. Knowing it was better that they split and not blaming his mom for leaving him but also his entire world has been turned upside down and he’s relieved but also. Just.

Shitty feeling like he has to choose between his parents. But also not feeling like he has a choice in which parents he chooses.

Shitty having emotional flip-flops over which parent he “likes better” every couple months or years. Even if by default he likes his mom and CANNOT STAND his dad, if he’s angry with his mom he feels like he has to like his dad suddenly because he HAS to like ONE of them.

Shitty’s devil-may-care attitude stemming from anger and trauma over his whole fucking life was turned upside down seemingly overnight.

Shitty being terrified of long-term relationships. Because his parents were happy, once. And then they weren’t. So who says that can’t happen to him?

Shitty desperately needing to please everyone because somehow he wasn’t enough to keep his parents together but he’ll fucking Try to be enough for Someone.

Just…. Shitty being a divorced kid.

BTS Reaction to Their Bestfriend Accidently Confessing to Them; Suga Version

Originally posted by nnochu

Everything was perfect. It was a quiet, stormy afternoon. The main lights in your living room were off, only soft candlelight flickered across the walls and the occasional bursts of lightning illuminating the flowing curtains on your windowpanes. The TV was playing some program in the background, but you weren’t entirely focused on it. You were more focused on the lump of a boy that laid across your lap, asleep and dead to the world.

Min Yoongi, your best friend forever for who knows how long was one of the most hard working people that you’ve ever come to know. He, also, was one of the most stubborn as well, refusing to give up or back down even though he knew it’d be easier on him to do so. This trait, mixed with his passion and job for music often kept him up late at night, working until dawn on tracks of music and beats that spewed into his headphones. The dark circles of purple under his eyes were always a staple feature on his face and you soon grew used to seeing the faint discoloration. But when he came over today, the purple darker so much so that it could be considered black, you demanded that he needed to sleep, no ifs ands or buts.

So, you made him sit on the couch, bringing him a cup of tea, the fluffiest blanket you owned, and a set of night clothes he always kept at your place incase he needed to crash here for the night. You told him to go change, and you set up the little makeshift bed on the couch, turning off the lights and creating a relaxing environment for him to sleep in. You made him drink all his tea before gently nudging him to cuddle into your side.

Cuddling was a common thing that the two of you did; being so close for so long allowed the behavior to be acceptable. At first he just cuddled your side, fitting his head onto your shoulder as the tea and blanket warmed his body and the sounds of the TV lulled him closer to unconsciousness. But when you felt his head start to nod off towards a deeper sleep, you guided him to lay down across you, placing his head on your thigh and allowing his lower body to stretch along the length of the couch. He followed willingly, nuzzling his head into your stomach and falling asleep instantly.

And now here you two were, you running your fingers through his hair and just watching his eyes move back and forth across his eyelids. He was dreaming. Hopefully of something good, since he hasn’t stirred since he laid down. You smiled down at him and sighed softly.

“I wish you knew how much I actually love you, Yoongi. I wish you knew how much I love you more than in a ‘sisterly’ way. I love you with all my heart…why can’t you see that?”

~*~

Yoongi woke up a few hours later, looking more well-rested than before. He helped himself to the contents of your fridge before rejoining you on the couch underneath the blanket; the plate of leftovers he scavenged for now resting on the coffee table.

“Y’know, I had the funniest dream.” Yoongi mumbled in a gravely voice, rubbing his eyes with balled up fists. It was obvious he needed more rest, but he wanted to talk, and you were always a sucker for giving him what he wants.

“Oh? What was that?” you asked curiously.

“It was about you. That you told me you loved me.” he explained. You deadpanned for a few seconds before recovering yourself.

“Like, in a brother-sister way?” you asked nervously.

“Nah, like in the romantic way,” Yoongi glanced over at you and smiled slightly. “Funny, right?”

You could feel your heart break in your chest. Your ‘accidental’ confession being rejected, even though Yoongi thought it was just a dream, it still hurt knowing he didn’t like you in that way. You plastered a fake smile on your face.

“Yeah, that’s so weird.” you agreed, shifting away from him slightly. But Yoongi pulled you back, placing a kiss on your forehead gently.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Y/N. I love you.” he told you.

Unbeknownst to you, he really did mean every word he said to you. And just like yours, he felt his heart break as well when you thought his dream funny. Your ‘rejection’ to his ‘confession’ damaging him more than he thought. One day he might tell you his true feelings properly, but for now, he’ll continue to be close to you in this way. The both of you living in an unneeded state of grief of ‘one-sided’ love; when in reality, the love is secretly returned unrequitedly.

Your darkness is a symphony

Played in explosions of silence to a
crowd that has fallen in love with noise

If they refuse to applaud you
It isn’t because your music isn’t beautiful
It is because they have no idea how to love what they don’t understand
And that, my darling, is the most
horrific flaw in this mixed up world

—  Christopher Poindexter
The signs as IVE known them

Saw this floating around the horoscope tags and decided to do one of my own. Disclaimer this is the signs as actual people I have known and does not account for the behavior and personality of the signs as a group.

Signs as I’ve known them:

ARIES: Homestuck, anime, world of war craft. Glasses. Short red hair. Goofy jokes. Feminist as fuck. No seriously don’t fuck with the angry feminist. Pan sexual. Open minded. Lover of all things cats. Odd little British southern cinnamon roll. Ramen noodles, toast, cheese, coffee. Baking is life, not a hobby. Art, creativity, so smart but doesn’t see it. So sweet but will stand up for what’s right. Doc martins.


TAURUS: Good food, healthy while also being comfort food. Cheesecake with berries and pecans. Nature walks with her golden retriever mix. Bedding so fluffy it’s like you’re sinking into a cloud. Painting the walls earthy Gemtone colors. Paintings everywhere, art studio with a glass wall looking out over the backyard. Champagne blonde curly hair pulled up into a messy bun,tan skin. Green tea and Panera bread when we’re on the go. Incense burning in the living room. Knows all the celebrities. Friends with George Clooney. Getting me autographs the entire time I was growing up.


SCORPIO: opinionated. Never wrong. Overly confident. Mustang convertible. Pink everything. Spoiled af. Pasta all the pasta,Olive Garden fuck me up. No seriously, what’s a vegetable? Mani-pedi’s every week. Hot tub Sunday’s. Traveling. Christian when it’s convenient for her. Harry Potter. Twilight. Basic bitch, but still hella cute. Cali life. Superstitious. Terrified of ghosts. Biology major. Goal orientated. Self centered. You either love her or hate her, there is no in between, and she couldn’t care less either way.

SAGITTARIUS: prayer beads. Incense. Messy unkempt curls. Thick beard full of tufts of cotton from work. Blue eyes. Goofy smile. Weird sense of humor. So incredibly intelligent. Bollywood movies.

LIBRA: Blonde hair, amber eyes that are warm and mesmerizing. McChickens only mayonnaise. Country music and pretty little liars marathons. Talking about boys and being set up with one of her cute friends. BEST LAUGH I’ve ever heard. Inside jokes. Sister like bond that is unbreakable. Always having each other’s back, even if they’re wrong. Being there for each other through heart ache and abuse. Understanding each other like no one else could. Cigarettes and bonfires. Staying out all night, lying to your parents about where you are. Riding around in a jeep going no where in particular, windows down, hair blowing in the wind, freedom. Best friend. Soul mate. Platonic love of my life.


VIRGO: Road trips filled with loud music, LAUGHTER, Taco Bell quesadillas EXTRA SAUCE and sun drop, lots of sun drop. Staying up late at night dying each other’s hair and making art with oil pastels. Matching tattoos. Getting ready for a party, trading clothes, throwing them on the floor until you find the right outfit. Waking up late extremely late and rushing out the door in a hurry. Unwashed hair pulled up in a ponytail. Sitting in the bathroom floor In front of a mini heater playing with her makeup and talking to her while she showers. Ice skating with a hangover. Cats. A strong love for all animals. Hookah. smoking for the first time in a cold attic, making jokes and laughing til our stomachs hurt. Shady house parties in basements. First girl I ever kissed. Rise against. Being close and sharing everything, having someone you can be 100% real with,just yourself, no facade.


AQUARIUS:
Opinions, lots of them. Stubborn as FUCK. Sharp tongue, soft heart. Passionate about everything, music, politics, art, cinema. Captivating smiles, Green eyes lighting up when they’re talking. Wanting to share their hobbies and passions with you. Sending you music, making you playlists. Loves all music. Crying during movies. Love for sci-fi. Love for human kind. Chips for dinner. Lemonade vodka and strong bow. Toboggans (as he calls them) through all seasons. Love poems. Snuggles and talks about aliens and conspiracy theories. So soo intelligent. A smile that could stop your heart.

PICSES:
Very studious. Smart. Glasses. UFC.
Mustache. Funny. Red hot chili peppers. New shoes. Principled. Phlebotomist. Football. Coffee obsessed.

CAPRICORN: Tiny human. So fake. Will stab you in the back for a French fry. Spoiled brat. Disrespectful to her parents. Queen bitch. Pop music. New car every 6months. New boyfriend every 3.. OMG IM SO
FAT. Weighs 100 lbs soaking wet. Dog lover. Cat lover. Great Britney Spears impression. Gave her rabbit chocolate one time. Thinks she invented steak and eggs for breakfast.

CANCER: I don’t think I know a cancer????

LEO:
Football. Long black hair. Stories on Native American culture. The Grateful Dead stickers on an old dresser. Reptiles. The smell of weed lingering on his Tshirt. Playing golden eye in the living room. Dinner consisting of beef jerky, Doritos, snickers and dr.pepper.

GEMINI: Marlboro reds. Curly brown hair. Deep brown eyes. Broken nose. Heath ledger doppelgänger. Perfect teeth. Led Zeppelin. Skate board shoes. Foster kid. Nick names. Has a cat named kitty mow mow. Promise ring after 3 months. Very troubled. Compassionate. Loves deeply. Secret tattoos. Protective. Possessive. Red.
Hoodies. Awful friends. Video games.

albaharuland  asked:

Hi! I wanted to ask about fantasy world building based on a mix of cultures, even if those cultures are totally different. For example, a country that has an architecture based on egyptian and arab art, or one that is a mix between indian and russian architecture. I dont know if that would be appropiation or offensive, or how to avoid it or doing it in a respectful way. Also if there is a problem only using the art part and having a different made up traditions/lore (thanks for your time!)

On Combining Cultures Respectfully, Art, and Architecture

“Does it make sense within the world”

Avatar: the Last Airbender mixes Inuit and Japanese culture. Is this any form of sensical in the modern world? Sort of, with how there’s a language link between Siberia and the Canadian Arctic. Does it make sense within the confines of A:tLA? Absolutely yes.

I’m not against the concept of cultural blending. It just has to be sensical within the world itself. They might not be neighbours in the real world, but if you end up with a culture that’s “ocean-heavy Arctic on top of Asia”, then Inuit+ Japan makes tons of sense. But had it been even “continental Arctic”, then the Inuit influence would’ve barely made any sense at all, because they’re really not a continental people.

-Mod Lesya

Like mixed-race characters, blending real-world cultures in fantasy isn’t prima facie a problem, but you’d better make sure it makes sense within the world you’re constructing.  Lots of times authors fall prey to the “Rule of Cool” and just throw in things they think are neat without thinking about how they could have reasonably got there.

In the cases you mentioned, there are some historiocultural overlaps between Indian and Russian cultures (for instance, similar building materials, similar types of timbers in temperate parts of India and southern Russia, very deep cultural roots shared between Slavic and certain Indic cultures, etc.) that would give you a foundation to build on.  Other times shared cultural aspects have a common but non-native root—for instance the Russian onion dome and characteristic Indian Taj Mahal-style dome may have a shared origin in Islamic and Middle Eastern architecture.  Islamic culture is native to neither India nor Russia, but it touched and influenced both areas extensively.

Similar constraints hold for Egyptian and Arab art and architecture.  They used similar building materials but produced different results because the culture and artistic preferences were historically different, but we know that Arab culture strongly influenced Egyptian art and architecture in the Islamic period (think going from pyramids to Graeco-Roman amphitheaters to mosques and minarets, but all made out of limestone, mud brick, and very little wood).  Saladin Ahmed’s fantasy novel(s) feature an Islamic/Middle Eastern-influenced culture built on top of a dead Ancient Egypt-analogue [Nikhil’s note: I’m reading this right now and it’s awesome and you should too].

But regardless of the cultural influence, the material culture stays similar in place—in some Indo-Russian hybrid you might be looking at imported marble and precious stones for those buildings whose patrons could afford it, provided they have access to those materials either through production or trade, but for poorer constructions you’re looking at local building materials—so maybe thatch and half-timber framing and wattle-and-daub in Indo-Russia, or stone and mud brick in a desert environment like Arabegypt.  Art and architecture are functions of culture, and culture as a primitive exercise arises from the local environment, since it’s only once you get to the level of at least an organized economic community that outside trade starts to be a significant factor, which would facilitate creating art and architecture that would be exotic to the local environment.

-Mod Nikhil

I continue to hear saying such as “in 2016 I learned…” “in 2026 I decided…”. But what I have realized is that I often don’t let the New Year label my knowledge and experiences into a category of 365 days. What about what I learned this month? What about what I experienced this week? What about what I decided today? Are they less important as smaller, less-substantial actions because they were day to day and not a larger scale? Instead of looking at a whole painting, why not look at one parish stroke. Or maybe a group of strokes or colors mixed together. Without one detail, the whole masterpiece would be incomplete. Don’t let yourself gaze over your artwork because you got caught up in the wide scale of things. Details are vital to this world, you are vital to this world. So next year, when you finish another painting. Take a moment to stop and look at the different brush strokes, and remember how it felt to complete each one.
—  hmbrownie018