my new favourite tag :')


You are not alone; you are right at home.

Happy birthday, Johanna!

People look at me,” he says, “and have fear and sadness in their eyes, which they think they’re seeing reflected back at them. They wouldn’t see what I’m really feeling, which is, ‘I’m OK!’ But people are afraid. I did an interview with Larry King and it was a little more disjointed and fractured than usual, and I realized that it was the first time I’d talked to him since my diagnosis and that he was afraid. So I had to understand that before people deal with me they’re going to deal with what they think I’m going through. Then time will pass and they’ll realize that this is just my life, the stuff I was given to deal with.
—  Michael J Fox to Rolling Stone (September 26, 2013)

They were like Romeo and Juliet,
fated to fall in love.
Or maybe,
they were just fated to fall.

- the way star-crossed lovers always do. (k.b.)



月刊EXILE Volume. 102 September 2016

- Messy hair, don’t care focus -

anonymous asked:

What would you consider the tone of The Picture of Dorian Gray? I'm doing a series of essays for English class.

hmm i think I consider the tone of The Picture of Dorian Grey to be heavily influenced by black comedy, a product of Wilde’s Irish upbringing & of the gothic genre itself. Wilde/narrative voice also uses really lavish, indulgent description (see ch.11?) to show how Dorian grows complacent & accustomed to the luxury he lives in over the 2nd half of the novel b/c the constant lengthy description bogs the reader down & it becomes commonplace (like it is to dorian!! oooh a didactic message!!!) 
Overall the tone is a juxtaposition of mockery/judgement & admiration. Wilde loved to satirize the upper class’s hypocrisy & hyperbole (see ch. 3 & Henry Wotton as a didactic device) but to me there’s a reverence for Dorian - especially in the final chapter! (and also in chapter 9 if you read the original text!!)

i hope this makes sense & that your essays go well! feel free to ask any other questions!! :)

also this editorial might be an interesting read b/c it talks a lot about tone (and is very funny!!)
also see Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen for (one of my favourite books!!!) the epitome of a mocking narrator. honestly iconic. 

Laura Jackson-Blofis

If you didn’t know Percy, you’d think he was a professional in childcare. He could put them to sleep without any problems, they wouldn’t protest to eating when it was he who was doing the feeding, he could even calm a crying baby with just the sound of his voice. Percy Jackson had never even held a baby before his little sister was born, yet he couldn’t do any harm when he first held her.
“Would you like to hold her?” Sally asked, the baby was not even a day old, she was so tiny. Percy quickly shook his head, even taking a few steps away from his mom.
“I might drop her.” he protested. However, after Sally had fallen asleep, and Paul had gone home to shower, the little girl started crying in her crib. “No, no, don’t do that, mom’s tired, you can’t wake her” he pleaded trying to hush the baby. Popping his head out the door he saw no nurses, cursing he ran back into the room and carefully lifted his sister. “Shh.” Percy had been told before that his voice was powerful, that he could stop entire armies just by talking, he would never have guessed that quieting babies was something he could be capable of. The baby stopped crying instantly, with his voice and the rocking, she was as quiet as she would be if she were sleeping. Only, she was wide awake, looking at him with the most perfect blue eyes he’d ever seen, just like their mothers. “There we go, that’s better” only an hour ago he was adamant on not holding her. Now, with small tears in his eyes, he didn’t want to put her down. “You know, you look just like mom,” he told her as he walked towards the small armchair “You even have that dimple on your cheek like she does.” He gently poked it making her giggle. “I wish I still lived with her now, just so I could see you everyday. Wait, you don’t even know who I am, do you? I’m Percy, your brother.” He continued talking to her for almost an hour before Sally woke up to feed her and he had to leave for school. However, before he left, Sally quickly called him back.
“Her name’s Laura, Percy.” Laura, after his grandmother, any other name couldn’t have fit any better than Laura.

4 years later, Sally still talked about how she woke up to him having an entire one-sided conversation with Laura, how he’d take her giggling and gurgling noises as noises of agreement to whatever he said. As Laura Jackson-Blofis grew up, anyone could tell that her favourite person in the world was her brother. Some nights Sally would call him to come over, just so he could put her to sleep. If Percy was around, Laura would refuse to be fed her apple sauce by anyone else. When she could stand on her own, he’d let her stand between his legs as he slowly rode his skateboard around the apartment. Annabeth’s new favourite moment was when Percy put on a little fashion show for Laura. He needed to pick out an outfit for their sixth anniversary and she was determined to find him the perfect one.
“What about this one?” he asked the now 4 year old. She looked up from her book, a small smile on her face, but when she saw his green button down, she scrunched up her nose.
“You don’t look nice in green” she told him.
“Then what colour should I wear?” he couldn’t help but chuckle at the ‘thinking’ face she put on, as she furrowed her eyebrows and tapped her chin, Annabeth walked in. Neither of them noticed her, too caught up in what colour Percy’s shirt should be to hear the camera click of her phone. Instead of saying anything, Laura jumped off the bed and ran into the closet, promptly coming out with a white button down and a black vest.
“What did you ever do before I was born?” she asked, a finger pointing at him with her other hand on her hip. She even had the same look their mom gave when she scolded him, it kind of scared him. Annabeth couldn’t help but take another picture, laughing at the sight of her 6 foot boyfriend being scolded by his hardly 3 foot tall little sister. Laura’s eyes seemed to light up at the sound of her laugh, Percy swore that this girl loved Annabeth more than she loved him. “You’re home!” she exclaimed running right into Annabeth’s arms.
“I was only gone a few hours, you two looked busy” Annabeth teased, winking at Percy, “What else did you do while I was gone? Other than give Percy some fashion advise”
“Uhm, Jason came over for lunch, we had grilled cheese and apple juice, then he took me to the library while Fishy took a shower,” if anything could melt your heart, it was Laura calling her brother Fishy. It started when she first saw him breath underwater, it was when they were gone to Montauk for her fourth birthday. She already knew who Percy’s dad was, she just hadn’t seen any of his powers yet because no one was sure if she’d be able to see through the mist. After they realized that instead of a poodle she actually saw Mrs O'Learly as she was, they decided it was okay to show her. Ever since that day on the beach, he was forever known as her big brother Fishy. “I got a book, that one.” she pointed towards the bed, a copy of Sleeping Beauty laid discarded on a pillow. Laura went through the rest of her day; she told Annabeth how she ate ice cream with Jason and Piper, how Katie grew a flower for her right in her palm that only had a tiny bit of soil. With each event, Laura counted it on her finger. By the end of her story, she had a total of 6 fingers held up.
“Wow, you’ve had an eventful day” she smiled and nodded as if she accomplished something amazing. “Now, why don’t you go pack your over night bag while I get dressed and we’ll go drop you off at…”
“Nico said he’ll watch her.” Nico Di Angelo didn’t smile much, but something about Laura had put a new spring in his step ever since he met her. Apparently, Laura could even make the darkest of people light up.
“Nico?! Nico lets me eat cookies before bed!” in a flash Laura was out the door and headed for the guest room, which she declared as hers the moment Percy and Annabeth moved into their new apartment. Annabeth smiled and walked over to Percy, placing a hand on his chest, she gave him a kiss.
“I think she likes Nico better than you” she teased, Percy rolled his eyes and picked up the clothes Laura left for him.
“I don’t know why, I let her eat cookies before bed all the time”
“No, you eat cookies while putting her to bed. Anyway, at least we don’t have to feel bad about leaving her tonight” usually, Percy never left her side when she was staying with them. However, with their anniversary, they really had no choice but to find someone to watch her. Especially over night, because they were probably going to do something that Laura could not accidentally walk in on. Percy replaced his shirt with the new one as Annabeth walked into the closet to change. A few minutes later, Laura was waiting at their bedroom door, her backpack looking as if it was going to explode with what she stuffed in there.
“See! I told you this is better!” she stated seeing Percy in the outfit she picked out, “And hurry up, I want to go to Nico’s house” she turned on her heel and walked off towards the front door. Percy just rolled his eyes and smiled.
“Yeah, we don’t have to feel bad. And even if we did, the sight of Nico after being her make up doll will make us feel better” Annabeth laughed from inside the closet, the memory of Nico’s last babysitting experience replaying in her mind.

The Science of Sleep

This is some fluff for the long winter nights. No relation to the film Phil likes btw, I just liked the title. There’s some description of insomnia, but nothing too extreme. 

Wordcount: 2658

It is four thirty five on a Tuesday morning. As it’s midwinter, it won’t be light outside for a while. The room is dark, only lit by the dim glow of his laptop on the duvet. 

But Dan’s mind flares white-hot.

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Anonymous said: Can you make icons of danny or arin? Or twrp? thank you!

How about ALL OF THEM! Here ya go, the grumpy gamers and your fave space rockstars

anonymous asked:

ok but Balthy saying "I know how it would've made him feel" is something I need you to workshop for us if you would

OK look: Balthazar and Peter both went into that party thinking that there was a possibility of something happening between them. There were no rules, and (whilst there was a camera) they weren’t being constantly filmed so there was plenty of time to slip off privately and have a real talk if they wanted to. Probably one of the reasons Peter was so happy that night was because he’d seen the weight of the rules & punishments on Balthazar and he wanted Balthazar to be able to relax and have fun and not worry. And he did: Balthazar had a great birthday, except he barely talked to Peter AND he went home with someone else. 

So Balthazar realises in AFTERMATH what Peter probably took from that: Balthazar doesn’t want or need him, and that given the choice (no enforced flat bonding) Balthazar doesn’t actually want to hang out with him. So he drinks himself sick and goes to bed feeling shitty and alone. I’m not saying what Peter may have understood from Balthazar’s actions was the reality of the situation (because, hello, Balthazar is completely in love with him) but it’s unsurprising that Balthazar suddenly became so distraught at the idea of making Peter feel like that because there’s nothing worse than hurting the person that you love. 

I think the events post-one foot probably weigh on Balthazar’s mind quite a lot too. If you think about it: the one foot party and the beginning of Balthazar’s birthday were both filled with that same hope of Peter/Balthazar getting together. But they don’t; Balthazar ends up with Damien or Balthazar ends up with Zeb. Balthazar probably realises what a mistake Damien was (not because he didn’t like Damien but because he liked Peter more) and how much he must have hurt Peter and he promised himself that he would never hurt him like that again…but he failed because he did hurt Peter again in the exact same way that he did before.

Then there’s the obvious comparison at the start of lolilo in which Balthazar had to constantly hear Peter having sex with other people, and in the TOWN fight when he quite clearly complains about Peter coming home with someone ELSE ie. not him, and it clearly upset Balthazar a lot and now he’s realised that he’s just done the same to Peter as Peter had to watch him with some other guy.

Either way, Balthazar should stop listening to his friends telling him not to care about Peter and stopping him from talking to him and taking care of him because if they keep failing to clear they air after this kind of stuff then it’s just gonna build and build and build. And just because Peter drank himself sick doesn’t make him a bad person undeserving of having someone make sure he’s ok the next morning; Balthazar gets to care about his wellbeing without it being a negative.