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The Rant So Ranty It Needed Its Own Post

I’m working on the Act 20 summary right now. I typed all this out, and then looked at my post and realized it was turning into less funny summary and more actual pissed off rant.

USUALLY A GOOD SIGN THAT IT NEEDS ITS OWN POST SO HERE YOU GO

To save time I’m just going to cut and paste, so you may find the start a little jarring, but just roll with it.

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Anyway, I ignore all this and encourage you to do the same. BUT WAIT ENDYMION STILL HAS SEVERAL HUNDRED PAGES OF SHIT TO TELL US. He goes on to say – and I’m going to include the image here because I’m about to go off on it:

The people of Earth have lived together harmoniously until now, living and prospering under the Silver Crystal. I’M NOT SURE WHY THAT’S SUPPOSED TO BE MORE COMFORTING THAN TERRIFYING BUT FINE.

“Now let me tell you about Nemesis,” Endymion drones. Minako examines her notes. Dicks cover every inch of the paper. She turns to a fresh page.

They’ve only “recently” were able to verify its existence, and one of the key details Endymion notes about it is that “the planet was emitting a large amount of negative energy.” Now you might think any reasonable, advanced utopian society might dedicate their near-infinite lives to study and research, to learning and understanding. A new planet! Weird energy! Potentially dangerous, but what a fantastic opportunity! Right?

HELL NO LET’S AUSTRALIA UP THIS MOTHERFUCKER

ALSO – RECORD SCRATCH – WHAT WAS THAT YOU JUST SAID YOU LAVENDER BASTARD

“For the last few centuries, the planet Nemesis has been being used as a penal colony for those who would have otherwise received the death penalty for their crimes.”

WHAT ABOUT YOUR FUCKING “PEOPLE OF EARTH LIVING TOGETHER HARMONIOUSLY UNTIL NOW” PROPAGANDA BULLSHIT COMRADE

CLEARLY THAT’S NOT THE FUCKING CASE BUT LET ME TAKE THIS SHIT FURTHER FOR YOU

Because as the GODDAMN RULING MONARCHES FOR A THOUSAND YEARS, guess who makes the laws? Guess who makes the penalty for those laws?

YOU ASSHOLES ARE THE ONES THAT NOT ONLY DECLARED SOMETHING A CRIME BUT DECLARED THE PUNISHMENT FOR IT WAS DEATH

THEN HAD ENOUGH PEOPLE COMMITTING THAT CRIME THAT YOU NEEDED A GODDAMN PLANET-SIZED PENAL COLONY FOR THEM ALL

And when maybe someone stopped and said “Well, you know, perhaps this isn’t the best idea” – AFTER WHAT YOU YOURSELF ADMIT WERE CENTURIES OF THIS PRACTICE – you just “forget” about it. All these people you condemned to a planet whose only definite characteristic was that it omitted so much negative energy it was flashing a neon “EXIT HERE FOR EVIL” sign, and after hundreds and hundreds of years of dumping untold quantities of people there for a crime YOU GUYS ALONE decided WAS a crime warranting this punishment, you “forgot” about it.

I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO EXPRESS THE LEVELS OF WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK I HAVE WITHIN ME RIGHT NOW

YOU KNOW WHAT I’D FUCKING REBEL AGAINST YOU ASSHOLES TOO

So I guess thanks for making me so pissed at the characters I love with all my heart that on hearing the backstory and motivation from THEIR PERSPECTIVE, I’m like “Yeah, you know? Good on the Black Moon!“

I AM CHOOSING TEAM DEMANDE OVER TEAM USAGI YOU GUYS

Jesus fucking wept, this is so ill-thought and poorly considered. I hate the manga so much.

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Inquisitor x Cullen - at the Winter Palace.


I was going to do a cute gifset for you @ferelden-doglord but I couldn’t find Dorian lurking around anywhere, and I got so caught up with Cully wully I had to do this one instead. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

But if you want one, just tell me who and I’ll do one for you ♥

starrifymyheart  asked:

i just wanted to say that after reading your explanation for the magical plant au, i am very disappointed in you. and also very much wondering where this is going to go next. (i'm 128% invested in this au but actually what gave you this idea)

I know, I’m disappointed in myself tbh but it all started when I went to stay with @notallballs for a few days. That’s not to say it’s entirely her fault - we’re both equally to blame for this hot mess of an AU. Me more than her since I may have been the one to mention the curiosity that is this Daichi/Tentacle fic (super duper content warning, please read the tags!!), which I came across a long time ago on my internet travels but was too chicken to read on my own. 

Curiosity really did kill this pussycat…

I’m not really sure how much I can share about the actual plot at this point since we’re still in the early stages of developing it but we’ve been chucking around such delightful phrases as “gentle dom plant!Iwa” and “heartfelt, emotional tentacle porn” and “prehensile vine dick”. It will definitely have it’s cute and sappy moments because you know what I’m like with my soft iwaois, I really can’t resist, but I’mma be totally honest with you guys, it’s gonna get hella weird all up in here. 

Before anyone panics: everything on this blog will remain completely sfw, okay? I’m fully expecting to lose a few followers over this because I know it’s some freaky deaky bullshit that not everyone is here for, but anything explicit will go on the side blog _(:3」∠)_

Now excuse me, I believe my bath of holy water is ready. 

Oh, neighbour says their cat is missing? Oh no, what a shame. Anything could have happened to it. Could be dead, stolen, just run off forever … 

Or it’s at the humane society because someone called them to come pick up a “stray” that was in their yard. They were oh so worried it would hurt their dogs.

… It was me. Yeah, I called. Letting your cat free-roam is technically illegal here. So obviously any free-roaming cat is a stray. Obviously. 

Like add another reason for keeping your cat contained. Your asshole neighbours who will 100% call the bylaw ‘cause your cat is out in -7 weather. 

Any european: I love my country, long live my country!
Americans: Wow dude cut out your nationalistic bullshit hell your country is not above any other!
Also americans: LONG LIVE MURICA!!!! MAKE 4TH OF JULY AN INTERNATIONAL HOLIDAY!!!! MURICA!! GREATEST!!! COUNTRY!!! EVER!!!!!

I joked about this on twitter and somehow it got a lot longer than I intended. Thanks to Mr. Ackles for the Awkwardville quote. Perceived MCD for a second but no one is dead, I promise. 3.4k. on AO3


Dean shouts a warning too late and the spell hits Cas like fireworks.

The witch doesn’t get another word out before Sam runs him through. The blade is rusted. Cas’s name echoes, a lamentation, through the moon-streaked forest.


Dean crouches in the dirt beside the charred remains of Cas’s coat and suit, still smoking from the blast. There’s nothing left of him–no blood, no skin, not even the usual stench of burning hair. With trembling fingers, Dean combs through the pile to retrieve Cas’s badge.

He feels a strange emptiness, hollowness in his chest. He squeezes the badge until it hurts, to make certain he’s still alive. The pain is real, and therefore so is he. He isn’t dreaming.

Sam has knelt down beside him and murmurs something. He puts a hand on Dean’s back and rubs the way you might console a child. There’s a sound Dean doesn’t recognize: a deep, horrible moan. Someone is sobbing. It takes a minute to realize it’s him.

He lets Sam console him, lets him drag Dean’s face to his shoulder.


“We should get going,” Sam says when Dean has quieted. The horizon is beginning to burn with morning. Sam walks toward it. Wordlessly, Dean stands up to follow. His eyes are dry. He gives a final glance to the ashes and gasps to find they’re being watched.

A small black and white cat, frozen above the coat in mid-sniff, stares at him. Dean stares back. The cat is missing a tail but appears in good health. It sits beside the pile, keeping its eyes on Dean, and when it tilts its head, some part of him just knows.

“Cas?”

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The storm was really giving it everything it had. This was its big chance. It had spent years hanging around the provinces, putting in some useful work as a squall, building up experience, making contacts, occasionally leaping out on unsuspecting shepherds or blasting quite small oak trees. Now an opening in the weather had given it an opportunity to strut its hour, and it was building up its role in the hope of being spotted by one of the big climates.
It was a good storm. There was quite effective projection and passion there, and critics agreed that if it would learn to control its thunder it would be, in years to come, a storm to watch.
The woods roared their applause and were full of mists and flying leaves.
—  Terry Pratchett  -  “Wyrd Sisters”