nats rambles


I met a dude on the SBaHJ fan-forum
Where I was trolling while he adored ‘em
Turns out we lived in the same state
But he was destined to move far away
Where the air is humid and the internet is shit
And where anyone can be an Indiana Jones counterfeit
He likes it though, the crazy son of a bitch
And maybe it’s better he can’t hear my throat hitch
Every time he texts me less-than three
This romantic bullshit is less than me
But greater than you, and you, and yes, you too
I’m in love with Jake English, fuck your crew



Someone edited R.E.M.’s “Losing My Religion” to be in major instead of minor and it is absurd.

shepurrd  asked:

For the character writing meme, could you do Liam? I've been trying to write some stuff but have had some problems getting in his head space :|

@shepurrd I understand this feeling! I find Liam pretty tricky to write as well – hopefully these tips help in some way because goodness knows the world needs more Liam content. 

@keroseem I have, but! Always willing to spread around the Liam love. :>

1. Motivations: Liam, at his core, is an idealist: he had a perfectly loving family back home, a decent job, things were pretty good, but he wanted to be making a bigger impact, doing something that mattered.  He has a vision for the universe which involves everyone getting along and working together to succeed and is so disgruntled at the way things were back home that he wanted a blank slate. He’s not a particularly patient person and believes that doing the right thing is more important than doing the thing correctly, which results in a lot of the conflicts that he experiences in the first half of the game. Definitely not a ‘rules and regulations’ type of man, but he at least means well. (Does he ever!) 

And even though his views keep being challenged (e.g., they end up in Andromeda, people end up being the same anyway), he doesn’t ever give up his fundamental beliefs; he really is the kind of person who’ll hold onto his ideals until the very end. He does, however, promise to take less risks and communicate more after the culmination of his loyalty mission. In a way, in gaining Liam’s loyalty, the implication is that Liam trusts that the Pathfinder will listen to him and give him the resources to tackle the issues that he sees. Which makes one kind of wonder how much of that support Liam had (or didn’t have) in the past.

2. Character: Liam is often praised for being really in-touch with his emotions. It’s not often we see men in fiction (especially men of color) who are emotional as he is, and it’s really refreshing. A lot of the time, especially in this genre, men are often written as emotionally-stunted; they shove down their sadness, they’re ignorant to the feelings of their friends and acquaintances, they can only express anger. While this is pretty reflective of the way society raises boys to be, it’s just…really nice!! to see something different in Liam Kosta. 

That being said, being in-tune with his emotions doesn’t mean he’s perfectly in control of everything ever. He doesn’t hide his sadness (the man is a crier!), doesn’t hide his rage (see: that scene in the prologue where he just keeps shooting at the dead kett), nor his happiness (just… look at his entire romance path). He feels his emotions intensely, recognises them, experiences them, and most importantly, is not ashamed of them.

3. Voice: The last time I’ve written a British character was in my Potterhead days, and Liam has a really… casual way of speaking that I personally find difficult to nail. I often find myself listening to clips from the game as I write him to try and get the cadence right, and imagine his voice saying the dialogue. Instead of vexing myself over my word choice, a lot of the time I will just write some dummy dialogue and go back over it and edit it to sound more ‘Liam-like’ once I’m done with a particular scene. 

It definitely helps with immersion to use Britishisms when writing Liam, so keeping one’s self familiar with the common ones would come in handy! If you have a Londoner in your general circle of acquaintance I find they are often willing and ready to go into a two-hour spiel of things they miss and love about their home so you can use that as inspiration if you have access to such a resource. (This last part is a bit tongue-in-cheek, my main boss at work is a London man born-and-raised and has no idea how much his rants have been fuelling me lately…) 

In conclusion, it turns out I actually had more to say than I anticipated, but if anyone wants to add on to this please do, because I welcome any and all insight into the way Liam Kosta’s brain works.

Love Divided Ch. 2 (Peter Parker x reader)

Hello lovelies! I hope you’re having a good day, I’m trying to sort my life out so that I’m not flat out broke once the expo comes along, so wish me luck! Anyways, here’s the next chapter of “Love Divided” and I hope you enjoy. xoxo

Description:The brewing conflict between Tony and Steve are finally surfacing, causing everyone to choose a side. The heat within the team is rising, and everyone is beginning to realize what is to come. What happens when your relationship with Peter is divided? Will you choose your love? Or your morals?

Warnings: Cursing

Chapter 1


Hot tears silently streaked down your cheeks as you turned away from his room, letting your hand fall to your side. Could you ever forgive yourself? But, maybe the two of you would be together again when things got better. Well, you could only hope so. 

You walked down the hall back to your room to change. In your luggage was a black hat, some sunglasses, and a maroon hoodie. You swapped your outfit out for a more civilian one and slipped out the hotel, keeping your head down to avoid the security guards around your car that knew your face too well. The building where the conference was being held wasn’t too far away, so you decided to avoid as much conversation as possible, you would just walk. 

As you rounded the corner, the tall government building was in full view. There were journalists gathered at the entrance, trying to catch anybody for any information on the conference before they went inside. The road was blocked; the news vans were cluttering both sides of the streets with cameras set up everywhere. You slipped under the caution tape to weave your way through, making sure to keep yourself from being noticed. On the other side on the blocked off street section was a small cafe, and you decided that was where you would observe the signing from. 

Following you from above was Redwing who was going to give you full visual and audio of the conference by hovering just outside the window. You pulled back the sleeve of your jacket, revealing a watch that gave you a live feed of what the drone was seeing. And frankly, the first person you saw was Peter. 

“Mr. Stark, where’s F/N? Did she say she was coming? She did come on the trip with us..” Peter was beginning to ramble as he paced back in forth, wringing his hands together. 

“I’m sure she’s fine, Peter.” Tony wasn’t going to lie to him, nor was he going to tell him the truth. It pained him to see you both being put in this situation, and he partly blamed himself for it. Nevertheless, he was to keep his promise to you and not say a thing about you not coming. “You should stop pacing. People are beginning to stare.” He shifted his eyes around the room, trying to take the topic off of you. 

“Oh, sorry. When does this thing start?” Once he stopped, he in turn began tapping his foot frantically. He pushed back the sleeve of his suit to check the time. Just as Peter was about to ramble, Nat joined the conversation. 

“Peter, what are you so jittery about?” She raised her eyebrow at him, her arms crossed over her chest. In her heart, she knew why, but she also promised you to keep her mouth shut. 

“I’m getting worried about, F/N. If she doesn’t come then…” He took a moment, realizing what was going to happen. He thought back to what he said to you all those weeks ago. “Then we’re through…” His eyes became wide with fear, and he forced his tears back. 

Tony and Nat both looked grim, they didn’t want you two to fall out, but each of them knew the circumstances around the situation, and knew that you were making the best choice for yourself, even if it meant going against them. Even if it meant going against Peter. Before anybody could say anything else, the King of Wakanda took to the podium. All of them took their seats in the middle of the front row. And still, Peter was constantly turning his head to scan the room for you. 

“Thank you all for coming…” 

You watched Peter’s every move. It felt like someone was slowly ripping your heart out as you watched him pace in front of Tony, watching as your name inaudibly fell from his lips. By the pained looks on Nat and Tony’s faces, you knew it was about you. Your tears began to slowly blur your vision underneath your sunglasses. You took them off, wiping away your tears. People began glancing over at you, taking a double take as they passed. 

“Shit.” You quickly regained your composure and fitted the glasses back onto your face. The waiter brought over a cup of coffee and you mindlessly prepared it to your liking, watching the conference intently with your earbuds in. 

“Thank you all for coming, and thank you especially to some of the Avengers for attending. It’s truly a shame that not all of you attended.” The King of Wakanda shifted his eyes to the empty seat next to your sweetheart, and Peter diverted his eyes to the floor. “The Accords are a peacekeeping method to ensure that both the governments of the world and the Avengers can work in harmon-” 

Your watch went black when you heard a resounding boom from across the street. You stood up from your table, gaping at the explosion. Someone had bombed the conference. 

“Fuck.” You covered your mouth with your hand, making your way towards the building. It suddenly hit you. “Peter!” You screamed, making a run for the building entrance. You slipped past all the journalists, but just as you were about to grab the door handle, a guard stopped you. 

“Excuse me ma’am, but you can’t go in there! It’s not safe!” He pushed you back away from the building. You threw off your hat and glasses, revealing your identity. 

“Get out of my way.” You glared at him, and he stepped aside, ashamed that he did not recognize you. Your feet pounded up the stairs, jogging up to the 34th floor. You choked on air as you flung yourself from flight to flight. Some cabinet members were stumbling past you, covered in dust and blood. 

“Peter! Nat! Tony!” You reached the room that was blown in half. You scanned the room for their bodies. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You took fistfuls of your hair, your eyes wide with fear. 

“F/N…” Tony was leaning against the back wall, blood trickling down the side of his face. You rushed over to him, throwing his arm over your shoulder. “No, no.. don’t worry about me. I can get myself down.” His breaths were extremely labored, each one a struggle with all the dust in the air. “Get Peter.. he needs you more.” You nodded, helping him the rest of the way up, trying to find where Peter’s seat would have been. 

“Peter!” Your voice echoed through the hollow room, the sounds of sirens getting closer. You got no reply. “Holy fuck…” On the floor just at the edge of the crumbling building was Peter. His body was limp and bent in an unnatural position. It seemed like the world suddenly was moving in slow motion as you ran down to him, pulling his body away from the edge. “Peter, oh God.” Hot tears began to sting your eyes. “Please, no.” You cradled his head against your chest, sobbing. His face was cut up and bleeding, a spot of red soaking through his suit. “Don’t die on me. You can’t do this.” You threw your head back to the sky, screaming. 

“Mmm…” Peter groaned, just loud enough for you to hear. He was still alive. He was breathing. Peter was still mostly unconscious, but he was still here. You lifted him up and tossed him across your shoulders, making the 34 flight trek back down to the ambulances. 

“Come on, Peter. Hang in there.” You seethed through your teeth, your muscles beginning to burn. Paramedics were making their way up the stairs and when they saw you carrying someone, they quickly rolled a gurney to the bottom of the stairs for you to put him on. They hooked him up to tons of machines and fluids as they placed him in the ambulance. 

“Ma’am, are you coming?” The paramedic was leaning out the door, raising his eyebrows at you. You debated whether that was a good idea or not, knowing that when he woke up, that he wouldn’t be too happy. But you nodded anyways and got into the ambulance. As the building became a small tower stack in the distance, you turned your attention to Peter, taking his hand. You brought it up to your lips, gently pressing a kiss against it. 

The paramedics were putting pressure on his wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. There was something wet on your shoulder and you realized that it was his blood. His hands started becoming colder, and his heart rate began to drop. 

“No, no, no, no.” The tears were blurring your vision again. “Don’t do this. Please, please, please don’t leave me.” You sobbed, covering your mouth with your hands. 

Just when you thought things might have been alright, they took a turn for the worst. The paramedic’s next words seemed to stop your heart just the same. 

“He’s flat lining…”

I hope you enjoyed it! I’m going to write and post the next chapter of “Run Away Baby” when I get home, so get ready! I love you all, you’re amazing. Have a wonderful rest of your day xoxo



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heyo !! i was tagged by @hazyphil !! tysm honeybun ;-((

rules: answer the twenty questions and tag twenty amazing followers you’d like to get to know better !

name: cassiopeia

nicknames: cass + cassie + ass love u em

zodiac sign: aries

height: 5′1 ;-(

orientation: who knows honestly

nationality: i was born in the us but m half honduran + half argentinian !! basically im hispanic jdkhfjf

favourite fruit: probably peaches n mangoes n strawberries n waterme-

favourite season: mm i think autumn !!

favourite book: currently everything, everything by nicola yoon + a darker shade of magic by v.e. schwab

favourite flower: daisies + sunflowers + waterlilies + lots of others :-)

favorite scent: you know when you’re in a forest n everything smells so clean n fresh n pure ?? probably that smell

favourite colour: changes really often but it’s currently green !

favourite animal: mm idk !! all animals r cute ;-((((

coffee | tea | hot cocoa: all three dkghjd

average sleep hours: anywhere from No sleep to Too Much sleep rippo

cat or dog person: both hjfghjsd i Can’t choose

favourite fictional character: winnie the pooh :-(

number of blankets you sleep with: mm depends on how hot it is n stuff

dream trip: i’d love to just travel all around the world !! there’s just so many things to see and do and hear and appreciate and experience and i just !!!! i’d really love to go with someone i really care about so i dunno !! maybe it’ll happen someday :-(

blog created: late last year !!

number of followers: as many as u want me to have ;-) but m actually p close to my nxt hundred #nospon

random fact: i have a heart shaped vein on my right hand n i think its p coolio

i tag: @artistphil @theylikeboys @2009tweets @creatiivity@2k17rebrand @moosehat @pjlester @softrebrand @editinqtips @starryhtml @qanhowell @vloggery @dinofrebrand @phillybeans @florallylester @philester @cloudyphilip @blushinglester @disgustinglygay @sleeplessphilip

ofc u don’t have to do it if u don’t want to !! <3

My parents HATE overwatch because it takes up our entire wifi whenever my brother goes online and when I bought myself the new Zelda my mom was like “can I watch Netflix? or are you playing” and I was like no, no don’t worry it doesn’t take up internet. and she was so relieved and started walking towards the TV in her room and I was like “you want to watch it out here? I can switch to the handheld mode” and she was so impressed that she could watch Master Chef next to me while I played my game. Nintendo is truly the family system.

reasons molotov jukebox should be your new problematic faves

● their lead singer is natalia tena (y'know, tonks from harry potter and osha from game of thrones) and she plays the goddamn accordion
● bUT their semi-famous lead singer isn’t even the main selling point of the band
● really great music. like really great. in a wide range of styles and genres but always upbeat with lyrics that can be quite dark
● their albums are completely crowd-funded and you get rewards for whatever you contribute
● it also means that they have so much time for their fans and will speak to everyone who waits to see them after gigs and they’re v generous with hugs and compliments
● gigs are (in my opinion) underpriced so you can have a really great experience without bankrupting yourself
● they give out chocolates and pineapples at very gig for the best dancers/best dressed
● their aim is to “make you feel like you’re on holiday for an hour and a half”
● the entire band are feminists and give some of the proceeds from their albums to international women’s charities
● honestly this band is so underrated

bucky tweeting things like this and steve getting all jealous bc he can’t see that they’re about him:

*no offense but i wanna kiss your neck
*ideal date: stargazing, forehead kisses & justice
*how to break someone: love them & say nothing
* [vague tweets in russian, about unrequited love]
*i’m sorry, i love you. i’m sorry i never told you
* [self depreciating memes about being single]
*should’ve kissed you that night
*your lips on my skin, my name on your lips
* @notyournat re: date tell your friend i’m busy
*all those things i didn’t say, god i wish we could go back
*date idea: hold my hand at the aviation museum
*wanna show the world you’re mine but you don’t know it yet
*need your hands on my hips, your fingers in my hair
*this could be our song, we could be something
*how to unlove someone: you can’t
*RT if you’re still not over him
*RT if you support lgbt+ in the military
*i’m yours i’m yours i’m yours
* @wingslikefalcons @buckysbarnes man idc about your love life, tell steve
* @itsstarkbaby @buckysbarnes susan, 6:30, short blonde/your type, don’t be late
* @itsstarkbaby re: can’t, training with steve

until finally:
* @thatsrogerstoyou @buckysbarnes nat told me, jerk. always loved you. date @730 don’t be late

  • Listening to Marina & The Diamonds in your teens: [eight page dissertation on Electra Heart's place as a projection of ego and forced feminine power in the face of male oppression, juxtaposed with the current feminist landscape]
  • Listening to Marina & The Diamonds in your twenties: *pouring myself a shot of cough syrup* bitch me too, the fuck

okay but please can we talk about how adorable sleepy stiles is? like one day in the future when lydia and stiles share an apartment together and it’s really cold outside and stiles is out late and comes home when lydia’s already in her pyjamas in the livingroom watching a movie and he’s so tired and so glad to be with her again so he just flops on the couch and snuggles to her, his limbs tangling everywhere completely entrapping her and she starts to protest bc he’s cold form the outside and dirty from the whole day but he just buries his face into her neck and mumbles something about how warm and comfy she is and then his lips brush her collarbone when he sighs happily and lydia can’t help but smile because her dumb boyfriend is so damn adorable and she loves him so much and even though the position they’re in will get really uncomfortable real soon she doesn’t care a bit so she just strokes his hair as he falls asleep and idk okay i have a lot of emotions rn okay good night