never seen this one either


turn off the lights and turn off the shyness
‘cause all of our moves make up for the silence

For Ever

_What are you?

-I’m a Duck?
_a Duck? What do you do?
_I like to swim, eat and I love my mommy!
_Oh! Me too… I am a Duck too!
_I’ve never a Duck like you!
_I’ve never seen one like you either?
_…. Man.. you’re right!
_For Ever!


¾ of Queen, a study in beards

relics007  asked:

Can you show me evidence on how Ike is canonically gay?

First there’s the extended Japanese version of PoR and RD, which emphasize the Soren/Ike relationship even more and has Ike clarify to Elincia that he isn’t interested in her and only sees her as his employer. His convos with Micaiah also rly cutely lampshade the parallel between Micaiah/Sothe and Ike/Soren.

The downside of the Japanese version is that it makes Ike’s and Soren’s relationship come across a bit like a stereotypical Seme/Uke thing to me imo (Soren is even more adoring of Ike in it and acts even more submissive towards him, while Ike acts more dominant and “manly” towards him) but it’s the source material so it counts. At least his relationship with Ranulf is on more equal grounds.

Second, there’s the paired endings Ike has with either Soren or Ranulf in RD that follows the same pattern other Lord romance endings prior to RD do. He ends up eloping with either one of them, never to be seen again.

The amount of work needed to unlock Ike’s ending with Soren and their infamous last convo is also worthy of note. You have to finish the game twice with an A support with Soren to get this ending. The conversation is even gayer in the Japanese version too, and thats saying something hahahaha

Aaaaand finally, look for the official Fire Emblem Radiant Dawn art book. There’s a translation by a blog named kantopia if I remember correctly? If not, then you should find it on Livejournal. On Ike’s info page, the designer writes that “Ike isn’t interested in the charms of women”.

EDIT: The quote on that drawing is from the actual in-game Japanese dialogue from Ike and Soren’s A support. Ike actually says that and it’s not even the mushiest thing he ever said to Soren either.

EDIT EDIT: Agh so it has been brought to my attention that note on Ike and women isnt in the RD artbook but in either the 20th or 25th anniversary encyclopedia/artbook

It’s in the artbook that talks a lot about the transgender character that was cut by localization, is been ages since I last looked for it. Also, if you find the page about how Ranulf “isn’t gay”, please make sure to read Amielleon’s comments on dreamwidth about it! It’s apparently not as black/white as we in the west would see it.

Sansa bit her lip and nodded. Arya lowered her face to stare sullenly at her plate. She could feel tears stinging her eyes. She rubbed them away angrily, determined not to cry. (Arya II, AGOT)

When the bar was down, Arya finally felt safe enough to cry. (Arya II, AGOT)

It was the scariest thing she’d ever done. She wanted to run and hide, but she made herself walk across the yard, slowly, putting one foot in front of the other as if she had all the time in the world and no reason to be afraid of anyone. She thought she could feel their eyes, like bugs crawling on her skin under her clothes. Arya never looked up. If she saw them watching, all her courage would desert her, she knew, and she would drop the bundle of clothes and run and cry like a baby, and then they would have her. She kept her gaze on the ground. By the time she reached the shadow of the royal sept on the far side of the yard, Arya was cold with sweat, but no one had raised the hue and cry.  (Arya IV, AGOT)

Two of the guardsmen were dicing together while the third walked rounds, his hand on the pommel of his sword. Ashamed to let them see her crying like a baby, she stopped to rub at her eyes. Her eyes her eyes her eyes, why did … (Arya V, AGOT)

She could not have said how she got back to Flea Bottom, but she was breathing hard by the time she reached the narrow crooked unpaved streets between the hills. The Bottom had a stench to it, a stink of pigsties and stables and tanner’s sheds, mixed in with the sour smell of winesinks and cheap whorehouses. Arya wound her way through the maze dully. It was not until she caught a whiff of bubbling brown coming through a pot-shop door that she realized her pigeon was gone. It must have slipped from her belt as she ran, or someone had stolen it and she’d never noticed. For a moment she wanted to cry again. She’d have to walk all the way back to the Street of Flour to find another one that plump. (Arya V, AGOT)

Everyone was moving in the same direction, all in a hurry to see what the ringing was all about. The bells seemed louder now, clanging, calling. Arya joined the stream of people. Her thumb hurt so bad where the nail had broken that it was all she could do not to cry. She bit her lip as she limped along, listening to the excited voices around her. (Arya V, AGOT)

She had cried in her sleep the night before, dreaming of her father. Come morning, she’d woken red-eyed and dry, and could not have shed another tear if her life had hung on it. (Arya I, ACOK)

I won’t, Arya thought stubbornly, but when Yoren laid the wood against the back of her bare thighs, the shriek burst out of her anyway. “Think that hurt?” he said. “Try this one.” The stick came whistling. Arya shrieked again, clutching the tree to keep from falling. “One more.” She held on tight, chewing her lip, flinching when she heard it coming. The stroke made her jump and howl. I won’t cry, she thought, I won’t do that. I’m a Stark of Winterfell, our sigil is the direwolf, direwolves don’t cry. She could feel a thin trickle of blood running down her left leg. Her thighs and cheeks were ablaze with pain. “Might be I got your attention now,” Yoren said. “Next time you take that stick to one of your brothers, you’ll get twice what you give, you hear me? Now cover yourself.” (Arya I, ACOK)

He was going to take me home, she thought as they dug the old man’s hole. There were too many dead to bury them all, but Yoren at least must have a grave, Arya had insisted. He was going to bring me safe to Winterfell, he promised. Part of her wanted to cry. The other part wanted to kick him. (Arya V, ACOK)

“But one guard won’t be enough, we need to kill them all to open the cell.” Arya bit her lip hard to stop from crying. “I want you to save the northmen like I saved you.” (Arya IX, ACOK)

She looked at their filthy hair and scraggly beards and reddened eyes, at their dry, cracked, bleeding lips. Wolves, she thought again. Like me. Was this her pack? How could they be Robb’s men? She wanted to hit them. She wanted to hurt them. She wanted to cry. They all seemed to be looking at her, the living and the dead alike. The old man had squeezed three fingers out between the bars. “Water,” he said, “water.” (Arya V, ASOS)

Arya had never heard of Old King Andahar. She’d never seen a horse with two heads either, especially not one who could run on water, but she knew better than to ask. She held her tongue and sat stiff as the Hound turned the stallion’s head and trotted along the ridgeline, following the river downstream. At least the rain was at their backs this way. She’d had enough of it stinging her eyes half-blind and washing down her cheeks like she was crying. Wolves never cry, she reminded herself again. (Arya IX, ASOS)

before the game, part three

a/n: read part one here and part two here. you guys asked for this, so here it is! i hope y’all like it. as always, feel free to like/comment/reblog or send me a message telling me what you think about it! :-)

“One more!” Liam yells excitedly, bouncing around the living room.

“No more,” his mom says. “I hate to be the bad guy, but it’s already past your bedtime.”

“But I want to hang out with Roman,” he pouts adorably.

It’s been a month since five-year-old Liam and Roman met before one of Dortmund’s games – and they’ve almost become inseparable since then. Roman comes over twice a week to give him goalkeeping lessons but he’s also started to come over more often, just to hang out with Liam (and his mom, who Roman just started dating. They haven’t told Liam yet, but they’re pretty sure he’ll be happy about it).

There was no goalkeeping lesson today, Roman just wanted to spend time with both of them. So they ate dinner (pizza, Liam’s favorite food) and watched A Series of Unfortunate Events (Liam’s favorite TV show, but his mom is worried it might be too much for a five-year-old). And now he wants to watch one more episode, even though it’s already 30 minutes past his bedtime.

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My school’s 7th-12th grade art room (it’s a k-12 school so) is an absolute horror show. Like, I was going through all of the paint with some people to find some white because I swear we have every color but black and white.

So, we’re digging through and we go down to this shelf that I have NEVER touched, and I have never seen anybody, including the art teacher, ever touch either. And this one guy pulls out this little mini toolbox, and we’re like “ooh what’s in it”. So of course, we opened it. 

And I’m not joking you guys here, the WAVE OF STENCH that came from that toolbox was DISGUSTING. It smelled like moldy cheese and dead rat and rust and anything disgusting you can think of. There was also a weird piece of metal that had “she’s falling save her falling falling save me save me” carved into it which was also mildly terrifying. 

So then, after we couldn’t handle the smell anymore (like I almost actually vomited I couldn’t handle it anymore) we closed it up, shoved it back into the depths of hell where it came from, and proceeded to have a good few rounds of Smash Bros. on this kids Gamecube that he brought in. No teachers noticed the entire time. 

So yeah. We can find that shit in that art room, but god forbid you try to find a glue stick or some scissors. 

Colors (Part 17) [Min Yoongi x Reader]

Originally posted by sugakookie

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 /Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13  / Part 14 / Part 15  / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 

M A S T E R L I S T 

Genre : Mafia/gang AU (M)

November rain falls through the tattered grey sky like bullets of a pellet gun, hammering the earth and its inhabitants mercilessly. Min Yoongi stands near the window and listens to the rain battering the roof above his head and the window through which he looks at the world dancing below him. People are lost lambs running here there, shielding themselves up with their open umbrellas and looking for a safe space. But to him it’s ‘just rain’. It cleans and purifies, washes away our sins from yesterday, gives us a new beginning.

Rain is sad but rain is fulfilling.

He opens the window, just a little and puts his hand out to touch it.

The sleeve of his shirt starts to get soaked and he doesn’t really care. The sweet smell of rain pours in through the small crack; it’s so full of earth; he inhales it all at once. If he could keep some of it in a jar forever, he would take it with him everywhere. His bed room though always smelled like bitter perfume and cigarette smoke, the air was so thick sometimes he felt like he was choking on it.  And when he couldn’t breathe anymore he just had to get out. He would always leave without a word to anyone; wander around town for hours and hours.

A few days ago he didn’t come back home and stayed out all night just watching the stars. That night Min Yoongi saw the whole universe moving above his head, a sky freckled with so many stars he didn’t even knew existed.  In Seoul the only ‘stars’ you saw were on posters with a twinkling smile. He felt like a small kid who had just seen a real tiger for the first time, except, he has never actually seen one of those either. He has never even been to a zoo or an aquarium, even an amusement park.

On that day, Min Yoongi came to realize how sad his childhood truly was. He was never deprived of any of his materialistic needs. But now that he looks back, a little bit of affection would’ve shaped him into a better human being. He only had a brute for a father and a mother who disappeared from his life, never showed her face again..  He doesn’t really have a fond memory of being happy, like ever and that’s a bit depressing.

Jimin had found him that morning, sitting on a park bench looking all morose.

“Hyung” Yoongi, hearing that familiar voice, had looked back. The boy looked concerned. He always cared too much.

“I watched the stars all night” Yoongi had told Jimin. Jimin sat beside him, a hood over his head and hands shoved deep in the sweatshirts pocket.

“And how’s your ‘path to rediscovery’ going hyung?”

Yoongi had scoffed.

“I’m still looking for inner peace. One of these days I’ll find it.. I think I should just shave my head, it’ll help with the flow of thoughts and new ideas-”

“Don’t worry about that… You dye your hair so much it will fall off on its own.”

They both ended up laughing and sharing a cigarette before walking home together.  Another thing Min Yoongi learned that day was the true meaning of ‘Existential crises, as he was standing right in the middle of it.

Yoongi hears the bed creaking behind him, while he’s still staring out, he doesn’t really make an effort to turn and look at the cause of it. He’s more interested in the outside world; the streets down there have turned into a river of dirt, flowing from one street to another.  

“Come back to bed” he then hears a sleepy voice behind him. But he chooses to ignore it “Why did you open the window? It’s so cold. Close the window and come back to bed”

He finally turns and looks at the person sprawled on his bed.

Minah sleeps without any manners, she doesn’t sleep on her side she sleeps on both – right in the middle.  But that’s not the only problem; Looking at her just brings back the taste of last night’s whiskey and regret in Yoongi’s mouth. He hates that aftertaste; it’s bitter and burns a pit in his stomach. Her face is covered with her long blonde locks and she’s wearing his t-shirt.

He rolls his eyes and walks past the bed towards the bathroom.

Min Yoongi washes up quickly, runs his finger through his messy hair and studies himself in the mirror. He finds a stranger staring back at him: With tired baggy eyes and face covered in fading bruises. His hair is no longer a shade of green, it’s not any shade at all. It’s just black - Plain, colorless black. He can’t remember the last time he saw his hair in its natural form. He noticed how his skin looked too pale under the burning fluorescent light in the bathroom.  He looked like he was glowing. It was becoming harder and harder for Yoongi to recognize himself these days.

Yoongi steps out of the bathroom, Minah was still sleeping - thankfully. He looks around for his jacket, finds it under a heap of clothes and exits out of the room.

The moment he stepped out of that room a strong smell of fresh coffee wafted through the air and hit his nose buds. His feet automatically chased the source of it which led him to the kitchen. Jimin sat near the dining table reading a book.  He looked up at his hyung once and then went back to reading.  

Yoongi found a mug and poured himself some of the bitter caffeine, sat on the chair in front of Jimin and sipped it quietly.

“We have to move” Jimin decides to speak first, snapping Yoongi out of his peaceful train of thoughts. “We’ve been here for almost a month. It’s time to move hyung”

Yoongi brings the cup up to his lips, first taking in its smell and then tasting it slowly. Jimin always made the best coffee.

“Okay. If you want to-” Yoongi said, sounding a wee- bit disinterested.

“Namjoon already bought Yung-shin, his men are looking for us like hounds. Your father is hunting us down too. Ho-seok and I are his top fucking priority right now. We need to move out of here quickly-”

“Have you found Taehyung’s location? Where is that asshole hiding?”

“No, not yet..but don’t worry. We’ll find him soon, he’ll eventually come running back to us hyung. Where else could he go?” Jimin said drinking his coffee, turning his attention towards the book again.

“I’ll make all the arrangements to move out ASAP. We’ll be stronger if we’re together, right?”  

Yoongi finished his coffee and got up to leave.

“..Hyung, I need to tell you something else. It’s important.” Yoongi sighed. He was really getting bored of this conversation; one, he was craving a cigarette and two, he promised to see Choi, the old man they owed ten grand to. He and choi were ‘friends’ now, a strange bond formed over drinking together every other day.

He sat down; literally fell on the seat, to show Jimin how disinterested he really was right now.

“What?” Yoongi asked him. Jimin spoke in his body language way louder than his words; Yoongi noticed how he straightened his back and leaned ahead on the table, he looks around nervously, as if looking for the right words to say. He looked like a doctor who was just about to give some really bad news to his patient.

“Hyung..It’s about Y/n.

Yoongi lazily slumped back on his chair; hearing that name after almost a month, still for some reason brought a burning sensation in his chest. He could feel – no, he could hear something fizzing up inside of him. He buried you, even though you’re alive, he buried you every day.

And it was working too. He was with Minah every night so he could forget your face; he drank every day with Choi because the taste of burning alcohol was still more endurable than you in his head. But now hearing your name again feels like the nails in your coffin that he hammered for past one month are getting pulled out.

“What about her?” Yoongi asks after a small pause, he did his best to hide the growing strain in his voice.

“Hoseok hyung.. is-” Jimin looked so small whenever he had to confess something. He looked like he was 14 all over again.

“Can you be fucking quick about it. I have important business to attend-” Yoongi scolded him.

“Hoseok is there. With Jin and Y/n”

‘What the fuck.’

Yoongi didn’t dare say it out loud. The sole purpose of sending you there with Seok Jin, was to keep you far away from this shit storm. Hoseok was one of the ‘co-producer’ of that shit storm, what the fuck was he doing there? He was dangerous. Not in the sense that he could hurt Y/n, but he could attract people who wanted to.

“He went there looking for Taehyung, turns out Seok Jin and __ were in the same place. They were actually living at his house”

Taehyung was living with Y/n, Jin let it happen. This was a fucking joke, it had to be. It had to be, this didn’t actually happen, did it? Should he laugh? Taehyung was dangerous, in a sense that he could kill Y/n. How Jin could let it happen?

“Hyung,..He stabbed her.”


He heard the door opening behind him, sound of bare feet dragging on the floor. Hold it in he told himself, hold it in Min Yoongi. The urge to completely dismantle this place and run out of here, he was holding it in with all his might, crushing his teeth and hiding his balled fist underneath the table.

“Taehyung? Did it-” Yoongi asked “Taehyung stabbed her” and Jimin nodded.

“You lied when you said you didn’t know where he is? I asked you 5 minutes ago. All this time, you lied to my face-

“Hoseok didn’t want to let you know.” Yoongi kicked the table with his one foot in anger and got up.

“How long did you know? How long have you and Hoseok been in contact?”

“About 2 weeks now”

“-And you’re telling me now?”

“Ho-seok said that he wanted to deal with Taehyung himself. I-

“Who do you fucking work for? Me or Jung “fucking” Ho-seok?”

“Hyung, we need to leave. We’re not safe if we’re miles apart from each other. You can’t protect people by sending them away from you. HYUNG-“

Yoongi was already up and about. As he was about to open the door and run out when a hand landed on his shoulder. He eyed the women from the corner of his eyes.

“Yoongi, are you okay?” Minah asked looking worried.

“Don’t fucking touch me” he snapped at her and she retracted her hand at his warning. And then Yoongi was out in the rain, running somewhere, hoping to find some peace and quiet. His head was screaming again.

Maybe some alcohol could numb it. He needed to see Choi anyways.

He wanted to forget. Forget it all.

…‘Forget’ that he needed you so much right now.

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people who make good looking male ryders should receive some sort of compensation because i’ve seen those presets and they made me want to die

What I Got

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: angst, sliceoflife

Summary: Jungkook visits his mom and sees you again.

Word Count: 7.9k

A/N: i know i said that i won’t write a sequel for what i wanted, but i couldn’t help it one night. i thought that y/n deserves a happy ending so here you go XD

Jungkook thought that he’d never bump into you again.

He took a weekend off from work to visit his moms on a cloudy afternoon back in Busan because he figured that going two weeks without seeing them is too long. Jungkook grabs the gift bags out of his car and walks up the familiar stairs that he’s grown accustomed to ever since his moms saved enough money to move to a better and bigger place. The size difference isn’t drastic, but everything felt roomier whenever he visited.

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punchesco  asked:

please make a Top Worm Rating List, i'd like an in-depth discussion of your Favourite Worms

I don’t fully understand what attracts me to worms. I know I like the burrowing aspect, cos there’s a lot you can do with a creature that hides just underneath (or around, or inside) us. Not only is it satisfying to watch dirt upturned and holes dug, but that tunneling trait nurtures excellent ambush predators and wise, ruminating minds. Also I like their soft, dopey, somehow innocent shape. And the horrific simplicity of just… being a tube that eats. Ideally, a worm should be gigantic, destructive, and have a round, fat head or cute mouthparts. 

POPULAR WORMS I’M GOING TO LEAVE OUT BECAUSE THEY’RE A LITTLE BIT POISONED FOR ME: The Beetlejuice worms scared me more than intrigued me as a kid. Shai-hulud I associate with the disappointment of wading through boring space spice politics to get to any sweet worm action. Earthworm Jim has human limbs, and worse, was made by Doug TenNapel.

And now.


HONORARY MENTION: Those red sandworms you can summon on certain far levels of Kingdom Rush to eat your enemies. I can’t find them on the wiki, so maybe they took that out of the game? Which would suck, cos the idea of people coexisting with man-eating worms really revved my worm motor.

6. THE HAGFISH THINGS from this weirdly-depressing King Kong scene. This bit showcases both excellent teamwork and a hideous way to die.

5. GRAVEMIND from Halo, which I have never played. I have no idea what’s going on here and it doesn’t look like much of a burrower, but LOOK AT THAT FACE? (So articulate, too.) I love the little arms and how benevolent it’s being even though it clearly doesn’t have to be, and how it scares the shit out of everybody.

4. BARRY THE BOBBIT(?) WORM, a four-foot worm that smuggled itself into an aquarium in Cornwall and WRECKED EVERYTHING. A real-life example of worm ingenuity and power.

3. DRILLER from one of the Transformers movies. I’ve never seen those movies either, and they seem really unpleasant on the eyes. But LOOK AT THIS BEAUTY IN ACTION. Twisting through pavement, burrowing into a skyscraper. Tons upon tons of weird robotic alien muscle. She’s a modern leviathan.

2. MONGOLIAN DEATH WORM(S). When I had my cryptid phase as a kid (as we all do), these definitely stood out. I even used them for a 7th grade school project once. A red desert worm that shoots poison and lightning? Absolutely 100% not real. I think I’m more excited about their potential than the local imagination, though. Again, DESERT NOMADS TAMING THAT SHIT WOULD BE SO BADASS.

1. GRABOIDS (Caederus Americana) are the tastemakers. The inimitable iteration. The Tremors franchise in general is really, REALLY important to me, and despite all the similarities to other worms, it still strikes me as fiercely original. 

The face, the spikes, the location and people of Perfection, Nevada, the worm tongues, the fact that it TURNS INTO OTHER SHIT LATER LIKE A GODDAMN POKEMON. Graboids, shriekers and assblasters are great and have the luxury of living in a universe crafted with a lot of love and character. They’re the luckiest worms in the world.


anonymous asked:

raeee, please a story about dragon lord bakugo and a fairy or ninph (medieval AU), also, i reaaally love your toshi drabbles, he deserve a lot of love

Maybe some dragon lord Bakugou will heal me because I myself am on the brink of death. Maybe these fingers and keyboard can help me even though I can hardly help myself. Ugh whatever man. I put this with a read more because it gets a little long, but I hope you enjoy. I hope this is okay. 

Racing. Running. Leaping. Jumping. Your bare feet pound against the forest floor as you sprint through the forest. You pump your arms, propelling yourself through the leaves and the trees. The crisp air of dusk fills your lungs, and the wind whips through your hair, raking its cool fingers over your scalp. The colors in the sky bleed together as the deep blues of the night reach for the warm oranges and reds of the retreating sun. The ground begins to slope under your feet, and you allow yourself to fall into the cushion of the leaves underneath you. 

Rolling. Turning. Tumbling. Spinning. You catch your breath when you stop at the end of the hill. You let out a laugh, throwing leaves into the air and letting them rain down over you. The night consumes the sky. You stare up through the canopy of shedding trees, looking at the stars blinking back at you. The air chills; the heavy breaths falling from your lips billowing upwards in clouds of condensation. Your eyes slip closed and you still, feeling the earth move underneath you. You feel her breathing and hear the sound of her voice chittering through the forest, your home. A gentle sigh leaves you as you settle into the ground beneath you like settling against a mother’s embrace. Everything is calm. Everything is tranquil. You almost surrender to sleep until a sharp chill runs down your spine. You open your eyes and shoot upward, blinking.

Someone is in your forest.

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