no no no no no no no don't want to contemplate this

  • Ravenclaw: I feel trapped.
  • Hufflepuff: We're in the middle of an open field.
  • Ravenclaw: No, I feel trapped in this moment in my life. Where am I going? What am I doing? And how am I going to get to where I want to be?
  • Hufflepuff: We're going to charms class, we're going to be doing charms work, and usually hard work and dedication. Try to think in the now.
  • Ravenclaw: Well, in the now I'm contemplating an assault on you.
  • Hufflepuff: At least you're thinking about here and now!

Hey guys! I’ve told you before that I’m a writer so this is a hella long post because it’s track-by-track. Unapologetically so. Hope you guys enjoy x 

TRACK 1: “… READY FOR IT?

 This song is a battlecry. The thumping bass brings to mind the heavy thud of wolves paws as they race towards their prey, seeking the trail left by a girl who used to leave her heart open and on her sleeve, ready to be snatched at any moment in a snap of their jaws. But no more. From the moment she clears her throat, we learn this battle will be on Taylor’s terms. It is her fight to win.

This is the first love song she’s released and had complete artistic ownership of in three years. It is no coincidence then that there’s reference to the tortured passions of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. They were a couple hopelessly and dangerously in love with many scars carved on their hearts by the other’s knife. This reference is a throwaway to the long list of ex lovers the girl who bathes in diamonds has had but also a reference to the flickers of hope Taylor feels for longevity no matter what with Joe. Their road may be complicated at times but they will get  there because the game is hers. The constant question of ready for it and in response baby let the games begin is so obviously a call of warning to Joe for what lies ahead but perhaps more subtly it is the call of Taylor’s inner voices and heart to her razor sharp self awareness. Is she ready for the games to begin? Is she ready to open her heart and give Joe a chance to be a better man?

TRACK 2: “END GAME” ft. Ed Sheeran & Future:

This song starts off with Taylor’s declaration that she wants to find a forever. It sounds sincere, gentle, wearied, the tone of the too often heartbroken. But then it shifts, it’s like the rose coloured glasses have come off and she’s reminded of her reputation. Then it’s all tongue in cheek sarcastic satire to keep the smile in place so that we don’t see how much it hurts. She has to weigh up every interaction in the context of her reputation. The addition of Ed & Future speaks volumes; one is a time trusted friend who has finally found a bright love of his own but that was not without heartbreak and the other gives her an edgier attitude that makes her self awareness all the more powerful.

There has been a further loss of innocence in this sharpening of her self awareness, gone are the wistful days of “say you’ll remember me”, that’s all I want. Now it’s all “I don’t wanna touch you, I don’t wanna be just another ex love you don’t wanna see.” She can see the fall right from the start but this time she opts out and says unless I’m your end game… because I don’t want to pick up any more pieces of my broken heart.

Also: Shoutout to Ed for his Cherry inspired verse. It made me feel many emotions too. SWEERAN THRIVES.

TRACK 3: “I DID SOMETHING BAD.”

The girl with the long list of ex lovers is back. However with the casually explicit twist, this narrative seems layered with perceptions and recognition of self-worth, “If a man talks shit, I owe him nothing.” This is drip-feeding the media exactly what they want, she’s stoking the fire herself. But in feeding the fire herself, she’s sending the burning embers back at them. Did you really think the girl who you used as an international rod for slut shaming would stay quiet forever? Nope. She doesn’t care if you burn her like a witch at the stake because she’s already done it. She’s burnt away all of the misplaced guilt and is now revelling in how good they felt in the moment. In fact, watch out she’s blazing with all the fire of a phoenix reborn and you might just get turned to ash.

TRACK 4: “DON’T BLAME ME.”

This & “I Did Something Bad” sound like sister tracks. The girl who jetsets around the world collecting men isn’t quite finished with her tale yet. She reminds us that defining her relationships by their headlines and paparazzi shots is a foolish move because those things are  one-dimensional. Taylor believes in love and this is her way of reminding us that there was love in every escapade of her heart up until now, at least at some point. She’s talking about the heady rushes head spinning intoxication of first glances and hands on skin and it doesn’t matter what the media says about the way she handles relationships because they forget love and that makes you crazy. Maybe in their minds the drug she refers to is not a singular identity but a collective “baby” and to them love will always be something she “uses”. But the heart wants what it wants and Taylor knows that so it doesn’t really matter.

TRACK 5: “DELICATE.”

This is the kind of song that happens when you cut the cord that is the boy crazy perception of yourself. You step back into the shadows and disappear so that they can’t find you. You close your heart, lock your doors and rebuild. And then he shows up. This is a cautionary songpp because Taylor can obviously feel sparks but… she’s just started to rebuild and if they find out the wolf hunt begins again. With delicate disbelieving vocals, we see Taylor start to realise that he can’t possibly want to gain anything from her reputation because it’s so bad… The wheels turn in her head. I imagine the realisation, “Wait so he must like me for me?” With the beat drop comes hope. Details are slowly given and then he stays. He doesn’t run so Taylor gives him pieces of herself; confessions thoughts and then her brain catches up with her mouth and the wheels come to a grinding halt: Her inner monologue screams it was too much too fast. We’ve all been there. It’s too delicate. No going back now. It’ll break and I’ll be left alone. Maybe one day I’ll find someone who doesn’t walk away, one day too.

TRACK 6: “LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO.”

The world tore a girl to shreds, made her play the fool on tilted stages. She retreated and rebuilt. Now the fool is dead. From here on out, she only trusts her army. With high heeled boots, red lips and words as sharp as daggers, she’s cutting herself a path. She is taking no prisoners and she’s accompanied by a savage snake because she and her army will always be better at the game. When she’s finished hunting down your asses, she’ll sit back on her throne with a high pitched giggle and say, “oh look what you made me do.”

TRACK 7:  “SO IT GOES…”

When people are watching, you have to be careful. Cover your tracks. Taylor doesn’t leave her heart open or on display anymore. But then they leave. The door shuts. You lock it with a key and the crashing chemistry you’ve been trying to deny slams into your ribs, knocking the breath out of you. It’s stolen kisses, careless touches, reckless chasing of the high. Body language is a fluency all its own. But a quick reminder before you unlock the door and venture out again; wash the lipstick off your face. *clears throat* you got a little caught up in the moment and you don’t want to blow your cover!

TRACK 8: “GORGEOUS.”

 The childish proclamation of the title to begin this next glimpse into Reputation  is hinting at the satirical inner monologue that this song is , reminiscent of the times you write your crush’s  last name instead of your own to see how it fits. It’s all giggles and late night phone calls, the kind Taylor most likely had with Abigail where they talked real slow because it was late and their mamas didn’t know (: However, it could also serve as a projection of the runaway daydream that fills Taylor’s mind from that very first night when she stumbles home alone to her cats, of what a possible future might look like (with kids one day) The lazy liquor loosened rhythms of Taylor’s thoughts tell us things she hasn’t admitted fully yet but will soon on nights at 4am staring at her reflection  in the bathroom mirror, telling herself the bravest thing she ever did was run - that this gorgeous  swoonworthy British boy with his careless touches and drawling accent has awakened the possibility of something better. This realisation rattles Taylor as she contemplates the gaps in her current relationship. *cue wistful sighs of frustration and enchantment, set to the dialogue of every teenage movie where the girl thinks the boy is just too good looking, how unfair is that?

TRACK 9: “GETAWAY CAR.”

The thing about any movie that has a getaway car scene is that they inevitably crash…. And that’s exactly what happens here. Except, the carnage is human hearts. She was running. There was a person she crashed into. It gets all blurred and tangled, she thinks she’s free but the thing about those movies is that the thing you ran from in the getaway car catches up to you particularly if there’s a track you can follow. Oceans of distance weren’t enough, darling. You needed to disappear. And I think she realises that  but she tries to pretend innocence and will the sunset closer. Unfortunately  the only real  way to untangle yourself is to disappear crying in the back of a getaway car in the dead of night. Without a word. That must have hurt a lot.

TRACK 10: “KING OF MY HEART.”

This song happens in tandem with Delicate. She’d sworn off love. Joe turned up. The British boy with the heart of gold who made his American queen believe. He made behind closed doors a paradise of rooftop nights. Before she knows it, he is every love story Taylor has ever daydreamed of. The line “is this the end to all the endings” made my heart swell because it’s clear Taylor hopes he’s the one. Please let there be no more heartbreak.

TRACK 11: “DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED.”

Dancing is supposed to be a joyous thing and maybe it was in the beginning. You can reassure with every beat. Sometimes your gut instinct shouldn’t be ignored though  because it does raise red flags. The door only needs to be fractionally ajar for the hunters to find a way in and set your paradise aflame. It sometimes doesn’t matter how much you dance to escape the flames, they will catch you. You will get tired. Dancing is a bliss that is euphoria swimmimg through your veins if the beat enters your bloodstream in the right moment; you feel like you could live forever. And in the end no matter how much it might hurt to walk away again, you would still dance for just another kick of that rush.

TRACK 12: “DRESS.”

Taylor’s caught up in the chemical rush. Every syllable drips with lust and the glory of the high when your hearts crash into each other, slamming the breath from between your ribs. It’s hands in hair and I don’t care what they think. It’s seeing the worst (hi bleachella) and still wanting. It’s realising you made mistakes before this and why didn’t you just do this from the beginning because it feels so good now you can’t ever have imagined wanting anything else. But every mistake is a marker in the roadmap and you woke up just in time to find where you needed to be.

TRACK 13: “THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS.”

I think everyone’s been in this situation, right? Someone burns you and it hurts but in the fun of a party, you click and connect again and it all starts to feel like water under the bridge. Maybe there was over-reacting happening. You throw them a second chance. Redemption. You’re the nice girl and you make excuses. But then they do it again, maybe it takes a couple of things and suddenly it’s too much. You lock the gate for your own safety. But they still expect you not to care. To flash a smile and forgive. I’m sorry. That’s not happening. You get hurt when I push back. I guess I should forgive you because we both threw stones. But… that would require me to mean it. Whoops, *laughs manaically* I can’t even say it with a straight face!!!

PS: It’s not too obvious I have personal experience with this song is it? Thanks KS x.

TRACK 14: “CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT.”

This song is difficult for me to process because I never thought it would actually happen. I seem to remember somewhere along the way, a couple of years back, Taylor expressing frustration that she couldn’t seem to write happy songs about being in love like Ed Sheeran could. Well, I wish you could go back Taylor and tell yourself what you know now.

This song is a three minute ode to happy love. It’s smiles so wide you might split your face in half at the thought of that person. It’s blushing and shy giggles and bursts of song and twirls and all caps texts from your girls as they collectively lose their minds over how happy you are. This is every love story and fairytale Taylor has ever wanted but the wolves are always waiting, not so easy to outrun. 

Taylor says it herself in the  opening lines. She was done. The castle had crumbled. The bricks left bruises blooming on her exposed skin. People were tearing her down and she was hurting. Her heart had been shattered but so had her soul, again and again, relentlessly. And then she retreated, went silent and rebuilt. What she didn’t count on was love. A man who saw all the bruises and broken pieces and said it’s OK, I can still find the real you under all that. Taylor like so many of us looked in the mirror and saw all the danger for herself and for Joe, tried to push him away, keep him safe. That’s a very noble action but breaking your own heart so it doesn’t hurt as much when you feel like the other shoe is going to drop requires apathy from the other person. And Joe, god bless you, you didn’t let her push you away. You broke down her walls and showed you that starlight love does still exist. You loved her for Taylor. The person. You got her to give love a chance when she swore never again so thank you so much for that. I can’t really express how much that means to all of us. 

 This is an anthem of hope for every person who has ever been broken and is in the process of putting pieces back together. It can be done. We will find love. We will be radiantly happy again. We will be the strongest we’ve ever been. 

PS: *leans over to whisper in Taylor’s ear*

I think you’re finally clean…

TRACK 15: “NEW YEARS DAY.”

Piano on the final track… This is an ode of pure hope and happiness, a fitting final chapter to a remarkable story. Everyone wants the glory of the midnights and the lover who will be in their bloodstream like the party. But what we all hope for is someone who stays long enough to help us clean up the bottles on New Years Day. Someone who makes us feel like the messy unfiltered parts look like a highlight reel. Good times and bad times and all in between. They won’t leave. You found him. Forever.

This album is fucking brilliant Taylor. I love you. Proud x.

@taylorswift @taylornation @brian-mansfield

anonymous asked:

If you kill Leliana in Origins, does she still appear in inquisition? My friend just introduced me to Dragon Age and I was reading a walkthrough for the Urn of Sacred Ashes and I found out you could kill her. I don't want to but I'm just curious if you kill her what happens in inquisition

Spoilers inbound, for obvious reasons.

While I’ve never played a world state in which I’ve killed Leliana, I have to say that it’s turned into one of the more intriguing mysteries of the DA canon… because killing her does not stop her from appearing in DA2 and Inquisition.

In this scenario, Leliana’s next appearance is in Kirkwall. When Hawke meets her, they comment on the fact that they’d heard she was dead. Her response: “The Maker knew it was not my time. There is more for me to do in this world.” They don’t really elaborate further. Most people brushed it off as a simple retcon.

In Inquisition, when she’s in Haven praying for understanding and bitterly angry with the Maker for allowing the Conclave to happen, she explains a little more:

Leliana: Once, I was sure I died. I did die. Who else but the Maker could’ve resurrected me? But if he didn’t save me to help the Divine, then why? Why am I still alive?
Herald: Wait, you died?
Leliana: It was right there at the temple by the Urn of Sacred Ashes. We found the Urn, proved the legends were true. But the Hero of Ferelden corrupted them, and all I wanted at that moment was vengeance. It was a fight I couldn’t win, but I didn’t care. And the “hero” struck me down. I awoke later in agony. The ashes were gone. I can’t explain how I survived. 
Herald: You can’t have been raised from the dead. That’s… absolutely… just… no.
Leliana: Believe what you want. I’m still here.

Then, at the final epilogue at the very end of Trespasser, we learn what has to be the strangest piece in the Dead Leliana puzzle:

Eventually, Leliana became distant and contemplative, often secluding herself in the rookery with none but her ravens for company. One morning, the residents of Skyhold awoke to a great beating of wings and a vast cloud of ravens blotting out the sky above the fortress. Those who investigated found both the rookery and Leliana’s chambers vacant, with only a single message as explanation: “The lyrium sang thought into being. Now time is stale, and the melody is called elsewhere. Until I am needed. I am free.”

We don’t have a lot of information to really illustrate what this means - so far, this is the first concrete example we’ve seen of magical resurrection of this sort in the series. The lyrium “song” she references is present elsewhere in the canon - both Justice and Cole say that lyrium sings to them, the former saying that it does not do so in the Fade but only in the waking world. Dwarves find veins of lyrium to mine by listening to the Stone “singing”. In Asunder, Rhys says the song that he hears when entering the Fade is so strong that he feels as though he is “about to vibrate out of existence.” In The Descent, it is referred to as the “Titan’s hymn” and a titan communicates to Valta through song.

But seeing that song bring someone back from the dead? That’s new. 

It’s unclear if the Leliana we see in Inquisition is even the “real” Leliana in that worldstate or if she is something else altogether. It’s possible that she is something more akin to Cole who, before the events of Inquisition, truly believed he was the mage who died in the Spire. He had Cole’s memories, his traumas, his same grief and fear. Cole can bleed, he has a physical form that can fall in battle, so the fact that Leliana can be tortured and killed in the Dark Redcliffe Future doesn’t eliminate the possibility that this theory could be true. She could be a spirit that only thinks it’s a human woman… or she could be a magical construct that was newly created specifically to fulfill her role in this story. Of all the characters in Dragon Age, Leliana has made the most appearances throughout the narrative and arguably has had a repeated impact on the fate of the world. She helps the Warden stop the Blight, she assists the Divine in conspiring against the Templars and find a cure for Tranquility, she raids the White Spire to free the mages trapped there at the start of the Mage/Templar war, she pressures Celene into stopping the elven uprising in Halamshiral (which, in turn, places the Empress within a trap set by Gaspard that officially starts the Orlesian Civil War). She aids the Inquisitor in stopping Corypheus and can eventually become Divine - arguably the most influential person in Thedas. 

She’s had a hand in many of the major conflicts of the past decade in Thedas, having only started on this path because she dreamed the Maker had called her to it. And even if she’s killed, it still doesn’t stop her from fulfilling her role in history.

It makes me very curious who or what is exactly pulling the strings in that regard… because it certainly seems like someone or something in-world had a very specific plan in mind for Leliana. 

helly-watermelonsmellinfellon  asked:

Hi! You don't have to do this any time soon or anything, but I wanted to ask if you could gather a collection of all the fics written for @beanpots' Day & Night AU? I was reading over mine and contemplating adding more to it, when I realized I hadn't read any of the other fics inspired for it. And now I'm curious to see the other fics. Thanks for all the work you do! <3

This is one of my favourite AUs!! Much love to @beanpots who created the original AU that started it all which you can find here

(The wonderful art was created by @vulpes–vulpes and you can find the original post here! Permission was granted by the artist, please do not repost!)


Day and Night AU


of dusk and dawn and a love beyond by exile_wrath, Gen, 5.5k
The King of Day, Victor, drops flowers to the Ruler of Night, Yuuri, to express his love for him; yet, they are always returned, as Yuuri thinks that they’re dropped by mistake. Victor cries and plucks wishes off the petals every time, remembering the time when once, they had been together. SO GOOD I LOVE THIS

Carpe Diem, Carpe Noctem by Libika, Gen, 3.2k
Yet he couldn’t help but let his mind wander and think about this beautiful man in a glistening gown, with hundreds of stars shining brightly on it. The way his eyes shined – as they were made of thousands of stars themselves – when he was thinking about something. The Sky court was bathed in sunlight, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit melancholic. Very sweet!

When the Sun Met the Moon by Birdieee, Not Rated, 5.4k
The rulers of the two kingdoms are as distant as the stars themselves, yet the invisible thread of fate binds them together. What happens when the sun and the moon fall in love? Lovely Day and Night AU!

A Lunar Eclipse to Remember by Phoenix_Rising719, Gen, 7.5k
The King of Night, Yuuri Katsuki, is doing his best to keep it together and host a Lunar Eclipse Gala on his own. But that only works so well with out poor anxiety ridden child. But that’s nothing a little liquid courage can’t fix, right? Such a great fic!

Dusk & Dawn by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Mature, 3.5k
Victor was the King of Day. Dawn incarnate. Yuuri was the King of Night. Dusk incarnate. Dawn and Dusk come together twice every day, to exchange duties. They are eternal, existing in a romance as old as time itself. And the celestial bodies of their universe forever turn because of their power and love. I LOVE this!

The Eclipse of Roses by OrionHunts, Gen, 2k 
Victor is the king of daytime, better known as Day, and is crushing on his neighboring king, Night. After sending countless flowers Yuuri’s way, it finally takes Night’s dear friend Dusk (Phichit) to give the two of them the final push into falling in love. Phichit is the best matchmaker tbh

Sky of Endless Love by CagedBirdSings, Gen, 3.2k (WIP)
In a Realm far above the Earth, the King of Day leaves behind roses of vivid red - all in the hopes of having his feelings reach the King of Night. Meanwhile, Yuuri wonders why Victor keeps dropping his roses. SO FREAKIN CUTE

Stardust by Iki_victuri, Not Rated, 5.9k
After millennia of crossing paths daily Yuuri still had never even gazed upon the Day King’s face. All that will change in a fraction of a moment, along with his life, forever. Thumbs up!

When The Sun Chases The Moon From The Sky by ShrubbyScribe, Teen, 13k
The first time it happened, he thought it was a mistake.
The second time it happened, he didn’t know what to make of it.
The seventh time it happened, he started to get annoyed. AWESOME fic!

Finally Here by darklilcorner, Gen, 1.9k
Yuuri is the King of Night and Viktor is the King of Day. Grateful to the Night for allowing him to rest, Viktor leaves meaningful roses for Yuuri. The roses show how he feels, but Yuuri always returns them… Great fic!

morning and night by cosmofluous, Gen, 2.9k (WIP)
He really does hang the stars in the sky, and burn as bright as the sun. The descriptions in this fic are amazing!

Of Cloudless Climbs and Starry Skies by Maiden_of_the_Moon, Gen, 1.5k
The King of Day should not turn his head to watch. He should not hesitate, even though the sun does in the distance. He should not drop that single rose when their slippers align, when their gossamer gowns chafe whispers, and starlight pokes pinpricks into the dome of the sky. He should not romanticize that moment when day is overcome by night.But in being so overcome, how can he not? Very good fic!

For Your Time (I’ll Give You This Smile) by Liana_Legaspi, Gen, 2.2k
“Do you love me?” the King of Day says to Yuuri’s retreating back.Stop.Think.“I haven’t decided yet.” Yuuri confesses, “I might hate you.”There’s a smile in Viktor’s voice that’s sweeter than any lullaby Yuuri’s ever heard. “Then, if that’s the case, I’ll wait with you until you decide.” WOW!

Open Up The Stars by Kisnau, Gen, 9.4k (WIP)
The Sun and Moon were old friends. This is not a story of the Sun and Moon, equal entities and ancient neighbors. This is a story of their children, Night and Day. 

So, I finally finished Lady Pole, after what feels like 9 months.

It started off as a total “this’ll be a fun distraction” (hence the hideous background fabric) but I’m actually quite proud of the end result.

Starting work on one of Stephen to keep her company.

EDIT: Stephen can be found here

SNK Chapter 90 In A Nutshell
  • Soldier: So obviously we shouldn't tell the public about, you know. *Gestures at the basement*
  • Pixis: If we keep secret from the public doesn't that make us as bad as the guys we just overthrew?
  • Historia: Baldy's right. We're going public.
  • -----------------------
  • Newspaper guy: So basically we're the descendants of a minority race who can turn into titans and outside of the walls is a giant military that wants us all dead.
  • Levi: Hit the nail on the head. So how are people taking it?
  • Newspaper guy: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
  • Citizen 1: Well hey this is pretty interesting. It explains a lot.
  • Citizen 2: HA! You expect me to believe this?
  • Citizen 3: The government is spreading lies about an upcoming war so they can put us all in labor camps and fuck our wives while we're away.
  • Newspaper guy: Mixed reception.
  • ------------------
  • Hitch: Sup bitches, heard Marlow died a hero's death.
  • Flock: Yeah he ruled. When Erwin went down, he led the charge that let us take down the beast titan.
  • Flock: But in his dying moments, I'm pretty sure all he felt was regret.
  • Jean: Dude what the fuck.
  • Flock: Hey man I'm just spitting facts.
  • Flock: OH AND ANOTHER THING.
  • Flock: I still think the commander should've survived, not Armin. You know who else thinks that?
  • Flock: Literally everyone but Eren, Mikasa, and Levi. You know, the fucking assholes who put their emotions above common sense?
  • Eren: I will fight yo-
  • Flock: Oh shut the fuck up, Eren. I get that you're the main character and shit, but more matters than just what YOU feel. You should've given up and sopped pestering Levi, like Mikasa did.
  • Mikasa: *Shame*
  • Jean: We get it Flock, you have a small penis. Just let it go, alright?
  • Flock: OH, AND ANOTHER THING.
  • Flock: Jean, Connie, Sasha, none of you stopped Levi or Eren and Mikasa from fucking us all up the ass. You just stood there like a bunch of people with smaller penises than me.
  • Flock: Come on, I signed up to save humanity. If that's not what you're about, let people know before they join this organization.
  • Armin: ...Yeah, Flock's right. Commander Erwin should've lived.
  • Eren: You don't know that, Armin! Come on, we still know nothing about the world out there! You still haven't seen the ocean, right? There's so much to learn about the world, you can't give up! If we just go beyond the walls-
  • Eren: *Flashback to what happened to Faye when she went beyond the walls*
  • Eren: Fu-
  • ----------------------------
  • *Ceremony where Historia gives out rewards commences*
  • Eren, in his thoughts: I know that our situation is bleak, and if I can change I'd be willing to sacrifice my life. And yet, I can't bring myself to sacrifice Historia.
  • Note: This is a reference to how Eren know that, when he activated the coordinate, he was touching a titanized royal (Dina), so they might be able to activate it by titanizing Historia. But he didn't tell anyone.
  • Eren: *Kisses Historia's hand*
  • --------Memory is awakened in Eren----------
  • *Back when Grisha was confronting Freida, before he ended up killing them all*
  • Grisha: Come on guys just use your powers to kill everyone trying to kill the people I love so the people I love don't have to die.
  • Freida: *Glares at Grisha*
  • ---------------------
  • Narration: Anyways so the guillotines pretty much got rid of all the titans and they retook wall Maria. And there's almost no titans left on the island.
  • Narration: So I guess all the titans are killed. One thing off Eren's bucket list.
  • Narration: SO a lot of months passed and they set off to find the ocean.
  • Survey Corps: *Reaches Ocean*
  • Narrator: Another one off the bucket list. Productive day.
  • Everyone: *FLIPS THE FUCK OUT*
  • Eren: *Somewhat sullen, contemplative*
  • Eren: So... on the other side of that ocean, there's people who are going to try to kill us.
  • Eren: We aren't free yet. Is killing the people who oppose us what it takes to finally be free?
  • Fandom: Dude chill.
  • Fandom: Also who does your hair it's fabulous
  • ------------------
  • Sorry this wasn't as funny. hopefully it's easy to understand, at least.

For some reason, I could not find this scene. Like I know it exists, but I couldn’t find it. Anyway, I’m gonna roll with this! For @jigglejaggle (Sorry this sat so long!)

It didn’t take long for the Paladins to learn to not underestimate their Bayards.

When Pidge shocked Lance with hers, she didn’t mean it as anything other than an annoyed jab to hush the boy, and when he fell to the ground, she smirked.

But, he didn’t come back up.

“Um, guys?” She started, staring at Lance with furrowed brows, and when Lance suddenly started convulsing, she cursed loudly. “Shit! Guys!”

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I don't like him because I love you (Grayson Dolan)

Originally posted by dolansdolansdolans

“stop pushing me you loser.” I said pushing Grayson back.

Grayson and I were currently on a walk in the woods so he could clear his head. As his best friend it was my duty to make sure he was okay.

“stop running in to me you nerd.” He said laughing.

I loved his laugh, it always made me happy. Grayson and I always called each other names, I always called him loser and he called me nerd.

“do you think you can climb that tree over there?” Grayson asked pointing to a tall tree.

“well I’m like five foot so probably not, but I’ll try for your amusement.” I said running over to the tree.

Grayson pulled out his phone and started recording. The fans knew about me and surprisingly they all loved me. I caught the first branch pulling myself up. Grayson was laughing the whole time. I started to fall off and realized this was as far as I was going to make it.

“Grayson if I die make sure you tell Ethan he was always my favorite.” I said before dramatically jumping down from the branch.

I didn’t land on my feet but of course my butt. Grayson put his phone away before helping me up. He was laughing hysterically the entire time.

“you made me hurt my butt.” I said fake pouting.

“you’re the one that jumped, I would’ve got you down.” He said holding his hands up in defense.

“liar.” I said sticking my tongue out at him. 

Grayson and I continued on our walk just talking about little things. Halfway through the walk Grayson grabbed my hand intertwining our fingers. This wasn’t uncommon for me and Grayson. He always told me that holding my hand made him feel better.

“so did you get to watch the new video yet? what did you think?” He asked swinging our hands.

He was always asking me my opinion on their videos. It was cute that he cared what I thought.

“well, Ethan looked great and you were well you.” I joked laughing at his facial expression.

“just because you like Ethan doesn’t mean you have to insult me.” Grayson said fake hurt.

“woah, hold up! I do not like Ethan. besides I was just joking you loser.” I said pushing his shoulder.

“you flirt with E all the time, there is no way you don’t have feelings for him.” Grayson said laughing.

“whatever you say Grayson.” I said rolling my eyes at him.

“you didn’t deny it.” Grayson said stopping in front of me.

“I don’t flirt with him and I don’t like him. Now can we continue our walk?” I asked trying to step around him.

“admit you like him and we can continue our walk.” He said standing in front of me again.

I was getting angry now, he had no idea what he was talking about.

“Grayson drop it. I’m serious.” I said crossing my arms over my chest.

“I’m your best friend you can tell me that you have a crush on my twin brother.” Grayson laughed obviously not taking me seriously.

boy was he wrong.

“DAMMIT GRAYSON I DON’T LIKE HIM BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” I yelled before quickly putting my hands over my mouth.

I never meant to tell him that. Grayson looked shocked and kept quiet. I’ve been keeping this secret for about a year and half now. I didn’t want to tell him because I knew he wouldn’t feel the same way. My thought was confirmed with his silence.

“Grayson I didn’t mean too…” I started but tears clouded my vision.

I was so embarrassed so I ran. I ran away from him. I ran all the way home locking myself in my house. I slid down the door letting the tears fall from my eyes.

“fuck!” I screamed pulling my hair.

I knew that if I told Grayson I was in love with him I’d lose my best friend. That’s exactly what happened. I lost my best friend. God why was I so stupid? My phone lit up with a text from Ethan.

Ethan: why is Grayson pacing around the room and looking like he’s contemplating everything he’s ever learned in life?

I threw my phone across the room not caring if it broke or not. I got off the floor slowly making my way over to my bedroom. I decided a shower might help me clear my head. I stripped down stepping in the stream of hot water. Unfortunately it only made me think more. I blamed myself. Why wasn’t I good enough for him? Why couldn’t he love me back? I just ruined a six year friendship because I couldn’t get over my stupid crush. It was all my fault. I got out of the shower wrapping a towel around myself and sitting on my bathroom floor. Suddenly Grayson bursts through the door scaring me. I clutch the towel closer to my body.

“Grayson get out I’m naked!” I screamed.

He quickly puts his hands over his eyes. He backed out of the bathroom closing the door. I grabbed my clothes putting them back on. I slowly retreated from the bathroom ready to face the rejection about to come. Grayson was sitting on my bed playing with his hands. I stopped just outside the bathroom leaning on the door frame.

“hey.” Grayson said looking up.

I was the silent one this time. I looked at him waiting for him to say something.

“so yeah I was shocked, really shocked cause I always thought of you as family and then you tell me you love me and it made me contemplate everything. I didn’t really know what to say and I still don’t.” Grayson admitted looking up at me.

“Grayson it’s fine, let’s just pretend it didn’t happen.” I shrugged not letting on how embarrassed and hurt I was.

“I actually want to try something first.” Grayson said standing up and walking towards me.

He stopped right in front of me looking me straight in the eyes. I was nervous and confused.

“Grayson what are you doing.” I asked.

“I’m nervous.” He said his voice going quieter.

“nervous for what?” I asked.

Grayson slowly brought his hand up and put it on my cheek. To say I felt butterflies is an understatement I felt the whole damn zoo. He brought his face closer to mine his nose was touching mine now.

“Grayson you don’t have to do this.” I whispered not fully trusting my voice.

Grayson leaned in the rest of the way connecting his lips on mine. The first kiss was slow but then Grayson dropped his hand to my lower back pushing me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. He deepened the kiss pushing me up against the wall. I pulled away catching my breath. Grayson looked at me smiling.

“I’m not good at this stuff, I’m scared.” Grayson said putting his forehead on mine.

“Grayson I don’t want you to feel like you have to love me.” I said looking at my feet .

Grayson put his hand under my chin, lifting it up so I was forced to look at him.

“the thought of losing you scares me. when you ran I felt really bad like I had just lost the most important person in my life. That scared me too that you are the most important person in my life. I had just been lying to myself this whole time.  I always want your opinions on our videos because yours is the only one that matters to me. I always want to hold your hand because when I do I feel this cool feeling in the pit of my stomach. And when I just kissed you, I felt like I was the luckiest guy ever. I’m scared because I think I love you too.” Grayson said pulling me in to his chest.

I stood for a moment just enjoying the feeling. The boy I loved just admitted he loved me too.

“Grayson you’re never going to lose me okay no matter what I’ll always be here for you. Grayson you’re the most important person in my life too. I’m scared too but when you kissed me I knew I wanted more of that, much more.” I said looking up at him.

“I think we can make that happen.” Grayson said leaning down and connecting his lips to mine again.

This one was shorter but still just as sweet.

“I love you loser." I said shoving him a little bit.

"I love you nerd.” He said shoving me back.

I had lost my best friend that day, but I gained something even better. A boyfriend who was also my best friend. I was lucky to be in love with my best friend.

Can we talk about the Grand Prix Final banquet in Sochi for a second?

Yes, champagne was poured and stripper poles were mounted, but think about Victor for a second. Imagine the way that he must’ve been feeling for months, for years, before this banquet.

Winning is routine for him. He skates, and he wins, and he moves on. But he should feel something, right? Some sort of energy, some sort of motivation to conquer? Everyone close to Victor wonders why he isn’t kissing the pavement for every medal that he earns.

The issue is, Victor doesn’t understand, either. He’s uninspired and directionless, wandering from one competition to another and half-heartedly listening to Yakov’s pep talks before he steps out onto the ice and performs with skates strapped to his feet and pain strapped to his lungs. But he can’t figure it out. Victor starts to assume that the demons in his mind are right: that he is a brat, that he has no excuse to be ungrateful, that he has no excuse to stare up at the ceiling every night until his eyes burn.

For years, he watches as people smile and laugh. He thinks of the classic “fake it till you make it” strategy and, oh, he tries. Victor tries. He becomes frustrated trying to figure out why jokes don’t give him the same joy that they seem to provide for everyone else, why his smile automatically fades when he thinks people are no longer able to see him. He used to be happy, he thinks. He doesn’t remember what that had felt like, but he’s sure that he had been, a long time ago, in another life, perhaps.

He’s at a banquet. It’s the same as it always is. Boring—people coming up to him, talking to him. Manners. More jokes. More turning away, more swirling doubt and mania bleeding into his heart as he tries to interpret his own emotions, tries to label them, tries to diagnose himself so that he can prescribe some sort of self-inflicted medicine. He feels dull, like a knife used one too many times.

And then, suddenly, he’s laughing.

(And it’s not the same sort of laugh from before. He can’t remember the last time he has had this sort of laugh. He’s unfamiliar with tears stinging his eyes for a reason other than rocking back and forth and clutching his poodle at five in the morning. He’s unfamiliar with emotions flooding his soul for a reason other than contemplating his own loneliness, his own self.)

He’s laughing.

And the flickers of hope that had started to die out, but that had never quite been extinguished, they’re roaring, they’re living, they’re dancing inside him.

Victor wonders, briefly, if it’s possible to relearn happiness.

notonlyseventhwheel  asked:

Hey. Could you do one where Lance saves the team but everyone thinks it was Keith, then Lance explodes because they don't appreciate him?

Here you go, I hope you enjoy it! 


“We can’t hold on much longer!” Pidge cried into the coms. She once again tried Green’s control only to receive a sound of groaning metal as they struggled against the dark purple tendrils wrapped around their limbs and torso holding them to the ground. 

Keith and Lance who were already on the surface rushing the civilians to safety, looked over to see the condition the lions were in and began running over to them. At seeing the Galra hoarding around the lions, Keith growled and summoned his bayard. Lance grabbed his arm and Keith looked at him.

“Ignore them, the lions won’t let them in,” he reasoned trying to pull him away. “We need to find out how they’re trapping them and free them,” Keith impatiently ripped his arm away and turned to the Galra. He gave a loud battle cry and sprinted into the fray leaving behind a face-palming Lance. He contemplated joining him but when a streak of the black lighting shot out from behind a nearby cove by the lions, he instead made his way to the spot and ducked down behind an outcropping. He peeked over it and watched the circle of four druids chant ominously and hold their hands out towards the lions. He breathed out and shot up, nailing one of the druids in the back knocking them down instantly.

“Ack,” he gasped when a bolt of lightning struck him on the side of the ribs. Thankfully his armour took the brunt of the damage but he still felt winded.

“Get him,” one of the druids hissed to the other two. They immediately turned and faced the rock that Lance was hiding behind. He didn’t give the chance before he was taking another shot that went through the left druid’s forehead. They slumped to the ground bonelessly and before Lance could take cover again he was snatched out from behind the rock and speeding forward and stopped right in front of the druid.

“Nice day?” Lance tried with a small grin. He couldn’t see the druid’s face but he could tell that it was unimpressed with him. He saw the druid’s hand slowly curl into a fist at his side and gradually felt his chest constrict. He started struggling earnestly and clawed at the front of his armour as his breath left him quickly and a crushing feeling built in his ribs. He felt his arms pin themselves to his sides and he couldn’t look away from the shadow where the druid’s face was supposed to be. It let out a deep laugh and clenched his hand tighter making Lance choke in pain. He lashed out with his foot catching the druid on the side and making it release it’s hold on Lance. He stuck his bayard in its gut and pulled the trigger, he didn’t allow himself to think anymore about it before he turned to the last druid. It was watching him with a blank stare but hadn’t made a move to stop whatever spell he had on the lions. Without hesitation, Lance took the shot and turned before he could see the body fall. He watched as the Lions took off from the ground and begin to battle the Galra ships and ran back to where Blue was waiting patiently behind her particle barrier.

“Alright, team lets finish this!” Shiro said encouragingly. Everyone cheered in response and threw themselves into the fight. They were able to destroy many of the fighter ships before the warship began to retreat away from them. They decided to chase after it for a bit before it flew into warp speed and disappeared from their sight.

“Let’s head back to the Caste, we’ll debrief on the bridge when we get back,” Shiro said turning Black around. There were sounds of approval and understanding from the paladins as they too turned and followed their leader back to the ship. They docked in their hangers and left their lions to head up to the bridge.

Lance leaned back in his chair and took a shallow breath in. He flinched and gave a short groan before tenderly touching his ribs. He knew that his ribs weren’t broken but it was possible that they were bruised. He heaved himself up, feeling the weariness in his body. All h wanted to do right now was go to sleep and not wake up for days. He sighed but started to drag himself towards the door. He walked through the bridge door and saw everyone gathered around a sheepish looking Keith. He quirked an eyebrow in confusion and started walking towards them.

“Thanks so much Keith, I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t there,” Shiro said earnestly, giving the red paladin a pat on the back.

“Yeah, that was awesome!” Hunk cheered.

“How did you even do that?” Pidge asked inquisitively. Keith didn’t say anything and instead just shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh don’t be so modest Keith, you did something great today and saved three of your teammates,” Allura added with a smile. With that, Lance understood what was happening and he strode forward even quicker. He was used to not taking credit for some of his heroic actions but this time they didn’t even consider that it was him that he had any part of their rescue. Even though Lance told Keith that fighting the soldiers wouldn’t help anything.

“Hey, why are you thanking Keith?” He asked. “I’m the one that got the lions off the ground,” they looked at him with blank stares.

“What are you talking about Lance?” Hunk asked.

“Yeah, we didn’t even see you the entire time,” Pidge said. Lance’s eyes widened and he stepped back from them slightly.

“You don’t always have to try and take credit for other people’s accomplishments,” Keith said with a huff crossing his arms.

“What?” He asked in surprise. “I don’t do that,” he defended himself glaring at the red paladin who only glared back.

“Okay guys, knock it off,” Shiro said getting in between the two of them. Lance leaned back away from him, as did Keith. He sent a smirk to Lance.

“I did something cool and you can’t handle it, huh?” Keith mocked. Lance’s eyes widened and he looked at Shiro to gauge his reaction and only saw him looking at Keith fondly.

“Okay, you know what?” Lance started gaining attention from everyone in the room. “I can’t handle it anymore because you did do something cool. You left to pointlessly fight the Galra soldiers around the lions while I had to go and fight four druids all by myself and because you have a damn martyr complex,” he stepped past a silent Shiro and poked Keith in the chest.

“I told you that the lions weren’t going to open up for anything but you decided to not only risk the Galra taking the lions but also your own life; all for the sake of picking a fight with a few foot soldiers!?” Keith didn’t try to look in Lance’s face and instead decided to look at the ground. Lance sighed and stepped back to look at the rest of the team.

“I’m sick of you guys thinking that I’m not contributing to the mission, no matter what I do, no matter how many Galra I’m able to take down. You always think that it is someone else’s doing. I get it. I honestly do. I know that I’m not the strongest person on this team, and I understand that I’m the weakest link here but I’m not one to give up,” Lance stated earnestly looking at each of his teammates with tears in his eyes.

“I just wish that you could understand how much it hurts that you don’t even consider that I could save this team once in a while,” he broke out. His chin trembled in anger and sadness towards his teammates and he quickly swiped his arm across his eyes.

“I just want to help,” he stated brokenly before he ran out of the room in tears. They watched helplessly as he darted out of their sight.

“What did we do?” Pidge asked quietly to the silence of the room. They looked around at each other and could only shake their heads solemnly.

The Show must go on

((Okay, so @doodledrawsthings got me interested in hell’s au, and then the subject of mortality came to be. Then @kitkat1003 wrote an amazing fic, and well… this happened)) . . . .

Dear Bendy,

I guess it wouldn’t have been long before Joey and I would kick the bucket. Who would have guessed 70 years in the studio would go by so quickly am I right?

Anyway, I guess this is just a bit of a sendoff before Joey and I take our dirt nap. If by some miracle by God you start getting a sick feeling in your stomache, excessive ink overflow, or wanting to lay in bed for all eternity and contemplate your existence, then just think of this as revenge for trying to drown me in ink on that Thursday those years ago.

So yes, surprise! People die for real here. It’s a damn slow, natural thing we do, a thing we can’t control. No one lasts forever in this world no matter how hard we try to make them last. So you’ll probably think, “Henry! You sicko! Why the hell are you so nonchalant about this?!” I won’t say anything or course, because you know, I’ll be dead.

And besides, you always said that I was a sort of moody guy. I guess you finally rubbed off on me after all these years.
But hey boss, chin up, here comes the better part. We may not last forever, but you, Boris, Alice, everyone else, you guys sure will.

Now you’re probably getting mad at Joey for making you this way right? Even I still think he’s insane for doing what he did, but after this experience I have realized some virtues in his work. Bendy, you’re a legacy. The people of this world know that one day they’re all going to die. Some like me and Joey accept it, but keep on hoping. But there are others who know it, but they’ve given up all hope. They forget how to laugh and enjoy their time here because they don’t see the point.

That’s where you and the gang come in. When Me and Joey drew you, we wanted to make you all into someone everyone would love. You’d make them laugh, cry, even get scared when you try to drown them in a flood of ink and suffering (I’m never letting this go, not over my dead body). Because what you do reminds them that despite it all, life can be fun.

Wipe that ink off your face bucko, you’re only halfway through the sentiment.

This is for Boris. In case you’re still wondering who’s a good boy, well, I’ve got the answer buddy. It was you all along.
Keep swinging that clarinet of yours like there’s no tomorrow, because you never know when someone’s gonna need some cheering up from a certain good boy. (It’s still you, you loveable pup) Don’t worry about us okay buddy? We’ll be fine. Just make sure Bendy doesn’t cause too much trouble alright?

Now for Alice, who knows, maybe you will end up as popular as Bendy some day (I said might Bendy, don’t get all huffy). In the meantime, keep those boys in line as much as you can. They need you more than they think they do. And remember to tell Boris to turn off the system after recording, no one likes hearing Wally singing “Dancin’ Queen” acapella.

And finally, we’d like to thank you all for bieng our crew. Thank you for the laughs, the pick-me-ups, the random dances, the naggy critics, even the times you tried to drown us in ink. But most importantly, thank you for bieng our legacy. You made our dreams come true, now go on and make everyone else’s do the same.

Goodbye, kiddo.

Your creators and friends,

Joey and Henry.

  • Missy: Oh, don’t be disgusting, we’re Time Lords, not animals. Try, nano-brain, to rise above the reproductive frenzy of your noisy little food chain, and contemplate friendship. A friendship older than your civilization and infinitely more complex.
  • also Missy: I hope my boyfriend wasn't too mean to you...He can be very mean sometimes. Except to me, of course, because he loves me so much.
  • also Missy: *makes out with Doctor against wall*
  • also Missy: My heart is maintained by the Doctor.
  • the Doctor: Two hearts.
  • also Missy: And both of them yours.
  • also Missy: Oh Clara, Clara, Clara. You know, I should shoot you in a jealous rage, now wouldn't that be sexy?
  • also Missy: Stop shouting, love....
  • also Missy: Ask me! Come on, you know you want to. You want to know what my plan is. You'll be surprised. I've got a gift for you. You know, I've been up and down your timeline, meeting all those silly people who died to keep you alive. And you know what I worked out? What you really need?...To know that you're just like me!
  • also Missy: I need you to know we're not so different. I need my friend back. Every battle, every war, every invasion. From now on, you decide the outcome.
  • also Missy: We can, we can go together [to Gallifrey], just you and me. Just like the old days.
  • Doctor: You'd be clapped in irons.
  • also Missy: If you like.
  • Clara: Since when do you care about the Doctor?
  • also Missy: Since always....
  • also Missy: Doctor, listen to me. I know traps. Traps are my flirting. This is a trap.
  • also Missy: Listen to that. The Doctor without hope. Nobody is safe now.
  • also Missy: The Doctor gave it to me when my daughter....
  • also Missy: *travels through a Dalek infested sewer and city in heels while keeping his pet safe* No. No, no, no, no. Doctor, what have you done? *runs towards danger to save the Doctor from his own stupidity*
  • also Missy: *laughs at the Doctor's sarcastic comeback like a schoolgirl with a massive crush*
  • also Missy: In a way, this is why I gave her to you in the first place. To make you see. The friend inside the enemy, the enemy inside the friend...Everyone's a bit of both, everyone's a hybrid.
  • also Missy: Please, I'll do anything. Just let me live...I'll be good, I promise. I'll turn, I'll turn good. Please. Teach me, teach me how to be good...I know I'm going to die. I have to say it, the truth. Without hope, without witness, without reward, I am your friend.
  • the Doctor: Of course she's not dead, she's a friend of mine. I may have fiddled with your wiring a little bit.
  • also Missy: *stays in Vault for decades even though she could escape at any time*
  • also Missy: C'est super. So, what have you got so far? *drapes herself across piano whilst encouraging the Doctor to puzzle out how to defeat the monks*
  • also Missy: *cries* ...You didn't tell me about this bit.
  • the Doctor: I'm sorry, but this is good.
  • also Missy: Okay.
  • also Missy: *peers shyly around console rotor*
  • also Missy: Sure, that's fine...But Doctor, please tell me, really. Are you alright?
  • also Missy: *cries* I don't even know why I'm crying. Why, why do I keep doing that now?
  • the Doctor: I don't know. Maybe you're trying to impress me.
  • also Missy: Yes. Probably some devious plan, that sounds about right.
  • the Doctor: Well the alternative would be much worse.
  • also Missy: Really?
  • the Doctor: The alternative is that this is for real and it's time for us to become friends again.
  • also Missy: Do you think so? *Takes step forward. The Doctor steps back, then tentatively takes Missy's hands in his own. Missy gasps in surprise.*
  • the Doctor: I don't know. That's the trouble with hope. It's hard to resist. *Lets go of Missy's hands and walks away.*
stuff from the original heathers ending

i have been obsessing over this little snippet of the original heathers script ((pls daniel waters,, i’m begging you,, release the whole thing)) and there are just so many things that fell out of place just because so much changed between the script and the movie and i feel the need to share them

  • heather mcnamara Also hooks up with david from the remington party
  • there are five suicides. obviously three are heather chandler, ram, and kurt, but since this scripts was written under the assumption that the reader has already read all of the script leading up to this point, it does not expound at all on who exactly the five suicides were. we can only speculate (and i’m guessing heather duke and peter because there are some lines that suggest it)
  • martha dunnstock is paralyzed up to the legs
  • it’s implied that veronica killed people because she wanted the other students to learn something
  • ms fleming attempted suicide five times
  • instead of the doll, jd hangs the bedsheet noose,, which has even more of an “and then there were none” vibe
  • jd makes it very clear that when he was planning to kill veronica, he was going to make sure it was quick and painless
  • veronica’s mom slaps her for faking suicide
  • jd sits nude while holding a family portrait and admiring the bomb he built and in the next scene veronica sits nude while holding a gun
  • jd sets up thermals all throughout the school and at one point a hall monitor stops him and asks for a hall pass so jd shoots him and hides the body in the boiler room after stuffing a thermal down his pants
  • veronica decides to blow herself up after witnessing the typical horrible things that go down in a hallway during a passing period, but what stands out to me is that she also witnesses betty finn holding hands with a guy and heather mcnamara “in melancholic but eerily heroic contemplation” which to me seem like things that would make her not want to die
  • in her final moments, veronica helps a beetle that got stuck on its back
  • betty finn and heather mcnamara simultaneously find veronica’s suicide note while everyone else is freaking out
  • then the prom in heaven sequence starts and shit gets weirder
  • i think peter and some character that was not in the final movie named shannon have a baby?? (might be worth mentioning that she was a member of the yearbook staff)
  • there are so many more characters that i feel like i’m supposed to know some of them have descriptions but most do not and i am Confused
  • there are so many reconciliations between characters going on in this scene and then kurt has his prom picture taken with the cow he tipped
  • Also! mr. dawson is mentioned in this script and if you keep up with the reboot cast list there is a character there by the same name that i was wondering about a while back. it’s possible that the reboot my draw a bit from this original script (although i doubt jason micallef has the whole thing but he does please share jason)
  • jd does a guitar solo
  • leaders of the united states and the soviet union come on stage with big fun and fly their flags 
A Post about a Captured Keith and Lance.

(Hey guys. This has a bit of torture although I don’t personally think it’s too descriptive thought I’d chuck up a warning for it just in case! So er you have been warned?)

Keith cursed quietly as he woke groggily, looking bleary eyed at his surroundings. He faintly remembered being on a mission with… “Lance?!” The Red Paladin called out for the Paladin of Blue worriedly as he realised that the pressure on his wrists were chains and the room was glowing a faint purple. He heard a faint groan from behind him. “What Mullet?” Came the irritated reply as Lance woke slowly, not realising the predicament the two were in. “Lance I think we’re…” He was cut off by the entrance of a Galran General stalking into the room. Immediately the threats came. However to each question asked about Voltron or its Paladins Lance gave a snarky answer whilst Keith spat profanities. Neither gave the Galra the information they wanted. This happened continuously for about 4 minutes before Lance classily insulted the Galra’s mother. The General whirled around, delivering a hard punch to Lance’s cheek, causing the Blue Paladin to groan slightly in pain. Keith, only hearing what was happening behind him, immediately asked if Lance was okay. The other had mumbled a quick “Better than ever!” in response, not wanting to worry Keith. 
Seeing the Red Paladin’s reaction to a punch the General smiled as they realised how they could get one to speak. 

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anonymous asked:

This is kinda a wonky question, but I don't really understand all the controversy about Autism Speaks? Could you help me out if you know? If not that's totally cool thanks for acknowledging me. You're so cool omg

Pfft thank you xD 

Too sum it up quickly here’s a video they made, with the narrator supposedly being autism itself (If you get upset easily don’t watch it (I can’t watch the full thing)

Former Autism Speaks board member Harry Slatkin, whose wife, Laura, continues to serve on the Board of Directors, stated in an interview with Town and Country while still a board member that sometimes he hoped their autistic son David would drown in the backyard pond rather than “suffer like this all his life.” Evidencing a pattern of similarly violent rhetoric, Autism Speaks is also responsible for the 2006 PSA “Autism Every Day“ in which their then Vice President states on camera that she considered putting her autistic daughter in the car and driving off a bridge, and that the only reason she refrained from doing so was because her other, non-autistic daughter would have been waiting for her at home—her autistic daughter was in the room as she made these statements. Furthermore, the producer of this PSA explicitly admitted that the film was intentionally staged to portray negative images of autistic people and their families.

Only four days following the release of “Autism Every Day,” pathologist Karen McCarron smothered her autistic daughter with a garbage bag. McCarron stated that she murdered Katie because her “autism had not been improving,” had thought about killing Katie, that made an earlier brief attempt at suffocation, wanted to cure Katie, thought killing Katie would make her “complete” in heaven, and wanted to live without autism and thus had to kill Katie. Investigators found that McCarron was obsessed with different treatments for Katie. (See People v. FRANK-McCARRON, 934 NE 2d 76 - Ill: Appellate Court, 3rd Dist. 2010.) Though it is not presently possible to draw a direct connection between Autism Speaks’ PSA and Katie’s murder, this crime and dozens like it only underscore how the kind of rhetoric that Autism Speaks favors only serves to recklessly endanger the lives of autistic people.

(source article)

Autism Speaks also publicly supports the Judge Rotenberg Center, a group home for autistic and neurodivergent students that uses “treatments” like food and sleep deprivation and electric shock to try and train the residents into acting neurotypical. The center has changed states three times in an attempt to bypass regulation against abusive treatment, and their practices have resulted in the deaths of more than one student.

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  • Autism Speaks does not have a single autistic member on their board.
  • Autism Speaks only spends 4% of their budget on “family services”.
  • Much of Autism Speaks’ money goes toward research, and much of that research centers on finding a way to eliminate autism, and thus, autistics (which will likely be done through a prenatal test, in the same way that the Down’s Syndrome test is conducted).
  • Autism Speaks produces advertisments, small films, etc. about what a burden autistic people are to society.
  • Autism Speaks was responsible for “Autism Every Day”, which featured a member of their board talking about contemplating murder-suicide of her daughter in front of her daughter. This has now be removed from Autism Speaks’ Youtube channel.
  • Autism Speaks is responsible for the atrocity known as “I am Autism”, a short film produced by the same person who directed the 3rd Harry Potter movie (yes, really) and features an ominous voice saying things like “I am autism…I know where you live…I work faster than pediatric AIDS, cancer, and diabetes combined…I will make sure your marriage fails.”

For further reading, here are a few resources about Autism Speaks:

Here are a few other terrible things that Autism Speaks has done recently.

  • This woman’s job offer was rescinded after she asked Autism Speaks for accommodations in caring for her autistic son.  They refused, and she made necessary accommodations for childcare, but they withdrew her offer anyways.
  • Autism Speaks shared the news of Google removing hate speech regarding autistics from Google’s autofill feature, completely erasing any mention of autistic people’s flashblogs having anything to do with the change.  It was only after a member of the autism community (and not a parent, but an autistic person themselves) spoke with a reporter about the flashblog and a statement was released to the media that Google decided to make this change.
  • Autism Speaks highlighted AAC use, while erasing those those who actually use AAC devices to communicate.  The focus was on the caretakers, not on the autistic people themselves. (The attached link has a link to a rebuttal by a nonspeaking autistic person, Amy Sequenzia).

In short: Its a hate group disguised as a charity and my god I want it to end

anonymous asked:

So, I'm really curious as to what kind of "Awkward Romantic Crap" Keith did during the first three weeks of dating Lance when they were "boyfriends-who-don't-know-how-to-be-boyfriends" XDD Could you maybe give some examples?

I could, but, really, isn’t stuff like that sometimes best left to the imagination? ;) … Right, who am I kidding? I’m a bit sleepy, so my apologies — I’m gonna just give ya one example of Keith being an awkward turtle of a person :)


Awkward Romantic Crap, The First

Keith adores Lance a stupid amount. He spent several months contemplating (between the denying and the repressing because feelings why?) the many ways he would kiss that loudmouth into silence, give him all the reasons as to why he was wanted and valuable, not allowing him the chance to doubt himself ever again, but now they were boyfriends and Keith … He just couldn’t find the words.

So he tried with this one romantic gesture — he tried to get Lance flowers. 

Lance had no allergies (Keith sacrificed his dignity to ask Hunk), the flowers were normal and totally not flesh-eating (Keith gave up a little more pride to ask Coran for where to get a bouquet), and flowers were a thing couples did (according to Shiro, and by this point Keith sort of wanted to live inside Red and never face the team again).

So the reason why this became Awkward Romantic Crap is because Keith just could not find the right time to give them to Lance. 

There had to be some kind of special boyfriend-sense he was lacking because it never felt right to just suddenly give Lance flowers. And he really didn’t want to do it in front of the others, and his private time with Lance was hard to come by and most of it they spent feeling out their relationship and having some truly humiliating (albeit necessary) talks about boundaries or whatever.

They bouquet stayed in his room for a week, the special space blooms starting to droop. 

Until Lance came into his room, rubbing the back of his neck, sheepishly asking if they could have a date-night on the observation deck couch … And going mute halfway through his question when he saw the flowers.

Silence for a few seconds. Then, “Uh, who’s brought you flowers? Wait, was it that chick with the Elvis hair? Keith, Keith did you bond with another mullet? Are you … Okay, I mean, no, I’m being dumb. You can get flowers from admirers, it’s fine. Just … you could have mentioned it? Do we have to talk about this kind of stuff too? Or am I being, like, possessive if I ask you to tell me? Oh god, am I a controlling boyfriend —”

Keith shut him up with a kiss (maybe this made his heart speed up in the most awesome ways, but that didn’t negate the strategic value for getting a word in when Lance was full-ramble.) And then, trying to keep the blush down and failing, he said quickly, “They’re for you. They were … I got them, a week back, and I just … I couldn’t figure out when to give them to you?”

“A week — were you hiding them whenever we were hanging out in here?”

Keith didn’t answer except to turn even redder.

Lance wasn’t a silly jackass all of the time (though Keith actually found that silly jackass behaviour kind of fun and/or sweet because he was doomed), so he didn’t mock Keith at all — he just smiled and said, “Uh, you can give them to me now, if you want?”

Instantly, Keith reached over to the vase, pulling the flowers out, a few navy blue petals falling as he all but thrust them into Lance’s chest, the stems dripping water. “These are for you.”

“And what’s the occasion?” Lance asked, pink blossoming along his cheeks, down his neck.

“Just … just that I … I’m good with us. Now. And … happy. Because of you. So, thanks. For your existence.”

Lance’s face was doing a thing — Keith couldn’t tell if he was fighting back laughter or tears, but then two arms wrapped around his shoulders, bringing him into a soft yet lingering kiss. Satin petals brushed against Keith’s face as Lance still gripped the bouquet tightly.

When they both pulled away, Lance was grinning and Keith didn’t feel so awkward anymore. 

Except when his boyfriend started speaking again … “Dude, would you have just let my flowers die before you grew a spine and gave them to their rightful owner? For shame, Red, for shame.” He dragged the bouquet into the limited space between them. “Look at my precious babies! Did you change the water? You’re supposed to change the water, Keith, you can’t just —”

Keith crushed the flowers between their chests in order to gain access to that irritating (delicious) mouth. Lance wailed about his flowers even as their lips met again. Keith let Lance go long enough to get the flowers some fresh water, watching him carefully tend to the blooms that were still intact.

And then Keith dragged him in for more kisses — he was always better with actions than words. Except flower-giving, apparently. But Keith had learned that he could do that kind of romantic crap, at least once. Better luck next time — he’d give them to Lance in front of everyone, come hell or high water, damn it.

(And maybe, at some point in the future, Keith finds a few dark blue flowers pressed between the pages of an old Altean book Allura had given Lance for his birthday. 

Keith will blush again, cringe at the memory, and then kiss his boyfriend stupid when he walks through his bedroom door because he truly adores Lance a stupid amount, and Lance always appreciates his awkwardness, sees his efforts as the most sincere gestures of love, and Keith can’t help but see any mockery that did come his way as endearing. 

So doomed.)


I am off to bed, and oh so tired, but hopefully this drabble makes some kind of sense. Hope you found it both awkward and enjoyable! ;D *hugs* Many thanks for asking!

anonymous asked:

Consider: Andrew and Neil sharing a bed. Obviously we all know that Andrew has to have his back to the wall and it works best when Neil is facing him so that he doesn't just see the back of a head when he wakes up. Also consider that Neil has spent the last decade or so making sure to never have his back to a door, whether awake or asleep. Neil purposely sleeping with his back to the door to make Andrew more comfortable don't mind me I'm just crying over these fools

All right, in the spirit of keeping this short and sweet… I hope you like this, that this is what you had in mind.

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The only thing better than their win against UT (seven to six, and each point hard-won since the Longhorns had done their best to redress their loss the previous season and almost managed to do just that) had been coming into the locker room after the game to find out that their return flight home had been cancelled for the night and they’d have to stay in Austin until they could fly out the next morning due to a string of strong storms moving through the southeast. Considering the rough flight in from Atlanta that had even given Neil a moment or two of unease… well, Neil hadn’t been certain how they were going to get Andrew back on the plane short of horse tranquilizers if the flight home was going to be as turbulent as the earlier flight.

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Apartment 5108 // 16

Apartment 5108 — ft. Oh Sehun
// Contemporary Romance
// Adult Fiction
// Sexual & Explicit Language — in later chapters

A/N: It’s long (19,000ish words) and I’m sorry. This chapter is more of closing loose ends but nevertheless—please read with low expectations. 

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16

I remember staring back at Sehun that night.

I remember his imploring request to believe in him one last time. I remember his each and every sentiment sinking deep into the well of my heart and I remember how all of my words were lost beyond grasp while I listened to his final plea.

‘Believe in me.

Believe in me one last time, Ahri.’

It wasn’t hearing the four letters to my name muting my lips or hushing my thoughts. It was his determination in expressing how he was trying to do better—to be better than the man he once was.

Sehun finally showed me progress. He displayed his will to become someone far different than the man I lived with months ago and he was a person untethered to his past just as I have moved forward from mine.

It’s all I ever wanted from him.

It’s all I ever wanted to see from him.

For countless moments, I tied myself to the quiet night. I was unable to summon any sensible reply in head or heart. I remained without speech and could only watch as Sehun mirrored my voiceless actions. My stillness became his own while he patiently waited for my response.

And all I could give him, all I could answer with was a nod void of any sound or noise. Every small movement I made was filled with a myriad of emotions traversing through my skin and bones. They were heavy feelings I inwardly felt but couldn’t translate nor properly convey into letters or sentences. It was a mixture of uncertainty, worry, but also wonder and curiosity in how he’s going to show me precisely what I always longed for in this lifetime—

Love.

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It was abrupt, it was unexpected. It came out of nowhere and she didn’t know what to do. So she ran, she ran to what she called her second home. She beat on the door with tears rushing down her face, sobs crawling up her throat. The door opened slowly, the boy behind it confused. Eyes widening when he saw the state his friend was in, he pulled her close hugging the girl. She buried her head in his chest, words being choked out as she tried to explain. He hushed the girl, kissing the top of her head as he rocked her back and forth. 

“It’s late, let’s go and sleep.” He mumbled locking the door behind the both of them. Lifting the girl, he softly trudged up the stairs not wanting to make the girl feel uncomfortable. It hurt, it felt as if the oxygen was being ripped from his lungs. He couldn’t bear to watch the girl he loved suffer but neither could he find the strength to confess his feelings to the girl he called his best friend.

He kicked the door shut behind him before walking towards the bed. He sat the tired girl down on the edge before bending down to take her shoes off. Tiredness and pain swirled in her orbs as she tried to wipe away the silent tears that ran down her cheeks. Throwing the shoes to the wall, he turned the light off before sitting on the bed with the girl.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He questioned letting the girl lean her head against his shoulder. She shook her head no. not being able to find the voice to speak.

“I just want to lay down Jack.” He nodded understandingly as he pulled his sheets back letting the girl get under. His heart broke at the sound of her harsh intakes, she was trying to suppress the tears. He pulled the covers up to his shoulders letting the girl cuddle into his chest. He rubbed her back listening to her breathing as it started to regulate. After a while, he looked down at her frowning at the pain that resided in her facial expression. Even though she was sleeping, he could tell she was hurting. Feeling the drowsiness, Jack pressed a kiss to her forehead before shutting his eyes. 

“I love you.” He hadn’t thought of it as the three words slipped through his lips. If only he could tell her to her face while she was awake.

—–

“Where is she?” Daniel asked Jack patting his friend on the shoulder. Daniel had heard them last night at the door but he figured Jack had it under control. It hurt Daniel to see his friend suffering from his feelings. Jack had loved her for so long but he didn’t want to dump his feelings onto her. Daniel understood but he could tell that it was breaking Jack and he didn’t know what to do for his friend.

“Upstairs sleeping. She was crying so much and I didn’t know how to help.” Jack whispered with his hands in his face. He took an intake of breath thinking of how she was crying and how she couldn’t even bring herself to speak. It hurt just as much as it hurt her.

“Go shower, I’ll take care of her if she wakes up.” Daniel offered a soft smile as he gave Jack a quick hug. Nodding Jack went back upstairs to his room. Grabbing the stuff he needed, he kept glancing at the girl to make sure she wasn’t up. He didn’t want her to know he was hurting, she would see it on his face. With one more look, Jack slowly exited the room shutting the door behind him. If only feelings were easier to deal with.

—–

“Daniel?” Daniel turned around hearing his name being called by a familiar voice. He turned to find her slouched against the counter. She offered a small smile as she took a seat at the island.

“Want some breakfast?” Daniel sheepishly offered half of his bagel making her let out a small chuckle as she took the food from him. The both of them ate in silence, thoughts running through their heads. Daniel glanced at the girl to find her with her head in her hands. He slowly put his half eaten bagel down before looking back at her.

“Want to talk about it?” He asked making her look up at him with bleary eyes. She was angry with herself, even more confused. She didn’t know how to speak of it in slow words without bursting into tears. Taking a breath, she crossed her arms before speaking.

“Daniel I d-didn’t know.” She whispered making him give her a look of confusion. 

“Know what?” He questioned making her feel unsteady.

“We were going on a date, Taylor, and I. We were both extremely happy, it seemed as if nothing could wrong. Jack had texted me asking about some gift for Zach and while I was responding Taylor completely lost it. He started shouting telling me he couldn’t do it anymore. How he couldn’t let Jack take me away from him. I was so confused, Taylor wasn’t making any sense. He told me that maybe I didn’t know, but he knew, he knew that I loved Jack. More than friends, in a way where I couldn’t live without Jack. He knew I loved Jack more than him and he knew Jack loved me just as much. I denied it but he wouldn’t listen to me.” She ranted tugging at her soft locks. Daniel came to her side of the island pulling her into a hug. It all made sense to Daniel as he pieced it together, she loved Jack.

“He dropped me off here, he couldn’t deal with my sobbing. Something clicked this morning, waking up to Jack.What Taylor said is true, I love him and I don’t know how to tell him.” She croaked leaning into Daniel. He nodded understanding what she meant.

“Go talk to him. Tell him (Y/N), it’s the best thing to do. You can’t continue to have a friendship with buried feelings.” Daniel whispered into her hair. She nodded wiping the tears away before getting off of the stool. Daniel gave her hand a small squeeze before letting her go. Wrapping her arms around her midsection, she slowly walked up the stairs contemplating on how she would tell Jack. Passing the bathroom door, she stopped when she heard crying past the sound of running water. 

“Hello?” Jack quickly covered his mouth trying to suppress the sobs. He hadn’t meant to be that loud. How was he going to explain why he was crying this early in the morning?

“Jack is t-that you?” She whispered into the crease of the door so Jack could hear her better. Huffing when she didn’t get a response, she jiggled the door handle to find it unlocked.

“I’m going to come in okay?” Jack hesitantly shut the water off before wrapping a toilet around his bare torso.

“Hold on.” She swore she heard his voice break with two words. Jack leaned his damp forehead against the cool wooden door. Was letting her in the best option?

“Listen, we have very thin walls and I heard you crying in the shower, are you okay?” She asked through the door making him let out a small sigh. Jack shut his eyes, tears being forced to leave.His emotions got the best of him as the tears started to fall.

“No, yes not really.” He mumbled feeling fucked over by his feelings. 

“Can I come in?” She asked backing up a little as she grabbed the doorknob. When she didn’t hear him disagree, she slowly opened the door gasping at the amount of steam that was in the bathroom. Jack was slumped against the wall, head in his hands. She took a seat on the floor next to him, noticing that he was still wet. He had in the shower for a long time, his fingers were pruney and pink looking. She leaned her head on his shoulders, wrapping her arm around his backside. He exhaled, he swore his throat was tightening up.

“Jack, I need to tell you s-” He cut her off, abruptly looking at her with bloodshot eyes. Her eyes softened when she realized he was in pain. What could’ve happened?

“No, I need to tell you something. Actually, I’ve been trying but I didn’t know how. I couldn’t see you suffer, it hurt so much. I couldn’t stand to see with him, Taylor never treated you right. You were fighting for someone who wouldn’t fight for you. IT was frustrating, seeing you come over with a frown because Taylor had said some bullshit. It hurt so much but last night when you came over sobbing, breaking in my own hands. I was angry with myself, I could’ve prevented that. I could’ve told you.” He rushed out looking at her. She shut her eyes, not wanting him to see the oncoming tears.

“Told me what?” She whispered making chills creep down his spine. Realizing there was nothing to lose, Jack took a deep breath before he spoke the foreign words.

“I-I love you, so much and I was scared. Scared that if I told you, I would burden my feelings on you. I didn’t want you to feel like I was trying to rip you away from Taylor. You seemed so happy and I didn’t want to ruin that. If you don’t feel the same way, I und-” She cut off his ranting by placing a hand on the back of his head. He leaned into the touch, not knowing if she would ever touch him the same way.

“That’s the thing, Jack I love you. So fucking much. It took me so long to realize that you were so much better than Taylor. The signs were there, I was just blind and in denial. Something clicked, I woke up before you this morning. Seeing you lying there, tousled curls and multiple imperfections that I find so perfect. I realized that I want to wake up to that for the rest of my life. I love you, Jack Avery, I always will.” A smile found its way to Jacks chapped lips as he wondered what he had done to deserve such a girl.

“Can I kiss you now?” He mumbled eyes running from her lips to her eyes. She slowly nodded anticipating the feeling of Jack’s lips on hers. Jack let his legs go flat on the ground before pulling the girl on his lap. Her hand slipped from the back of his head down to his collarbone. Giving her one last look, he pulled her forward pressing a soft kiss onto her lips. He could’ve sworn he felt all the pain and doubt slip away as their lips molded together. Her hands ran up to the back of his neck pulling him into the kiss. His arms reached around her waist, clasping around what he could now say was his. They both pulled back, slight pants escaping their slightly swollen lips. Her heart felt warm as she leaned her forehead against his. They both looked at each other before letting out small laughs.

“Thank you Daniel.” Jack mumbled to himself thankful that his friend had pushed him towards this opportunity. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she closed her eyes content with the outcome.

“Bless Daniels heart.”

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