not a good idea really

highlights of 4x04
  • dad!Kane calling Octavia out
  • jasper “floating” jaha
  • the foam prank on clarke
  • miller talking on a leadership role!!!
  • every interaction between raven and luna
  • “What happened??” “I happened” genius Raven to the rescue as always!!
  • jaha is getting better with each episode 
  • a lottery is a really good idea why didn’t they do that earlier 
  • thank FUCK octavia is alive both for bellamy’s sake and for hers like maybe she can take this second chance and turn her ass around
So I, admin kai thought it would be a good idea to cut my hair really short

I thought it would turn out like a Baekhyun hairstyle bUT I LOOK LIKE COCONUT HEAD TAEMIN

If this post gets at least 15/20 likes I’ll post a comparison picture

@dubvictor replied to your post “me, reading a fic that involves therapy: okay… that sounds unethical…”

i’ve seen one fic do it well and that was “a piercing comfort” by talithan. the ethical issues are front and center and are imo handled perfectly - the person most at emotional risk in that fic is actually the therapist himself (draco in this case). i didn’t read it for like a year because i was so upset by the idea but it’s so, so good and really healing imo.

I was just talking about A Piercing Comfort! I was really apprehensive about the therapist/client aspect before reading it, but i found the way it was handled tactful and appropriate. Therapists are people too, they are capable of behaving unethically. If that’s the case, the best thing the story can do is to acknowledge what happened as such, and deal with the consequences it creates in a realistic and healthy way. It’s really important to make the distinction that one therapy process or therapeutic relationship is not generalizable to whole, especially if it’s a flawed one. I really liked this fic though, especially the portrayal of therapy and recovery processes in it. It was a very cathartic read for me, and i really liked the character analysis of Harry in it. 

My brain on writing
  • Me: Okay, I'm really excited about this story I'm writing. But I need to sit down and finish it. *sits down with great purpose and resolve*
  • My Brain: Hey...that totally reminds me of this *other* idea that doesn't really go with this story at all but could be an entirely new multi-chapter fic. Let's start that instead!
  • Me: I hate you. But that is a really good idea. Maybe I'll just write a few notes. *writes notes*
  • My Brain: You know what that note reminds me of? Three new one-shots completely unrelated to the things you're working on and a sequel to the thing you haven't finished yet!
  • Me: I'm going to bed now.
  • My Brain: Hey, now I know how you should end that scene you were writing! Also, here are some things at work to worry about. And the refrain of one of the songs you listened to today on continuous repeat.
Broken bones.


So, hey, I had this really small possibility of my toe being broken but ITS NOT! YAAAY

And so I started talking with some people cuz I said I needed to talk about it and a conversation was just so good that I had the inspiration to do this. ( @just-an-iruni-zeleno)

I need to say that in this fic, every character is a human cuz, a skeleton breaking their bones seems most likely to kill them (we’re talking about Sanses sooo)

Also, this actually doesn’t tell the story of HOW I got injured so yeah. U can ask me later.



Sci was bored, on his house, having nothing to do. He just lay on the couch and stared at the ceiling.

It was two pm already, and he stayed all day lying on his bed and only moved for lunch, and as his room was SO FAR AWAY, he stayed in the living room.

He wasn’t in the mood for reading, watching a movie, cooking, playing videogames, ANYTHING. Boredom hit him and he apparently let it set.

“Are you going to do anything at all brother? it’s two pm! don’t you have any Sunday plan?”

Sci shook his head in response

Paps sighed “Why don’t you go do something like, idk, sports?”


“Go take a bike road or something!”

“Wait… That actually sounds pretty good…”

“See? there’s always something you can do!”

“Yeah yeah. I’ll go on a ride.”

“See you later brother!”

Sci changed from his pijamas to more suitable clothes for the activity, then grabbed his bike, and left.

The wind quickly hit his face. A rush of happiness run across Sci’s body. He was actually enjoying the ride. He pedalled towards the park. It was autumn and a combination of pastel tones of orange, red and yellow flooded the place.

Some loops around the lake, and he was ready to go back. it was already four o'clock, and he was feeling tired.

As he started heading back, he found himself getting lost in his thoughts. His friends, his family, he was in a nice moment in his life, young and so full of opportunities.

Apparently, he was so lost in his mind, he didn’t notice where he was riding.


He snapped back into reality to see a family skating just in front of him. His reflexes worked fast enough for him to avoid hitting them and change direction…


But not fast enough to avoid the tree he ran into.

Before hitting it, he tried turning, but that didn’t work at all, and his foot got trapped between the tree and the bike.

The family ran towards him and checked if he was ok, to which Sci answered, “Yeah! it’s ok. Are YOU ok?”

“Yeah. Be more careful sir”

“S-sure! I am so sorry!”

“No problem.” So they stood up and left.

Sci took off his shoe, cause his foot hurt and a lot. It seemed fine, nothing superficial. He tried to stand back up, struggling a bit, then grabbed the bike and started riding back home.

The pain was almost unbearable, but Sci didn’t care that much. He remembered going through similar things, and the pain going away soon after.

He finally arrived home, parked his bike, opened the door, and collapsed on the couch. His foot felt like it didn’t fit on his shoe. Something was off. His foot was swollen. He removed his shoe immediately just to see it was bigger and redder than the other one


“Uh… hey Paps… I… I think I need a bucket filled with cold water and ice… please?”

Papyrus facepalmed. “OH MY GOD SANS!” You know he’s serious when he calls his brother by his real name.

Some time passed and Sci’s foot didn’t seem to be any better.

Papyrus was getting changed for a party he had that night. “Sci, I think you should call dad. He knows something about medicine even though he’s a scientist”

“But he lives far and its late…”

“It’s seven pm…”

“Isn’t your party at ten?”

“But the party is 80 miles away.”



“OK fine geez.”


Me: Hey dad…

Dad: What’s wrong Sans?

Me: How do you know something’s wrong?

Dad: You answering like that

Me: Oh…

Me: Well… today I went bike riding and I crashed against a tree and hurt my feet?

Dad: 1: What did you do, 2: What are you doing? 3: How does it look?

Me: 1: I got back home on my bike

Me: 2: I placed my foot on a bucket of cold water and that’s where it is now, of course, taking it off not to freeze my foot

Me: 3: Purple and Swollen


Dad: I’m on my way.

Sans: Ok.


Gaster appeared, a few minutes later, holding a first aid kit. His expression turned to shock to see how bad his son’s foot looked like.


“Uh… I thought that described my foot perfectly?”


Gaster proceeded to take Sci’s foot off the cold water, and started checking it. Sci complaint at every movement Gaster made, so it was not necessary for him to ask the classic “Does this hurt” cause his answer was given as soon as he tried to do something.

“Ok. It’s most likely to be broken.”


“I think you should go to the hospital”

“N-No… it’s ok.”

“You yelled at every damn time I touched it”

“I was overdoing it!”

“… Really?”

“… Y-YES! If it makes you feel better, I’ll go to the hospital tomorrow!”

Gaster looked fed up of Sci’s bullshit, so he grabbed the kit, opened it, and covered Sci’s feet in bandages.

“DO NOT, take them off, DO NOT, walk and DO NOT make anything stupid.”


“Get someone to keep you company.”

“You’re not staying?”


“Wow thanks.”

“I’ll come and look for you tomorrow at lunchtime to get you to the hospital. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow Sci” Said Papyrus who was also leaving. “ I’ll go see you in the hospital!”

“Ok… bye guys”

Sci stayed there, with his foot over the table. He couldn’t do much really, but he just wasn’t going to stay there. He managed to stand up and walked towards the bathroom, completely ignoring what his father said, but in the bathroom, he kicked some cleaning products by accident, making his foot hurt even more.

He went back to the couch, grabbed his phone, and checked who could stay in company with him…













Me: Hey Edge

Edge: Sup.

Me: Can we talk?

Edge: Mhmm

Me: I think I broke my foot

Edge: WHAT?

Me: Yeah… my dad told me I needed company and that I shouldn’t walk, but I accidentally kicked some cleaning products…

Edge: JFC Sci…

Me: And coming back to the couch, I hit the couch?

Edge: OH MY GOD! Do you need me to go and take care of you?

Me:… That would be nice

Edge: Going. I’m bringing you cookies



Not so long after, Sci heard a knock on on the door. Again, ignoring what his father said, he stood up, and opened the door.


“Hello Edge”

Edge hugged Sci, and Pulled him for a kiss. When they drew back, Edge stared at him in disbelief.

“Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, NOT WALKING?”

“Don’t you have the key?”

“Oh… Nope! I left those at home”

“You idiot.”

Sci sat back and pulled his leg up to the desk again

“That looks pretty bad”

“I know… I hope it’s not broken…”

“Who told you it could be broken?”

“My dad”

“It’s definitely broken”


Edge sat next to him and threw his arm across Sci’s back.

“Thanks for keeping me company”

“Yeah. I am your last choice”


“Right. wasn’t everyone else busy?”

“No! I don’t know how everyone else is! I only messaged you!”


“My brother went to a dinner, my dad didn’t want to stay, I didn’t want Blue, bugging me about how distracted I was thinking of you, which I kinda was by the way, and I don’t trust other people to come and keep me company ya know?”

“That’s good.” Edge grabbed Sci Again and kissed him. “So, what do you want for dinner?”

“So you’re cooking for me?”

“I am NOT letting you move from there, unless it’s an emergency”

“Ok. I want… Some salad.”

“You’re LAAAAME!”

“I want salad! It’s not that hard!”

“Is there something in the fridge for me?”

“There’s some chicken.”

“I’m eating that.”

After the dinner, Sci looked very very tired. Edge just slid one of his arms behind Sci’s back, and the other under his legs

“Uh, Edge?” Sci’s face turned red as Edge used all his strength to lift him up, and carry him all the way back to his room upstairs. He placed Sci on his bed and made sure his foot wasn’t on a bad position, then sat besides him

“Are you tired Sci?”


“Don’t you want to do anything else?”

“Hehe, I don’t think I’m in the best condition to do anything”

“So now your foot matters”

“It hurts like heck! I just didn’t want to go to the hospital”

“Fine! I get it. Should I get the cookies?”

“Nah. I’ll eat them for breakfast.”

“Do you want to sleep just yet?”

“Is not like I can do anything else…”

“Well, we can just” Edge took off his shirt, as it was warm inside Sci’s room “Cuddle”

“Yeah, that’s fine, tho, you really had to-”


“Well ok then” Sci proceeded to the same, then laid back.

Edge laid by his side and snuggled onto Sci’s chest. Sci wrapped his arms around Edge, then close his eyes, and fell asleep.


The next morning, they woke up due to a knock on Sci’s door.

“Hmmm, what’s that sound bae?”

“Probably my dad…”

“Does he have any keys?”

“Yes, thought we have to go downstairs, cause he’s driving me to the hospital.”

Edge growled, refusing to get up, to what Sci decided to tickle him. Edge started laughing and kicking stuff, including Sci’s foot.



“It’s ok. Put on your shirt and hand me mine.”

“Ok. Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yes! I am fine! it’s just a probably broken foot”

They both got changed, and walked down the stairs. Sci has grabbing himself from Edge’s back while jumping in one foot.

When they got down, Gaster was already sitting down in the couch.

“Dad! I didn’t hear you open the door.”

“Didn’t you hear me knock? By the way, hello Edge”

“Hello Doctor.”

“Yes, that woke us up.”

“Good. you two, into the car. I hope you followed my instructions Sci”


“You didn’t…”


Gaster glared at him.

“I told him not to move, but he did anyway”

“Edge you’re not helping…” Sci replied.

Sci, Edge and Gaster drove up to the hospital, where Sci got a radiography made, which shown that some of his bones were indeed broken. He was given a plaster and some crutches to be able to walk. The treatment lasted two months, in which, all of his friends, visited and kept him comfort.

Maybe now he wasn’t in the best situation or moment in his life, but his family and friends always kept him up, reminding him that even in the worst of situations, he would never be alone.

The Signal (2014), William Eubank

The film showcases a bunch of really good sci-fi ideas, which include computer hacking, alien technology, and super powers, all mixed together in a super overblown way (with plenty of very serious melodrama!), but that’s not to say that it’s not surprising and fun and occasionally quite terrific, thanks to some sort of predictable, but nonetheless satisfying twists and overall confidence exuding both in front of and behind the camera. 

Metacritic: 54, RT: 60%, IMDb: 6.1

justareader  asked:

Hi !! Can you tag me in Mr President please :) I just read part 1 and it's amazing, the idea is really good and I can't wait to find out more, like does the part of Steve & "me" fonduing is a dream or a memory (I would say maybe the last as it seems that "I" know him pretty well). Thanks :)

Consider yourself tagged!

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dimini  asked:

Have you ever had a really good drawing idea that seemed original but later you realize someone else has already done that idea? T^T (It's not like it's happening to me everyday or anything)

Yeah, that’s happened to me a few times X’D


if you expected a serious fanart from me, im sorry

ASOUE as Stock Photos pt 1




Count Olaf:


Cute past!Ardyn with his black chocobo *_*
I want to know more about Ardyn’s past life before he became evil guy…

On Bitty and the Football Team:

Its his freshman year and Bitty is walking around campus on his Taddy Tour™ with John Johnson, Ollie, Wicks, and some other guys on the team that Bitty doesn’t know. They are coming to the end of the tour and are walking down the frat row where all the sports teams have their respective houses. They walk past the volleyball house and the soccer house with no problem, but things get louder once they reach the football house. 

There are a bunch of hulking men gathered on the front lawn tossing a ball back and fourth. One, with short black hair and a very broad chest catches the ball, turns to the group and shouts,

“Hey hockey jerkoffs! look out!” 

He throws the ball, and it cuts through the air with Wick’s head as its target. It would have hit him straight on the nose too, if Bitty hadn’t caught it, snatching it from air as easily as anything. 

“You better keep this! you clearly need the practice!” Bitty threw the ball back to him in a perfect spiral, and when the offending player caught it, he was knocked to the ground with the force of it. 

Everyone was gapping at the mountainous man on the ground. A different player with shaggy brown hair called out in disbelief, “You just took out the school’s tight end!”

Bitty shrugged, unbothered, “I hope he’s second string.” 

All of the guys on the Taddy Tour™ starting whooping at the chirp, and the group moved onward toward the Haus, leaving a pack of slack jawed football players in their wake. The shaggy haired one offered a hand to the man on the ground.

“You good Brandon?” He asked, hoisting the other player to his feet. 

“Yeah dude, nothing hurt but my pride.” Brandon rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly, “Who was that guy?” 

Shaggy hair shrugged, “One of the new Hockey recruits I guess.” 

Brandon smirked, “Hot.”  

rather tempted to change my url to silverliningjohn bc look at him, he’s holding galaxies and he’s so unaware. it’s the most precious thing and he’s so beautiful


and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I’ve just kind of had this idea floating around in my head all day about Cas owning a cozy little bookstore. He keeps it open 365 days a year, because he wants it to be a safe space for people. He knows first hand that, especially around holiday season, not everyone has somewhere to go. And he’s made it his mission since he opened two years ago to make sure everyone has somewhere to go if they don’t want to be alone.

So when Dean, a frequent customer the past few months, (and a frequent star in Cas’ day dreams) offers him a chair at their Thanksgiving feast tomorrow night, he politely declines, and advises Dean he will be working.

‘Can’t be working on Thanksgiving Cas! What the hell are you gonna eat? That’s the best part of the whole day!’ Cas just shakes his head, and apologizes. When Dean persists, questioning why Charlie can’t run the place for the day, he explains that Charlie is meeting Dorothy’s parents, and he doesn’t mind working.

Thanksgiving morning, Dean stops by to try and convince him one last time to close up and come to Sam’s with him, Cas states harshly, 'Not everyone has a place to go for the holidays, Dean. I didn’t have a place to go for twelve years after my parents kicked me out. I NEED to be here so no one is in that situation if they don’t want to be! NO ONE should be alone during the holidays.’ And while Dean is taken aback by the tone, he mutters an apology and leaves.

Cas spends most of the day by himself, a teenage girl comes in around ten, and then he doesn’t see anyone else until four. The older gentleman leaves around four thirty, and though neither of them make a purchase, he’s still glad he was here. When the bell at the door rings again around seven, Cas is happy to see someone else in need. However when he turns the corner from the aisle he was reorganizing, he sees Dean, arms full of bags. From their transparency, he sees a bag of dinner rolls, what he believes is several Tupperware containers full of mashed potatoes, turkey, gravy, and stuffing, and the unmistakable circular outline of a pie tin.

'What is this, Dean? Shouldn’t you be at Sam’s?’

'You were right, Cas. No one should be alone on Thanksgiving.’