not quite sure why i post this

anonymous asked:

Yeah and Lily posts an ig that everyone thinks sounds like taylor. Girl the mind games we have gone through with them.

lol I hate the mind games, but what can ya do I guess? We’ve been through so much, why quit now? haha. I don’t really know why people think Taylor and Lily are together. I mean, they hang out, sure, but I haven’t seen anything to really indicate that they are more than friends like I’ve seen with Taylor and Karlie. There’s a vast difference between the two pairings. I mean, whoever ships Laylor or Tily or whatever the heck, you do you. But I don’t see it.


Tumblr is a butt. The images are now separated to not be so blurred.

Copied from previous upload attempt: 

“Celestia’s got the right idea. After every candy/treat heavy holiday, she goes incognito so she can go around town and see how much sweets she can get with a set budget. Far more fun than just outright buying whatever she wants.

I forgot about Valentines Day until the afternoon before. I’m sure quite a few of your were in the same boat but with actual significant others and not just a pony blog. Shame. So yeah, that’s why this post is extra sketchy.”

Shut Up: The Power of Understanding what Introversion Actually is in a World of People Who Won’t Stop Using it as an Excuse

Since I’ve started tagging some posts as “shitty introverts” I decided to make this post to serve as a reference without being quite as sarcastic and salty as I have been, though I’m pretty sure I’ve already failed with that title. Will I change any minds? It’s doubtful, but if you ever want to know why I’m tearing into that introvertunites/introvert, dear post, you can look at this.

First, a brief definition of introversion in two different systems.

In MBTI: Introverts are people who have a dominant introverted function. Extroverts are people who have a dominant extroverted function. Ambiversion does not exist in the MBTI system - more on that later.

Outside of MBTI: Introverts are people who are energized more by time alone than by time spent with others. Extroverts are people who are energized more by time spent with other people than by time spent alone. Ambiverts are people who fall close to the middle.

In reality, everyone is somewhere along a spectrum (ie, we all need some alone time and some time with people), so arguably we’re all ambiverts, but it’s commonly used for people who find themselves needing a pretty even balance of the two. 

Now, ambiversion still doesn’t exist within the MBTI system. If you want to call yourself an ANFP* or whatever, then you are making things up and that is not an MBTI type - it is a personal adaptation that uses some concepts from MBTI. Does this mean that MBTI doesn’t acknowledge that some people are non-MBTI ambiverts? No! It just means that MBTI theory uses the introvert and extrovert terms in a particular way, and doesn’t fully explain what social situations energize you, just like it doesn’t explain fully your favorite ice cream flavor or whether you like sports. It’s perfectly fine to say “I’m an ENFP, and I’m pretty ambiverted.”

Okay now that that’s out of the way, what does introversion, outside of MBTI, not mean?

It does not necessarily mean shyness, awkwardness, or lack of social skills. There’s probably a correlation, because people who prefer to spend most of their time alone have less of a vested interest in getting over shyness, awkwardness, or developing social skills, but there are awkward extroverts and socially adept introverts everywhere.

It does not mean misanthropy/hating people in general. I personally think hating people is not a particularly great way to be, as it means you’re closing yourself off to a whole lot of great experiences, and it definitely is going to be more common in introverts as it makes extroversion really hard, but if that’s your deal, fine. Just know that it’s not at all synonymous with introversion. Introversion means needing a good deal of alone time. It doesn’t mean that you hate the time spent with others, just that it’s going to require more energy.

It does not automatically make you smarter, kinder, more creative, or ‘deeper.’ Whatever psych studies may say, they’re going to be based on a subset, so even if introverts are, on average, smarter, it doesn’t mean you, arbitrary introvert, are smarter than an individual arbitrary extrovert. Another way to put it: more Americans have Olympic gold medals than Jamaicans, but I don’t have more gold medals than Usain Bolt. Use your alleged intelligence to learn and understand basic statistics.

Introversion, or for that matter shyness, awkwardness, or whatever do not excuse rudeness or flakiness, and nothing excuses expecting people to understand you without any explanation.

Look. I get that if you’re depressed, or have social anxiety**, you may say yes to a party invite only to find that when the party actually comes, you can’t bring yourself to make it or even to call. That’s okay. But it’s also okay for the host to be upset that you didn’t show up or let them know that you couldn’t come, and it falls to you, when you are up to the task, to explain why.

Is that hard as fuck to do? Yes. Is expecting other people to read your mind and know all the details of your life and mental health and accept all of your actions completely unfair to them? Also yes. Because here’s the thing: you can’t control other people’s reactions, and it’s ridiculous  to think you can.

Which brings us to the shitty introvert. The shitty introvert does the following:

Assumes they are in some way better than extroverts - smarter, more creative, better listeners - and may believe that because they let so few people into their lives, including someone is an honor in itself.

Assumes that having emotional responses is unique to them - that no one else dislikes public humiliation or unpleasant surprises.

Either complains that they’re getting dragged to parties, or complains that they’re no longer getting invitations to the parties that they repeatedly turned down, as if the host has nothing better to do than send you an invite they know you’ll refuse***.

Is rude to others and blames it on being introverted instead of considering that other people also have feelings and either putting in enough effort to maintain civility, or apologizing and taking full responsibility of their actions.

Expects to be understood and accommodated automatically without any explanation, and generally does not put in effort to understand or accommodate others.

Sees introversion as an excuse to never try to improve or challenge themselves. If something is hard for them, they will just give up or avoid it.

In summary, they insist they are more considerate, feeling, and creative while being rude, selfish, and stagnant.

Don’t be a shitty introvert.

*For some reason the example fake MBTI type with Ambiverted is always ANFP. I suspect it’s because Ne both is associated with being towards the middle of the itnrovert/extrovert spectrum and with being like “what if we didn’t follow the rules,” and Fi is associated with “your labels cannot contain me” but that is another post for another day.

**Social anxiety and depression are mental illnesses, and I’m not going to go into them or other mental health issues in this post in more depth, but please note that they are not tied to introversion. Will they often make people withdraw from social situations? Yes. That is a symptom of the illness, not an indicator of extroversion or introversion.

***”I want to be invited, I just don’t want to go!” shitty introverts cry, as if the hosts of the parties are not also human beings with needs and emotions. “Oh, yeah, sorry” the hosts are apparently supposed to tell the person they actually want to invite who would show up and bring a decent bottle of wine, “I’d love to invite you but I have a tiny apartment, so I can’t invite any more than 15 people, and I need to reserve a spot for my friend who not RSVP, ignore my calls, and will most likely either text me with some lame excuse an hour after the party started, or just completely flake. But you see their desires are more important than yours or mine.” Honestly what the host should do is just queue up a few automated invites to nonexistent parties, and on the off chance the shitty introvert does indeed show up without RSVP-ing to one of them, the host should just be like “Oh sorry, I know I said I’d have a party but I’m just not feeling it tonight.” GOLDEN RULE IN ACTION MOTHERFUCKERS.

Louis' Voice

Today when Just Hold On was playing on my phone, my son asked me if it was a new 1D song because “it sounds like them” and it gave me the biggest smile. Because Louis’ voice is so unique, so beautiful and so distinguishable. It was always a crucial part of 1D’s sound, providing depth and giving it an identity of its own. So much so that even in the absence of the other boy’s voices, my son still recognized it and immediately placed it. This post is not meant to diminish the voices of the other boys because I truly believe that they all have lovely voices. But Louis~the boy who started out without solos~who’s confidence took a dive because of it~has just showed the world that he does have a voice. And a very worthy one, at that. I’m quite sure that this is exactly why Jay pushed him to go forward with his performance. It was his tribute to her, but in a way, it was her parting gift to him as well. She knew that this would be pivotal for him, that it would give him increased confidence. She was always so proud of him~ I have no doubt she was smiling at him from heaven. I’m so SO proud of him for giving such a flawless and beautiful tribute performance and I hope he feels empowered to take on the world. He’s going to do so SO great and I’m just really overwhelmed with pride. 💗💗💗

you light the spark in my bonfire heart

au in which philip and lukas go ice skating (literal 1000% fluff and happiness and dorky philkas)

why dont i ever post fics during the day im so sorry to anyone who goes to sleep at a normal time and is never up when i post

When Philip pulls up to the big building, Lukas still isn’t quite sure where they’re going. It’s only when they get inside, and Lukas sees the big rink, that he gets it. He immediately comes to a halt, letting out a groan.

“What are we doing here, Philip?” He asks. Philip gives him a wide grin, and says, “Ice skating.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never been ice skating.” Philip says. Lukas makes a face.

“You’ve never been ice skating.” Philip continues. Lukas’ frown deepens, and Philip laughs, grabbing his boyfriend by the arm and tugging him.

“Come on. You’ll be fine.”

“I’m going to look like an idiot.”

“You already look like an idiot. You’ll just be an idiot with skates. Oh, and a hat.” Philip says, pulling a beanie out of his jacket pocket. Lukas looks at it incredulously, and before he can stop him, Philip is reaching up and pulling it over his hair.

Keep reading

These are fics that were posted on Tumblr. I’m not always good at bookmarking fics like those, and I assume the same is true of other people, so I wanted to draw special attention to them. Some of them have been posted to AO3 in ficlet collections, but those can also get lost in the shuffle.

untitled ficlet by @maybetwice​ (canonverse)
The ghosts follow him everywhere like a procession.

Probably one of my all-time favorites. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I’m not totally sure why, but the idea of Jon being haunted by ghosts post-resurrection (Ned, Robb, and Ygritte in this case) who give him relationship advice is appealing and this is by turns funny, sad, and sweet–quite a feat for a fic which can’t be much more than 500 words.

untitled ficlet by @jeynegrey (modern AU)
It isn’t supposed to be Jon. They are at Joffrey’s party, and they are playing Seven Minutes in Heaven, and the Tyrell cousins pushed her in the closet and said Joffrey was coming.

High school AU, which is normally not quite my thing personally, but I like the open-ended wistfulness here.

untitled ficlet by @jonnsansa (modern AU)
Sansa knows, deep down, that she should feel bad about what she’s doing. Pretending she has no idea Jon is, well, Jon is a cruel thing to play at – even crueler that she hooks her finger under the collar of his impressive costume and pulls him in for a kiss, like he’s not special, like he’s just another cute co-ed at this Halloween party. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, everything is all mixed up and it hurts, it hurts so good

build me a city and call it jerusalem by @kylorenvevo (modern AU)
She had a smile that reminded him of the scheming aristocrats back home in Valyria, false and brittle, picture-perfect and hollow.

Really charming and delightful - a modern royal AU (Jon being the royalty, albeit in disguise as a normal dude, Sansa not). It’s really sweet without being saccharine.

your hands a river gesture by @kylorenvevo (modern AU)
The summer for him was Sansa, with her long auburn hair blowing in the wind and the sunlight bouncing off her oversized aquamarine-tinted aviators. She hadn’t exactly wanted him to tag along on her great Westerosi roadtrip slash existential crisis, but misery loves company and, anyway, her siblings were too young

ROAD TRIP AUS ARE ALWAYS THE BEST. A lovely brief snapshot full of chicken nuggets and discussions of Kerouac.

Hello nalu fandom! I present to you, a masterlist of pro-nalu arguments. This idea actually came to me before I was aware of there being a masterlist for other ft ships (i.e gruvia and na//li). I’ve included essays, analyses, and any posts that support nalu and counter anti arguments but aren’t an in depth study. I’ve wanted to create a masterlist, so everyone can easily access pro-nalu posts instead of having to search for them. I will be constantly updating this masterlist.  If you have read or made any pro-nalu posts that I have not included, please let me know because I am sure that I’ve missed quite a lot. 

Updated: 2/15/17

Essays and analyses

By @chikach00

Natsu-NaLu Theory

Happy, Natsu & NaLu

Fanservice doesn’t make NaLu an unhealthy ship

By @jhayni-in-the-rain

Natsu’s physical attraction to Lucy

Happy’s role in NaLu

Why NaLu is her favorite ship

Development: Lucy and Natsu’s motion sickness

Development: Lucy’s change in attitude towards Natsu

Development: Natsu’s change in attitude towards Lucy

Development: “Let’s form a team”

Development: Natsu comforting Lucy

Characters who have commented on NaLu

Lisanna is not a threat

Why Lisanna and Loke are not Natsu and Lucy’s love interests

Dissecting Lucy Fire

Beyond Lucy Fire

Natsu and romance

Natsu and F!Lucy’s death

Natsu’s behavior pattern and relation to NaLu

By @mrseucliffex

NaLu is not an unhealthy ship

By @decadus

Difference between the Kagura/Jellal cpr and NaLu

Lucy’s feelings for Natsu (post-timeskip)

By @fttalk

Natsu and Lucy’s relationship development

By @thefairystales

Natsu and Lucy’s relationship development (Post-tartarus)

By @songsofsprites

Natsu and Lucy’s realistic relationship

By @nalu-nerd13

Natsu’s promise to get Gray back

By @araashii

Natsu became E.N.D because of Lucy

By @otakusiren

Natsu is not oblivious

By @magerain

Why Natsu immensely cares about Lucy 

By @proudtobeaginger

Nalu during the GMG arc  

By @amitds

Countering the “Natsu sexually harasses Lucy” argument

General pro-nalu posts

Lucy’s obvious feelings for Natsu by @ladymoonstache

Natsu’s obvious feelings for Lucy by @adelaide-chrome

Refuting general anti-nalu arguments by ladymoonstache

Regarding “more than friends, less than lovers” by mrseucliffex

Regarding “more than friends,less than lovers: pt. 2 by mrseucliffex

Regarding Mashima’s interview over not drawing romantic nalu by MocMoc 

Who has initiated more NaLu moments by jhayni-in-the-rain

More than just fanservice by lucielhyung 

Natsu’s letter for Lucy by proudtobeaginger

Can y’all believe by mrseucliffex

NaLu Parallels by @stars-on-fire7

Natsu’s response to losing Lucy by @hikariintan

Natsu recognizes Lucy’s strength by @envinxx

The expressions Lucy makes because of Natsu by @nalu-is-canon

Parallel to Natsu’s mother by chikach00

Lucy’s obvious feelings by chikach00

Parallel to seeing Aquarius again by chikach00

Natsu is a sweetheart to Lucy by chikach00

NaLu and Haru x Elie Parallel by @secretraven

NaLu + Movie Promotion by @heart-filiaa


List of NaLu moments (Up until chapter 347) by fttalk

The director of the first FT movie supports NaLu provided by thefairystales

FT characters who ship NaLu  by ladymoonstache (added on by me)

NaLu development gifs by @weirdolucy

Regarding the “bad rep” of the NaLu fandom by chikach00

Originally posted by ftanimae

Have a great day!~


So I’m playing Ib for the trillionth time, and each time I play, I notice something new that occurs if you backtrack quite often.

Not sure if a post has been done on this before, but I mean… Why not?

If you go back through the whole museum as soon as Garry is added to your party:

Added dialogue for Liars Room, hide and seek room, and you can now get sassed out by that friggen ant. He will also be slapped by the naked lady painting. It made me laugh, and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s just the thought of Garry being like “lol bewbs.”

Also, read all of the artwork in case you get the black key during the second playthrough. (I highly recommend it. More Garry action!) Most paintings have extra Garry dialogue. Psst more Garry = win/win situation.

If you go back as far as possible as soon as Mary joins your party:

You now cannot look through the mirror.  As if Mary didn’t mess up enough, now she cuts you off from Garrys’ face. I was so pissedu. 

New conversation about the porno book. This also made me laugh. Probably because such similar situations have happened to me in the past. Cries.

If you also backtrack after the lights turn off on Mary and Ib right before “Separation”, you get new descriptions for what is inside the art boxes. It makes it all nice’n creepy. 

Yey well that’s just what I found tonight, and I felt the need to make a post about it. XD But really, the little details added here and there in games like this, are what makes them so enjoyable to play again and again. 

*Flashes Luigi death stare*

Peace outu.

Imagine: Raphael being infatuated with you because you’re a werewolf.

Requested by: My ACTUAL MOTHER @joeynihil

A/N: It’s pretty much all dialog and i hate it but I’ve been kinda busy and I wanted to get something posted. <3

“Raphael, correct?” I sighed.

“Correct.” He smirked.

“Why exactly are you here?”

“Well, one might say I’m intrigued.”

“Intrigued by what in particular?”



“You’re quite fascinating.”

“How so?” I asked with an amused laugh.

“I’m not too sure.”

“Hm, alright. Well if you’re done here, you can go back to your little vampire friends.”

“Only if you do something first.”


“Go on a date with me.”

“A date?”

“A date.”

“One might say, I’m also intrigued so- sure.”

“Great, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smirked before disappearing. I smiled myself before heading back into the restaurant.

Calls and Consequences, Chapter 2

So here is the half chapter that wont see the light of day because after the finale my brain refuses to process this series of events. SIIIIIGH. So instead I present all I had for chapter 2 - initially I was just going to post the Blip/Mike part but then figured why not post the whole thing for context. Its not fully edited so apologies for any dumb errors. Enjoy!!

For a long, heavy moment they sat quietly on the bed, neither quite sure what to say or do. Mike was still a Padre – it didn’t seem quite real yet.

It was Ginny that moved first, grabbing her dress off the floor on her side of the bed and shimming into it – ridiculously he kept his eyes averted like he hadn’t just spent the better part of the last hour touching every inch of her skin.

“I…I should go,” she said with a shaking voice.

“Ginny-“ he started but had nothing else to say in the moment.

What the hell was there to say? They’d not only slept together but had made it patently clear beforehand that there were feelings involved and it wasn’t just a quick release of tension. This was going to get ugly, fast.

Like she had on the street, Ginny gave him an expectant look but this one was laced with irritation or maybe frustration.

When he didn’t continue, she got out of the bed, picking up her shoes (when had those come off?) and all but ran out of the room and down the stairs where she looked around frantically.

“Ginny!” his voice called down the stairs as he followed her now dressed in sweats and a t-shirt.

“Where’s my purse?” she asked with what seemed like growing terror.

Instead of responding, Mike stopped in front of her, gently gripping her shoulders. “Ginny,” he practically whispered. “Hey…”

“My purse, Lawson!”

He’d never seen her like this, in a near panic, tears welling in her eyes. Silently he went to the entryway and picked it up, handing it over.

Fishing her phone out of the purse, Ginny tapped a few keys – clearly ordering a car.

“Look,” he started but she cut him off.

“It was a mistake, Mike.”

Now he started to get angry. The fact the trade had fell through did not mean their actions were a mistake - poorly timed, certainly, but they had made the decision with clear heads and the assumption they were no longer on the same team. It didn’t change how he felt about her.

“It was not a mistake Ginny,” he huffed out. “I’ve made a shitload of mistakes in my time and what we did, sleeping together, was most certainly not one of them.”

It looked like she wanted to refute, but couldn’t because she knew he was right, and yet – she’d broken her rule and gotten burned again and this time it was so, so much worse. They were on the same team, she saw him every single day, he was her catcher, they spent an inordinate amount of time together.

There was no walking back from this. A near-miss kiss would have been bad enough, but they’d stood on that street and practically announced their feelings to each other before acting on them.

Suddenly she felt nauseous.

“This stays between us,” she hissed, displacing anger with herself toward him. “No one finds out.”

She expected him to look hurt at that but if anything his face softened. “I would never, Ginny. Never.”

There were lights in his driveway and Ginny moved toward the door, a pained expression on her face.

A soft, “Goodbye, Mike” was all she said while slipping out the door.

The finality in her tone sent ice through his heart, it seemed like she was saying goodbye for more than the night.

Mike turned back into his house, frustrated and angry with the situation. He didn’t think it was a mistake, not for a moment, but there was also a part of him that regretted their timing. God, was their timing shitty. But emotions had taken over and they’d thought he was leaving and…and it was entirely possible he had ruined the one good thing he had – his friendship with Ginny.

“FUCK!” he screamed into the silence.

As the car worked it was back to her hotel, Ginny struggled to hold back tears. Mike had been right, it wasn’t a mistake, they’d both wanted it she made a conscious decision because he was leaving. And now he wasn’t and maybe she had ruined something that could have been so, so good if they’d just waited.

It was a mess now; it would be a disaster tomorrow.

They were going to have to act as if nothing had happened in front of teammates, in front of Amelia and Blip and Evelyn – oh, God, Evelyn would both crucify and congratulate her.

And there was no one to talk to about this, the person she would have called was Mike.

By the time she got into her room, Ginny was unable to hold back the tears and let them fall as she stripped off the dress, horrified when she realized her underwear was still at Mike’s, in her rush she hadn’t picked them up. Her heart constricted as she remembered his expression upon seeing her naked for the first time – awe mixed with something she couldn’t quite pin down. Affection? Maybe love?

Slipping into fresh underwear along with shorts and t-shirt, Ginny got into bed and curled into a ball. Sleep, however, was not easy to come by.


Across town, Mike had settled in on his couch, TV on ESPN but volume turned low (they’d already caught wind of the failed trade and his stupid face was all over). Sleeping in the bed was not an option, not when the sheets smelled like Ginny and he didn’t have the heart to strip them and remove it (her) entirely.

Christ, he was a disaster. A goddamn human disaster.

Eventually he fell into a fitful sleep.

Walking into the clubhouse the next morning, exhausted and wrung out, Mike was greeted by a round of applause and cat calls from the guys along with some good natured ribbing about the trade falling through, he took it all in stride even as his eyes subtly scanned the room for her – somewhat relieved to see her not there.

Upon sitting in his chair, a small wooden box was pushed into his vision and Mike took it with a smile.

“Glad you stayed, man,” Blip said and clapped his back.

“I hate to admit it, but Oscar killed the deal apparently. Something about my ridiculous salary.” Looking around the room at the guys, his guys, Mike amended, “Can’t say I’m sorry he did.”

“Does she know?” Blip asked as he sat down.

It was on the tip of his tongue to say “she was with me when I got the call” but his brain intercepted the traitorous thought. “Yeah, I…talked to her last night. She here?” If his voice waivered just a bit, Mike couldn’t help it, his stomach was in knots.

Blip’s eyes narrowed dangerously at him, like he was piecing something together (fucking Sherlock Holmes this guy) but responded, “Yeah, I saw her go into her locker room about ten minutes ago.”

Mike nodded.

“Something going on with you guys?”

Mike’s eyes darted around his locker as he responded with, “Nope.”

Blip was still staring at him, practically boring holes in his head, even as Mike casually started putting everything back in his locker before standing and heading toward the trainer’s room, he still needed his pre-warm up PT.

If there was any kind of silver lining in this mess, it was the fact Ginny wasn’t pitching today, so they wouldn’t be forced to be on the field together.

So he didn’t see her until they filed into the dugout, everyone doing their pregame rituals. For a half second he caught her eye, she looked nervous, anxious and as tired as he felt. He tried a smile but she looked away to talk to Duarte without so much as an acknowledgement.

“Great,” he mumbled as Cooper tagged him to warm up and he followed, pulling his catcher’s mask from the bench.

The actual game went better than expected, Padres winning in the last inning off a Blip Saunders double driving in Evers.

As they walked back into the clubhouse, Blip suddenly gripped Mike’s elbow and led him toward the trainer’s room (the same one he’d railed into Robles not so long ago) - Mike was so surprised by the action he didn’t have time to even protest.

Until the door closed behind him and he rounded on Blip. “What the fuck, man!”

Despite Mike’s outrage, Blips face remained impassive, his voice flat as he asked, “What happened between you and Ginny?”

“Nothing,” he spluttered, caught off guard. “What – why are you asking?”

Blip rolled his eyes. “Because Ginny, who should be off the walls excited that you are here and not in Chicago, has avoided anything involving you.” He made a show of raising his left hand and used the fingers to tick off his list of evidence. “She didn’t come into the clubhouse after getting dressed, or before for that matter; she didn’t watch batting practice; she didn’t stand at the top of the stairs when you rounded home in the third to do that arm thing you two do; she spent the entire game talking to me or Duarte or Robles, who enjoyed that a little too much by the way, or literally anyone not named Mike Lawson when we all know she prefers to spend her downtime yapping at you. Explain. Now.”

Mike stalked like a caged animal, his hand running through his beard. Of course it would be Blip that sniffed out something was off; he was close with both of them and far, far too observant for his own good. Then again, just based on his “evidence”, they really were doing a poor job of hiding anything.

His mind spun, trying to come up with a credible lie, but his silence only fed Blip’s sleuthing.

“Mike…” His tone was warning, irritated. Yeah, Blip would make a good captain one day, probably better than him.

“I don’t know what the hell Baker is thinking,” he finally said, a little angry. It was the truth, though not exactly an answer and clearly not the one Blip wanted based on his face.

Eyes narrowing dangerously at him, Blip called him out. “I swear to God, Mike, I don’t care that we are friends, I don’t care that you are my captain-“

“Yeah, I’m your captain, remember that, man.”

“What happened last night? Last I knew you were going home. You call her up to say goodbye?” Blip’s eyes widened and stepped closer to Mike, his finger now pointing right at the captain, the wheels spinning in his head. “You meet her somewhere to say goodbye? You were going to the Cubs, it was your last night in San Diego…holy-“ Now he pointed in the direction of her locker room, Mike had never, ever seen him this angry. “Did you sleep with her?”


Blips voice rose, but not loud enough to be heard outside the room and he closed the gap between them, within touching distance. “Did you sleep with her?” Each word was slowly enunciated.

Mike opened, then closed, his mouth…he couldn’t admit to it, but the silence once again spoke volumes and Blip went from angry to incensed in a half second.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Mike?! God dammit. I didn’t think even you would go that low. What the hell were you thinking? Oh, wait, you weren’t. You were all about Mike Lawson and your dick.”

Mike’s eyes flashed anger. “That was uncalled for.”

“I don’t think so, since you divorced Rachel your choice of bed mates has been questionable at best! What was she, another notch? Another one night stand?”

“Not her…never her. I wouldn’t do that.”

“Really Mike? Cause this morning you were supposed to be on a plane! What is that exactly?”

Mike scrubbed his face with his hands. “Ok, fine. Yeah, it was going to be one night. Because I wasn’t a Padre, because we could, because we were supposed to be thousands of miles away today and it wouldn’t affect the team. Because we both wanted it.”

“Well then, you both fucked up, man,” Blip hissed and stepped away from him. “She’s your teammate, you’re battery mate, your legacy-“

“And she’s an adult who made a decision. We both did.”

“The team, man-“

Mike, frustrated, yelled, “I wasn’t supposed to be here! She was the god damn reason I decided to leave!”

That brought Blip up short. “What?”

In full tirade, Mike continued, “Yeah, I wanted the ring, who doesn’t, right? But I was happy here, with you guys. And then three months ago, Ginny Baker gets called up and she – she gets under my skin, pushing me harder than anyone has. And I realize that it’s not fucking Robles with feelings, it’s me.  And I knew I couldn’t stay here, because she’s my teammate, my pitcher, because at some point it would be a problem and so I decided to run, leave. It was easier than having to deal with being in-“ Mike stopped himself just short of saying it. “-with having feelings for Ginny.”

Blips face fell. “Jesus, Mike.”

“It’s been three months, and last night I was sitting in that bar looking at her, the only person I called, and all I could think was this woman was the thing I was going to miss the most. So when she kissed me…I didn’t stop her. I couldn’t.”

Silence reigned for a long time as Mike watched Blip process what he’d said, realizing this wasn’t just a one night deal and how much of a mess they’d actually made.

“You wanna punch me?” Mike asked, dead serious.

“So bad you have no idea, but right now the rest of the team is blissfully unaware of what happened and my punching your god damn lights out won’t help the situation. I am angry right now, Mike, but damn…I didn’t realize-”

“Yeah, me either,” Mike breathed out and leaned against a table, crossing his arms. “You know how you like to tell the story about the first time you saw Ev in college and you knew?”

“Yeah…don’t tell me…”

“Oh, no. The first time I laid eyes on Baker I thought she was a gimmick, a novel way for the league to get some attention. A pretty one, for sure. But man, her second game, when she got back out there after blowing her first chance? I realized this was not a gimmick and she was something special. It started right there, and quickly spiraled.”

“You gotta sort this out, she pitches tomorrow.”

“I know… but she’s mad and I don’t know why.”

Blip grinned, just a little. “She’s not mad at you, man - she’s mad at herself. Broke her rule for the second time and for the second time got burned.”

Mike’s eyes darkened. “I’m not Trevor Davis.”

“Told you about him, huh?”

“Yeah, all about how he told her he was leaving baseball all the while knowing he was being scouted and got her to come out in public with him. And how her teammates gave her shit about it for almost a year.”

Blip frowned. “They what?”

“Her minor league teammates gave her grief about it. It got ugly for a bit.” It was Mike’s turn to frown. “You didn’t know?”

“No, she never said anything. When did she tell you that?”

“Phone call one night, can’t remember which one.”

Blip shook his head. “You two are idiots, go find her…now. Get this sorted out.”

“Yes, Black Yoda.”

My aesthetic: Togashi zooming in on his drawings so he doesn’t have to draw them again 

Exhibit 1: Extreme close up on Pakunoda

Exhibit 2: The one time he literally used the same picture of Kurapika 4 times in one fight. Most of the time when he reuses pics they’re not even on the same page. These four were scattered across 2 chapters. 

Exhibit 3 (one of my favorites): Why you shouldn’t zoom in on faces that are too far away

Exhibits 4-15 are under the cut because I don’t want this post to be a mile long:

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hello there!! in honor of the holidays and my blog’s 4th (!!!) anniversary, i’m finally making my first follow forever!! :’’’) i’m not quite sure what to say but thank you to everyone included in this, whether we’re mutuals, or not or whether we talk or not. thank you for making my time running this blog wonderful and enjoyable!! i love seeing each one of you on my dash and i hope 2017 treats you all well!! happy new year everyone!!

also, if tumblr does the thing and this messes up your notifications, i sincerely apologize :( i’m also sorry if i forgot anyone!! you can find everyone i follow on my blogroll

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So I’m getting confused now. Last I heard that Hands of Time would air beginning of the new year, then that changed to March, and now I’m seeing posts of people asking LEGO on Twitter about the release date again, but they seem to always be responding with: “Not sure. Stay tuned :)”

This is messing me up. We need a real release date now. If you want to keep a show running good, you gotta have all your information instead of constantly saying “Not sure.”

They should air HoT really really soon unless they want most of everyone’s hype going to the Ninjago Movie.

And I am not willing to wait until summer or something for HoT to air.

Happy birthday Ignis! ♥ (Appreciation post)

I wanted to start this day (I hope it’ll be SUPER AWESOME) in a quite serious way. Nothing complicated, just two words about FFXV. There’s a reason why Final Fantasy XV has pledged into our hearts so deeply, and I’m sure part of this reason can be found in the awesome characters that led us through the game. I’m pretty sure I speak for a lot of people when I say that it changed me. I don’t really know in what ways yet, but it really did. I learnt something from every single beautiful character, and I hope I’ll be able to put that ‘something’ into words, some day.

BUT! Today is all about Ignis!
I have to say this, he was the one I liked less. Not that I actually disliked him for some reasons, it’s just that his character seemed to be the one that stand out the less in the group. In one way or another, it seemed like Noctis, Prompto, even Gladio were more of dynamic characters in comparison, and had the most screen time.

As the game went by, I started to see things from different perspectives. From his childhood, Ignis is raised to be composed and educated in all situations, and his language is slightly different from his comrades’ one. He’s fully aware of his duty towards Lucis’s royal family, and is determined to serve it well. I actually called him “butler” when I started playing, but Ignis Stupeo Scientia is much more than that. Oh, so much more.

Ignis is knowledge, is curiosity, is science.
He relies on what he can see and can analyse, he is always eager to discover something new, and although his formal education didn’t provide it, he’s ready and I believe even willing to go on adventure with the guys he learned to love as brothers.

Ignis is laughter, is joy of living, is wonder.
Although his stern look, he can smile and laugh with his friends. He never says “no” to their adventures, even though he has always on focus what their mission is. He wants to live while he can, savouring every single moment. He is just a young man, nearly obliged to grow up too early, but that sparkle of wonder in his eyes and heart never extinguished.

Ignis is strength, is power, is fire.
Even though all the shit he went through, his soul is steady, his heart never falter. He is strong, he is the most beautiful gem. I bet nobody expected that from him. I was so shocked for him, and he never complained about his situation, not one single time. I was in total woe for him, and he was strong for Noctis, Prompto, Gladiolus, himself and me.

That’s what I learnt from him: he is so determined he is able to stand still in the cyclone to pursue his objective. He is the mind of the group, but not only that. He is the heart of the group, too. He has the ability to keep it together in every situation, and that all comes from the steadiness in his mind and soul, his beautiful soul.

This is nothing compared to how much he did for me, to how much I love him, to how much he means to me. I really can’t seem to express it with just words. It may be stupid to feel this was for inexistent characters of a video game, but… Well, that’s it. That’s how it goes with me. That can be applied to every one of the them. Everyone taught me something important. But as I already said, today is Ignis’s day.

So happy birthday, bright star. And thank you. ♥
Trying To Put It Into Words - annalikestotalk - Check Please! (Webcomic) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Dex isn’t quite sure what’s happening.

He knows where he is, sure, and he knows who he’s with. He’s standing in the Haus kitchen, covered in flour because he’d decided that today he was going to be adventurous and tackle pie making without Bitty there to supervise, and he knows that Nursey is there with him because up until a moment ago they were having some stupid argument about lord knows what, Dex can’t even remember because frankly these days they fight more as something to do than for any real malicious reason. Everything seems normal.

Except for the part where Nursey’s kissing him. That’s not normal at all.

King and Queen (Draco x Reader)

Originally posted by thetimelordsofbaskerville

Hello all! I’m not sure why, but Harry Potter always reminds me of Christmas… I’m posting this a bit late since I was celebrating for a long time, but now updates will be back to being daily! Yay!

 Anyway, I thought of this…Whatever this is…I’m thinking of maybe doing a series? What do you think? Let me know if you’d like more!

 Happy Holidays! <3

Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.

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taunted | edward nygma x reader

“maybe regret wasn’t a strong enough word.”

reader gender: female

words: 2527

warnings: probable PTSD, paranoia, trauma, substance abuse, death, general negativity

notes: hey, y’all. this part was getting… extremely lengthy. the original document is closing in on 10,000 fucking words, so i did y’all a favor and split this part up. no ed in this one, though he is heavily mentioned… will post the next part within a day or two. lotsa edward later on.

also available on: AO3

[Y/N] never made a return to her post at the GCPD. She didn’t tell them she wasn’t coming in, she didn’t tell them she was quitting, and she definitely didn’t tell them why. Surely they had tried contacting her cell phone - not that she could answer it, considering it had been stolen. The precinct had tried calling her home phone as well, but in the past weeks, she’d completely moved in with Chrysanthemum. Every time she returned to pack more things, she’d see the blinking light on the answering machine, but could not gather the guts to check her messages.

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Why is everyone hating on Hanabi? Like I’m aware she’s a bad person but tell what would you do if you were in her place, what would you do if you couldn’t get the person you’d love and you couldn’t find a way to move on until you confessed or wtv, what would you do if your only friend started to press you to have sex with her and you couldn’t stop because you were so emotionally exhausted and broken? I’m quite sure that people that hate Hanabi the most are the people who have only watched the anime, seriously read the manga.