now i just need to learn to play it

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Taylor Swift - Iconic Magazine Interviews

Vogue, 2012:

“I have red flags now,” she says… “If you need to put me down a lot in order to level the playing field or something? If you are threatened by some part of what I do and want to cut me down to size in order to make it even? That won’t work.”

Rolling Stone, 2012:

Swift loves the idea of long relationships, though she’s never really had one. “It usually lasts four and a half months, and then it all just disintegrates. Then I spend, like, a year and a half mourning the loss of it.”

New York, 2013:

Swift has heard the criticism, but she waves it off. “There’s a spin on every single celebrity out there,” she said. “I know that one of my spins is: ‘Oh, Taylor’s heartbroken. Oh, Taylor fell in love and the guy broke her heart. She’s sad all the time, and lonely.’ “I mean, they can say that all they want. Those are real feelings that every single person goes through. I think that it’s okay to be mad at someone who hurt you. This isn’t about, like, the pageantry of trying to seem like nothing affects you. I’m a songwriter. Everything affects me.”

Vanity Fair, 2013:

When we were discussing that moment at the Golden Globes, and mean girls in general, Swift just smiled and said, “You know, Katie Couric is one of my favorite people because she said to me she had heard a quote that she loved”—from former secretary of state Madeleine Albright—“that said, ‘There’s a special place in hell for women who don’t help other women.’”

Rolling Stone, 2014:

“I feel like watching my dating life has become a bit of a national pastime,” Swift says. “And I’m just not comfortable providing that kind of entertainment anymore. I don’t like seeing slide shows of guys I’ve apparently dated. I don’t like giving comedians the opportunity to make jokes about me at awards shows. I don’t like it when headlines read ‘Careful, Bro, She’ll Write a Song About You,’ because it trivializes my work. And most of all, I don’t like how all these factors add up to build the pressure so high in a new relationship that it gets snuffed out before it even has a chance to start. And so,” she says, “I just don’t date.”

Time, 2014:

I just struggle to find a woman in music who hasn’t been completely picked apart by the media, or scrutinized and criticized for aging, or criticized for fighting aging—it just seems to be much more difficult to be a woman in music and to grow older. I just really hope that I will choose to do it as gracefully as possible….All you seem to see is “Which New Mother Is Sexier?” “Who’s the Hotter Mama?” “Who’s Got The Better Booty?” If we continue to show young girls that they are being compared to other girls, we’re doing ourselves a huge disservice as a society. I surround myself with smart, beautiful, passionate, driven, ambitious women. Other women who are killing it should motivate you, thrill you, challenge you and inspire you rather than threaten you and make you feel like you’re immediately being compared to them. The only thing I compare myself to is me, two years ago, or me one year ago. 

Motivational Horoscope

Aries: Youve made it so far. You can see the scars you’re overcoming. Ive never been more proud.take time and celebrate. You earned it.

Taurus: Recconect. Get back in touch with your roots so you know where to go when things really start to change. When the wind really comes howling in.

Gemini: Take a breath. Someone needing some space doesnt mean they hate you. Sometimes people just need time. Give them that. I promise their worth it in the end.

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Training Session (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (Unprotected Sex)

Request:  Could I ask for a Steve x female reader smut?  Where Steve and reader are training and he ends up pinning her (like he does Bucky in TWS in that scene on the helicarrier.) could you, if it works with the prompt, both like each other but it shows up as some sort of animosity so the team makes them train with a locked-from-the-outside training room? Thanks!!

                 I was wondering if you could do a smut with Steve Rogers.  Working out in the gym, and things get heated? If you could do that I would be very happy.  Thank you!

Requested By: @1eveningstar1 and @wildefire

A/N: I put two requests together seeing as they were pretty similar!  I hope you guys enjoy!

“When’s the last time you trained Y/N?  You used to top Nat in the training room.  Now it’s the other way around” Steve asked taking a large gulp of water; his face drenched in sweat from working out.  

You snapped back rather quickly, “What’s that supposed to mean Rogers?”

Steve gave you a wink which nobody noticed as he headed out of the training room, leaving you there with the other Avengers.  

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Imagine: Pretending to be a man and joining the Night’s Watch, eventually causing Jon Snow to fall for you.

A/N: This was supposed to be an entry for @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen’s Disney challenge, it’s a Game of Thrones and Mulan crossover, however, I was not able to submit it in time because life got in the way, I still wanted to finish and post it though. A lot of this is not going to follow the plot of Game of Thrones, for example I know that Cersei doesn’t have a cousin named William, but I did what I thought would fit the story. Anyways, ENJOY!

Warnings: This is a Game of Thrones imagine so there is some violence!

Y/B/N = Your Boy Name (as in the name you choose to use to disguise yourself)

Another braid, another flower, you sigh as your handmaiden styles your hair, “Please stop moving Lady Y/N.”

“Why is this necessary Mary, I don’t wish to please Lord William or his family, I don’t even wish to get married, so why must I get ready for them,” You groan, you were the fourth child of House Y/L/N, and your elder sisters were both happily married, you however, were not like them. You did not wish to marry a nobleman and live a peaceful life of royalty, you had always wanted to be a warrior like your older brother.

“Your mother and father wish for you to marry Lord William. This will be perfect for you mi’lady, he is the cousin of the Queen, you will live a wonderful life.”

“Father and mother do not want me to marry him to give me a better life Mary,” Mary pins down your last strand of hair, then sits to face you with a confused expression on her face, “They want my younger brother Edward to marry William’s sister, and the only way the Lannisters will agree to that is if I marry William.”

“Mi’lady-”

You turn away from Mary, and look at your reflection in the mirror, “You know that that’s the truth Mary, I’d never pass a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter. I’ve always been the strange one, I’ve always been the daughter they wish they never had, and now’s their chance to send me away. If I were to show who I really am, I wou-I would break my family’s heart.”  

“They love you very much mi’lady.”

“I’m not like my sisters Mary, I’m an imperfect girl, I can’t live a perfect life.”

“Y/N, mother is calling for you, the Lannisters are almost here!” Your sister called as she entered your chambers.

Mary urges you to get up, “We must go Lady Y/N, we do not want to upset your mother.”

Your family stood at the gates of your home, as the Lannisters approached. Your mother frantically looks around to find you, you rush down the stairs, praying to the Seven Gods to protect you from falling in your pathetic dress.

“There you are Y/N! Cover up those scratches on your arms!” You mother scolded, gesturing to the scrapes and scars on your arms from years of fighting, “And stand properly Y/N, you are a lady of the house Y/L/N for heaven’s sake!”

“Yes mother,” You sigh, pulling a shawl over your arms.

The Lannisters finally reach you, and one by one you greet each other. William approaches you and bows, he takes you hand and places a light kiss on it, “Greetings my lady. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you Lord William,” You respond, William is incredibly handsome, and any normal girl would feel insanely giddy if he greeted her in such a way, but you felt nothing.


The next few days go by, and you’re forced to spend time with William. It’s not entirely bad, he’s a very kind man, but you couldn’t be yourself around him. Your brother, Edward, on the other hand was really falling for William’s sister, so everyone was counting on you to impress William.

You were currently practicing your sword skills in the woods by the riverbed, hoping that no one would find you. You hear footsteps approaching you from behind, and in force of habit, you quickly turn on your heel and point you sword out, “Easy there!”

“Lord William! I-I…” You drop your sword, feeling at a loss for words.

“Lady Y/N,” He pauses, trying to collect his thoughts, “I did not expect to see you like this, I-I didn’t realize how…vicious you were.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Well, I guess it’s okay for you play around like this sometimes.”

“Play around?” You asked, feeling slightly upset by his choice of words, “William, I’ve been training since I was a little girl! I’m not playing.”

He chuckles, “Training? What would you need to train for my lady?”

It’s now or never Y/N, just tell him, maybe he’ll understand, you know he likes you! You sigh, “I want to be a warrior William.”

“W-what?” He looks genuinely confused, “You can’t be serious Y/N?”

“I am.”


“LEAVE. I WANT YOU TO LEAVE MY HOME AND NEVER RETURN!” You have never seen your mother so angry. William refused to marry you upon learning how you feel, and the Lannisters decided it would be best to leave. Edward was heartbroken, and the rest of your family refused to even look at you.

“Fine mother, I’ll go,” you spat venomously, “and I swear to you, I will never come back.”

You rush up to your room, and grab your knife. You stare at your tear stained face and slice off a strand of your hair, then another, and another, until all of it is shoulder length. You strip out of your horrendous dress and begin wrapping a long strip of cloth around your chest, hoping to make yourself look as flat as possible. You slip into your brother’s clothing and emotionally blackmail Mary into helping you escape.


You spend the next few days marching north, you finally reach the Wall and within the following week you have taken your vows and become an official member of the Night’s Watch. Your struggle, however, has not ended. Every night you go to bed relieved that no one discovered your secret, and every morning you wake up with the fear that today might be the day they find out.  

You make your way out of the food hall, it was your first official day of training - up until now they were just trying to figure out what you were and were not good at - you were a good fighter, but apparently you weren’t good enough. You see the men gathered outside, you’re a few minutes late and from what you’ve heard, the trainer was not very lenient.

“And you must be Y/B/N, glad to see that you could join us,” He chided.

“I’m sorry,” You look down at your feet, he’s quite attractive…stop it Y/N!

“Since you clearly think you’re too good for this, take a sword and fight with me,” He throws the sword in your direction, and you catch it. The other men stare hungrily, waiting for the fight to begin.

He swings his sword at you and you duck away, you were good, but you’d never gotten into an actual fight like this. You hear a few men laugh, “Get him Snow!”

Snow? As in the Jon Snow, infamous bastard of Lord Eddard Stark? You heard rumors about him joining the watch, but you never thought you’d be fighting against him. He takes your moment of distraction, to punch you and throw you to the ground.

You sit up, coughing as you try to catch your breath, and you wipe a small trickle of blood off the side of your mouth.

“Pathetic,” Jon mutters, before deciding to continue with his usual lesson.

By the end of the day you were sore and completely out of breath, “Alright men, the last task of the day will be climbing. Everyone get your equipment and begin.”

You tilt your head up to see the top of the wall that you’ll be climbing, that thing must be nearly 100 metres high…bloody hell! You take your ice axe and strike the wall, it barely goes in, that would never hold. By the time you finally lodge your axe into the wall, most of the others are already at least 20 feet up. Determined to catch up to the others, you climb up and lodge your axe a bit higher. You’re about 10 feet off the ground when the axe comes loose. Before you know what’s happening, you go tumbling to the ground, you let out a feminine scream and groan when you hit the hard ground. As your vision refocuses, you see Jon standing above you, he gives his hand and the look on his face shows exactly how disappointed he is, “Get up.”

“I-I’m sorry! It slipped and…”

“Enough. You have no hope to become a Ranger, just leave Y/B/N.”

“But-” Before you can finish, Jon has already turned around and is dismissing the others.      

No! No Y/N, you did not come all the way to Castle Black for this, you did not leave your family and future to become a steward! As everyone walks away, you march back towards the wall, take your equipment, and attempt to climb once again.

Night falls, and you are nearly at the top. A couple more feet Y/N, come on! Your body screams from exhaustion, but you continue. Finally, you reach the top. You sit on the edge of the wall and nearly cry from happiness.

The men who work the night shift circle the ground below you, and Jon walks over to speak to one of them.

“Snow!” You shout, “Am I still too pathetic to become a ranger?”

He stares up at you in shock for a moment before his face breaks into a charming smile, causing you to smile cheerfully as well.


“Men!” Jon calls everyone to attention, “A group of Wildlings have crossed over to our lands and are acting as a threat to our people. I will be leading a troop of Rangers to fight.”

You have only been training for a few weeks, and though you have become one of Jon’s favourites, you do not expect to be taken along on this trip, so when your name is called you’re taken aback but overjoyed at the same time.

The fight is in full force when you notice a Wildling sneaking up behind Jon with an axe in his hand. You rush forward and block the blow with your shield a second before it has a chance to hit him. Jon quickly turns towards you and shoots you a grateful look before continuing his fight.

Eventually, the fight ends. Most of the Wildlings are dead, and a few have fled. Jon walks over to you, “Y/B/N, what were you thinking jumping in front of that axe? You are the craziest man I’ve ever met, and for that I owe you my life. From now on, you have my complete trust.”

You smile at him, but your moment of happiness is short-lived, “Y/B/N! Watch out!”

You spin around to see what’s happening, and you’re met with a dagger to your stomach. You cry out in pain, and fall to the ground. With a swift movement of his sword, Jon beheads the man that stabbed you, and he’s instantly by your side, “He’s wounded! Get help! Y/B/N, hold on.”


You are woken up by a dull pain to the side of your stomach, you look around and find yourself in some sort of tent. You see the shadow of two people talking outside, and suddenly Jon walks in. You get up, and your blanket slides off your shoulders, Jon’s eyes go wide, you look down only to realize that you are in nothing but bandages that are tightly wrapped around your chest and torso, showing off every curve of your body.

“Jon, please! I can explain!” He looks away in disgust.

Peter, a man who’s hated you from the moment you joined the Watch, bursts into the tent, “So it’s true!”

He pushes past Jon and takes your arm, roughly dragging you out of the tent, he throws you to the ground as the rest of the men surround you, “I knew there something wrong with you! A woman!”

“My name is Y/N!”

He scoffs, “A woman in the Night’s Watch! This is treason! You’ll surely take care of this, will you not Snow?”

Jon looks down at you in disappointment, he sighs and takes his sword out. You look away, at least you get to die as yourself Y/N. He draws his sword back and drops it by your knees. You look up at him in confusion, “A life for a life. Now my debt has been paid.”

He turns away from you, “Jon…”

“Move out men!” He calls before mounting his horse.

You watch as the men recede in the distance.

“What did you expect?” You ask yourself out loud, “They’d see that you could fight, and take you in with open arms? Jon was right… I’m pathetic.”


You make your way back to the wall as it was your only way back home, when you hear two men approaching, “If they only knew, that was just the smoke before the real fire starts up. Those bloody fools will never know what hit them. We distracted the Night’s Watch long enough to get our people into the surrounding villages, their land will be ours in no time!”

You stand in shock, this was a part of their plan! I have to warn the Watch! When you finally approach Castle Black, you are met with disapproving stares and whispers. You walk up to a close friend of yours but even he turns away, “Matthew please, I must speak with the commander, it’s urgent!”

“It’s best if you turn back, you are no longer welcome here,” He says, the betrayal he’s feeling is evident on his face.

“Please, just…just listen to me. Once. Matthew, I’ve been living here for weeks, you’ve become one of my closest friends, have I ever done anything to hurt you?” He stares at you in silence, “Just hear me out.”

“Fine, but this will be the last time.”

“The Wildlings have planned to raid our villages, the fight that took place earlier was only a distraction. I’m going to help, if you believe, then please, send help,” With that, you mount your horse and head off towards the nearest village.

As you approach the village, you see a man holding an axe to a young boy’s throat. You slyly approach him, and point your sword towards his back, “Drop your weapon or my sword will go right through you.”

He laughs, “You don’t want to fight me girl, stand down.”

“I said, let the boy go,” You hiss venomously.

“And I said no,” With one swift motion, you push your sword through the man’s back, he cries out and falls to his knees, “You filthy bitch!”

Ignoring his final words, you crouch down next to the fearful boy, “I won’t let them hurt you. I promise.”

“And we’re not going to let anyone hurt you either Y/N,” You turn your head to see Jon approaching on his horse, followed by Matthew and other men of the Watch.

“Jon, you came!” You smile.

He walks up to you and places his hand on your shoulder, “I was wrong to judge you Y/N. You are very brave for a woman.”

“Thank you,” You blush.


After you final fight in the village a year ago, you were sent back to your family. After hearing of your bravery, your eldest brother had decided to take you in, you trained and fought alongside him, and no one pressured you to marry anymore.

You woke up one morning and heard a familiar voice as you passed by the balcony. You looked down and so none other than Jon Snow talking to your brother. Blush crept up your neck as you ran down the staircase to greet him.

“Jon!” Jon and your brother turned to you with smiles, “What are you doing here.”

“As you probably heard, my father and brother, have been killed, I left the Watch and reclaimed Winterfell.”

“My brother has told me about how you bravely defeated Ramsay Bolton and his army, I meant, what are you doing here?” You ask, gesturing around yourself.

“I think it would be best if I told you Y/N,” Your brother answers, “Lord Snow has come here to ask for your hand in marriage.”

You blush harder and look down, Jon adds, “But your brother was telling me that you were not interested in marrying anyone.”

“I never said that!” You say defensively, “I just wanted to wait for the right man.”

Your brother chuckles, “So, are you saying that you would like to marry Lord Snow?”

“I-um-yes,” Despite the cool air around you, your face burns furiously. Your brother mutters something about how your mother would never believe the news, and rushes off, leaving you alone with Jon.

“It’s really nice to finally see you again Lady Y/N.”

“You as well Lord Snow.”

End.

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The Tower - Chapter 9

The Tower: An Avengers Fanfic

Chapter 9

Chapters: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen /

Word Count: 4011

Warnings: Listen y’all, I know Kate warned you that this is the smuttiest smut to have ever been smutted. (Food segregation, dirty talk, student-teacher roleplay, m/f fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex. [listen y’all, always use protection] Oral, f/f fingering, oral. Voyeurism / performing to an audience.)

Synopsis: Elly decides it’s time to wear the outfit to the Tower, and gets exactly the reaction she thought she would. Plus some other reactions

Author’s Note: Co-written with the lovely @emilyevanston


Chapter 9 - My Education

It was the following Wednesday that I decided to show up to the tower dressed in my old school uniform.  I finished up work for the day went home and changed then sent a text to Sam, Clint, and Tony telling them I was coming around the hangout.

To avoid the stares on the subway I put one of my long winter coats over it.  Not the most sensible idea given it was only just coming into Fall.

At the tower, I got into the elevator and it took me straight up to the common floor.  I stepped inside to find Clint, Sam and Wanda all sitting around talking together while Tony was in the kitchen making himself coffee with a French Press.

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Motel Trampoline

A/N: This is the first installment of a series I’m starting called Growing up Winchester. It’s basically one shots of what life was like for the Winchester kids. Dean’s the oldest, Y/N is the middle child, and Sam is the youngest.

Growing up Winchester

Dean’s age-5

Y/N’s age-3

Sam’s age-12 months

“De, I’m bored.” You whined at your oldest brother who sat across from you coloring at the motel room table. John, the patriarch of the family had taken Sam to the store with him to get some supplies before he left you kids for a hunt.

“Whaddya want me to do about it?” Dean questioned you with an unamused look on his face.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know. Can we play a game or somethin’?”

“I don’t know Y/N, Dad said we gotta be quiet. He doesn’t want anybody knowin’ we’re here alone, especially cause he’ll be leaving for a h-work trip tomorrow and we don’t want any trouble.”

“Okay De.” You said dejectedly, “Can you pass the pourple? I’m gonna give the puppy pourple spots.” Dean gave you a sad face before reaching over and handing you the crayon. You gave him a soft smile in return as you grabbed the crayon from his hand. “Thanks.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I just stumbled upon your meta posts and I love all your thoughts and analyses! I was wondering, though: in season 3 especially, Keith really does seem to make a lot of poor leadership choices, and the writers almost seem to go out of their ways to highlight his bad judgement. But looking back after reading your posts, I feel like I might've been biased, so I was wondering if you could elaborate. What moments (particularly in season 3) convinced you that Keith has leadership potential?

It’s not season 3 that convinced me of that haha. It was mostly what I saw in season 1 and 2. But season 3 really didn’t change my mind.

Even tho at the beginning of the season Keith is a terrible leader.

And I complained non stop about Keith’s extreme reaction and odd decisions even before I saw the first two episodes, just after hearing the sdcc spoilers haha. But now after watching season 3 I understand why it had to be like that and how it all fits. No complains.

And what I feel they are trying to shows you, is not his bad leadership skills, but just his love for Shiro.

Like they weren’t kiddin when they said Shiro was the only thing that could calm him down and keep him in check haha

And I really didn’t expect Keith to fall apart like that, it seemed really out of character for him, just from what I’ve seen in Keith in seasons 1 and 2, I expected him to hurt but to step up and take command just like Shiro wanted him to.

Because he kinda always did that before… Like watch how fast he is to take control of a situation when Shiro is out of commission or a bit lost or away or even in actual danger.

Keith knows what he’s doing and he’s good at giving instructions even and knows how to command a team and knows when to hold back (Don’t forget he was the one against going to save Allura because he knew it was too risky).

And then Shiro is gone, and suddenly all that is out of the window, suddenly it’s What team? What mission? Shiro is the only thing that matters.

And I didn’t like that because of how it made Keith’s character be all about Shiro, but now that they’ve drawn this parallel between him and Zarkon (with how he betrayed everyone and basically screwed the universe for the person he loved) I’m totally fine with it because I see it’s actually going somewhere.

And “Shiro or the universe”, is something I saw them going for already, just didn’t expect them to put so much focus on it and so early on.

Now ok, this is how I explain Keith’s shaky start as team leader there:

He doesn’t want to do this. 

That’s basically it.

You kno like when someone asks you to wash the dishes, so you wash em badly, so that they won’t ask you to do that again haha.

I’m not saying he didn’t struggle a bit with the new lion and the new position 

(although I dun remember him having any problems with the different controls when he was saving Shiro in “Across the Universe”, but because it was a quick deal I’ll leave him the benefit of a doubt..)

He’s just not really into it.

And at first I was like, he wouldn’t go that far as actually putting his teammates in danger over this, right?

But then with how emotional he’s been acting in the first two episodes all “SCREW EVERYONE IN THE UNIVERSE, SHIRO IS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS TO ME”, I dunno if I should put it out of the equation…

Basically what I feel he’s doing in the first 3 episodes is being “Oh no look what I did!! I acted like a crazy impulsive loner and messed things up, maybe we need Shiro after all…hmm I guess we should just keep looking for him.”

And I’m saying it because of this:

Here Allura says

For Keith it seems like it’s true when it comes to Allura (as he had no problem leaving her behind in season 1) but apparently not when it comes to Shiro haha.

And Keith agrees with her there.

But look what he does on that Gas planet, Allura takes a hit and he leaves Allura behind and Lance has to yell at him to stop.

And then Allura apologizes and then Lance is like:

“We’re a team. We stick together. Isn’t that right, Keith?” 

And Keith goes:

“It’s not about the team.

We have a mission that’s more important than any one of us.

We need to find Lotor and stop him, and I plan on doing that right now.”

So I feel like in a way he just goes “Oh yeah Allura? It’s bigger than any one person? So I guess I’m just gonna leave you behind for this mission, actually I have no problem leaving any of you behind JUST LIKE YOU’RE LEAVING SHIRO BEHIND”

I think he’s kinda being passive aggressive about them forcing him to pilot the black lion haha.

Also I think he just wants to get rid of Lotor so fast not because he really wants to put an end to the Galra empire thing, because well, he didn’t care about that just awhile ago, but because he’s in the way of them looking for Shiro.

Seriously, listen to him in this scene, he sounds so fake here…

”This is all my fault. I followed him right into this trap. Everyone warned me, but I didn’t listen. I put the entire team in jeopardy.”

And Lance is just: “Yeah, you kinda did. But now we gotta fix it.”

Like yeah sure Keith, I bet he knew it was a trap from the start. (but also that it was nothing that he couldn’t get them out of easily if he wanted to)

So I think Keith tried to convince them he sucks but then he realized it’s not working and they still want him to lead, so he finally takes this seriously.

And it think you can immediately see the switch in his attitude. They form Voltron right away. He knows exactly what to do. He even says “No, we need to wait and not fight Lotor”

That seems like too fast of a character growth haha

Like what, Lance tells him one line? And suddenly he’s a good leader?

I don’t think so. I think he was just faking it so they won’t give up on Shiro.

Also notice that from that point on he doesn’t make any more stupid mistakes.

Like here, who was the one who said “Hey guys… it’s a trap!”

“Hey, Allura, maybe you should not help these guys get that rock”

And guess who didn’t listen and fucked everything up???

And then Shiro, mr “I really need to feel valuable and appreciated rn” comes back and is making stink faces at Keith for taking his position as leader (even though he totally gave it to him before) just cause he can’t face the thought of him being useless.

And again, no one listens to Keith! Even though he’s right!

Keith realizes that Lotor is probably smarter than all of them, but at this point he might not be stronger.

And they already messed up like 2 times with him and gave him an advantage.

Keith knows that if they give Lotor time to think and plan, he will most likely have the upper hand soon.

So yeah, they had to go for him at that very second, because at that point they have a ship with a teleduv and Voltron, Lotor just has some scaultrite and a ship with an inexperienced pilot in it. They had a good chance taking him down at that moment.

And yeah, I think they could have taken down the meteor ship and also got the cargo, but if they had to chose then taking down the ship would be the better choice, because it’s the more dangerous thing to let Lotor have.

Shiro is…. I dunno what he’s thinking.. But he’s obviously wrong and Allura is all “Shiro is right! Yay Shiro you perfect leader you!”

( For Allura’s defense tho Keith kinda left her to die twice already, so I understand why she has a bias for Shiro haha)

But yeah, they screwed up big time there by not listening to Keith.

And like Keith and Shiro are so different in their leading style, and they are kinda set up to complete eachother eventually.

Shiro is very team focused, and he usually strives to avoid conflict and is incredibly soft and I’d say even passive.

And as someone who thinks like Keith most of the time, it’s annoying me till no end haha. But I know the power of his way of leadership, and I know that it’s needed sometimes. So I’m not looking down on that.

Keith is the opposite of that!

Keith’s mind is “progress progress progress now now now” he sees an opportunity and he takes it, like they just learned about Lotor’s existence and Keith already has a tracker on him and is on the way to beat him up haha.

He thinks and operates so fast.

Shiro likes playing it safe. (and slow)

I kinda spoken about this before already, how Shiro is trying to survive and Keith is trying to win. And they need to balance it out or it won’t work.

Which is what’s going to happen in season 4.

Because we see Shiro being all “Our top priority is the coalition!” which is not a bad idea at all. Just not at that time.

And Keith’s like “Nooo we need to get Lotor he’s gonna fuck us all up if we don’t go after him now!!”

And guess who’s right, and guess who’s finally gonna run out of luck (hopefully) and suffer the consequences of their poor decision making?

My chickens decided to play with the bald faced hornets’ nest- which is the size of a fucking football -again, and now Peanut’s all swollen. I put a paste on her that’s already helping at least…I like those hornets a lot. A ton came over and buzzed on me while I was tending to the chickens but didn’t sting or anything, I think they were just saying “hey your little feathery shits need to learn about personal space” or something.

I had an epiphany yesterday.

I read something about how we need to learn to practice for ourselves before anyone else. And it wasn’t until yesterday that I realized that, ever since I started studying at a conservatory, I haven’t been doing that. I stopped playing for my own benefit. It’s so easy to do this, especially when music is no longer just a hobby or something you did in high school; it is now your career and you have so many people you want to impress. And it’s stressful, frustrating, destructive even. I push myself too much, even when it isn’t doing anything helpful for my playing, and my body hurts.

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Second Love (Yoongi x Reader) w/ visuals

- pt 1 -

summary: he didn’t believe in love, but then he met you

words: 6,419

genre: fluff, angst(maybe??)

a/n: i don’t know how to feel about this i kinda hate it. a lot of dialogue in this one. wasn’t sure if I wanted to post this but it’s been sitting in my phone for a few months so I’ll just leave it here. I might make a part two, depending on how much people like it / request for it. might include smut in the next part :-)

Min Yoongi was a busy person. He didn’t have time for love or for any other close relationships besides with his band members. He didn’t want any scandals or any other miscellaneous things interfering with his work and the success of his group.

Of course, he loved his family and he loved his members, and he especially loved ARMY, but when it came to romantic love, he didn’t believe in it. He always felt that it was such a nuisance. A romantic relationship wouldn’t work out anyway, considering the fact that he was an idol. He didn’t have time for it, and he also knew how all relationships went. The smallest of doubt in a relationship could easily split the pair apart, ruining the bond and friendship that once was.

He found it hard to believe that romantic love was even a thing in this world because of all of the cheating, lying, and mistrust going on between couples. Even if there were no problems with the couples, they were just going to lose feelings for each other anyway, stuck in a bitter, unsatisfying relationship. He had seen it all before.

He was committed to his music only. After all, it was his first love.

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You know that SU episode, We Need To Talk, where Pearl fused with Rose to piss off Greg and force the thought into him that his relationship with Rose will never be as strong as their own relationship and that he’s just a phase which instead gives Greg incentive to make this serious and learn more about Rose thus making Rose and Greg’s relationship stronger as a result by having Rose see Greg as an individual rather than just another human.

I can’t believe Pearl played herself.

Sofia obviously heard the Liza story how Fish (though they also blame Oswald ofc) used her to be like Falcone’s mother to get to him. And now Sofia is playing the same thing as a part of her revenge plan on Oswald omg. And Oswald doesn’t even seem to realize it at all…

“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s Part 3

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You woke up to the feeling of the breeze blowing over your body and stretched out on the bed to find yourself alone. Sitting up and fighting your hair out of your face, you could see the top of Harry’s head over the back of one of the lounge chairs on your small deck through one of the blowing curtains. 

Pulling on a tank top over your thong, you meandered in his direction and walked around the seat to see him sitting with his legs crossed, swim trunks on, and sunglasses perched on his nose. When he noticed you, he smiled widely and closed his journal, tossing it onto the chair beside him and reaching his arms out as you sunk down next to him and curled up at his side.

“Good morning angel,” he mumbled against your hair, wrapped his arms around you as you both watched the sun continue to rise. “Sleep well?”

“I drank a lot last night,” you mumbled.

“You did,” Harry chuckled, “But you had a great time and learned many new dance moves.”

You both sat there quiet as Harry ran his fingers through your hair and you played with the end of his swim trunks, just watching as the sun shone brightly from behind your sunglasses. 

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So my piano teacher just dropped the ball on the piece i needed to play for a competition- and now i need to play a new one and have it ready by January. In order for that to happen, I have to learn my piece this week (!!!) (Chopin’s impromptu in A flat major op29)

Does anyone have any tips on learning pieces quickly?

So, now I want to make an Effect, but oh my god RPG Maker 2003′s Event Systems are so intimidating, how do I start? A Yume Nikki fangame reference

WELL, you’ve come to the wrong right A place.

Now this tutorial’s gonna require a liiittle bit of familiarity with RPG Maker’s mechanics, but you can brute force your way through it and learn along the way (that’s what I did~) I’m going to be using the Not-Steam version of RPG Maker, because it’s a lot more condensed (and because I don’t want to port Yume Nikki to the Steam version)

Now, of course, the best way to learn how to make a fangame in general, is to see how Yume Nikki itself works. Feel free to explore the game, both inside AND… deeper… inside. Yeah. Go through the maps, see how things are made, and ohhh man if only they weren’t all Japanese-oh wait, that’s what I’m for.

(I’ll also be releasing an English version of Yume Nikki’s coding eventually, I was going to release it with this but decided to wait and see how much I can clean it up)

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Were there any emotional, personal or career concerns you confronted in order to play someone who sells himself for sex instead of someone who, say, fixes leaky sinks?

I confronted the same things I confront on any project: being selfless and completely getting into character, as far as research and understanding whatever is at hand. I just portray it as real as possible.

While prepping your part, did you think of your character as gay?

I have a real problem with separation. I don’t see things as “this person is this” or “this person is that”.

But people are this and they are that.

Yeah, I know -but I just have a problem with terminology and how it’s interpreted, especially in interviews.

So you make yourself absolutely clear.

There are a lot of [street hustlers] who are “straight” who, to make money, do whatever they have to do. And then there are people who are part of the street gay life, who enjoy that, and that’s their life. Mike, my character, is from the first group. He does it just for money. He’s not part of that whole scene -which doesn’t change anything, really. It’s all the same scene, but that’s how their psychology works. That’s how they justify what they do.

How did you prepare for the role of a hustler?

I did a lot of observing in areas where this would go on. I stood off in the distance, watching very closely.

Did you talk to anybody?

Yeah, mostly with reformed street people -they had done it when they were like 14, and now they were my age.

What kind of questions did you ask?

When I interview someone, I don’t want to talk about themselves. I find that doesn’t give me anything. To talk about someone’s “self” makes their guard go up, so we just talked about things that we liked, that we had in common. There’s no need to get right up in someone’s face and say, “What did you do on this day?”

Did you learn anything from playing Mike?

[Pause] I learned a hell of a lot. I learned the importance of home. What he doesn’t have, I feel very lucky to have. It made me rethink what I have going for me.

— Excerpt from an interview by David Rensin, 1991.

Mercy Update Rant (If you like the update, don’t read.)

I am so angry at all these changes to Mercy. I’ve got 50 hours on Mercy on Quick Play alone. I can understand trying to better balance her, but she wasn’t terrible before. You just needed to learn the tactics that a lot of Mercy Mains, including myself, have gotten used to over time. The fact that people are getting mad that she’s hiding, is absolutely stupid. So many people have to hide for their ult. And the rez made things a lot more interesting in the game, especially because people always learned to play around it. They saved their ults, they targeted the Mercy, etc.

But now, they’re making Mercy more about to go on the offense, which just isn’t her character. Most people Battle Mercy’d because a lot of the time, it’s the team that doesn’t do shit to protect her, so she had to protect herself. And Rez, no matter how big or small it was, always helped her with that protection. So the fact that she needed to hide in order to do it, should be a fucking given. Because when it’s 6 goddamn enemy players vs A Mercy, it’s obvious how that will end.

Taking away rez and just making it a single man every time, isn’t going to help her, it isn’t going to be ~strategic~ Because if the team comp is shit, and isn’t going to protect her anyway, then they’re both going to be dead regardless! I would be happier if it was even a 2 man! Not single!

And as far as her other abilities go, oh… yayyy she can fly, but she could already fly beforehand, and I’ll tell you now, it only makes her more of a damn target than she already really was. Widowmaker snipes Pharah’s out of the air like it’s nothing, just to think of a Mercy who can’t immediately switch between staff and gun at a simple drop of a hat, (though, yes. The mouse scroll helps.) She’ll be so much more easy to kill.

They’re pretty much killing her, is how I see this. And I already die a lot already, and people complaining about not healing or not using rez or what have you. Now I can only imagine the stupid bullshit that’s about to come from this. And don’t get me started on how many times I’ve died to Genji and Doomfist alone.

Sure, they’re trying to get more people to play Mercy, but a lot of people already play her enough already. And I don’t really want to fight over Mercy, to people who are actually huge assholes, and playing for the sake to ~see her new abilities~ or hell even because of the sudden bandwagon. Like every new character pretty much does. And yes, this is pretty much going to be like an entirely new character, because they are changing legit everything.

If Blizz wanted to help some Mercy Main’s out, because I’ve heard this from a WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE, they could have addressed the fact that her gun and staff get stuck in place and refuse to change back and forth sometimes, ultimately killing your team cause you can’t heal, or killing yourself because she can’t defend. And well, sometimes it’s just easier to kill yourself because at least then you can switch back to fucking staff. And well, NOW THIS ISN’T AN ISSUE ANYMORE but fix the damn radius on the Mercy rez, because it can be a finicky-bitch, and glitch and not rez entirely or, just fuck up in general, and everyone will die anyway because of it. Especially the Mercy.

I haven’t been able to play it for myself, but as I’ve seen, and read, she’s just being held back a bit in my opinion, even with the boost. And sure, other people who don’t main Mercy would be upset about the Rez in general, but if they took from a Mercy Main point of view, they’ll realize sometimes in order to save yourself, you gotta put stronger targets in your way. AKA Your teammates who are supposed to help protect Mercy.

Okay, rant over. 

Auston Matthews - Part 23

Little shorter than my usual posts, but setting up for the real fun starting next post

My mom leaves me staring after her with a dumbfounded expression on my face. Wha… what? I look absentmindedly around my room, at a complete loss of what to do and seeing the time glaring back at me, decide to just get into bed. I call my two pups into the room and snuggle down into my covers with them on either side of me, my two little personal heaters.

               My mind wanders to Auston, I don’t have to wonder what he’s currently doing because my phone is still going off at regular intervals of pictures of him sent by either Marner, Nylander or one of the other several player who seem to have my number now. Auston sends me them too, though his aren’t every thirty seconds. My phone vibrates from a text and I swipe down for look at it.

               R u awake?

               I smile when I see who it’s from.

               Nope, sleep texting

               Smartass

               How was dinner?

               I don’t really think u need to ask that. U were pretty much there with all the snapping.

               True, your chicken looked delicious

               I didn’t send you any pictures of my chicken

               I know

               Jesus. Is there anything they didn’t send you?

               Nudes

               There’s a minute before he responds and I wonder if I went too far. Then the little bubbles pop up and I relax.

               Thank god for that, I would hate killing my best friends.

               I giggle and roll onto my back, my eyes are getting tired.

               Well they r safe for the night

               Ur getting tired

               How do u know that?

               U never abbreviate words or forget punctuation

               Oh

               Go to bed

               No

               Ok

               I’m going to bed

               Then y did u say no???

               Don’t tell me what to do

               I giggle again when he sends me a bunch of the exasperated emojis.

               Night Auston

               Night Y/N

               I stare at my screen for a few moments, my heart fluttering against my ribs and I try to figure out why. There wasn’t really any flirting, just conversation yet my heart is beating like he really did send me nudes. I click my screen off and shove my phone under the pillow, determined to fall asleep without thinking about the stupid boy.

               Two days pass a lot faster than I would have thought possible. Now I’m standing outside the house I grew up in, looking at all the grandness of it one more time before I get into my waiting car, with a trail of my parents SUV a handful of family and friends, all with their cars packed to the brim as well and a hauling truck bringing up the rear. My parents are in their respective vehicles, letting me have my moment. We had said our goodbyes last night.

               I had just gotten off the phone with Auston and had only been asleep for a few minutes when my father gently shook me awake. Silently he had taken my hand and pulled me downstairs, helped me put on my coat and then we went outside hand in hand. Perched on our usual spot on the picnic table, we sat side by side in silence for several hours, our eyes on the sky and silent tears rolling down our cheeks. We didn’t need words to communicate.

               Now, standing outside the home that I had learned to walk, there was a sizeable dent in the master bedroom doorframe from one of my failed attempts at that. My eyes trail to the driveway to my right, where I had skinned by knees more times than I can count trying to play street hockey and riding my bike. None of these things made me sad to think about, though tears did come, they were just memories trailing down my cheeks, making room for even more beautiful memories to come.

               The drive over to Canada goes without any difficultly and before I know it, I’m standing outside my new house. My two dogs are already bounding around in the few inches of snow that must have just fallen, within moments it looks like I own two little polar bears instead of two labs. The house is nicer than I had thought, built less than five years ago, it fits in with the few newer houses littering the block. I can’t help but grin at myself. This is my home.

               The next four hours are spent with my parents and various friends and relatives unloading the U-Haul and other vehicles lined up on the street. I mostly just stand in the foyer and point people in the right direction with boxes and pieces of furniture, I feel extremely lazy just watching but there’s so many people that they need direction. I’m amazed at how quickly everything is brought inside and I have never been more grateful that my grandparents own a home renovation company and over the years they have been putting various pieces of furniture to the side for me and my cousins. Most everything that is now taking up space in my house I didn’t have to pay a dime for.

               The only time that my happiness falters is when I glimpse my parents, the pain of leaving them so great I don’t know how I don’t fall over. Once the last of the boxes have been moved inside, the majority of my family and friends leave until it’s just my parents and me. They stand at the bottom of the stairs as I make my way down to them, their fingers entwined and my heart pangs in my chest. I could never imagine being in love like my parents are.

               I reach the bottom of the stairs, my hand lingering on the banister, I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out and I reach for my parents. They embrace me and I bury my head into my father’s chest. Not caring in the slightest that I’m a full grown adult and hugging them like I did when I was five years old.

               This time I don’t sob like I expect to, my tears are all dried out. Instead I try to memorize everything I can about them, their smell and the crinkles by my mom’s eyes, the result of smiling more than the average human, the rough stubble of my dad’s beard and the gray streaks in his hair that he always tries to blame on me.

               “Alright, time for your first home picture,” my mom finally says, her hand running through my hair once more before putting her hand on my shoulder and I take a step back, my hand still firmly in my fathers.

               I join them on the porch, taking my place by the front door as my mom takes my phone and hers out into the lawn, my dad following. I beam at the camera and throw my hands out to either side of me, my two dogs make an appearance at just the right time and make the picture.

               “Beautiful as always,” my dad says from my mother’s side.

               “You didn’t even see the picture,” I roll my eyes at him, returning to his side. He quickly ducks me under his arm and gives me a noogie, I squeal and try to swat his hand away.

               “Don’t need to look to know,” he says and I can’t help but grin at him as I try to smooth my hair back out.

               “It’s time kid,” my dad says gruffly and I know this has to be harder for them than it is for me.

               My mom joins us on the lawn, the snow sitting in her hair like a halo, her arms encircle me and then my dad’s cover hers.

               “I love you so much,” I whisper.

               “We love you too baby, more than you know,” my mom whispers back, I can feel her wet tears falling into my hair.

               “Proud doesn’t even begin to cover it,” dad chimes in, his voice even more gruff than before and my heart twinges.

               I meet my father’s eyes, swimming with tears and I think back to that very first night under the stars, he gave me everything I could have ever asked for, and I tell him so.

               “No, Y/N, I introduced you to it, you made it into something beautiful,” he grazes me cheek with his knuckles and I lean into his hand.

               “I love you,” I repeat, he winks at me and his hand drops from my face, taking my mom’s hand instead, tugging her gently towards the car.

               She kisses my forehead once more and pats the heads of the two dogs bouncing around in the snow before climbing into the passenger seat of the SUV. I close her door gently and she rolls down the window. Though don’t say anything more. We can’t.

               I watch them pull away from the curb, down the street and around the corner. I stand there several more minutes, staring into the distance before turning and looking at my house. I stuff my hands in my pockets and whistle for my dogs, walking up the front steps and through my front door.

               Getting set in the kitchen is first on my list, my family offered to stay and help unpack the boxes but I refused. There was no way I was letting someone have all the fun of organizing my house. My phone buzzes the moment I touch the first box and I let out a frustrated sigh. Really?

               I snatch up my phone and my annoyance fades away immediately. I had sent the picture my mom took of me to Auston and he had finally responded.

               You know I always had a thing for older, responsible women

               Haven’t you always had a thing for me?

               My point exactly

               I giggle and lean against my counter, opening my snapchat and sending a picture of my T.V already set up in the living room, which was the only thing I had allowed anyone to touch because I knew I would mess it up somehow. I caption it “So you can’t yell at me for not watching your game again” and send it to Auston. Last week I had watched the Detroit game that was playing at the same time as the Toronto one and boy had I heard about it from not only Auston but every Leaf’s player that had my number.

               I open my text messages again and type out a response.

               Are you calling me old??

               Little bit, but im into it.

               I roll my eyes and another message from Auston appears.

               Ur rolling ur eyes right now aren’t u?

               Little bit

               I can think of other ways to make them roll

               A tingle goes through my spine and I blush even though there is no one around.

               I don’t think it’s exactly fair that you can say that kind of stuff but I can’t…

               Says the girl who just the other day said that she slept naked in my childhood bed!

               Touché.

               A snapchat notification pops up and I click it open, seeing a picture of Auston’s shoes and I know he’s on the bus heading to the arena for the game against San Jose tonight. “Good girl” it’s captioned and I roll my eyes again.

               Alright, we just got to the arena, I’m guessing u’ll be asleep by the time I’m able to call u. So I’ll see u tomorrow?

                Another tingle shoots through my spine at the thought of finally seeing Auston tomorrow. For the last twelve days all I’ve been able to do is imagine his lips against mine and… Other things.

               Depends, your rule still in place?

               Of course

               Then I can’t wait

               There’s a pause between messages.

               You are literally the worst

               I just send a kissy face emoji and receive an unimpressed one in response. I grin, pleased with myself and set my phone back down on the counter. I eye my dogs who are already lounging on the sectional couch.

               “Hey! Get to work!” I call to them and they just flick their ears in my direction and give a “really mom?” expression. I scoff at them and turn back the first box I see, now is when the fun begins.