now is the time to seize the may

today I got a text off DHL saying that they were going to deliver my new glasses this afternoon, and that I’d need to sign for it unless I went on their website and specified otherwise. I – and everyone I live with – am at work 9-5, and DHL doesn’t deliver on Saturdays, so I figured I’d ask them to leave the package somewhere, concealed. BUT HERE’S THE THING: our front garden is very open, we don’t have anything you can feasibly hide anything behind, and the front of the house faces out onto the street. last time amazon left a package hidden in my garden, someone stole it. ‘Where do you live?’ asked my colleague, when I relayed this information. ‘Hahaha,’ I replied. I briefly considered asking DHL to just throw the package over the back wall and hope for the best, when suddenly I realised – the hanging baskets. we have two hanging baskets on either side of the front door, full of flowers. a package with a pair of glasses in it isn’t going to be very big. they can put it in a hanging basket! no one would look up there! there’s no way anyone would steal my package out of A HANGING BASKET! so I went online. my special instruction: please hide the package in a hanging basket next to the front door. I was delighted with myself. new glasses, definitely going to be delivered today, no faffing with redelivery because there was no one in to sign. stupendous. I get off the bus, hotly anticipating trying on my new, cool glasses, walk up the road, turn into the drive, walk up to the front door, and– there are no hanging baskets. I blink up at the bare face of my once beflowered house. no hanging baskets. did I… imagine the hanging baskets? have– have there ever been hanging baskets hanging there? maybe… maybe my aunt MOVED the hanging baskets? I take a step up to the porch and– petals. underfoot. there are flowers strewn across the steps. flowers. that means… I did not imagine the hanging baskets. here is the proof: corpses of flowers, torn asunder from their hanging homes. the baskets are real, and they were here. but where are they now? I call my aunt, ask where the hanging baskets are. ‘On either side of the front door,’ says she. ‘Not anymore,’ says I. I search the garden. I search the back garden. I check under the hedge. in the green bin. in Mr Next Door’s garden. nothing. endless scenarios play out in my mind. the conclusion I come to is this: someone saw DHL hiding a package in our hanging basket, decided to steal the package, took one look at our lovingly cultivated flora and thought, ‘might as well, as I’m ‘ere.’ in hiding my glasses in a hanging basket I drew undue attention to them, and some Artful Dodger seized his moment. my thumb is so green and my plants so beautiful that some parcel van-trailing, thieving little lout was STRICKEN by them, overcome, and went home, eyes full of tears, a hanging basket dangling from each hand. the same opportunistic tea leaf who stole my amazon marketplace copy of Giovanni’s Room is now reading in his garden, lounging among the flowers. my hanging baskets are gone. may they rest in peace. 

my glasses got delivered, to my complete and utter open-mouthed shock, at the completely normal time of 9:57pm. DHL’s scarlet-clad delivery man didn’t lure a thief to my flowers; my flowers lured a thief to my flowers. my hanging baskets were stolen on the very day I just so happened, for the first time in history, to ask someone to hide a package in my hanging baskets. nice.

Buffy one liner starters
  • ❛ Thank god we’re hot chicks with superpowers. ❜
  • ❛ It’s a big rock. I can’t wait to tell my friends. They don’t have a rock this big.  ❜
  • ❛ I’m seventeen. Looking at linoleum makes me wanna have sex.  ❜
  • ❛ Great, now I’m gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day.  ❜
  • ❛ That’s a weird place for a horn… That’s not a horn. ❜
  • ❛ What is your childhood trauma?  ❜
  • ❛ Excuse me, I have to call everyone I have ever met, right now.  ❜
  • ❛ That’ll put marzipan in your pie plate, Bingo  ❜
  • ❛ What’s the matter, life flash before your eyes? Cuppa tea, cuppa tea, almost got shagged, cuppa tea? ❜
  • ❛ I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.  ❜
  • ❛ Do you like my mask? Isn’t it pretty? It raises the dead! …Americans  ❜
  • ❛ This will give them some time to ponder the geo-political ramifications of BEING MEAN TO ME!  ❜
  • ❛ Tact is just not saying true stuff, I’ll pass.  ❜
  • ❛ Sorry, but I’m an old fashioned gal. I was raised to believe that men dig up the corpses and the women have the babies.  ❜
  • ❛ We saved the world. I say we party.  ❜
  • ❛ Your mouth is open and sound is coming out. This is never good.  ❜
  • ❛ I want my expiration date to be a long time from now… Like a cheeto.  ❜
  • ❛ That probably would have sounded more commanding if I wasn’t wearing my yummy sushi pajamas.“  ❜
  • ❛ I’m afraid we have a slight apocalypse.  ❜
  • ❛ What ever happened to the still-beating heart of a virgin? No one has any standards anymore.  ❜
  • ❛Besides, "I’m here to violate your firstborn” never goes over with parents. Not sure why. ❜
  • ❛ If the Apocalypse comes, beep me.   ❜
  • ❛ What can I tell you baby? I’ve always been bad.  ❜ 
  • ❛ Seize the moment, cause tomorrow you might be dead.  ❜
  • ❛ I may be dead, but i’m still pretty. ❜  
  • ❛ I’m sixteen years old, I don’t wanna die. ❜
  • ❛ There is only one thing on this earth more powerful than evil. and that’s us. ❜
  • ❛ I gotta have a plan? Really? I can’t just be proactive with pep? ❜
  • ❛ You really need to have every square inch of your ass kicked. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know how to live in this world if these are the choices. ❜ 

onefangirlamongmany  asked:

Which of the songs from the Hamilton soundtrack would you say are house themes? (I just finished listening to it and hnnnnnnnggggggggg.) Personally, 'My Shot' seems very much a gryffindor song.

(Yeah, My Shot could be Gryffindor, but it’s the musical’s mantra. It’s Alex’s lifeline, what everyone comes back to. And I have a lot to say on how that parallels with him literally throwing away his shot in the end, but that’s not the point of this post)

Gryffindor:

Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down)

SUCH A KICK ASS SONG

You see Alex caught in the middle of EVERYTHING in this battle. Winning Yorktown means freedom for America and France. It means liberation for slaves and it means so much more than just proving himself. Alex is fighting at Yorktown for and with other people, not just because of his own shot. Eliza needs him, future Phillip needs him, his men, Washington, and the whole country need him. This is his moment of selflessness and bravery. It’s incredible. 

Hufflepuff:

Take a Break

Because it focuses on family. It also emphasizes Alex’s hard work ethic and loyalty to his project. It’s sweet and Phillip raps and it makes me go awwww and I love it. Hufflepuff for sure. 

Ravenclaw:

History Has It’s Eyes On You

Set during a turning point in the show and in history, Washington imparts his wisdom onto Hamilton, who’s just been given his first command. It’s one of the shortest songs in the musical, but it holds the weight of history. Washington cautions Alex throughout most of the first act to behave rationally like a leader, but in this, they are equals. In this, Washington insists there is greatness in Alex, and that whatever may happen, history will be watching. 

Chilling and beautiful.

Slytherin:

Schuyler Defeated/Cabinet Battle #2

A period of seized opportunities and getting ahead. No goods or evils, just business. We CLEARLY see the distinction between Hamilton’s and Burr’s thirst; Alex intends on proving himself to himself, on building something to withstand the test of time, while Burr is more focused on the now, determined to get ahead and inch out Hamilton. Cunning and quick-witted. It’s just business.

 -Caitlin (Ravenclaw)

Seven| Fade |Dunne

Title: Fade

Pairing; Past Trent Seven/Reader, Pete Dunne/Reader

Words; 2457

Summary; Now all I can do is say congratulations and fade into the background.

Warnings; Mildly NSFW. ANGST. Brief description of oral sex. Unhealthy coping methods. Minimal editing, because I will die like a boss. Drabble.

A/N; Captain of Team No Happy Endings here to fuck some shit up. Inspired by one too many 1990s power ballads. Drabble only, zero intentions of continuing past this.

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Coco follows the secret musical ambitions of Miguel, who resides in a lively, loud Mexican village but comes from a family of shoemakers that may be the town’s only music-hating household. For generations, the Riveras have banned music because they believe they’ve been cursed by it; as their family history goes, Miguel’s great-great-grandfather abandoned his wife decades earlier to follow his own dreams of performing, leaving Imelda (Miguel’s great-great-grandmother) to take control as the matriarch of the now-thriving Rivera line and declare music dead to the family forever.

But Miguel harbors a secret desire to seize his musical moment, inspired by his favorite singer of all time, the late Ernesto de la Cruz (Bratt). It’s only after Miguel discovers an amazing link between himself and De la Cruz that he takes action to emulate the famous singer and, in doing so, accidentally enters the Land of the Dead.

In the beautiful underworld, it’s not long until Miguel encounters the souls of his own family — generations’ worth of long-dead but no less vivacious Rivera ancestors, including great-grandmother Imelda. Still, given the opportunity to roam around the Land of the Dead, Miguel decides to track down De la Cruz himself. He teams up with another friendly (and skeletal) spirit — a trickster named Hector, voiced by Bernal — to find De la Cruz, earn his family’s blessing to perform, and return to the Land of the Living before time runs out.

Benjamin Bratt and Gael García Bernal will lead Coco alongside newcomer Anthony Gonzalez, who will voice the film’s main character, a 12-year-old Mexican boy named Miguel. Gonzalez was hired after serving as Miguel’s scratch voice during early development, proving himself indispensable to both the filmmakers and the character. Character actress Renée Victor also joins the cast as Abuelita, Miguel’s grandmother.

Coco will be coming your way on November 22nd 2017.

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Story Time: Accidental Poisoning

The Mandrake leaf was yellowing, turning brown on the end. Just the one. As I munched on my apple, I loomed closer, and decided it would be best to snip the leaf. And so I did. Putting my apple down and taking up my scissors, I snipped the leaf, and began to press it between my fingers, trying to see if the problem was too much water, or too little. My mind is elsewhere though, far, far away. A good press brought out maybe few drops of liquid. Definitely underwatered. Putting the leaf down, I grabbed my watering can, and watered until I could see a small puddle form on the tray. Perfect. Now it won’t need water for some time. I look at all the other plants, watering each. All look content. Perfect

As I put down the watering can, I noticed a piece of apple skin caught in my teeth. I reached in, dislodged it, and continued on. Picking up the apple, I took another bite and began to pull out the makings for dinner. Only a few moments later, I knew something had happened. I was suddenly slammed with a feeling of being high. Fuck. I didn’t wash my hands. The apple skin! The apple! I’ve just fucking ingested Mandrake. I am….such…a genius. Shit shit shit.

I go to the bathroom, rinse out my mouth, wash off my lips, and swish some mouthwash. I look up. My pupils are alread slightly dialated. What the hell? It’s only been a minute! Perhaps it’s because I didn’t eat much today. That’s likely. Fuck. I should probably go to the doctor. I grab my keys and head out. The doctor is just up the road. This is fine. I’m slightly panicking, but overall I’m pretty chill about this. I know Mandrake. I know this plant. I have rubbed it in ny body dozens of times. I have felt it’s spirit kick my flesh. But ingestion. That’s a very new beast.

I am no fool. A doctor may not be able to really assist, and soending time in a waiting room…probably not ideal. Okay, let’s just play it safe and go to the hospital. Fuck, I don’t want to be saddled with a hospital bill. Is it really necessary? Fuck, now I’m getting giddy and light-headed. And there’s tingling. Okay, fine, I guess I’m taking a Lyft to the hospital today, dammit. Really don’t feel like seizing, so might as well go.

I get to the hospital. Where they tell me to wait…and wait……and wait………my perception of reality is shifting a touch. That’s bothersome, but not horrifying. I expected as much. Still, I’m waiting to even be triaged. Shit. Okay, they’re bringing me into the room to be checked out. Cool. I lay the table with what I know, the chemical that is causing the poisoning, the name of the plant, answering why I’m growing it (and obviously lying), and describing each symptom I’ve experienced, and what is to come. I know what I’m talking about here. I am confident. I am….so damn giddy.

Okay, they tell me. Go wait.

Go wait? Seriously? Well fuck, I hope I’m right and that there’s really no need to be here cuz damn, at this point y'all are just waiting for me to freak out. My mouth is dry as hell, but okay.

Thirty minutes go by, and Tangled, which was at the bar scene when I came in, is now over, fully through the credits, and now playing special features. And I am feeling totally fine. As fast asthe atropine hit me, it’s now subsided. Well, I guess I’ll just go ahead and leave then. They tell me I HAVE to see a nurse before I can leave. Okay fine. I go into the room, and talk to the nurse dude. I’m fine. He’s fine. We’re all fine. Can I go now?

And so here I am, hungry as hell, and eyeing my mandrake plant, who I can tell is giggling at me. “Silly witch,” Mandrake says. “Don’t underestimate me. You must be more careful!”

I did indeed vastly underestimate this marvelous plant, and let my guard down as I tended to it. Now I know. What a dangerous, and yet thrilling lesson to learn. As @occvlta has stated, we must ingest our poisons to learn about them. But perhaps such ingestion should not occur in this fashion. Good Lord, what a ride.

Lesson to all. Mind your hands, your plants, and what you ingest.

The Most Valuable Heist

So, back in January, @livingourwildestdreams requested a prompt from me (the last one) and I’m really sorry that I only finished it now :( A combination of writers block, schoolwork, other stories, and to be honest laziness contributed to it. However, it’s exactly 4500 words long and it includes criminal!Chat, so I hope that somewhat makes up for it. 

The prompt was “What are you doing in my house?” but I changed ‘house’ to ‘apartment’ to better fit the story. 

I hope you like it :)


 Of all days to run late, fate decided to choose this one.

In recent years, she had become used to running late, and was hardly ever bothered by it anymore. Her boss was very lenient when it came to showing up to work on time. She claimed that, “Creativity can strike at any moment. It is best to seize it and draw it, regardless of whatever the time may be!”

So whenever Marinette was a few minutes late to work, her boss merely assumed that she had received a divine intervention from the fashion gods at late notice and thus couldn’t help being tardy.

Marinette didn’t have the heart to tell her that it was really because she kept hitting the snooze button on her alarm.

But now she actually did care about being late, because today she was supposed to meet Alya and Nino at the Omelette du Fromage Café to meet the latter’s new friend. Apparently, Nino has been friends with this newbie for a while, but said newbie had a busy schedule and so didn’t have a lot of free time, sometimes none at all. But today was the day (or hour) that the guy finally had a break in his busy schedule to meet them for lunch.

Nino held nothing but praise for the new guy. He said he was homeschooled and sheltered for most of his life, but he was a ‘cool dude’ and a ‘genuine nice guy’.

This supposed saint’s name?

Adrien.

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REQUESTS: 

  1. could you please maybe write something about belly rubs/body massages? :) <3
  2. Maybe a shy first time with Credence where you don’t actually have sex but touch each other so much, kissing as if there is no tomorrow.

Warnings: None!!

Word Count: 1,860

A/N: This feels like it may be a little bit out of character, but to make the requests work!! And I think it turned out pretty cute anyway. :-)


It had been months—a little over half a year probably—since Credence had last lost control of his obscurus and destroyed much of New York. Newt had found him afterward and brought him along on his own adventures, and later, they had recruited you to help Credence manage his obscurus, since you had been researching them for some time. If anyone would know how to help, they thought, it would be you. After hearing from Credence and learning more about him, you knew that you just had to do what you could to help this boy as much as you could, more for Credence himself than for your research, and you had helped him.

It had been largely a success—though this was new, even for you, since there was still so little known about the obscurus in general, despite what headway you had been able to make in your own research. Through a lot of emotional exercises, Credence had learned to quell dark energies that his negative emotions generated, and the friendships he was building with both you and Newt certainly helped to build positive emotions in their stead. And you would be lying if you weren’t just as positively affected by his presence in your life as he was by yours.

But that didn’t matter today because today— Well, you had a run-in with one of Newt’s creatures and had been hurt—nothing too terrible, just a gash on your arm, but enough that it stung and enough that Newt was concerned. When Credence walked in the room and saw blood everywhere and the paleness of your face, he had become too abruptly alarmed and overcome with emotion, and the obscurus ripped from him with a pop and a flurry. It wasn’t hurting anything, and in fact, it wasn’t even angry looking or violent, just alarmed. You sent Newt away as quickly as you could so that you could talk to Credence and calm him back down like you had showed him before, and eventually you had been able to soothe him back into his body.

You were expecting an emotional breakdown, but instead, Credence began to groan and clutch at his back and arms and legs, anywhere on his body that he could reach, little tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. You didn’t think before rushing to his side to check on him, your own bandaged injury long forgotten. “Credence? What’s wrong, Credence?”

Honey-brown eyes turned up to yours briefly, holding thinly veiled agony, before squeezing shut again. “You’re… Are you okay? You looked…hurt.” His voice was coming out in breathless, pained puffs, and of course he would be more concerned with someone else than with himself.

“Credence, I’m fine, please. Are you alright?” You hoped panic wasn’t seeping into your voice because that was probably the last thing he needed.

Once you had confirmed you were okay, Credence relented, caving in on himself more fully and gasping out, “It just hurts… It hurts everywhere, I don’t know why.”

Now you were really worried. “Credence, I’m going to touch you, okay? I’m going to try not to hurt you. Can you trust me not to do that?”

Credence nodded as much as he could, desperate for any kind of relief, gasping and shuddering as you felt the muscles in his back and sides. Knots had formed all over him and spasmed every time you pressed your fingers too firmly into them, and you knew you had to soothe his muscles out before his entire body seized. “Credence, I’m going to roll you onto your stomach so that I can get these knots out, okay? This may hurt for a minute, but it’ll feel better as I keep going. Is that okay?” You would have to do it anyway, for him, but you hoped you had his consent so that he knew he could still trust you afterward and so that there was no backtracking in the progress you had already made. You thanked the universe for his answering nod and rolled him over as gently as you could, cringing and silently apologizing at the pained groan he released and the tears that were still falling from his eyes.

You began to roll your hands firmly into Credence’s back, trying to soothe him gently as he cried out against the feeling. You tried to carefully rub your fingers in deliberate circles, working out every knot you came across, and then began to work your way down his arms, easing the tension there as well. Eventually, he began to still and relax under your hands, and you thanked everything good in the world that his pain seemed to be subsiding. You continued to rub into his back and arms and carefully down the backs of his thighs to alleviate the tension and discomfort that the obscurus must have caused in its burst of energy until you felt he had sufficiently relaxed. At some point, you began to worry that the prolonged contact would be uncomfortable for him, so you asked, “Is everything better, Credence? Do you feel any more pain?”

When he didn’t even turn to look in your direction, you grew slightly concerned and pulled your hands away, worried you had overstepped your boundaries. Silence continued to stretch before finally: “I…don’t feel that pain anymore, but… I’ve never… I didn’t realize I was sore.” This statement broke your heart because you understood what he meant—that there were some kinds of muscle aches you didn’t realize you had before someone touched and made it prevalent, and of course no one had cared enough to discover if he were ever hurting. “I…can you please keep doing that.” At that, Credence tilted his head toward you, and you couldn’t help but touch his cheek affectionately when you saw the blush creeping up his face.

“Of course, Credence.” So you pressed your hands into his back again, not calling out his contented sigh when you pressed more firmly. You rubbed slow circles across his shoulders and pressed your fingers gently into the slope of his neck and just under his ears, smiling softly at the way his eyelids fluttered and the various sighs he couldn’t help but release. Eventually, you leaned down toward him to ask, “Is there anywhere else that hurts, Credence?”

He began to roll over onto his back, so you pulled your hands away quickly, returning them to your sides. Credence looked a little nervous and sheepish, so you made sure to stay quiet as he gathered his thoughts and collected the words he wanted to say. He couldn’t seem to get the words out and instead simply gestured across his chest. You just smiled and moved your fingers to his chest, waiting for him to nod his consent and trying to breathe evenly as you began to work the familiar pattern again, this time nearly face to face with him. As you pressed your fingers more firmly into his chest, his eyelids fluttered closed, and he let out another, more drawn out sigh. His face was flushing a beautiful shade of pink, and you were so transfixed with the expression on his face that you hadn’t realized you had drifted closer and closer to his face, even as your hands continued rubbing circled into the expanse of his chest. You only realized how close you had moved your face to his when his eyelids fluttered open, alarmed by the feeling of your breath fanning across his face. Something in his eyes prevented you from retreating as you had originally planned to do, though, something curious and… You didn’t know what. Your hands slowed their movements as you waited for him to say something, anything. “I’ve never…” His eyes darted nervously to your mouth before looking away. “I want…to kiss you.”

You blushed completely at that, almost as red as Credence was turning. However, he began to look conflicted, and you could tell he was berating himself for saying such a thing. So you were quick to say, “Well, I’d certainly like to kiss you, Credence.” And you did. You had wanted to kiss him for some time now.

Some time had passed before he continued to say, “But I’ve never…kissed anyone. And I… That’s all I want to do.”

You understood what he meant, and it hurt you to realize how seldom he ever asked for anything and how often people had made him do things he hadn’t wanted to. Honestly, the fact that he was comfortable enough with you to admit he wanted to kiss you was a miracle. “Credence, I would never make you do anything you didn’t want to. I only care about your comfort.”

So you waited for him to make the next move, and when he leaned forward enough to press tentative, chapped lips to yours, you couldn’t help the quiet gasp that fell from you despite having seen his approach. Credence seemed to gain some kind of confidence from this sound and pressed his lips more firmly to yours, tilting his head slightly to extend the contact, causing you to sigh and move your hands to cup his face and hold him against you. The feeling of your hands on his face made him realize how hot his cheeks had gotten, and he sighed at your cool touch against the burning of his face. You had to push down a moan at the feeling of his sigh against your mouth, and instead slotted your body against his when you felt his hand pressing carefully into your hip. Now your legs were tangled together, mouths fumbling clumsily, but you could feel Credence begin to smile, which caused you to pull back curiously. The small smile didn’t disappear even as you continued to look at him, so you began to trace his lips gently with the tip of your finger, smiling back at the look in his eyes. “What?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“I’m just…glad I could finally tell you. I didn’t know how…before.” His voice was quiet but just as powerful as ever, just as powerful as everything about him, really.

“You thought about kissing me before, Credence?”

The scarlet returned to his face at that question, but he nodded anyway. “Yes… But today, I just… You’re always there for me and making sure I’m okay…with whatever you have to do. You always…ask me. And you’re honest with me. And…I want to give you those things too. I wanted to be honest too.”

You blushed at the praise but also at the courage he was displaying after something you had been sure would traumatize him. But Credence was finally learning to accept himself, all of himself, even the obscurus part, and you were certainly glad that he felt okay enough to let himself feel and be and grow. “You can be honest with me any time, Credence. I’m glad you said something.” At this point, you were fighting a full on grin.

“Well, if I’m being honest… I’d like to kiss you again, please.” And when he asked so nicely, how could you not indulge such a request?


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Newsies (musical) Lyric Meme
  • "Them streets down there, they sucked the life right outta my old man. Well they ain't doin' that to me."
  • "Everyone wants to come to New York."
  • "You keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town."
  • "They say folks is dyin' to get here. Me? I'm dying to get away."
  • "Close your eyes. Come with me."
  • "I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good."
  • "You can bet we won't let them bastards beat us."
  • "Don't you know that we're a family? Would I let you down?"
  • "It's a crooked game we're playing. One we'll never lose."
  • "Ain't it a fine life?"
  • "What a fine line carrying the banner!"
  • "It takes a smile that spreads like butter, the kind that turns a lady's head."
  • "If I hate the headline, I'll make up a headline!"
  • "Shave me too close and you may slit my throat."
  • "It's the simplest solutions that bolster the bottom line."
  • "Give me a week and I'll train them to be like an army that's marching to war."
  • "That's the bottom line!"
  • "I'm doing alright for myself."
  • "The thing I want most, I can't get."
  • "Honey, that's rich."
  • "This life's too short to waste it on you."
  • "Love at first sights for suckers. At least it used to be."
  • "I never planned on someone like you."
  • "Turns out that love ain't blind, it's dumb."
  • "You are the most impossible boy ever."
  • "They think we're nothing! Are we nothing?!"
  • "They think they got us! Do they got us?!"
  • "And the world will know!"
  • "The world don't know but they're gonna pay."
  • "The world will know that we've been here!"
  • "Either they give us our rights or we give them a war."
  • "Everyday we wait is a day we lose!"
  • "All I know is I don't know what to write."
  • "As I may have mentioned, I have no clue what I'm doing."
  • "Am I insane? This is what I've been waiting for."
  • "Lie down with dogs and you wake up with a raise and a promotion."
  • "Just look around at the world we're inheriting and think of the one we'll create."
  • "Now is the time to seize the day."
  • "Stare down the odds and seize the day."
  • "Courage cannot erase our fear."
  • "Courage is when we face our fear."
  • "Once we've begun, if we stand as one, someday becomes somehow."
  • "Wrongs will be righted, if we're united."
  • "Proud and defiant, we'll slay the giant."
  • "Nothing can break us. No one can make us quit before we're done."
  • "One for all and all for one."
  • "Let me go far away. Somewhere they won't ever find me and tomorrow won't remind me of today."
  • "No more running. No more lying."
  • "Where does it say you gotta live and die here?"
  • "Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?"
  • "Why should you only take what you're given?"
  • "Why should you spend your whole life being trapped where there ain't no future?"
  • "If the life don't seem to suit you, how about a change of scene?"
  • "I can't spend my whole life dreaming."
  • "I ain't getting any younger, and I wanna start brand new."
  • "Just be real is all I'm asking."
  • "I'm dead if I can't count on you."
  • "You don't need money when you're famous."
  • "Look at me, I'm the King of New York!"
  • "I gotta be either dead or dreaming!"
  • "Guess I wasn't much help yesterday."
  • "There's no way I am putting them kids back in danger."
  • "You know why a snake starts to rattle? Cuz he's scared."
  • "You can't undo the past."
  • "Your abject surrender was always the bottom line."
  • "Be glad you're alive. I'd say that's the bottom line."
  • "Til the moment I found you, I thought I knew what love was."
  • "Love will do what it does."
  • "One night may be forever, but that's all right."
  • "If you're gone tomorrow, what was ours still will be."
  • "I have something to believe in now that I know you believed in me."
  • "Do you know what I believe in?"
  • "There's change coming once and for all."
  • "Write it in ink or in blood, it's the same either way. They're gonna damn well pay!"
  • "Once and for all if they don't find their manners, we'll bleed 'em!"
  • "Once and for all there'll be blood on the wall if they doubt us."
  • "This town will shut down without us."
  • "Wherever you go, I'm right there by your side."

pomrania  asked:

If Sidious just up and died suddenly due to natural unexpected causes -- let's say an allergic reaction to something he didn't even know existed -- how would Vader respond? Let's say it takes place some time after ANH. How would it differ, whether he did or didn't know about Luke?

Hm. Well, Vader would step into the role of Emperor after Sidious’s death. He might have to do a bit of smackdown on a few rivals who might want to seize power. Vader has the advantage of a lot of loyalty from the military (or so I headcanon), so that shouldn’t be too difficult, especially if it’s just a few moffs or something. He might have a harder time fighting off someone like Thrawn, but I think Vader would ultimately win.

So Vader’s emperor. I think he might relax a few of the harsher methods Palpatine used against the Galaxy (definitely including slavery. that’s outlawed now, and there’s severe punishments for contributing to the trade in any way), although he certainly wouldn’t change the governmental system of his own volition. He may not want to rule himself (he wanted to give the Galaxy to Padmé, and then Luke after her), but he believed in the order the Empire brought. And he wouldn’t trust the Galaxy with people like Xizor or Thrawn or Isard or anything. So he stays emperor.

He’s relieved to finally be out from under Palpatine’s thumb, but now he’s the Sith Master by default (even though he didn’t kill Sidious). He needs to find an apprentice. If he didn’t know about Luke, it’s much harder. Most of the Force-sensitives have been wiped out, and the few that remain only remain because they are too deep into hiding to be found. Of course, Vader knows that the pilot who destroyed the Death Star is strong with the Force. He’s already hunting him, so he’d just increase his efforts there and hope he could sway the kid to the Dark Side once he got him. It honestly wouldn’t be that different if he knew about Luke, because he’d still be hunting him, and he wouldn’t risk making any sort of public announcement along the lines of “hey, Luke Skywalker is my son, come join me and rule the Galaxy with me!” because he would fear the backlash from the Rebellion, and there’s no guarantee an announcement like that would draw Luke out in any case.

Let’s say he invariably gets his hands on Luke. He would learn pretty darn soon that Luke was his son, if he didn’t already know. The only real difference is that he might have been harsher with him in the beginning if he didn’t know. But once he knows… :) Luke gets a shocking revelation a la Bespin, probably minus the limb loss. Several revelations, actually. Vader is his father and wants to train him in the Force, he’s now the crown prince of the Empire, oh yeah, and Vader is going to step down pretty close to immediately and stick him on the throne.

Cue a lot of arguments about that, and compromises and bargains. It’ll probably end up with Luke on the throne of some sort of hybrid Empire-Republic, with Vader as his teacher and advisor, and a peace treaty with the Alliance. Luke’s out of his comfort zone, but Vader is happy and also probably more Light than when he first took the throne. And now that he’s not having to constantly defend the throne from rivals, he can get some actual medical treatment.

Newsies ( The Musical ) Sentence Starters

“Don’t you know that we’s a family?”
“I’m dead if I can’t count on you today. ”
“Would I let you down? No way. ”
“We won’t let them bastards beat us!”
“We’s as free as fishes”
“Ain’t it a fine life?”
“I got poisonality. ”
“You shall be saved.”
“Just give me half a cup. ”
“Something to wake me up. ”
“I gotta find an angle!”
“It’s getting bad out there. ”
“Papers is all I got. ”
“It’s eighty eight degrees. ”
“_____ says to change my spot. ”
“Wish I could catch a breeze. ”
“Maybe it’s worth a shot. ”
“All I can catch is flees. ”
“You wanna move the next edition?”
“How bout a crooked politician?”
“There’s an answer right before your eyes, but you’re just not thinking this through. ”
“Trim a bit here and then trim a bit there”
“I’ve got men. ”
“I’ve got money. ”
“Now ,honey, that’s rich. ”
“Hey baby, I was just talking about you. ”
“Oh, hello again. ”
“Please go away. I’m working. ”
“Beautiful. Smart. Independent. ”
“Love at first site’s for suckers….at least it used to be. ”
“I never planned on someone like you. ”
“I feel bad for your wife. ”
“What are you doing?”
“Quiet down! There’s a show going on. ”
“Don’t come a knocking on my door. ”
“You aren’t welcome here no more. ”
“You are the most impossible boy! Ever!”
“Are we nothing?”
“Do they got us?”
“We’re a union just by saying so!”
“The world will know!”
“Are we ready?”
“Can we do it?”
“This ain’t no game!”
“We’ve got a ton of rotten fruit and perfect aim. ”
“Now we’ve got no choice but to see it through. ”
“And we found our voice!”
“And I lost my shoe!”
“Every day we wait is a day we loose. ”
“Ha! It’s a cinch!”
“As I may have mention, I have no clue what I’m doing. ”
“Am I insane?”
“Picture a handsome, heroically charismatic–plain spoken, know nothing, skirt-chasing, cocky little son of a–”
“It can’t be any worse than how it’s been. ”
“Now is the time to seize the day. ”
“Minute by minute, that’s how you win it. ”
“We will find a way. ”
“We will not obey. ”
“Courage cannot erase our fear. ”
“Courage is when we face our fear. ”
“We will fight for you. ”
“One for all and all for one!”
“I’m the king of New York!”
Ain’t I pretty?“
"It’s my city!”
“Let’s get drunk!”
“I’ve got to be either dead or dreaming. ”
“How are you?”
“I’m okay. ”
“Guess I wasn’t much help yesterday. ”
“These here guards, they is rude.”
“But the food ain’t so bad, least so far, cause so far they ain’t brung us no food. ”
“There’s this secret escape plan I got!”
“I ain’t slept and my leg still ain’t right. ”
“Go and look it up!”
“Did they bust up your brains or something?”
“They won. ”
“He knows we’re winning!”
“We’re doing something no ones even tried!”
“Yes we’re terrified. ”
“But watch what happens!”
“You can’t undo the past. ”
“Just move on and stay on track. ”
“And I’ve got a date!”
“Time’s running out,kid. ”
“So what do you say?,
"Cowboy or convict?”
“I win either way!”

On the dawn of March 18, Paris arose to the thunder-burst of “Vive la Commune!” - Karl Marx

March 18, 1871, Paris - For the first time in the history of the world, the proletariat seized state power. The working class of Paris overthrew the bourgeoisie and other components of the ruling classes, and set up the Commune. 

After holding democratic elections, the Commune decided to separate the church and state, and introduced many progressive reforms, including one enabling the workers to take over the enterprises of escaped capitalists.

However, the overthrown ruling classes based themselves in the rest of France. The Communards had been merciful to reactionaries; the same ones that now joined the ranks of the armies advancing upon Paris. The well organized bourgeois armies entered Paris on 21st May, and till 28th the dealt defeat after defeat to the defending Communards. Twenty-thousand working men and women were slaughtered by the soldiers in a week, most of them after being taken prisoner. The Commune had lost.

However, the international proletariat took its lessons from the Paris Commune. It realized that the first two tasks for the proletariat after seizing state power would be to completely expropriate the ruling classes and mercilessly eliminate their remnants. The blood of the Communards had not flown in vain; by putting this ruthless but correct line into practice, the Bolsheviks managed to create history in 1917. Today, from Ayacucho to Naxalbari, the Paris Commune continues to inspire and lead numerous communists in their war against capitalism, feudalism and imperialism, marking itself as the First Great Revolution of the international proletariat.

Vive La Commune! 

Establish The Dictatorship Of The Proletariat!

Workers Of The World, Unite!

Via Mao Zedong

R.E.B.E.L.S. #1 by Andy Clarke

R.E.B.E.L.S. #1
Written by Tony Bedard
Art and cover by Andy Clarke
Variant cover by Andy Clarke
The future is now in this all-new monthly series! Brainiac 2 is a hunted man. His cosmic police force safeguarded over 80 worlds until a mysterious adversary suddenly seized control. Now Vril Dox must recruit a new team to win back his command and free countless billions. But this time, he’s basing his new group on the greatest heroes and villains of the 31st Century!
Guest-starring Supergirl and The Legion of Super-Heroes!
Retailers please note: This issue will ship with two covers. For every 10 copies of the Standard Edition (with a cover by Andy Clarke), retailers may order one copy of the Variant Edition (with a cover by Andy Clarke). Please see the Previews Order Form for more information.
On sale February 11 • 32 pg, FC, $2.99 US

So, this was basically the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten. You heard it, guys. THE DOCTOR said he remembers me from the Academy. It’s canon. I’m a Time Lady. You may now address me as The Author.

Seriously, though, my amazing friends Petra and Connor dreamed this up and (with the help of Petra’s SO), seized the opportunity, and this makes me feel so super loved. Also, Peter Capaldi took time out of his day to wish this Whovian a happy birthday, and it means so, so much to me. I cannot even express the joy I feel when I watch this. This is truly, truly magical.

(And yes, my middle name IS really Gallifrey.)

Types as Buffy Quotes
  • ESFP: If the apocalypse comes, beep me.
  • ISFP: I may be love's bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.
  • ENTJ: I like my evil like I like my men -- evil.
  • INTJ: Time. Time is what turns kittens into cats.
  • ESTP: Sodding. Blimey. Shagging. Knickers. Bollocks.
  • Oh god, I'm British.
  • ISTP: Seize the moment. 'Cause tomorrow you might be dead.
  • ENFJ: Weird love’s better than no love.
  • INFJ: *ominous tone* From beneath you, it devours.
  • ENTP: If I were at full slayer power, I'd be punning right now.
  • INTP: I am my thoughts. If they exist in her, Buffy contains everything that is me, and she becomes me. I cease to exist.
  • ESFJ: There are no dead students here! ...this week
  • ISFJ: I wear the cheese, it does not wear me.
  • ENFP: I'm not done baking yet. I'm cookies.
  • INFP: Homework? I don’t believe in tiny Jewish Santa anymore.
  • ESTJ: There's only me. I am the law.
  • ISTJ: Cuppa tea, cuppa tea, almost got shagged, cuppa tea

anonymous asked:

if humans have made up gender stereotyping, how can someone 'feel like a man/ feel like a woman or anything else, why cant they identify as a female but 'act' like a man i dont understand, that may be transphobic please help me understand, but to be honest i feel that Anyone can identify as anything they want too i dont have any reason to be against it, i just dont understand And id like you to open my mind and opinions thanks!

I mean it’s not something I think anyone fully understands. I can say, though, that for most people, it’s not as simple as “feeling like a man” or “feeling like a woman.” I wrote commentary here about how mysterious gender is. No one fully understand gender. If you read Virginia Woolf’s Orlando, about a character who lives through the centuries, first as a man and then as a woman, there’s a section where the narrator muses about the nature of gender:

…there is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us and not we them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking. So, having now worn skirts for a considerable time, a certain change was visible in Orlando…even in her face. If we compare the picture of Orlando as a man with that of Orlando as a woman we shall see that though both are undoubtedly one and the same person, there are certain changes. The man has his hand free to seize his sword, the woman must use hers to keep the satins from slipping from her shoulders. The man looks the world full in the face, as if it were made for his uses and fashioned to his liking. The woman takes a sidelong glance at it, full of subtlety, even of suspicion. Had they both worn the same clothes, it is possible that their outlook might have been the same.

That is the view of some philosophers and wise ones, but on the whole, we incline to another. The difference between the sexes is, happily, one of great profundity. Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath. It was a change in Orlando herself that dictated her choice of a woman’s dress and of a woman’s sex. And perhaps in this she was only expressing rather more openly than usual—openness indeed was the soul of her nature—something that happens to most people without being thus plainly expressed. For here again, we come to a dilemma. Different though the sexes are, they intermix. In every human being a vacillation from one sex to the other takes place, and often it is only the clothes that keep the male or female likeness, while underneath the sex is the very opposite of what it is above.

Are the social norms of gender expression what determine our sense of gender? Or are those forms of gender expression just expressions of something internal or essential in each one of us. Or, since most of us do not fit neatly into these gender categories 100% of the time, do these normative forms of gender expression serve to fix us into categories that are too rigid for the fluidity of human experience? Perhaps none of these ideas fully capture gender, or perhaps there is some amount of truth to all of them. 

What is considered feminine or masculine varies from culture to culture and historical period to historical period, but it seems in every society we know of, gender existed, and in most if not all, patriarchy has existed. Why that is, no one to my knowledge knows. 

One thing I hope you consider is that sometimes you have to accept people even when you can’t fully understand. Sexual orientation too, is also very mysterious. We don’t know why some people feel attraction to certain genders—and for most of history, the social construct sexual orientation didn’t exist, but that doesn’t make it not real. There very obviously are many people who cannot choose who they are attracted to even when they desperately want to: and yet there are those who say they do choose or found their sexuality did change—some also say their personal experience influenced their sexuality (and in some cases gender). The “born this way” narrative is not true for everyone, but neither is it true that all nonstraight people just choose a “sexual lifestyle.” Society, personal experience and biology probably all intersect in complex ways that can differ from person to person to cause things like sexual orientation and gender.

No one knows the reasons or cause, if there indeed is one singular cause, but gender variant people have existed as long as there have been civilizations. They didn’t call it transgender, but there have always been people who didn’t fit the gender role or identity assigned at birth, who have gone by various names in many cultures. 

The other thing is people have very different experiences with gender and their feelings around gender. I can’t really explain to you what all trans and gender variant people feel. There doesn’t seem to be one all-encompassing experience, explanation or rule.

I could also turn the question around and ask why you, if you identify as the gender you were assigned at birth, are so certain of your gender? It was just something put on you without your consent when you were just a baby and forced on you as you grew up. Why do you feel so sure that is your gender? How do you know it’s the right gender? Cis people, too, have a gender identity—it just happens to align with what they were assigned. To me, that’s an even more interesting question: why do so many people identify with the gender they were assigned—how can so many of them happen to identify that way if gender is constructed and when they could be any gender they want? It’s possible a much larger percentage of people who currently identify as cis would identify as nonbinary if they knew of the concept, but there still are a large number of people who identify as their assigned gender even while knowing about trans people. In fact, many of them feel very strongly that they are a woman or man—even if they deviate a lot from gender norms. Why is that? Trans people are not the only ones with these feelings of “being a man or woman” or something else that you describe.

People tend to magnify and question trans people’s genders because they are more visible in cisnormative society, but cis people’s genders are just as constructed and mysterious as trans people’s genders are. Basically, gender as a whole is an incredibly mysterious and perplexing thing and anyone who tells you otherwise is probably being reductive for the sake of some narrative.