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Here it is! My blog’s first anniversary Art Raffle!!!

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OKAY BUT

Okay when all this body swap “OOPS IM A PSYCOPATHIC KILLER NOW HELP ME” shenanigans is over, imagine if Magnus has recurring nightmares about it happening again.
Like in the dreams, Alec kills him, or blames him for getting into that situation, or Raphael refuses to go near him again just in case it happens, along with everyone losing their faith in him.
AND THEN we get scenes with Alec and Magnus lying in bed together, and Alec calming him down and convincing him he isn’t going anywhere and that it wasn’t his fault or anything.
BASICALLY JUST CUDDLY FLUFFY MALEC BEINV ADORABLE BF AND SUPPORTING EACH OTHER OKAY

The Aogiri kids being all over Hinami when she was with them, pulling her everywhere to play with them and to read books to them. And Hinami’s always giving in to them because she’s such a sucker for cute faces and little kids and she sees herself in them so she wants to make them happy. Even when she’s busy, she’ll put aside her work. 

And she always pulls Ayato into it as well and those little kids love him a lot and it’s funny because like all those adults in Aogiri are fucking terrified of the ss-rated rabbit but then when he’s with the kids he softens into a pure bunny. And he and Hinami are like the big onii-chan and onee-chan to them, just like Kaneki and Touka were to Hinami. 

And let’s not forget the White Suits and Miza and her gang because these guys love those kids as well. The White Suits are always teaching them new games and playing with them and the kids love Naki because he’s always a dumb idiot who loses at like everything. They laugh at him but no one really cares because they’re not being mean– they’re just being kids. Miza’s like a mother to them and she makes sure that they’re fed and they’re clean and have proper clothes. She tucks them in to bed, or at least makes sure they go to sleep fine and keeps an eye on them. She sits by Hinami whenever Hinami reads them bedtime stories. Those kids are like her own– and we all know Miza loves kids. 

The kids love everyone but Hinami is like, their number one because she’s the one who is ALWAYS there for them no matter what. But suddenly one day, everyone comes back but her. And they’re lost and distraught because just where is Hinami? They were waiting for her to come back from the mission because they wanted a bedtime story. The kids have a hard time sleeping after she left, even when Miza or Ayato tries to fill in for Hinami– it’s just not the same. They keep pestering Ayato about her, asking him where she is and when she’s going to come back, and it only just breaks his heart even more because he already misses her so much but he knows these kids do too. So he promises to bring her back. 

And he does. And they see her in goats. And it’s like their life is complete again. 

Just… yeah. Imagine this. 

Piece by Piece ( 2/?)

Part 1 

Based off - Piece by Piece by Kelly Clarkson

Word count : 1104

Note : Not beta read

Originally posted by unchartedghoul

“Okay so you know the rules…”

“No chewing with my mouth open., ask you before I do something stay where you can see me and do not bring any dogs home”

“Or cats”

“Okay”

“Or squirrels, bunnies, rats or birds”

“Awww” Monique frowned crossing his arms in annoyance.

“You brought a rat home?” Derek asked her, glancing at the little girl through the rear view mirror.

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Omg you know what would be funny though. Is for the mercs to end up finding Doc and them having to keep Doc with them

‘About time someone found me! You know how long I’ve been stuck in there. Oh. It’s just you two. So you’re working together now? That’s cool I guess.’

Doc criticizing Locus’ armour. ‘Y’know, that voice filter is pretty intimidating but it’s a little over the top don’t you think. And what’s up with the X on your helmet, I mean, the colour is okay, but eenh.’ 

Locus stares at Doc. ‘Stop talking.’

‘What’s with the temper, jeez, you remind me of Washington. So hostile. You should lighten up! Have you tried yoga?’

Locus looks over to Felix, and Felix just snickers “Hey it was your dumb idea to keep him alive.” Locus sighs and walks away. “Awh come on Locs, he was just joking!”

“Locs? That a nickname?”

“Yeah, he loves it.”

anonymous asked:

your piece on historical evil reminded me of thoughts ive had about american politics lately. people are saying stuff like "well they just dont know any better thats how they were raised thats all the info they have no one taught them different" etc to excuse why a lot of people are trying to take away the rights and lives of other people. but in this era of immense internet access, when all the information they would need to learn is so immediately available… i dont think that counts anymore.

Like I said in that post, I no longer believe that’s an excuse that works for historical time periods in which people didn’t have access to outsider views, so yes, definitely, it absolutely doesn’t count now. Because short of being raised in some militant type fundamentalist compound with no access to the internet or tv or books…you really just have no excuse. There’s no way to live, in an industrial nation, and not have access to other perspectives - usually you don’t even have to look for it. 

I mean, I was raised Roman Catholic, and by very conservative parents. This was in Ireland and the UK mostly, so we’re not talking American Republican levels of conservative…but my stepmother was ex-BNP (which is the British party that was so racist they were actually forced to dismantle it, and it became what’s now UKIP - which is still, honestly, super racist and isolationist and all levels of urgh, okay) who banned my brother from the kitchen because Only Women Cook and refused to take my half-sisters to see The Frog Princess because ‘she’s not a real princess, Sia, she’s black.’ My dad once said he’d rather his children were trans than gay, because at least being trans was a biological mix-up between brain and body and therefore ‘made sense’. My house was full of casual racism and fatphobia and again, just so many levels of urgh, okay? And I was such a brainwashed little idiot that I even defended Guantanamo Bay as a necessary thing for a school presentation, when I was eleven or so. 

(I am still horrified by that. I recently even tracked down the teacher who was in charge of that assignment to apologise, because, well. I kind of had to.)

And by seventeen I was a pansexual-identifying neo-pagan who had one token straight in my gang of friends and was living off social welfare (because my parents had moved to the USA and I was alone in the UK and my student welfare was the only thing letting me eat, because my dad somehow wanted me to get my A Levels while working a full-time job and reaching suicidal levels of depression, which was obviously not happening). By nineteen I couldn’t have any conversation with my dad because we ended up screaming at each other no matter how innocuous the topic - I’m 24 now and that’s still true. 

(My latest and last-ever trip to visit them in New Jersey, he picked me up from the airport and asked had I seen any good films lately. I told him about Ghostbusters, the all-female one, and how it had made me laugh till I cried - and he immediately dismissed it as ‘just a crazy feminist thing’. I was in the car for all of two minutes, we hadn’t even left the airport yet, and I was talking about a comedy film I’d enjoyed. And I’d promised that this trip I wouldn’t go near anything political to minimise the fucking trauma of being in a house with those people. I seriously considered getting out of the car and just living in the airport for a week until I could go home; I did burst into tears because I was so fucking tired and just, two minutes.

Two minutes. Two minutes is officially how long we can be around each other without it going to Hell.)

Some things I figured out spontaneously that my parents were wrong about - Roman Catholicism just rubbed me wrong and by the time I was nine I was refusing to go to Church, I refused to be Confirmed without knowing anything about any other religions. My dad and stepmother’s fatphobia upset me because I was (and still am) overweight for my size, and so their comments about other people or people on tv hit me, too, even though they rarely directed them at me. I didn’t know queerness was a thing until I was thirteen, when I found it through (of course) fanfiction, but after that I knew what they said and thought about being queer was bullshit. Other stuff I learned from my friends and my teachers, and fandom in general kickstarted so many revelations in my head - I went to all-girls’ schools almost exclusively but didn’t discover feminism until I was eighteen, and then wow, talk about a self-sustaining cycle of liberationlism.

And my point is - the moment I got old enough to start properly thinking for myself, which was at about fourteen/fifteen - there was just no way to stay brainwashed. Things that contradicted what my parents were saying was literally everywhere. And I’m not special, I’m not some kind of genius, I’m not an outlier. If I could do it, in the environment I was in, I’m not buying any excuses that other people can’t too. You have to be walking around with your eyes shut not to see everything that contradicts the idea that people not-like-you are actually not-like-you. Because they’re not not-like-you, they’re just like you, and should be treated exactly as you would like to be, by you and your family and your government and your world. 

You just cannot live in the modern world and not be exposed to the fact that conservative little you is just wrong. If you don’t see it, then sorry, that’s entirely on you. The entire world is screaming it at you. If you don’t hear it, it’s because you’re not listening. And no one else is to blame for that, no matter who raised you.

You don’t know better? Bullshit. You don’t want to know. And that’s all there is to it.

Okay I’m sorry I have got to rant about this quickly:

I was in HMV just now because Beauty and the Beast came out on DVD today (I bought a copy because I want to watch it with my nan) and as you can expect, the whole shop is decorated to celebrate BATB coming out - posters, cardboard cutouts, the film playing on several screens in the background, the employees are all wearing BATB t-shirts etc. I’m sure it will surprise no one to say that there were loads of kids there too being all happy and overexcited.

I was queueing up to pay near one of the displays that held the DVDs when I heard this little boy gasp; I looked over and he was clutching a copy of the DVD in hand and looking at his mother excitedly. “Look, mummy, look! Please let me have it, please!”

This boy’s mother went bright red in the face and her nose turned up like she’d smelt something disgusting. “No, it’s for girls - stop making a show of yourself.”

The boy, bless him, was unperturbed and still clutching the DVD in his hand. “Please mummy, I have the money for it, I can pay for it-”

“Stop it, you’re embarrassing me.”

“But Mummy-”

And this woman - this fucking woman - snatched the DVD from him. “You’re not having it, it’s for girls - and you’re NOT a girl.”

Now the boy was getting upset and he started crying in the shop. “Mummy, please, I promise I’ll be good - I really want to watch it, please-”

His mother put the DVD back and grabbed him by the hand rather harshly. “You are NOT having a DVD for little girls!”

And I’m telling you, I was THIS close to going up to her and telling her to shut the fuck up. I don’t have a lot of money left but I was two seconds away from telling the boy I’d buy the film for him.

It’s a film for fuck sake. All genders can enjoy a film. “Its a princess movie = its for girls” - how about no?!? Let the kid watch the movie and be a decent human being.

Someone had written a Drarry AU titled “Little drarry aU” but then I read a bit and realized they didn’t mean “little” as in baby Draco and Harry but my brain was already imagining adorable Baby Drarry.

Imagine Lily and James surviving and having to attend a party at Andromedas were the Malfoys are as well and both boys are like four and James is all like urgh Malfoys but Harry is running after Draco and smooching him on the face like kids do and Draco just grabs his hand follows him anywhere.

Then it’s time for the Malfoys to go and Harry throws SUCH A BIG TANTRUM like, seriously, and Draco DOES NOT stop crying and in the end Lily and Narcissa have to promise the boys that YES YOU WILL MEET AGAIN. No not tomorrow because… no because… URGH FINE OKAY TOMORROW YOU CAN SEE EACH OTHER. And Harry kisses giggling Draco and hugs him until Lucius and James drag their children apart. Giggling Draco disappearing in green flames. Overjoyed Harry babbling to his dad about how soft Dracos “yellow” hair is.

Urgh ❤💕

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Happy Birthday, Makoto Tachibana! 17.11 (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ 
you’re so perfect lemme wrap a blanket around you.

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anonymous asked:

🔥 btw your blog is really nice and i always like it when you appear on my dash

🔥 = vent

urgh okay this is going to potentially be an unpopular opinion time but alas u asked me to vent and so here i am, venting. i hate hate hate this generation. i hate technology, mobiles specifically. you know, there was a time when people had to actually talk to each other, to communicate. a time before being able to scroll through ten million different apps on your phone before actually turning to look at the person you’re spending time with. but most of this generation are too young to remember that time. it’s normal for them to put 50% of their concentration into technology at all times. not me. when i’m with a friend, i put my phone somewhere i can’t see it, i forget about it, it’s not important, they are. but nobody else does that. and always i end up sitting there watching someone else look down at their own phone for like 15 minutes in the middle of a conversation and it just pisses me off so much ??? like hello ?? excuse me ??? are those other people you’re talking to, those other friendships, more important that me? do they matter more to you ?? why the heck am i bothering to get dressed and leave the house to just sit here and watch u browse social media please.

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