perfect solution is perfect

concept: otabek and yuri are dating and one day otabek admits to him that he’s polyamorous and yuris cool with it bc as long as bekas happy, he’s happy

“so who else do you like besides me??”
“dont get mad.”
“.,,, its jj.”


but he cant say anything bc again, as long as bekas happy then he’s happy, but,,,, what the fuck

so otabek and jj start dating, and the first time all three of them meet jjs like “hope u dont mind sharing your otabeef, princess 👉😎👉” and yuri is ready to kill him but otabek is smiling and hes weak for that so he holds back

but the more the three of them hang out together… the more tolerable jj becomes??? he isnt nearly as obnoxious as he is when theyre in competition and hes actually pretty funny and just as in love with otabek as he is (he knows bc of the way jj looks at him - it feels like looking into a mirror, because thats exactly how he stares at otabek himself)

and jj is actively trying to become better friends with him - he doesnt stop the teasing, but he starts knowing when to back down when he gets too much and yuri can feel the intense hatred he once felt for him die down into a begrudging respect

plus its really fun to talk to him about how adorable otabek is, so, really

a few months later and he can reluctantly say that jj’s become one of his closest friends, but tell anyone that and he’ll kick you with his knife shoes

(ps isabella and jj are still engaged/married and whenever otabek gets Tired of jjs shit she’s the person he’ll call

yuri enjoys watching them rant he thinks its the funniest shit ever)

Science Aesthetic: a well kept lab notebook, perfect sterile technique, cross referenced stock solutions, a single, perfect freezer box, labels

Real Science™: post-it notes everywhere, a messy bench, yesterday’s bacterial cultures, fourteen pieces of scratch paper, digging in the freezer for ten minutes because you don’t know where your stocks ended up

There’s 7.6 billion people on our earth, our lovely little home. And it’s terrifying how many of us take our own lives or who are on the verge, but not a single one of those people care enough to notice, or to tell us we matter. How fucking sad and terrifying. Maybe we’re all just really good at playing our roles as perfectly healthy people who live a perfect life, or maybe our world is so twisted that people just don’t care anymore.

Is our world just that twisted or are we all gonna get nominated for a best actors award?

AAh gosh ok some updates:

first - 

Second place winners of the raffle - expect to see your finished pieces soon! (Within the next few days)

First place - I still need to line art and do the rest of it so I thank you for your patience! 


I am now debating on putting up commissions. I am not finding a job as quickly as I thought I would be able to - and I don’t want to just sit and wait for something to happen. So I thought about doing art commissions! 

I am still debating on it due to not finding what kind of licences, establishing a payment method, and other more legal aspects of doing art commissions online (all I find for it is ‘get a payment account, show your prices, and do the commissions!’ steps… nothing about if I need to be registered in my area as a solo business owner and having a licence to sell, or if there are items for later on if taxes come into play, etc…)
But yeah - that’s my current dilemma with that o-o

But yep - that’s what I’ve been currently doing! I’ll give more updates as time goes on with both of these things! And if I do start commissions - all prizes will be finished prior to me starting that. 

  • I don’t give a shit if Nazis ~learn the error of their ways~ I want them to fuck off and crawl in a hole somewhere far away where they can’t hurt anyone
  • You literally cannot reason with Nazis because they live in an alternate reality where they can rewrite the truth whenever it suits them
  • I am not “just as bad” as a Nazi and I never will be. This is an objective fact. I will always have the moral high ground based purely on the fact that I’m not genocidal
  • idk about you but I personally think punching someone is a pretty effective way to say “Your views are fucking repulsive and you had fucking better rethink them if you want to ever have a fighting chance to redeem your humanity”
  • punching nazis is great exercise

all things lovely and good

Eggsy’s curled up on the settee–and he was to call it a settee, not a couch or sofa–in their private sitting room in the east wing of Drottningholm, his phone nearly at his nose as a computerized voice spouted random Swedish phrases at him to memorize, when Tilde sweeps into the room with a silver tray of tea and biscuits. Eggsy glances up at her, smiling in greeting, as she sits by his feet, setting the tray before her on the table and begins pouring the tea without a word. Not unusual for either of them; taking afternoon tea together, but more importantly alone, away from any staff from palace or Kingsman alike, had become a much needed routine for the both of them. It had gotten to the point where it didn’t need to be arranged or decided on, just something that they did, when they were both around, their many hello’s spoken in touches and looks and smiles.

“Ta, love,” Eggsy says when she passes him a teacup and a plate of homemade Florentine’s, ginger nuts and shortbread, which he balances on his knees, teacup in his free hand. He bites into a ginger nut, scrunches up his face at his phone and, after a prolonged moment of indecision, groans dejectedly. “I’m shit at this, just so you know. Never gonna learn it. Can’t even roll my R’s proper.”

“I have faith in you.” Tilde sits back with her own cup of tea, pats Eggsy’s leg and smiles. “Put that away. Take a minute to sit with your wife.”

Eggsy grins up at her. He sets the phone down beside the tray of tea, readjusts his position so that they are sitting side by side. She takes a Florentine from the plate now resting on his thigh, inspects it before biting off half of it and chewing.

“You know,” Tilde says thoughtfully after a few quiet minutes, “I would not mind if you decided to take on another lover.”

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colorblindly replied to your post: “I’ve never bought into the ‘he could reunited with Elizabeth because…”

You know what would really be the best lifting of the curse??? That ELIZABETH can now go on the Dutchman with him to do his duty. This way he still keeps his duty and she gets to go back to the sea and they get to be together. That’s the logical solution, but of course the wil/abeth crowd want Elizabeth on land like a lady again and so their happy ending HAS to be about going back to land, rather than them being together anywhere (or really, being together AT SEA)

literally BLESS every word???? 

anonymous asked:

do you have any thoughts about the mc herself

I do, actually! I think it’s pretty interesting how she fulfills different roles in each route. Her character is a bit… amorphous, in a way, in that Yoosung’s MC is different from Jumin’s MC. Its a very different departure from Cheritz’s other games, but one that makes sense given the online format of MM!

I’ve always found it much easier to adjust my personality based on who I’m talking to online than irl, after all.

Yoosung’s MC is firm but supportive that she is not Rika but wants to be there for him. Zen’s MC is very into his appearence - because that is something he is honestly sensitive about, and the reason why she’s special because she loves the whole package. Jaehee’s MC is gentle and kind. Open, honest, and loving - while Jumin’s MC is a bit strange, just like him. Both the deep route characters have a MC that function in a wavelength “much like them”, because they need that. Look at Seven - he needs someone to have fun with, but someone who can drop the pretense and be real.

You aren’t really playing you each route. You’re playing what they need. Or in the bad endings - the antithesis of what they need.

It’s the ultimate form of wish fulfilment. For the player, to be exactly what someone needs, and for them, to be exactly what is needed.

I think that speaks to something key about humans as a species. We want to be needed. We want to, as a person, be “the perfect solution” to someone’s misery. We want to be the perfect fit, and that’s kind of what MC represents to me.

The right thing at the right time.

A “miracle” in human form.

In the terms of Cheritz’s magic system… the MC is the embodiment of a wish. What each route has been searching for this entire time…

anonymous asked:

Zionism is a FILTHY word it LITERALLY means the murder of Palestinians

I think you’re conflating “believing a country has the right to exist” with “a complex socio-cultural-political-historical conflict”. 

Loving a country isn’t the same as agreeing with it.

I live in America, dude, being both proud and ashamed of my country is second-nature.

Also, this doesn’t fly according to either version of the word ‘literally’, so.

According to the spoilers, Alibaba decided not to follow Sinbad’s plan and came up with a plan of his own.

Wow! That’s so surprising! Who would have thought it!! */sarcasm ends*

Originally posted by whendidyoursoulgomissing

Not Kaylor related, but i have to post about this: bc it’s too important

Because our blogs have been getting lots of new followers since the Black Out, & new ones, still on a daily basis, (and bc i told you that i always have a look at every new follower), i’ve noticed something a few times, including today. 

For different reasons, i hadn’t posted about this before, nor had DMed the few followers in question, but i feel like today, i have to. 

Not that i want to share these personal pieces of information, you have noticed how private (regarding personal stuff) i’ve been since i joined here, but if it can help even just 1 young new follower get help, then it’s worth it…

+ bc of the whole fat shaming that has been happening with Tay : my comments about the damages it can do to fans suffering from eating disorders: it was NOT innocent.

Here’s the copy/paste of a DM i sent to a new follower, an hour ago, you’ll understand: 


Hi, i saw you follow my blog. Sweetie i’ll be super frank with you: i scrolled down your blog (like i do with every single new follower) and the whole praising anorexia thing is very worrying. I am a former model, i’m 6'1 tall and i’m thin, slim figure (like Karlie, long legs and long arms), i’ve kept my figure, i weight 128 pounds/58 kg. I eat super healthy and i work out. Back in my modeling years, i’ve seen some really shitty stuff about other girls being pressured not to gain weight, and to loose weight, to keep getting modeling jobs, and what some of them were capable of doing bc of that, and not just about cocaine, and laxatives…I’m 39 years old now. Anorexia is a terrible disease, but it can be cured, with medical help. I have a few longtime friends who have been suffering from it for 20 years, one of them almost died, twice: she is 5'9 tall and at the worst, her weight was less than 98 pounds/45 kg: it looked like she was coming back from Auschwitz. Seriously.. Now it has done so much damage to her body that she has kidney failure, her heart is weak and she needs to be super careful, and will never be able to have kids…Others got help sooner, and now they are much better, and they have a family, children..They’ll still be monitored for the rest of their lives…I don’t know how old you are, or what your personal story is, but please, there’s something obsessive with anorexia, it’s not your fault, it’s a disease, that makes you believe that being so underweight is the perfect thing to do or the perfect solution to other problems in your life: but it’s not. Anorexia kills young women. Please, i’m pretty sure you won’t reply my DM, maybe you’ll block me, but trust an older, wiser woman on this, someone who saw the real damages decades of anorexia can do to a human body & brain…If your goal weight is 40kg: no matter how tall you are: Sweetie you need help. Please don’t let this disease win & take you to a place you won’t be able to come back from. Take control of your life back, and get medical help. It is never too late. If you want to talk, i’ll be there, just DM me.”

I never suffered from any eating disorders, nor took drugs, or anything like this, but i’ve seen what it can do to very young women, and it’s scary AF.

I’ve been eating a lot of green veggies lately and almost exclusively drink water. Neither of those was super intentional, I just started doing it and now sweetened drinks are usually too sweet. Work is awesome because sometimes I want a pop but the whole can is too sweet, but a little 4 ounce thing is perfect. The perfect solution wouod be half sweet things, but not diet with those awful articial sweeteners (they taste so baaaaaad) or a ton of sodium that’s just like. For no reason but to make the diet pop taste less disgusting. Anyway I feel a lot stronger tbh.

Movie Night~Jack Maynard

A/N: as requested by anon :* it’s high key inspo by me and how sick I’ve been literally all winter

I sat in my room, hating my life. I had gotten the worst head cold due to the crazy weather and had been bedridden for a couple of days. I was only worried about my pounding head when my boyfriend, Jack, stood in the doorway. When I looked up, he had his hand on the doorway, face smushed right onto said hand. His puppy dog eyes were on, and I became nervous. “… What?” I asked sternly.

“I did a bit of a naughty thing,” he replied in a pouty tone. Ideas began to rise and race around my mind. “There was a fire.” 

“He put a hole in the wall like the last apartment.”

“He ate dinner without you.” He then held his laptop up to show a file that read “Logan”. 

“You illegally downloaded Logan?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he answered sheepishly. “I know you hate that because you say it’s robbery and unfair to those who made the movie. But I know you cant’t go out tonight but still really wanted to see this so I thought I came up with the perfect solution. It was perfect, until I remembered your weird thing with pirating.” I giggled at his mini-rant to justify himself. “First off, it’s not weird,” I said, defending myself. “It’s illegal! And why commit a dumb crime when you can pay a few pounds instead of paying thousands in a fine! But I do appreciate the thought and will gladly watch it with you.” 

He grinned, left his laptop on the bed, then proceeded to leave again. “What now!?” I shouted after him. I decided to wait and let Jack have his fun with the surprises. A few minutes later, he returned with piles of sweets, assorted salty snacks, and ice cream. “I’ll grab the drinks and we’ll be all set,” he told me. Once again, my abnormally skiddish boyfriend ran to the kitchen, grabbed drinks, then returned to the bed. I cuddled up to him as he got under the covers and grabbed his laptop, preparing the movie.

I was nervous I was going to fall asleep, but the movie kept me up. It had so many twists, turns, and grabbing scenes it was hard to look away to even grab my drink or food. As it ended, I was sniffling for a whole other reason besides my cold. I looked over at Jack who tried to be manly, but I saw the tears well in his eyes. I handed him a tissue and his face hardened as he took the tissue from my hand. “Baby,” I teased as he rolled his eyes at me. 

Jack closed his laptop as the credits rolled and put it next to us. He began to wrap his arms around me as I drifted into a deep sleep. “Feel better, princess,” Jack whispered, kissing my forehead.