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The Only Thing Worth Remembering About From 2015: the rebirth of “Larry Stylinson” & watching them rise.

Harry and Louis are the Stevie and Lindsey of the mermaid-tattoo-era stadium-rock eye-contact game. Louis’ eyes are dark, intense, controlling, with a surly "damn your love, damn your life” edge. Harry’s eyes say “I hear the darkness you’re expressing and it’s important to me but my heart tells me to twirl right now,” so he twirls and touches his hair. The brooding look vs. the beatific twirl. When one of them gets happy, the other gets wistful. When one of them gets bitchy, the other gets sugary. I could watch them sing together for hours. I could probably watch them do laundry for hours. (I doubt they do laundry.)“ - Rolling Stone Magazine (2015)

Everlasting Party - Mystic Messenger Time Loop AU (pt 25)

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Summary: You’re caught in a time loop during the 11 days leading up to the RFA’s party unless you can do… what, exactly?

13+ Spoiler-free…kinda? Doesn’t spoil any events from the game, though I do mention a thing or two about the organization Unknown is with. I think you first learn about it in Yoosung’s route. …Frankly if you’ve read this far, I expect you’re fine for spoilers :P

But how to get inside…?

He can hack the security cameras – give them a dummy feed that just loops over the same empty hallway. But the RFA’s hacker is good; he’ll notice it rather quickly, and then he’ll call their new member to warn her or something. From his observations she seems to be a highly suspicious person, so it’s also unlikely that she’ll willingly unlock the door, even if he’s disguised as someone else.

The passcode to the apartment has changed, too. If he brings his laptop he can probably hack it, but there’s the matter of time, again – he’ll have to give the security cameras the dummy feed and time it so that the hacker doesn’t have time to warn their new member that something is up. He might be able to distract the hacker if he lets him know about V’s current situation, but it’s a gamble he’s decided not to take.

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okay but i’m ready to bet $10 that the real reason adam doesn’t want to stay overnight in monmouth is that once he did and woke up to gansey laying on his side, one arm under his head, staring in awe at adam and whispering “magnificent………. pure perfection… @ god thou art a good man .. creating this …… even in the darkness of the moonless night he shines bright like a diamond (diamond) *chokes on tears* good LoRD adam parrish. parrish. adam. what a poetic name he has .. like a sound of a silent forest,,, a peaceful rivulet,,, a lucid sky,, his delicate eyelashes …. no contest. nono. *sighs dreamily* adam parrish”


I met these super photogenic cats, Perry and Mumford, down in Whangamata. I’m trying to convince mum that getting a maine coon kitten is a good idea

Turning 18 is never easy, especially when you live in Italy and it’s like turning 21 in the US. Talking about it now, I feel so conflicted because I’m way past that point (since I will be turning 24 in 2017.)

Anyway, when I turned 18 my life was pretty much fucked up. During my life, during my childood and even during my teenage years there was never stability in my house. I never really had a big / happy family, I have a foster brother who left our place when he was 16 and I barely remember him, my parents never really loved each other and they always struggled to get to the end of the month (in a matter of money.)

This being said, if I have to think about the worst time of my life, it would be when I turned 18. During that time, I was under a lot of pressure because graduation was coming, I had to focus on my grades and I had to start to think about my future. At that time, I was already aware of the fact that I wouldn’t be able to study abroad or do what I really wanted to do. (Or live the life my friends were living, sending applications all over the world). Anyway, even knowing that I would end up staying in my shitty ass city (to attend uni) I had to pick a field. Being an extremely anxious person, that stressed me out quite a lot.

Honestly though, the worst thing about that time of my life wasn’t even all of this. My parents decided to get a divorce (finally!!) and I honestly was happy. Because I would get my life back and I would stop hearing them yelling at each other every night. (We didn’t live together anymore anyway, but there was still a lot of chaos in my house.) The bad part came when my father decided to drag me into all of that to win the cause. He basically made his lawyer write some sort of lawsuit (toward me) claiming that my mother and I had made an allience and that I was an horrible person. This letter was one of the most disturbing things that have ever happened to me. To hear your own father call you names and stating how horrible you are as a daughter (in front of a judge) is something I can’t even begin to explain. What I remeber was the humiliation I felt thinking that so many strangers would get that idea of me, that they would think that I was horrible when none of the things written in that letter were true. I never went to the court because I was mortified. Anyway, I went through all the stages of grief. And I decided to never speak to my father again (actually, I yelled at him to never talk to me again the same night that I turned 18 because he managed to ruin things even that night.) First there was rage, then there was sadness and a lot of other feelings. I came to guilt. Because you know, after all, I was the one calling the shots. I was the one that decided to never see my father again. If he died, I would be the one having that burden on myself. I know this is a stupid way to feel, considering what he did, but back then - I swear I could never let that go. I cried every day at least once and I was on non-speaking terms with my father for more than 6 months.

It was the worst thing ever and I knew I had to do something because I didn’t want all that responsibility.

Bones did it for me.

In 2011 they were arining s7 and most importantly, they aired the episode where Booth’s father dies. If you think about it, it was a good episode, but it’s not even an episode you would consider that much speaking about the show itself. It’s a show about death. People die in every episode. Anyway, that episode in that time of my life had such a strong impact on me, I can’t even begin to explain it. If you ask me to remember lines from the episode or even details, I won’t be able to do it because I don’t remember it. I have never rewatched that episode again. But what I remember is crying incontrollably in my room during all the scenes where Booth struggled with the death of his father and the sense of guilt of never having the chance to have closure with him. I sobbed incontrollably and then went to a board online and kinda told this story. (in my language). After a few weeks, I called my father. I don’t know if I did it for me or for him. I think I mostly did it for me. Because I didn’t want to have any regrets (see what I did there??) and it worked. My father and I will never have a normal relationship and I think that deep down I will never forgive him completely for what he did. But anyway, 5/6 years later, we now speak to each other. I go weeks without hearing from him, and the last time I spent a significant amount of time with him was like 2 years ago. But I am free. I don’t feel guilty anymore.

So, when I think about Bones, I think about this. Bones gave me more that I could ever imagine. It gave me my life back. Through its characters it made me a better person. No show will ever have the same impact on me Bones had. So yes, when I say that I am gonna miss Bones. I am really gonna miss Bones.

what fucks me up about mary’s little speech at the end is the “what you could become” line because what she describes is what they were before and they HAVE been that and they KNOW that already, like, what the fuck,

anonymous asked:

do all of your drabbles end up on ao3, or should I be keeping up with your fic tag if I don't want to miss any?

Moooost of them do eventually, in Miscellany at least, but some of them are like… little things that I plan to make into part of a Much Larger Thing, god-knows-when, so I don’t want to archive the snippet, so it just ends up as a weird Behind The Scenes over here in my fanfic tag.

Uh so I guess if you want to make sure you see every single thing as soon as possible you are stuck trying to follow my fanfic tag :V But if you don’t care for the sum total of my blog, I think you can just add /rss to any URL to get something you can plug into Feedly? Then you get Just The Stuff.


I had a feeling I wold get some asks like these.

First off, your concerns are valid. I know what my post sounds like. I fully acknowledge it may sound extreme to some. And I respect your desire to not see fearmongering and scare people. I don’t want that either.

However, my post is not exaggerating. I have real life reasons for why I made it. So let me explain.

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I just wanted to say I figured out the real reason behind Quiet’s entire design.

The secret is that she’s actually a HUGE dork! She clearly spent all her life learning how to kill, so she never had a chance to explore fashion or interacting with people!

When she finds out she can’t wear much clothing and can’t wear her normal uniform, it’s like the first time she ever gets to pick out her own clothing. She picks out something she thinks seems sexy and cool~ but little does she know she just comes off as a fashion nightmare to everyone else. Boss and Ocelot are too nice to tell her otherwise!!! 

This also explains why does all the weird shit she does, the “sexy” shower, the “sexy” walking, the “sexy interpretive dance in the rain” that makes everyone go wtf?? This woman has no idea how to act normally around a guy she has a crush on so she defaults to awkwardly mimicing what she THINKS is “hot” to guys.