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i really hope that no one takes any of these posts as me “attacking” their ships or whatever!

let me also re-clarify, this has NOTHING to do with me shipping mcpriceley. not one bit.

i just really need to put it out there that 2 males can be friends without you guys having to turn it into a gay relationship. it’s also really important that we have this kind of representation of friendship so that it kills the whole “dudes bein nice and supportive of each other is gay” thing.

I understand wanting more representation of the LGBT+ community in media. But let’s also not wash away this CANON, safe, pure, NON-ABUSIVE, NOT SEXUALIZED (unless you wanna count baptize me as sexual, but we know it’s all a joke) relationship between a Ugandan woman and a fat, nerdy, white boy.

Can we just appreciate that? For once? The only canon couple in this musical ended up being between a black woman and the nerdy sidekick. They could have easily made it the skinny, smart lead (Kevin Price) but instead made it Arnold. Who was never confident in himself and who was always used to being in the shadows.

That’s just. Important. Stop. Leaving. Nabalungi. Out. Of. This.

Let Kevin support his friend. Let Arnaba live on.

That’s all.

Spell Record Worksheet

For people who want to record their spells in a grimoire or elsewhere and enjoy having an outline like I do. This is designed to make it as easy as possible to look back and see what elements may have effected the outcome for better or worse.

✒️Name of Spell: Self-explanatory.
✒️Intent: What do you want to gain from this? What’s the goal?
✒️Time Cast: Date, day of week, moon phase, etc.
✒️Ingredients/Materials Used: Consider adding their relevant correspondences or WHY you chose them in particular.
✒️Actions: What did you do? What did you say?
✒️Notes: Did anything strange or interesting happen while casting? Relevant music come on? Were you interrupted? Are the candles acting weird? Make note.
✒️Outcome: Follow up with the results! Did it work in the way you expected, or do you need to tie up loopholes next time? If it didn’t work, what elements of the spell could be improved?


Once Upon A Time ♔ second generation

Live so that when your children think of fairness, caring and integrity, they think of you.

dildolaurus  asked:

Do you have any thoughts on the current 'left over' crew of Ryan, Jack, and Jeremy (& Matt because I love him)? Any FAHC headcanons for their particularly biting, competitive, yet kind dynamic?

So Geoff’s got some business outside Los Santos, no more than a couple of weeks worth but it really can’t be avoided any longer. He’s taking Gavin, wants him to work a little networking magic, and for muscle they’ve got Michael - if Geoff’s taking half the crew with him he might as well make it the pair most likely to cause a ruckus when left to their own devices. Between Jack and Lindsay those left behind couldn’t be in better hands, and with Ryan and Jeremy to throw their weight around and the whole of the support crew in action it didn’t even cross Geoff’s mind that there would be any problems. Honestly, what’s the worst that could happen? 

The plan was to kind of lay low, prepare, resupply, tie up loose ends and more or less maintain until the rest of the crew returned. This was a good plan, sensible, except for the fact the fact that certain members of the FAHC find it wildly impossible to lay low. Members who walk around in garish Hawaiian shirts, or unmistakable rubber skulls, or the overwhelmingly nauseating combination of purple and orange, for example. 

  • Jack, Ryan and Jeremy take about two days of calm before they start poking at hornet’s nests, not quite ready to flat out ignore Geoff’s requests and pick up a big job themselves but perfectly willing to more or less dare anyone else to come after them, to start something just to keep them entertained. 
  • There is an at first unspoken, later explicitly sworn to agreement that no matter what was happening, any time Geoff called to check in they all said it was fine. Great in fact, the absolute best, no need to rush home, no need to come home at all. Everything’s fine, no that’s absolutely not the sound of screaming, must be on your end boss. 
  • Jack and Ryan are the best of friends right up until the moment that they hate each other’s guts and want nothing more than to cause each other suffering. Jack has truely mastered the art of antagonising Ryan, can drive him right into true rage; snappish and rude and so far from the clinically methodical temper of the Vagabond, though she does her best to confine her needling to moments when they’re not working. In return Ryan can press Jack’s every button and has no qualms about doing it right in the middle of job, crankily ignoring Jack’s suggestions even to his own detriment purely out of spite, leaving Jack shouting increasingly panicked commands over the comms while Ryan intentionally picks out a longer, more dangerous path; the king of cutting off his nose to spite his face. 
  • Jeremy brings home a dog. It’s hardly the first animal he’s brought back to the penthouse, hell Gavin smuggle’s cats in all the time, but it is the first time he’s done it when there was no one around to stop him. The dog’s a menace, big and dumb and entirely untrained but between Jack, Ryan and Jeremy no one’s got the heart to get rid of it. Three of the most dangerous people in the city spend half a week rushing around trying to accommodate the every need of a giant mutt, and another half hopelessly moping when the support crew steps in and whisks the dog off to find a more suitable home. 
  • In the absence of any large-scale jobs to manage they resort to more base forms of entertainment. There are car races and boat races and jet races, there are dares and bets and odd experiments. There’s a poker tournament that had to be called off when the rampant cheating and angry threats got a bit too real, and an entire incident of public indecency that everyone swears to never speak of again. 
  • While it’s normally a job for one or two members of support, when the usual weapon resupply rolls around and nothing else is happening the entire crew decides to go together like a sick parody of a family excursion. They more or less traumatise the arms dealer while collecting all the usual bits and pieces, then a laughing Jack promises everyone one special toy for good behaviour; most go for new guns or special bullets but Ryan picks out a pair of wickedly curved knives, Jeremy clutches an enormous grenade launcher, Matt find’s a ridiculously impractical axe, Trevor’s got some terrifying looking metal trap and Jack and Lindsay buy matching cat-printed knuckle dusters. 
  • Bored without the other Lads to play with Jeremy takes Matt and Trevor out on a job with him, a bit of simple information extraction; catch a guy, knock him about, don’t even have to kill him afterwards so long as he sings. It couldn’t have been easier. It does not go well. Trevor disappears almost as soon as they begin, peeling off into the darkness of the warehouse so quietly Jeremy’s talking to himself for a solid minute before Matt points it out. A shakey start indeed, and things don’t improve; unlike doubling down on the bad cop act with Michael, or even bouncing terror around with Gavin, trying to conduct an interrogation with Matt as his backup is more a comedy of errors than anything else. While he does eventually talk, their victim spends far more time laughing in disbelief than he does actually fearing them, though in the end he pays for it. When Jeremy turns his back to sort out Matt almost chopping his own hand off with the damn axe he’d insisted on bringing along Trevor slinks back out and slits the man’s throat, messy and unnecessary, with far too much quiet self-satisfaction to be anything but entirely unsettling.
  • By the time Geoff, Michael and Gavin roll back into town its to find the FAHC engaged in an all out war against a neighbouring gang. To the home-team’s defence, the gang had already been on the Fake’s shit list, and after catching wind that they’d been torturing civilians and peddling to kids what else could they do really? The fact that the Fake’s discovered all the awful ins and outs only after invading the other crew’s territory was circumstantial at best. 

you are trying to get into the highly exclusive, highly magical, highly cursed, and hottest club in the generic d&d rpg fantasy land you are traversing. unfortunately, you find two entrances guarded by two very rude, very powerful catboys.  one of the entrances leads to the true club, and the other to certain doom and despair and death.  you have to ask them which is the true entrance, but one of them always tells the truth and one of them always lies.  

you would much rather party than die, so what question do you ask?

anonymous asked:

how about the boys seeing how the fandom portrays certain characters?? (Like fanon ushijima vs canon ushijima and stuff like that) hope this is clear!!

Sen: I hope @hassans-love sees this lmao. The boys looking at themselves in fanon portrayals or something, right? I admit that not all of our headcanons will be completely 100% the way that Furudate would’ve had them, obviously, but this is and always will be a headcanon blog.


He’s hurt. Really hurt. He knows that he’d never intentionally harm anyone and he’s constantly being made fun of for being socially inept which he knows himself. It’s not as if he’s obsessed with Oikawa because he only vaguely remembers saying it when they were in middle school and that he respected him. This isn’t how he wanted to be.


He swears that he’s more than just some angsty pretty face. Even at school, nobody dares to make jokes about how he’s become second to Shirabu so to think that this is what people take him for isn’t just sad but downright frustrating. Never mind saying that he can’t dress himself (which is all Tendou’s opinion), it’s just annoying to think that nobody treats him seriously.


Sometimes, he wishes that he could be seen as someone who isn’t just Wakatoshi’s friend or that rare token coloured person. He’s pretty lowkey so of course nobody really notices him, but he’s lacking in appreciation and he knows it really shouldn’t bother  him but it just does. Though, he’s actually more annoyed at the fact that his best friends are mischaracterised so horriblly.


It’s a pretty mixed reaction. While he’s appreciative of people looking into his backstory, he knows that he honestly shouldn’t be excused for his occasional rudeness and infantilized by people who are probably younger than him anyways. But at the end of the day, at least people are at least giving him some form of positive attention.


Another mixed reaction. He’s very grateful of the fact that people see him as strong, but underneath that, he’s slightly conscious of how people treat him like a child. He may be only a first year, but he’s someone who’s had to compete against others to be a starting player and to be just called people’s “little mushroom child” feels like all his hard work to grow up is being ignored.


He knows he isn’t a slave to anyone, whether it be to his studies or some obsession with Ushijima’s strength. There’s no way he’s just some short angry guy, he knows this himself; he’ll get briefly annoyed by it but it’s not something that would make him furious, as people tend to show him to be. He respects his teammates and is honestly offended when people say that he’d be outright rude to his upperclassmen, especially Semi after he took his place.


Nobody actually takes him seriously, at least from his own perception. They just think of him as that one serious blocker with a pretty face but never actually realise how much work he puts into it at all. He knows he’s quiet enough as it is, but for people to say that it’s all that there is to his character makes him very annoyed.


He’s pretty sure the only reason that everyone knows his name is because his birthday’s on valentine’s day. And half of the fanart that he’s seen of himself is just him losing his phone, and while it was funny at first, it just got annoying because he couldn’t see anymore humour in an overused joke. Though, he’s lucky that he’s not as popular as the others are, otherwise he might have gotten worse characterisation and he’s not one to complain about that.

ai ai ai, it always is super frustrating to me how washed out all the characters end up whenever I do desert sun lighting. but yaaaaay you finally get to see Chupacabra :y

Canyon Jive, a fun, lively, and colorful story about coyotes just fucking everything up. just constantly. pretty much everything that happens is because one of the three coyotes in the story royally screwed up.

Marco, a dead guy burned to ashes, has had more screen time in one episode of s2 than Jean has in the entire 5 eps + opening sequence and I don’t know how to feel about that

anonymous asked:

Has Batman ever had encounters with Harley and Ivy as Bruce Wayne? Would he ever try using that part of his identity to help them or any other of his rogues, for things like trying to start a new life away from villainy and such?

Someone was in Bruce Wayne’s office, and there was no graceful way to avoid them without making it obvious that he knew they were in there. There was a smell in the air like mulch and roses.

He had no frame of reference for what would constitute a normal amount of things to notice, and so chose to err on the side of oblivious moron.

If there’d been a smell like marzipan dipped in bleach, he might have chosen differently.

“Heya, Mister Wayne,” Harley Quinn greeted, sitting on his desk. She waved as much with her feet as her hands. He closed the door behind him.

Bruce considered his response. Hopefully his momentary indecision with regard to his facial expression could pass for surprise, or confusion, or fear. “Hello, Dr. Quinzel.”

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m not with Jay no more.”

“She’s with me,” Poison Ivy said.

“Hello, Dr. Isley.”

“I really prefer Ivy.”

“Dr. Ivy,” he corrected.

“Doncha love the way he says doctor?” Harley asked Ivy.

“Charming,” Ivy said. She did not sound charmed.

“I told her we oughta come talk to ya,” Harley explained, “on account of you’re a real nice guy an’ all.”

“Thank you?”

“I was just going to kill you,” Ivy added.

“Thank you. For not doing that.”

“Isn’t he just like a puppy?” Harley asked, pressing her hands to her cheeks.

“You can’t keep him.”

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