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elementtimes682  asked:

So Flowerfell is gone. What are your words on it (underfart-snas i think is the blog

I am, honestly, so sad about it.


This is all the fandom’s fault. People who don’t know how to respect the author’s wishes, people that steal her work and use tag she’s really uncomfortable with. People stealing characters, kinning as them, sending hate messages, reposting… it must be hell and even though I am really, really sad about it, I respect her decision.

I also follow her friend @kazefiend and I see all the shit she has to put up with as well, for defending Sanei. Honestly, I wish everybody just stopped it already.

You ruined Flowerfell, I hope you’re satisfied.

Everybody still stunned by the fact Yuri on Ice is revolutionary in every sense of the word, but to be fair they warned us by naming the series’ OP and ED History Maker and YOLO.

Originally posted by zaanarkand

remember how sherlock thinks he’s the “companion of dubious morals” john is abandoning mary for when in reality mary’s the one who goes around lying, murdering flight attendants and ruining everybody’s lives and sherlock just stumbles around trying to clean up the mess so john can live the happy life he deserves

C’mon, C’mon.

Prompt: You and Sebastian are in a movie together, and you can’t wait for that special scene.

A/N: This is short but I wanted to get something out for y’all!! thank you for reading and much love xx

Originally posted by fireeyess

“Kiss me,” you murmured softly, looking intensely into Sebastian’s eyes as he gazed back down at you, invitingly. 

He bit his lip, “But, we can’t. What about him?” 

“I don’t care about him anymore! I want you!” You yelled, exasperated and yearning for his lips on yours. 

“You’re so infuriating! Don’t you know he loves you!?” Sebastian screamed, the vein in his neck popping out. Whoa

“I only want you.” 

Sebastian grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him, leaning forward. 

Just as you were about to finally feel his plump lips on yours, it was all ruined. 

“Cut! Alright everybody, that’s a wrap for today. We’ll pick this back up tomorrow.” The director called, causing Sebastian to pull away from you and scratch his neck. 

Sebastian smiled sheepishly at you, “You were great today.” 

You nodded, “Thank you, so were you.” 

It was so frustrating. Filming a new movie was the absolute worst thing when your co-star looked like a sex god and you were supposed to be his love interest. To say you were excited to be in this film would be an understatement, but with every chance you got to kiss him, it was ruined by one thing or another. 

He was so nice, extremely intelligent, and everything that you ever looked for in a man. Unfortunately he just didn’t seem too interested in you. 

You walked away from set, following the familiar path to your trailer, and plopped down onto the chair. 

“You were supposed to film the scene from page 32, how’d it go?” Your assistant asked you, knowing fully well you were extremely interested in Sebastian. You wiped your forehead, sighing at the perky blonde girl in front of you, “The director called cut just before the kiss.” 

“That’s unfortunate. It’ll come tomorrow, everything will be fine.” She reassured you, patting your thigh lightly. 

You couldn’t help but feel desperate. Every time you saw Sebastian, you licked your lips. You had chapstick on you all the time. It seemed sad, and by the look of pity your assistant gave you, you were right about that. 

“Whatever, I’m just gonna go home and sleep. Need my rest for tomorrow.” You winked, changing out of your on-set clothes and changing back into the comfortable leggings and sweater that you came in. 

You wiped off the makeup and sighed at your freshly clean face, pulling your hair back into a bun and walked out of the door. 

As you looked up, you ran directly into the strong chest of someone. Slowly your eyes traveled up the man’s body and you were relaxed to see it was only Sebastian. 

“Oh, h-hey.” You stuttered, hugging your chest. “Hey, (Y/N), I was just going for a bite to eat, you wanna come?” He said, his smile inviting and friendly. 

You grinned, “Sure.” 

He led you to a small cafe that was just outside of the set, the both of you sitting down and telling your beverage choices to the waitress. 

“So, I’ve seen some of your movies,” he started, “and you’re pretty damn good actress. I think the director made a good choice in casting you.” 

Your face grew red, “T- thank you. I’ve hoped to become as good as an actress as, say, Audrey Hepburn or Elizabeth Taylor.” 

Sebastian smiled, “I think you’re already there. You did a pretty damn good job at looking like you wanted to tear my clothes off on set today.” 

A giggle bubbled from your throat, “Welp, that’s my job.” 

The waitress came by and took your orders, obviously interested in Sebastian. As she walked away you decided to change the subject. 

“I recently watched a few of your movies as well.” You said, not a bit more confident. 

“Really, what one?” He asked inquisitively. 

You bit your lip, “The Bronze. I think you really brought that character, what was his name,” you snapped your fingers, “Lance. You really brought Lance to life.” 

It was his turn to go red, his ears burning as he smiled sheepishly, “Yeah, that uh- that was quite a movie to… film.” 

“Oh it certainly must have been!” You laughed, throwing a peanut into your mouth and smirking at Sebastian who hid his face in his hands. 

The meal went on simply enough, the both of you talking about various roles you had and just getting to know each other in general. He talked fondly of his time on set in The Martian, talking of his love of space and his interest in astronauts. He mentioned it was something that he thought about a lot. 

You talked of your movie roles, laughing about the small role you had when you were just starting out and embarrassed about the sex scene you had to have. 

Sebastian followed you back to your rented apartment near the set, conversation not stopping as he skipped behind you with his hands in his pockets. He was animated and lively, something you had yet to see much of when acting. 

You invited him in, thanking him for paying for the meal and sitting on the couch with beers in your hands. 

“How do you feel about the scene tomorrow?” He asked suddenly, his eyes lit with mischievous thoughts. “Which one?” You asked once your lips popped off of the bottle. 

“You know,” he chuckled, “the one where you can finally plant one on me.” 

“If I’m not mistaken, you’re the one who kisses me.” You defend, shrugging your shoulders. 

“Fine, fine.” He murmured, his eyes brightening with his smile. 

Your hands ran over the condensation on your bottle, the two of you sitting in a comfortable silent. He studied your features while you looked away, his eyes moving to something else once he noticed you staring back. 

“Do you think we should… practice for tomorrow?” Sebastian asked. 

You almost spat out your beer. “Practice kissing?” 

He nodded, “Yeah. I think it would be good, really show our body chemistry on camera.” He explained, now sitting closer and your knees hitting each other. 

Without saying a word, he moved a hair out of your face and tucked it gently behind your ear. His hand rested on your cheek and he leaned forward. 

Every muscle in your body stiffened, the moment you had been waiting for forever finally happening. 

As his lips met yours, you sighed happily and relaxed into his touch. His lips tasted sweet, like cherries with a hint of the apple ale that he had been drinking just moments before. 

His tongue tasted even stronger of the ale, it cold against yours but every move he made only made you want to kiss him longer. 

After a moment he pulled away, his eyes meeting yours. You cleared your throat, “Yeah, that was good. You’re pretty good.” 

Sebastian threw his head back and laughed. A real, belly clenching laugh. He wiped tears away from his face, only to chuckle more once he saw your smile, “I’m sorry, doll. You just-” he laughed some more, “you’re so awkward. It’s lovely.” 

“Hey!” you threw a throwpillow at him, “don’t be a jackass.” 

Sebastian giggled quietly to himself, only to stop and look directly into your eyes. “I’m going to kiss you again, and this time it isn’t for practice.” 

Before you had time to process what he had said, his lips were on yours and your back was on the couch. Not for practice this time, do what you can! you thought to yourself, wrapping your arms around his neck and enjoying the sweet taste of cherries once again. 

His hands stayed on your hips, pushing you down onto the couch and his lips capturing yours once again. 

You pulled away, out of breath and watching Sebastian’s chest heave as he smiled. “Do you think we’re ready for tomorrow?” 

“I don’t know… maybe you should kiss me one more time to find out.” You murmured cheekily, leaning up to kiss him again.

It’s funny how everybody likes to think of themselves as a good person… I’m sure you couldn’t imagine yourself slamming a door shut in someone’s face and locking them out in the cold and yet that’s exactly what you’re doing to me. You’ve locked me out of your life and I’m dying out here in the cold so far away from you. I’m howling outside, looking in through the window but you don’t seem to see me… or else you don’t care.
For the most part you ignore me… you’ve got your new happy life with someone else now but every once in a while, if I’m lucky, you might open the door for a moment and throw me a scrap of recognition.
You let new people into your social circles, so clearly I am deemed less than that; the inside is for ‘people’ and I’m the shameful secret you don’t want ruining your nice new life. 
Everybody likes to think of themselves as a good person… nobody likes to think they’d treat someone as anything less than human and you are no exception to that… You even say you still love me in a way, yet you keep me on the outside looking in.
And to think… I used to be an important person in your life… and now you treat me as little more than some overly affectionate pet…
—  Ranata Suzuki | Left Outside Alone
Everybody* Loves Baldur

We are going to take a DETOUR from Arthurian mythos and Robin “Psychopath In The” Hood stories to explore the bizarre and extravagant lands of Old Norse mythos. Now, I know I say this about lots of different mythos, but, boy oh boy, Norse mythos, wild stuff, you’ll see. Today, we’ll talk about the supposed owner of a gate a lot of people who like classic Western RPGs are familiar with: Baldur.

Now, before even getting into Old Norse mythos, you need to understand something: No one is fully sure what Old Norse mythos is. A lot of scholars are not sure what the hell some characters are supposed to even be, but at least, unlike Irish mythos, we have mostly accurate ways to pronounce their names, so at least we can refer to them by name properly while we wonder what the fuck is going on instead of being stuck at “Dfk… Dufil… Dukfil… THAT DUDE went and asked Medb something”. But the thing is, Norse mythos is mostly preserved in its general gist, since a lot of the writings dealing with the itty gritty details are often damaged so there’s lotsa personal conjecture. 

BUT TODAY YOU MUSTN’T WORRY ABOUT ANY OF THAT BECAUSE BALDUR’S STORY IS ONE OF THEM WELL PRESERVED ONES, HAHA, PSYCHE, I BET I HAD YER KNICKERS IN A TWISTER. Aaalright, so, Baldur, Baldur’s the god of Light, or maybe Love, possibly Peace, no one is sure because he is never explicitly mentioned as being a “god of this thing”, but it’s mostly assumed he is the God of Light because of something I’ll mention later, and the thing with Baldur is that EVERYONE loves him. Baldur’s super hot and super nice, and he knows it, but he isn’t stuck up about it, he’s honestly the ideal person, Norse people back then would often beg for Baldur’s blessings on their newborn babies so they would be hot and cool like him. Practically everyone likes Baldur. Hell, it gets to such a point that, in another story not entirely relevant to today’s, the giantess Skadi, who is the first recorded person in history and lore to have a raging foot fetish, saw these GORGEOUS toes and immediately assumed “THOSE GOTTA BE BALDUR’S, ONLY BALDUR CAN HAVE FEET THIS GOD DAMN BEAUTIFUL, I AM GONNA SUCK THOSE TOES” and asked for marriage immediately, except, the feet weren’t Baldur’s, they were Njord’s (another god), and Skadi was like “aw fuck” and they got married because Njord happened to be a macrophile and liked his women big, but as with all marriages shotgunned into place by fetishes and a lack of contact, they ended up divorcing. BUT THAT is another story (and a good one, Skadi’s a fun lady). The point is, Baldur is so widely god damn loved that shit like this apparently happened a couple of times. You know you are a Pussy Destroyer when someone gets Schrodinger’s Married because it could possibly be you.

So Baldur was basically living the life, being nice, hot, and beloved, when one day, he starts having bad dreams. In these dreams, Baldur dies. Now, this is the part where you say “uh ok”, and this is the part where I explain “DREAMS WERE ALWAYS PROPHETIC IN NORSE MYTHOS” and now you say “oh”. So yeah, Baldur was going to die. Which made zero sense, because he is a god, and thus, biologically immortal (as in, [Shirou voice] only dies if he’s killed, won’t die of old age), so if he was going to die, it meant that someone was plotting to kill him. So Baldur goes to his daddy, Odin, and he’s crying and holding onto his blanket so Odin gets worried, as any father does, and asks “SON, DID YOU GET A BOO BOO, WHAT IS WRONG”, and Baldur explains he’s been dreaming he’s gonna die, and Frigg (his mother, Odin’s wife, the goddess also known as Frea, not to be confused with Freya) is also really sad because she’s also been dreaming that Baldur’s gonna kick the bucket, and in Norse mythos, when TWO whole people have the same dream, that’s basically something that WILL happen. Also, it makes no sense, because everybody loves Baldur, so who the fuck would want him dead? You know what else makes no sense? That Odin seems to forget his piece of shit son Loki exists. WAU.

So, shit, alright, fuck, we gotta deal with this, pronto, and Powermom is here to help. Frigg gets on her soccer mom van and drives at full speed across the Norse world and makes everything promise that they will not harm nor kill Baldur, ever. Notice I said everyTHING and not everyONE. That’s right, fellas, Frigging Frigg talked to absolutely everything in the world and made them promise to not kill Baldur, which was actually pretty easy, because everyone was like “yeah sure man we love Baldur, why would we harm him in the first place, we just want his autograph and his babies”, because if you are hot and nice, the world is yours. So now the whole world promised to not harm Baldur under any circumstance. The whole world, except the mistletoe, because the mistletoe was too young to make promises, so Frigg didn’t make it swear anything aND YOU NO DOUBT KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING. It’s like when I tell you “So SIegfried is invulnerable EXCEPT for a leaf shaped spot on his back” or “Achilles is impervious to all damage EXCEPT in his tendon”, old literature was kinda UNCOUTH AND HEAVY on the foreshadowing, as reading mythology will often tell you.

So Baldur is now literally impervious to all forms of damage, because the world promised not to harm him. So what do you do when you are undamageable? Why, you get shit thrown at you for kicks and giggles! The god damn gods, with Baldur also into it, straight developed this hobby of having B-Boy stand in the middle of the hall while everyone threw spears and arrows and axes and rockets and chairs at him just for a laugh and watch as they all missed or failed to injury him in the slightest because, hey, promises are promises. This is the part where I tell you that Humans Have Always Been Humans, even gods, because if we have the opportunity to do something incredibly stupid like lugging javelins at a dude just to see what happens if we know it won’t hurt him, you damn right know we will. So they gods are getting shitfaced and rowdy with this whole Put The Spear On Baldur game they made up, when Loki, using his Robbie Rotten powers to disguise into an old lady, approaches Fregg, who was having a laugh watching at literally everyone throw sharp shit at her invincible son.

“HEY FREGG, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS”

“Oh, you know, the world promised not to harm Baldur, see, so now we are just throwing shit at him, it’s ok”

“Everything promised not to harm him?”

“Well, yeah, everything except the mistletoe, because it’s too young to make promises, but it’ll be alright”

“YES INDEED VERY VERY ALRIGHT”

So Loki fucks off and goes to find a mistletoe, naturally. And this one isn’t for kissing, no sir, because Loki somehow sharpens the mistletoe and makes it into a mistlefoe, and fashions a god damn spear out of the mistlefoe because Fuck You He’s Loki And He Can Do That. Now, we all know a good trickster doesn’t get his own hands dirty, so he’s going around with his mistlefoe spear, looking for someone to Do The Deed, when he finds Hod (also known as Hodur), the blind twin brother of Baldur, crying in a corner. 

“Sup B, why you crying”

“Well, everyone is having fun throwing miscellaneous war paraphernalia at my bro and they won’t let me in ‘cause I’m blind as a bat and they are afraid I might hit someone else”

“How Unreasonable Of Them To Not Let The Blind Dude Throw Killthings! I have just the thing for you! I will lend you my spear, so go have a swing at B-Boy”

“SU-WEET”

So Hod, armed with the Mistlefoe Spear, takes a running start and throws that sucker with a smile on his face, rolls a natural 20, and deals the Criticalest of fucking Hits on Baldur, landing the spear SQUARE on his heart. Why were they even AFRAID of this dude missing, the guy was clearly a marksman. Except, this was the mistletoe, so it pierced Baldur’s gorgeous, well oiled pectorals easily, stabbed his heart, and killed him dead. Oops.

Odin was like “??????” and was SO PISSED that he went, had mega sex with the giantess Rindr, gave birth to Vali as soon as they were done, and Vali grew into adulthood after a single day and then killed Hod. Do you ever get SO ANGRY that you go have sex with a giantess just to spawn a kid that immediately becomes a warrior JUST to kill a dude that pissed you off? Odin, you could’ve just HIT HIM yourself, what the fuck.

Well, anyways, so everyone was pretty sad because Cool Guy Had Bad Day and died. Messengers everywhere we doling out the news, women wept, men cried, it was a bad day. It was such a bad day that Hel, ruler of, uh, Hell, was like “aw shucks that kinda sucks?”, and as much as she liked the guy, Hel had a job to do as the rule of the underworld, but she decided to make an exception this one time, but only if the world earned it. Hel grabbed her megaphone and yelled “ALRIGHT KIDS, so I know you are all very sad Baldur’s dead and you want him back, so I am going to make a ONE TIME EXCEPTION, I will let him out of the underworld and revive, only, and ONLY, if everyone in the world cries and weeps for him”.

And everyone was like pffff no biggie, we love that dude, let’s CRY, so they did. Hel’s doing the checklist, like some sort of twisted Santa Klaus, checking who’s crying, and the list is almost full, but then she burrows her brow and drops the list. “Well, I guess Baldur is not coming back to life, that one girl didn’t cry” and everyone was like “WHAT WHO”

So Hel points at the giantess Thokk, whose name literally means “thanks”, ironically enough, and says “she ain’t crying, deal’s off” and she closes the Underworld, presumably to fangirl out to Baldur who lived there now. So everyone’s naturally like “THOKK WHAT THE FUCK” but then Freddy from Scooby Doo is like “Wait, there’s something fishy about this” and removes her face and, What Do You Know, It Was Loki In Disguise. He went and ruined EVERYTHING for EVERYONE again. And I don’t simply mean “he made sure someone everyone loved died and stayed dead”, I mean “Loki got Baldur killed and kickstarted the Ragnarok” because Baldur’s death robbed the world of light, hence why he’s assumed to be the God of Light.

So uh

Good job buddy.

Also, Loki literally had nothing to gain from this. Ragnarok’s also a really bad deal for him. He just… Did it. Because.

So the real message of the Story of Baldur is that one very dedicated asshole can and will ruin things for everyone and everything if left to his own devices.

  • <p> <b>Matt:</b> you know you love those peas, dad<p/><b>Sam:</b> you have no right whatsoever to dictate to dads what they can and can not eat. If dads want to hate peas then they can. You have absolutely no right to tell them they can’t. Don’t like it? Don’t eat it. It’s as simple as that. No need to ruin everybody’s fun just because you have a problem with it<p/></p>
Freakin’ gay.

WHY

So, WHY.

Why do people make awesome people gay JUST FOR THE HECK OF IT. I mean, seriously PEOPLE?!?!  The Sherlock fandom is RUINING my Sherlock experience. The Bucky fandom is RUINING whatever I liked about Bucky. I wanted to see something awesome. I did. I watched a bunch of marvel. I watched a Sherlock episode. Then I called myself a fan, JUST TO REALIZE HALF THE OTHER FANS THAT EXIST LIKE TO MESS WITH EVERYBODY ELSE AND RUIN IT ALL. 

*screams* 



I have ONE consolation. The HTTYD fandom has yet to ruin my experience. I LOOOOOVE HTTYD and all that stuff, but thank Thor I haven’t seen any gay stuff there.

AND YOU BETTER NOT SHOW ME ANY EITHER OR I AM GOING TO FREAK OUT. 

CALLOUT POST TO: DEAN

this is a very serious callout post for DΞΔN aka DEAN aka DEANFLUENZA aka DEANTRBL aka DEANTHEOFFICIAL aka Kwon Hyuk so please read carefully and under your own risks!

- first of all…. this little BITCH ruined everybody’s otp (crush.t) and never apologized! look at poor zion.t ….. he’s a victim of de*n’s evil games …. 

- VICTIM N°2: JAMES DEAN

isn’t suspicious that they share names? and one of them is DEAD? i have 0 (zero) proofs for this but i belive dean killed and stole his name…. he pretends to be his fan so no one suspects that it was him but oh no i see through your lies “little bastard”

- VICTIM N°3: MY NECK

i’m tired of having to move my head to see his instagram posts…. why is he trying to break my neck? is he looking for another HOMICIDE

- the fuck is this even 

- AGAIN i have 0 proofs for this but isn’t suspicious that he’s friends with everybody? he’s probably your fave’s bff.
what is he trying to do? also how did he appeared from nowhere? i woke up one day and everybody knew him, even me!!! WHO IS HE
my hypothesis? russian spy, reptilian, or he had this planned for years, we are all part of dean’s evil plan to end everyboy’s career. also….

- IS DEAN THE ZODIAC KILLER? 

i’ll leave it to your own judgement…

- he’s everybody’s bff but still he’s a BAD FRIEND. how does he have the nerve to post this pic in which he looks ok but zico looks like dean just ate his soul? well maybe he actually did 

- his instagram captions…. i got tired just by doing this. no words needed 

- and lets not forget the #2k16BiggestLie 

so dean doesn’t need new friends but still broke a marriage just to take crush with him? all right i see how things are ….. 

- “face in the pillow, ass where the wind blows” (put my hands on you lyrics. disgusting)

- this predebut picture. he was a 2012 nutella boy 

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST:

- he’s a scorpio

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Mood.