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Copic's Daily Struggles- Day 15

So I was very tired this morning and my ass walks into stat and not 5 minutes into class these two seniors get into a fight.

Senior 1: Excuse me what did you say??
Senior 2: You heard me!
Senior 1, leaping over desk and grabs the dudes shirt: don’t you EVER fucking disrespect the Incredibles!
Class: LANGUAGE!
Senior 1, pulling senior 2 close to face and whispering very seriously: don’t you ever fracking disrespect the Incredibles.

I love my school.

To All Writers...

You’re all LIT AS FUCK

I mean seriously you guys pour your heart and soul into this shit. You put in YOUR time and YOUR effort to make these beautiful creations and you don’t NEARLY get the credit you deserve. What must take you days or weeks people will devour in seconds and demand more IMMEDIATELY. Or people treat you like crap because it’s not how THEY wanted it. Honestly you guys are AMAZING. If you’re work takes you 3 hours to write: YOU’RE LIT AS FUCK. If it takes you 3 days: YOU’RE LIT AS FUCK. 3 weeks?: LIT AS FUCK. 300 words long?: LIT AS FUCK. 3,00 words?: LIT AS FUCK. Just started writing?: LIT AS FUCK. Been writing for years?: LIT AS FUCK. Don’t let others discourage you. Fuck ‘em. DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY. For the love of god you guys don’t nearly get as much love as you deserve. People on here forget that you’re doing this FOR FREE, forget YOU DON’T HAVE TO WRITE FOR US, and forget YOU’RE HUMAN BEINGS WITH LIVES THAT DON’T REVOLVE AROUND WHAT THEY WANT. FUCK THOSE HATERS. Just please remember that there are readers out there that understand this and respect you. that love what you do for us and appreciate every last thing you do

For the people I follow: YOU’RE ESPECIALLY LIT AS FUCK AND I WANT YOU TO SEE THIS:

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  • Gaston: "I don't know what that means."
  • Me: But aren't you French?????

If Sweet/Vicious gets cancelled I’m gonna blame tumblr like ffs it’s everything tumblr wants in a show??

you got a rape survivor and a bi girl as the two main characters who both became vigilantes to fight rapists on campus, a woc and moc as two more badass characters, awesome fights, great humor (it’s not a heavy show!!) and you got female show writers taking shit seriously and portraying it all accurately for once and showing how the system is messed up, and who also promised a female love interest for the main character in s2 if they get it?? like wyd?? go watch it

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Let him be everything because he is everything.

insp

Damn, I’ve had enough of this. What part of “love grew between them” is so hard to understand?  

I mean, headcanon and let headcanon. But sometimes headcanons can influence mainstream fanon to the point where people seem to forget what’s canon, and canon is not “Maglor was a creep who kidnapped Elrond and Elros for ransom/redemption, and they developed… complex feelings for him, some of which looked a bit like… Stockholm syndrome, in what was essentially an abusive relationship”. I think I’ve read one comment too many which off-handedly treats this as a fact.  

Canon says that Maglor was a murderer who went along with a dirty game although he didn’t want to. He also loved the twins, and the twins loved him. Even Third-Age Elrond speaks with compassion about people who take oaths without knowing what they’re in for:  

“(…) No oath or bond is laid on you to go further than you will. For you do not yet know the strength of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet upon the road.”
“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens,” said Gimli.
 "Maybe,“ said Elrond, “but let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.”  
“Yet sworn word may strengthen the quaking heart,“ said Gimli.
“Or break it,” said Elrond.  
(LotR, Fellowship, “The Ring Goes South”)

I wonder who he may be talking about.

So stick to your headcanons, variety is great. They can be fun and entertaining, and I don’t ask anyone to stop writing them, as long everybody remembers that they’re just headcanons. Just imagine it was one of your favourite characters someone was talking about. We’re all here to have fun together, aren’t we?

Don’t Leave Me.

Description: You knew how dangerous Spencer’s job was, somehow you had remained positive that he was too smart to get into a seriously bad situation; that was until you get a phone call from his boss and suddenly everything came crashing down.

A/N: Thanks to the anon who requested this! I love writing angst it’s probably my favourite genre to write, suffering is fun. Also, thank you for 300 followers!

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You know that last post got me thinking: what is up with the these alleged fans who don’t think Star Wars is funny? Don’t get me wrong: I absolutely am here for the Skywalker Family Drama (because hello I have a pulse) and the Kenobi Sads and the Lore but like…at the end of the day? Star Wars is ridiculous! It’s so delightfully humorous. How do people not see this?! Who are these guys and why don’t they want to actually have fun with any of this nonsense?

// how do you draw burns!? @dailymaeshughes :our AU//

AU where Maes survives Envy’s attack, but when promised day comes Roy gets so caught up he doesn’t realize until it’s too late who he burned. He ends up accidentally burning Maes horribly, and this only seems to make everything so much worse

im laying in bed, the light that comes from the cracks of my blinds are tinted blue and I can hear the rain pitter patter across my roof and sound into the air - i feel sleepy and that if I were to get out of bed, that would be a sin

but even now, i must sin and finally wake up and get ready for the day

/I hope that everyone else will be ready for their day and if not, they will have the strength and motivation to be able to get through it - I believe in you all. <3/

Guys I really hate all this "try apps and get paid" like we all know that things don't work, like ever. So why do you insist on other people to do it? If you can't get a job or do something better with your life than posting that sh*t. well, let me tell you that you need help. We are here just to chill and have a good laugh not to try apps and never get paid + having a virus on our phone, thanks a lot. Bye ✌️

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Instinct

written for @surfacage‘s newest greatest Pokemon Go comicsome dialogue was borrowed (with permission). 

I personally view Blanche as gender-fluid, but for comprehension’s sake, Blanche was given the pronoun “her”.
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Something was wrong. He didn’t know for certain what, but something in the bottom of his gut was telling him he was needed.

Like a lightning bolt, Spark darted through the woods that surrounded the clearing of his gym on the high mountain. He knew its terrain better than any trainer under him and he quickly zipped through the trees, pulling a Pokéball from his hip just as the trees began to thin. 

“Pidgeotto, go!“ 

The great Pokémon appeared above him, its wings spread wide as it soared through the air, taking a moment to stretch its feathers. Spark kept his gaze ahead of him, his sights set on the approaching cliff and the magnificent view of the valley below. With one great leap of faith, he threw himself over the edge and for one adrenaline-pumping moment, he flew. But before he could begin his quick descent back to the unforgiving earth below, Pidgeotto streaked towards him and ducked under his fall, catching him with practiced grace on its back. 

With a clear view of the valley before him, Spark suddenly understood what had made him feel so anxious. The large, blue and white Tower of Mystic’s gym was engulfed in smoke. 

"Blanche…" 

Without waiting for a command, Pidgeotto soared towards the once-glorious building at an impossible speed. Spark’s bright orange and yellow gloves protected his hands from the bite of cold air and his dark jacket billowed out around him as the large Pokémon circled the blue needle at the top of the tower. The once intricate and sparkling glass was now cracked and broken, and like silent birds of prey, they revolved around the needle until they found an opening they could dart into. Inside, Pidgeotto found a high perch to settle on to overlook the gym. 

A horrible feeling welled in Spark’s chest as his bright eyes took in the destruction below. Giant shards of glass from the supporting pillars and ceiling littered the gym and the once-flawless diamond floor now held spider web cracks that stretched across the entire length of the battle arena. The worse of the damage was in the center, where Blanche was lying unmoving with her Pokémon just as injured beside her. However, she was not alone.

Candela, the third major gym leader of the region, was beside her, but she was in no better shape. Her jacket was torn and the Flareon that never seemed to leave her side was sprawled on its side. This was no Pokémon Battle. This was an attack. 

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to see Team Rocket standing across from the pair with an army of Pokémon behind them. It was not the first time the infamous group had attempted to take one of them down in sake of destroying their gifted power; but this was on another level Spark had never seen before, and though the trio squabbled like siblings, there was anything one wouldn’t do to protect another. 

"Down,” Spark ordered.

Without hesitation, Pidgeotto sprang into action, its large wings flapping to life before they descended downwards towards the party. Team Rocket noticed his approach at the last second, but before they could ready an attack, Spark dropped to the floor as Pidgeotto used its large wings to send a biting gust of wind in their direction before it retreated once more to the high perch. 

“Spark!” Candela called. Her tone was equal parts surprised and relieved.

“Sorry I’m late.”

Now that he was closer, he could see the other gym leaders were better off than he first suspected but neither looked able to continue their fight. Blanche was sporting a rather nasty cut to her arm and Candela’s cheek was bruised. The injuries made his stomach twist in knots.

“Better late than never,” Candela smiled.

She gathered Blanche further into her arms as heavy-booted steps thumped behind him. He turned as a member of Team Rocket stepped forward, obviously presenting himself as the leader. Spark didn’t recognize him, but the smugness surrounding him was undeniable. “Well, look who decided to join us, boys. If it isn’t the baby of the Big Three.”

At the insult, Spark’s eyes narrowed dangerously. However, it was Candela that spoke first: “The Big Three.” Spark didn’t need to glance back at her to know there was a confident smirk etched into her face; he could hear it in her voice. “I think you forget that Spark earned his title, just as Blanche and I did.”

“There is more to a gym leader than power and ability,” Blanche added. “It is equal parts ambition, wisdom, and instinct.” Her voice was rough, but it still held the undertone of a confident, experienced trainer and leader.

Spark stood slowly as he adjusted the cuff of his gloves. The doubt was evident in the leader’s expression, but he merely faced him head on as the anger began to boil just under his skin. No one touched Blanche and Candela without answering to him.

“Team Leader? Don’t make me laugh.”

“I think you forget you’re standing in water,” Spark murmured. He could already feel the power of Zapdos spreading through him, like little pinpricks of lightning running through his veins, causing his body to vibrate with building power as his skin broke out into goosebumps. “And you know what electricity loves?”

Confusion rippled through Team Rocket, but he didn’t give them time to answer as the beat of wings reached his ears.

“Water.”

A monstrous clap of thunder reverberated through the air as a bright bolt of lightning blinded them. In a moment that seemed to last forever and yet only an instant, it was gone, leaving deafening silence in its wake as the three leaders found themselves alone once more. What remained of Team Rocket was nothing more than a giant hole in the glass doors of the Tower’s entryway.

Relaxing his stance, Spark scratched the back of his neck as he glanced back at the other leaders. “Sorry about the door, Blanche.”

“Spark…”

Sometimes I get sad because if I talk about the ladies of MGS, people unfamiliar with the series probably only know about the controversial Quiet/ sniper in a bikini. That’s just no good.
So I drew The Boss. The mentor of Snake.

She is my favourite woman of the series, and possibly my favourite character in general.
If you don’t mind lots of monologues, convoluted stories and a lot of camp, play/watch a lets play of Snake Eater. It is arguably the best installment in the series, as well as the chronological starting point in the story.

I appreciate that they don’t strip her of all emotions and sensitivity to make her tough, it’s the small things :’D

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Thank you Minako-sensei. 

I feel like Chris is so loved by his fans, coach, and mystery man. 

okay no but can we seriously talk about Traynor???? She’s just the absolutely cutest I mean

  • she is a NERD who recited the periodic table while drunk dancing
  • A GREAT & smart comm specialist
  • prefers to play space chess that gives you shocks when you lose. It can get sweaty.
  • (and also make her forget lunch dates but who cares, beat Polgara’s ass, baby!!!!)
  • has an amazing toothbrush and is willing to sacrifice it for the greater good don’t worry Traynor I’ll get you like. three of those to make up for it
  • showers in her underwear what’s up with that BioWare? Is she just waiting for Shepard to see and laugh and then just take them off for her like a proper dork? xD
  • *sees warm water* *starts taking off her clothes right now immediately*

No, you are not “too sensitive”
No, you are not a “pussy”
No, you are not a “baby”
You’re not a “cringey SJW”
You’re not taking things too seriously
No, you are not overreacting

People do not get to treat your poorly then justify it with even more disrespect.