she was about a thousand times better than she is on that audio


♥ it’s time to spread your podcast pallet ♥

We are almost done with January! We’re almost done with the first month of the new year and we are still listening, protesting, talking, and surviving. We still have so much more to accomplish and today’s podcasts may help rekindle that creative spark we all desperately need. 

So it’s time to tune into creepy stations, dig around that dusty old library, and keep things campy for flavor. Hopefully this combination of new finds will get us all through February until the welcoming embrace of spring.

Looking for something fresh to please that sudden thirst for audio storytelling? Look no further as PodCake has six more podcasts you’ll certainly love.

1. Point Mystic 

Each year thousands of unexplained events occur. We know these accounts to be true. Behind that truth lies the real stories — life-changing and sometimes frightening. My name is Christopher Reynaga. From the shores of Point Mystic, come with me in search of the stories behind the magic, the mystery, and the unexplained.

Magic and mystery collide in Point Mystic, the cult radio show that should be a pleasant pick for the coming chills of the year. Be it a “Dragonscale” epidemic or little white rabbits, these stories are bound to entrance you one way or another.

Point Mystic has only a few episodes under it’s belt at the moment, though I’m sure they would love to welcome you down it’s rabbit hole. So get curious and get on point with this pick.

2. Wooden Overcoats

On the overlooked Channel Island of Piffling, obstinate undertaker Rudyard Funn runs his family’s failing funeral parlor. But when new and sexy undertaker Eric Chapman sets up shop across the square and becomes an immediate sensation, Rudyard realizes he’ll have to take drastic steps to stay in business.

Hello there you Piffling Islander! Got a taste for British black comedy? Well, Wooden Overcoats may or may not be a familiar title among you podcast fanatics. This is most definitely a must-listen for those looking for excellent comedic timing, charm, and a talented cast voicing a colorful cast of characters. 

Follow the misadventures of Rudyard and friends and family and rivals as he goes through any means to keep himself afloat and his coffins full. Who says death always has to be a downer? 

3.  Synesthesia Theatre 

Stories you watch with your ears. A professionally-produced full-cast audio drama podcast presenting 8-12 part serials across a variety of genre and story types, featuring some of Chicago’s premier vocal talent.

In this audio movie theater experience produced by the talented voices of Chicago theater comes Synesthesia Theatre. In this serial anthology podcast we are granted a variety of amazing tales straight from the source of Burning Brigid Media.  

Synesthesia effortlessly bounces from theme to genre as it pulls of steampunk western one day and cyberpunk western the next, pulling off each idea with great new characters and fresh lore. Variety is the spice of life and the heart of this great audio drama.

4. The Adventures of MechaBetty 

Just a small town girl turned giant cyborg to fight off an alien invasion.

For audio drama fans who think their podcasts could use more robot girls, TitanKore has you covered. In this campy old-style radio drama that meshes the future with 50′s style camp, MechaBetty is delightfully action packed and bursting with creativity. 

Stylized to a T to make something both humorous and oddly heartwarming, MechaBetty is something a little different to warm up the last few days of winter. MechaBetty is wonderfully weird and plenty aware of it so it’s a better time than ever to join the fun.

5. Dark Tome

What if there was a book that literally opened up doorways to other worlds? Where would it lead, and could you handle what you found on the other side? Cassie, a wayward teen, is about to find out. One day, after she wraps up community service at a local hospital, she stumbles out of the basement of a spooky bookshop and into a story set on a devil’s staircase in a remote Italian village. 

Multidimensional books, anyone? I’m glad I already have your attention. If you’re looking for solid and sometimes strange storytelling, Dark Tome has story after story to keep you coming back down its staircase. 

Dark Tome comes complete with excellent voice acting, great characters, and a number of equally cool and creepy tales told by the likes of Joe Hill and Catherine Valente. These contemporary tales from around the world are sure to keep you entertained. 

6. The Magnus Archives 

Make your statement, face your fear. A weekly horror fiction podcast examining what lurks in the archives of the Magnus Institute, an organisation dedicated to researching the esoteric and the weird. Join Jonathan Sims as he explores the archive, but be be warned, as he looks into its depths something starts to look back… 

Creepy will always be cool when it comes to audio drama. There’s never enough creepy tales to keep your skin crawling and The Magnus Institute has plenty to spare. Eerie and atmospheric with a touch of mystery, join Jonathan Sims as we follow him through each and every cryptic case number.

Highly atmospheric with stellar storytelling, The Rusty Quill prepared a compelling and creative show made through good old elbow grease…and really good editing. 

now, get to listening.

Experiment One; Preface

Pairings: Dean Ambrose X OFC, Roman Reigns X OFC, Seth Rollins X OFC, Finn Bálor X OFC, and Baron Corbin X OFC
Rating: Explicit
Length: 1.8K
Warnings: Kidnapping, drugs, Big Brother type surveillance, swearing, talk of sex and forced pregnancy.

“Are the subjects contained, doctor?” Stephanie asked airily as she changed the channels on her security monitor. She looked at the different rooms as she clicked through them.

“They are properly dosed and isolated for the time being. When the injections become effective, we will proceed as planned.” The giant doctor, a former dentist as Stephanie understood, informed her the plan was well in motion. “These monsters will produce spawn as soon as you let them at each other. Are you sure that’s what you want ma'am?”

Stephanie looked at the brute through the semi darkness of the office. A desk lamp and the monitor the only sources of light, making the man before her look even more ghastly. Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her, but the doctor’s skin looked red.

“Go back to your office, Yankem. I’ll call you if one of our creatures needs medical attention.”

He didn’t say another word before he left. Stephanie’s eyes turned back to the cluster of live-feeds from the isolation rooms, newly modified to adjoin when the right sequence of commands were entered.

She watched as the subjects went about their usual routines. Rollins trying to seem casual, but looking for any way out of his room. Bálor pacing and spinning his toothbrush in his fingers. Reigns ripping pages out of book after book, looking absolutely ferocious. Corbin laying in bed and looking at the ceiling. And Ambrose doing push ups. Physical activity like that would mean he’d be the first to be affected by the drugs.

She switched to looking at the girls. She didn’t know them as well. For whatever reason, women with ‘abilities’ were better adept at hiding them, and therefore took longer to capture.

'Sneaky bitches,’ Stephanie thought as she looked at them. Two of them, Jess and Amy, had seemed interested in The Project, and she had easily lured them to the facility. Two, Regina and Marie, were tough cases. She had them arrested and took them from the jail in restraints. The last was a fight, and she gave a fake name. Queen Anne.

Just the memory of the girl’s wide brown eyes narrowing in menace as she gave the name made Stephanie angry. That was why Queen Anne’s king would be Roman Reigns. Under the haze of the drugs that super strong bastard might kill the little gardening imp. A green thumbed bitch. She wasn’t even that powerful. Where did she get off acting like a god?

As she watched the young woman on the screen, she saw Ambrose stand out of the corner of her eye. He sniffed the air, and looked right into the camera. Stephanie’s pulse quickened. She switched to his feed immediately. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. He was feeling the effect of his dose. But she didn’t want to join his room with his partner’s until he was ravenous.

Little Jess, with her enchanting voice, would suit the beast man. Ambrose was a level A changeling, he could change into any animal, but his preferred form was a dog. A huge snarling beast of a dog. Stephanie had sickly pondered whether he would turn when in his disoriented state, so Stephanie chose the voice weaver.

Voice weavers could enchant people’s emotions. If you didn’t know you were in the presence of one, you could be easily manipulated. Ambrose wouldn’t know what she was, and therefore there coupling would be suitable. Their children would make excellent double agents. Pets that could manipulate sentiment in a household or office seemed a dream.

The next to stir was Amy. Her looks surpassed all the other girls, and perhaps it was because she was a close contact danger. You had to get close to be shocked by the electric woman. Only skin to skin contact would do for her power to work with deadly consequences. Bálor, the invisible man, would be her match tonight.

Stephanie had worried at first, that Amy would be completely deterrent to any of the men. Then one day, during a punishment, Finn had a strange reaction. An inappropriate reaction to being whipped. So, seeing as Bálor was a bit of a pain slut, the two of them would figure it out.

An invisible electrocuter would make a fine assassin, and any child they had would be fucking gorgeous. She watched as Bálor paced around his room. He seemed to know something was happening. Stephanie could see his mind whirr like the toothbrush in his hand.

She switched the camera to the second hardest case, Rollins. The hyper intelligent man would have at least some awareness of what was happening. He already had to know his injection was different today. Usually, it was just used to suppress their powers, but Rollins would notice the slight different right away. He stared at the camera in the corner for a minute, the sweat gathering on his brow gave away his nerves.

Maybe Stephanie was wrong about Ambrose being the first affected. Seth looked about ready to break.

She looked at the command controls as she thought of Regina. The tall blonde with long legs, and a nasty habit of telling the future. Stephanie coupled them together because of their powers specifically. A hyper intelligent with future vision would be a blessing for the cause as long as the child was conditioned correctly.

Marie was moving now, putting her hand on the wall and no doubt seeing the shadow of Corbin moving behind it. With her full powers she could have seen straight through to Stephanie’s office. And that power would mix interestingly with Corbin’s. The man was nearly a giant, but his power was small. Well, seemingly small. To a certain point, he could manipulate odds. Flip a coin and he could make it land his way every time. Go to choose this door or that one, and he could push for an option. Pick a card, or… did he pick it for you?

It was dangerous to have him in the compound, but the injections kept his power at bay the same as it did to everyone. They were prisoners here, but tonight they were more than that. They were The Authority’s breeding experiment number one. And it was about to start.
There was a tension in the air. Ambrose could smell it. He wanted to transform into something with better defenses than a human. He knew he couldn’t 'go dog’ all the way, but maybe the snout and the claws would be enough. Just as he was considering that, a wave of heat came over his whole body. It nearly knocked him down.

He looked up at the camera. He knew she was watching. That bitch was always watching them. Maybe though, because this was clearly a different kind of night, she had the audio on for once.

“Hey, Steph, what the fuck did you do to me?” No answer came.
Roman continued to destroy the books as he felt the tension within himself growing. He knew what it felt like when primal feelings took hold. It happened when his super strength demanded to be used, but only one part of his body was growing. This was some bullshit. Make him horny as a fucking stag in a room by himself. What would these people do next?
'Who will they send in?’ Rollins thought as he sat against the wall. 'It won’t be Stephanie. No. It will be someone I don’t know. Someone I’m supposed to form a bond with. Breed with. Goddamit.’ His mind was going a mile a minute as usual, but it was stuck on the same thought going in a loop. When will it happen?

Not 'if it will happen’, this was done by design. He knew whatever was going to happen was going to happen tonight and hopefully soon.
Bálor was consumed by fire. His whole body burned with lust. Whatever they gave him had been settling in a while. He only knew a few minutes ago what it was doing. He had started to jerk off, but realized that wouldn’t be enough. God, he could jerk off a thousand times and it wouldn’t be enough, he needed a woman.

That’s what this was. They were either driving him crazy on purpose, or he was going to feel a loving touch for the first time in months.
Corbin didn’t know how, but he could feel her on the other side of the wall. He could feel a female presence right there. She could feel him too, he just knew it. Her heat seemed to be reaching through the wall, trying to get at him as badly as he wanted to get at her. And it was going to happen.

He would make it happen. He needed it to happen, or he was going to explode.
Jess held her chest. Her heart was racing. What was this? What did they do to her?
Anne was angry, so fucking angry they did this. Was this a new punishment? Make her sit in her soaking mess to shame her into obedience? It wouldn’t work.
Regina tried to see into the future over and over. If she tried to make this desire go away on her own, she wouldn’t be satisfied. Every time she tried to see how to fix it herself, it never worked. She was limited to a few minutes into the future with her powers suppressed like this. Then she saw what was going to happen.

The wall to her left would open, and there was a man on the other side. In another room. And he was handsome. And he was in the same kind of pain she was. “Fuck.”
Amy tried to breathe evenly. This would go away. This wasn’t forever. Just breathe. She reached down to her core and felt the heat rolling off her center. Just brushing her hand over her crotch was enough to light up her whole body from tip to toe. Her entire being ached for touch, but just hers wouldn’t be enough.
Marie could see his silhouette. He was tall and broad, and he was pressed to the wall like her. She had seen him before, but now it was urgent to contact him. She needed him, and from the look of him; he needed her.

She could see his pants straining from her side of the wall. He had the same drug, whatever it was, running through his veins. Maybe this was some kind of punishment. Maybe a reward. Maybe a new kind of experiment. Whatever it was, Marie needed to fuck, and this guy was it.

She banged on the wall. “Hey!”
“Time to start.” Stephanie said as she entered the commands for Corbin’s door to open. “Experiment one begins.”

Lies - Gdragon

I don’t need you – lie, he did need you, you were the light of his dark worldI am better off without you –lie, he was better with you in his life, you made everything look beautiful

I can get someone much better than you- lie, he could get someone else but better than you? Never

Any girl would die to be with me – truth, but he didn’t care he only wanted you and you only

I am better off with a model or a celebrity someone who understands my life style- another big fat lie, life was so much easy and less dramatic with you.

You will never find someone better than me anyways – another lie, even if he didn’t want to admit he knew there were thousands of men who would be better for you.

You are just baggage you are holding me back from the person that I want to become I can never be successful if you are with me, do you imagine what people would say? A celebrity dating a plain student? That is ridiculous.

Those were the last words he said to her, those were the last words he said to the love of his life, why did he say them? He was afraid, does he regret them? With all his broken heart.

It was late at night, jiyong was left alone in his studio, the others were out, seungri was at a friend’s party youngbae was out with hyorin and top must be at his house drinking some wine and looking at art pieces through internet and daesung must be sleeping in his apartment, while jiyong sat at his chair with a beer on his hand staring at his computer screen.

It was a mistake, he was just editing some audios when he stumbled across an old folder, a folder that kept photos of his pre debut era, he just smirked and started to see all the pictures smiling at the memories, that was it until he found a photo, his heart fell to his feet as he stared at the beautiful girl he was hugging.

It was taken a few months before bigbang’s debut jiyong had his long brown hair and from his smile it looked like it was before he was forced to get braces, he looked so young and full of life, he had his arm wrapped around the girl’s waist, the girl was blushing while hiding her face in his neck.

She looked so young too, her fair skin was free of any pimples and dark circles, her smile was big and bright and it reminded jiyong that it was one of the things he loved about her, she was always smiling, full of energy and positive vibes always joking around and laughing.

That was until bigbang debuted, when that happened everything went south, she stopped smiling, she stopped laughing, and whose fault was that? His fault it was all jiyong’s fault.

He started to pay less attention to her, he started to avoid her and going out more, he started to treat her like she was nothing, like she meant nothing to him.

When in reality he would have given his life to see her smile, he would have crossed oceans to hear her laugh and he would have killed anyone who dared to hurt you in any way.

In the end he was the one who hurt you.

It had been ten years but he still wasn’t over you, he never was, all the love songs were dedicated to you and you only, you were his inspiration his muse you were his everything.

He sighted and put his computer in his back pack; he closed his studio and walked through the empty and dark halls of yg.

Even if he wasn’t over you, he knew you were over him, he had heard from friends of friends that you got married and had a child, you had a family and you were happy after all this time you were finally happy with your life, and he was happy for you, he was hapoy that you got to move on and build a life for yourself, he was happy that at least one of you managed to move on.

 i’m so sorry but i love you it was all lies…

(i have wanted to write an imagine inspired by lies but i never seem to find inspiration so i wrote this instead…hope you like it anyways if not then its ok i understand lol)

anonymous asked:

How does very expensive Amerigan guided missile destroyer with best sensors in all of world fail to notice Filipino cargo shit of forty thousand tons displacement approaching with intent to ram?

Dunno, how does a very expensive intelligence ship jam-packed with sensors and radars fail to notice a big-ass Turk hauling a load of kebab? Probably because they had their radars off - as you do when you don’t want every adversary nation knowing exactly where you are. And in crowded shipping channels, it’s not a matter of spotting the ship, but reacting fast enough when you realize the dumbfuck’s steering towards you. This still happens with civilian cargo ships, despite all the new technology being brought to bear on it, which is why a great many ports require ships to take a harbor pilot on-board - a freighter chauffeur who knows the port like the back of his hand. Harbor pilots have been plying their trade since before written history began, and they’re unlikely to go anywhere soon, despite modern computing and radars. That ought to tell you something. These happens more often than you might think.

Collisions are more common for military vessels simply because they attempt more complex maneuvering than most merchantmen do. I’ve read about more Cold War collisions than I can remember, including very bad ones like the Melbourne-Evans collision. That one was the result of miscommunication during complex maneuvers. It wasn’t the first time the HMAS Melbourne would run over a destroyer, either. 

Sometimes warships are hit by merchant ships simply because they’re running EMCON on a dark night, and by the time either ship’s lookouts spot the other one, it’s too late to turn aside - especially common when transiting a channel or passage between an island chain, as happened to USS Midway when she was hit by a Panama-flagged merchant.  The bridge watch had enough time to sound general quarters and collision horns, but a carrier just doesn’t turn that fast - and in truth, a cruiser (or cruiser-sized “destroyer”) moving slowly isn’t much better. Maneuverability is tied closely to speed, for ships, and if you’re at cruising speed or below, the ship might not respond to the helm fast enough - it all depends on how far away the merchant is when the bridge watch spots him (or it’s realized that they’re on constant-bearing-decreasing-range; i.e. collision course,) how fast you’re going, and how fast they’re going. 

And sometimes it’s plain old-fashioned incompetence - like the last Arleigh-Burke that was hit by a freighter, the USS Porter. As you can see, she got fucked up pretty bad herself. The audio recording from the bridge is highly instructive - the Porter’s captain constantly second-guessed his own helmsman and his officer of the deck (who is the one supposed to be giving commands to the helmsman,) and “backseat-drove” his ship right into the path of a merchant ship by trying to “cut off” a bigger, slower merchant vessel - and when they cleared it, they saw a supertanker a short ways off that had been hidden by the other vessel. (This is just one of many ways you can get into trouble fast in a crowded shipping channel.) Still, nothing would of come of it had the captain not tried to race this ship too, and it worked about as well as that One Asshole who thinks he can race the train over the track crossing. 

In the Fitzgerald’s case, specifically, the navy said she was “fifty-four miles south of Yokosuka,” which puts her right in the very crowded shipping channels approaching Tokyo bay - everyone has to steer around Izu Oshima and the small chain of volcanic islands its volcano’s lava vent has strung out south of Japan (the Izu islands.) With such obstructions channeling traffic between them - and the sheer volume of traffic Tokyo Harbor sees - its the perfect place for an accident to happen. Especially at night, as happened to the Fitz. 

We’ll have to wait for the actual investigation to find out what the hell happened yesterday. 

EDIT: Someone thought to check a marintime ship tracking website and shared with me the recording of the freighter’s course the night of the incident. Some… awful odd maneuvering going on there. I’m already getting a feeling that this wasn’t the Fitzgerald’s fault. 

anonymous asked:

Youre writing is fantastic. How about preg s/o is in danger while their love is away on a mission? For Hanzo, Junkrat and 76?


The first time he feels his daughter kick he cries. Pretends not to, of course, but you know what the stiff shoulders mean, how he turns away from you and lets his hair fall into his face to hide his red-rimmed eyes. They’re tears of happiness, for the most part, when he thinks about having a family after all, when he thought he gave all that up leaving the clan.

Sometimes fear mixes with the joy, when he’s reminded of how dangerous your work is, how many enemies he’s made, how many you have. It chokes him, leaves him gasping in the middle of the night not from a nightmare but his own demons promising that this will not last.

“I will return as fast as I can.” he promises on the day of his departure, holding you tightly.
“Relax, I’ll be fine.” you say, but he can’t accept the reassurance, nor your hand cupping his cheek. He withdraws, looks at you as if it’s the last time he’ll ever see you and boards the aircraft.

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The Winter Soldier (part 2/4)

A/N: Hi guys!!! Wow look at how fast I updated this hahaha. I actually wasn’t supposed to update this until Saturday or Sunday but because I’m sick and have nothing to do, I decided to write the next part!! I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes, my mind isn’t really working that well now but I really wanted to post this so yeah. Anyways, enjoy!!😊

Word Count: 3,872

Part one//Part two//Part three//Part four//Epilogue

“Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both school yard and battlefield.” The Smithsonian audio played as you walked to stand beside Steve. You always knew where he would go, sometimes when he kinda misses the past, he’ll come here.

“You must’ve missed being back at the time where all your friends are, huh?” You asked, staring at the video of Bucky.

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Rishi Rescue  - Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic [Archive of Our Own]
By Organization for Transformative Works

Haunted by horrors of Ziost, Theron Shan erased himself from the known galaxy. Lana Beniko has been searching for him in the wake of the Zakuulan invasion, hoping to bring him home and help her save the galaxy one more time. But when she finds him, bringing him back might be more of a challenge than she thought.

A oneshot, taking place shortly before Chapter 9 of KOTFE, no content warnings apply. Also, this fic and Theron’s scraggly pirate ass was inspired by @hoiist​‘s AU screen shot redraws! you can see them here and here

Read above at AO3 or after the cut below!

     Rishi was the same as she’d left it, despite the toll the Zakuulan invasion had on the rest of the galaxy. The brief war hadn’t touched the bustling pirate town of Raider’s Cove, a scum hotspot still teeming with pirates, smugglers, and generally shady characters. Being here was like stepping back in time six years, back to what she hadn’t then known would be the better part of her life, chasing down the Revanite cult. Lana Beniko had never expected to come back here, ever. Memories sloshed up against the creaking wooden docks in waves that whispered her past to her, that sang to her about how she’d ended up in this mess, of how she was still in the thick of the mess. She did her best to shake it off though, after all, she hadn’t come to Rishi to wallow in nostalgia…or anything else this planet had to offer. She came to find her partner, Theron Shan.

    The coordinates she’d obtained led her to a dingy lean-to built into the side a downed Revanite spacecraft. Of course he’d be here, she hummed to herself, dismounting from her speeder, eyes scanning the area for sensors or traps even, since staying hidden like this wouldn’t come without heightened paranoia. Confident she wouldn’t spring anything, Lana made her way around the hull of the ship to what served as a door to the inside. She jammed her own slicer’s spike, which was, quite ironically, a gift from Theron, into the lock, bracing for security measures. But instead, the lock clicked open and she was met with silence for a good moment, so she slid inside. Something in her stomach curdled at this spy work,would he be proud of her craftiness? What if she’d tripped a silent alarm? Her mind raced with questions like those as she stepped lightly down a dim hall towards the sickly blue glow of a room lit only by computers. Another question popped into her mind upon reaching the threshold of the main room, what if he didn’t want to be found? Through some measure of luck or misfortune, that question didn’t have to be answered. He wasn’t even there.

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political talk show AU part two!

(Part One)

(warning, this fic is quite openly anti-Trump and somewhat pro-Hillary as well.)

Shitty “Mr. Crappy” Knight does not need a “straight man.”

That’s part of his schtick, actually. Mr. Crappy’s Political Party radio show does a lot on heteronormativity and gender roles. “Trust me, friends,” he says, grinning through his mustache as though his listeners can actually see him, “you can get those on any old channel. If I’m gonna have a straight man, I want a gay one.”

But, at least since he started in radio, another part of his shtick has been poking fun at Humorless Liberals– “and let’s face it, you know you’re out there,” he says. So when somebody wants to call in and discuss how Shitty – or “Mr. Crappy,” his FCC-friendly nom de plume – should really stop telling jokes and start Seriously Discussing the Issues, Shitty runs them over like a zamboni machine. “This is not and will never be C-SPAN,” he tells his audience. “And I’ll tell you something else. You don’t look up out of your copy of the Congressional Record and smell the roses once in a while, you’re gonna miss life.”

So that’s Shitty’s stance on serious codgers. They’re fresh meat, and he’s a bear, brah.

Except this Jack from Providence is a different animal. Jack never complains about Shitty’s jabs. Hell, he laughs at them – if a soft “Haha” can be considered a laugh at all – and plows right ahead with this point. His singlemindedness is a thing of beauty.

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anonymous asked:

hey megan :) do you know where i can find some (real) marilyn quotes ?


“I am not interested in money. I just want to be wonderful.”

“No one ever told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. All little girls should be told they are pretty, even if they aren’t.”

“I’m going to be a great movie star some day.”

“I learned to walk as a baby and I haven’t had a lesson since.”

“There was my name up in lights. I said, ‘God, somebody’s made a mistake.’ But there it was, in lights. And I sat there and said, ‘Remember, you’re not a star.’ Yet there it was up in lights.”

“Gee, I never thought I had an effect on people until I was in Korea.”

“That’s the trouble, a sex symbol becomes a thing. But if I’m going to be a symbol of something, I’d rather have it sex than some other things we’ve got symbols of.”

“I am invariably late for appointments–sometimes as much as two hours. I’ve tried to change my ways but the things that make me late are too strong, and too pleasing.”

“Sex is part of nature. I go along with nature.”

“He [Arthur Miller] wouldn’t have married me if I had been nothing but a dumb blonde.”

“I don’t want to play sex roles any more. I’m tired of being known as the girl with the shape.”

“[Hollywood is] a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.”

“I don’t mind making jokes, but I don’t want to look like one.”

“Everybody is always tugging at you. They’d all like a sort of chunk out of you. I don’ think they realize it, but it’s like ‘grrr do this, grr do that…’ But you do want to stay intact–intact and on two feet.”

“It stirs up envy, fame does. People…feel fame gives them some kind of privilege to walk up to you and say anything to you–and it won’t hurt your feelings–like it’s happening to your clothing.”

“She [Sadie Thompson] was a girl who knew how to be gay even when she was sad. And that’s important–you know?”

“I want to grow old without facelifts. I want to have the courage to be loyal to the face I have made.”

“Fame is fickle and I know it. It has its compensations, but it also has its drawbacks and I’ve experienced them both.”

“With fame, you know, you can read about yourself, somebody else’s ideas about you, but what’s important is how you feel about yourself–for survival and living day to day with what comes up.”

“I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else.”

“Only the public can make a star. It’s the studios who try to make a system out of it.”

“It’s all make believe, isn’t it?”



So how can you be certain that a Marilyn Monroe quote is authentic? Find the source and make sure it’s really originating from her. Old footage of press 
conferences, interviews in vintage magazines, and books by trusted and reputable people. Be cautious- there are a lot of books authored by people who can't 
verify that they ever even met Marilyn, let alone quote her verbatim.

My Story: Many famous Marilyn quotes are found in this slim  autobiography. While there has been heated discourse on just how much Marilyn 
contributed to it and how much was ghostwriter Ben Hecht, Marilyn did sit for interviews for the book, and did approve the final writing before abandoning 
the project over printing issues. Also giving it some credibility is that the anecdotes presented in My Story are echoed in Marilyn’s own voice in her 1960 
interview with Georges Belmont.  These are some quotes found in My Story that we can safely attribute to Marilyn:

“I used to think as I looked out on the Hollywood night, ‘There must be thousands of girls sitting alone like me dreaming of being a movie star. But I’m not 
going to worry about them. I’m dreaming the hardest.”

“In Hollywood a girl’s virtue is much less important than her hairdo.”

“Hollywood’s a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul. I know, because I turned down the first offer often 
enough and held out for the fifty cents.”

“I knew how third rate I was. I could actually feel my lack of talent, as if it were cheap clothes I was wearing inside. But, my God, how I wanted to learn! To 
change, to improve! I didn’t want anything else. Not men, not money, not love, but the ability to act.”

“The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes- or just by staring into space.”

“The truth is, I’ve never fooled anyone. I’ve let men sometimes fool themselves.”

“I knew I belonged to the Public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but beause I had never belonged to anyone or anything else.”

Will Acting Spoil Marilyn Monroe?–This excellent little book by journalist Pete Martin is based on actual interviews with Marilyn and was printed in 1956. 
It spends  time examining “Monroeisms’, those off-the-cuff but incredibly witty classic Monroe comebacks, as well as several of her well known quotes:

(on being asked if she wore falsies) "Those who know me better….know better.”

(on sex) “It’s a part of nature. I go along with nature.”

(on posing nude) “I did too have something on. I had the radio on.”

(on being asked what she sleeps in) “I sleep in Chanel Number Five.”

“I like to feel blonde all over.”

“I don’t care about money. I just want to be wonderful.”

“The Johnston Office spends a lot of time worrying about whether a girl has cleavage or not. It seems to me they ought to worry if she doesn’t have any.”

“I’ve been asked, 'Do you mind living in a man’s world?’ I always answer, 'Not as long as I can be a woman in it.”

“I learned to walk when I was ten months old and I’ve been walking this way ever since.”

Marilyn, Her Life In Her Own Words: This oft-overlooked interview conducted by George Barris just a few weeks before Marilyn died was supposed to have 
been a book collaboration between the photographer and the actress. Quotes included here are:

“Respect is one of life’s greatest treasures. I mean, what does it all add up to if you don’t have that? If there is only one thing in my life that I am proud of, it's 
that I’ve never been a kept woman.”

“It was my fans who made me a star.”

“I’m thirty-six years old. I’m just getting started!”

Richard Merymen Life Interview—This last interview with Marilyn appeared in the August 3, 1962 edition of Life Magazine and can be found in audio form 
as well. In this candid and direct interview, Marilyn said such things as:

“The least I can give them is the best they can get from me. What’s the good of drawing in the next breath if all you do is let it out and draw in another?”

“It’s nice to be included in people’s fantasies but you also like to be accepted for your own sake. I don’t look at myself as a commodity, but I’m sure a lot of 
people have.”

“You can read about yourself but what’s important is how you feel about yourself.”

“That’s the trouble, a sex symbol becomes a thing. I just hate to be a thing. But if I’m going to be a symbol of something I’d rather have it sex than some other 
things they’ve got symbols of!”

"What I really want to say: That what the world really needs is a real feeling of kinship. Everybody: stars, laborers, Negroes, Jews, Arabs. We are all 

“Who does she think she is, Marilyn Monroe?”

“Fame will go by and , so long, I’ve had you fame. If it goes by, I’ve always known it was fickle. So at least it’s something I experience, but it’s not where I live.”

““Please don’t make me a joke. End the interview with what I believe. I don’t mind making jokes, but I don’t want to look like one … I want to be an artist, an 
actress with integrity.”

This just scratches the surface  of the fabricated Marilyn quotes as well as the genuine ones. If you can’t find a source, Marilyn was clever, introspective, and 
relatable enough that there are plenty more quotes out there that you can be certain originated from her. Check and see if Marilyn actually said what you 
think she did before you make it your status update or yearbook quote. And for Heaven’s sake, double check it before you get a tattoo.


My Ship Square Playlist!

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I’ve composed my Ship Square playlist! It’s super long so it’s under the cut but these are the songs (and some significant lyrics) I listen to when I’m writing a scene featuring one of the ship squares!

I got gif-happy. I love gifs.

I’m always adding songs, so if you have a song, send it to me! :D

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Katniss jumped out of her seat with everyone else when her favorite team scored a touchdown, even though she didn’t feel much like celebrating. She was just going through the motions ever since her breakup with Peeta, her boyfriend of two years. It hurt, worse than Katniss could have ever imagined, but she guessed it was better this way than to get engaged, and eventually marry before all of the uncertainties came out.

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Boy In The Shadows*Michael Clifford

Phantom of the Opera AU*
Idika (It’s been so long!)
writings   if you’re on mobile, click for masterlist

A/N: So if you haven’t watched Phantom of the Opera (you should probably watch it, its like my all time favorite musical (along with others) on this earth so I EXTREMELY RECOMEND IT IF YOU LIKE MUSICALS) but if you haven’t watched it, its about this phantom dude who lives in an opera place in a cellar and falls in love with this girl and like she doesn’t like him because she’s in love with this other dude. I’m gonna spare you the details so you can watch it but I’m gonna twist this au a bit. Michael is the descent of the phantom and Christine. Enjoy :)

The Opera Populaire. One of the most famous opera places in France. You were aspiring your music career and it just so happened that you were currently on a field trip to France to visit.

“Y/N!! The rumors are fake. Don’t be  wuss.” Your best friend, Clara, said. You chewed your lip lightly.

“You don’t know that.” You whispered under your breath. She rolled her eyes and dragged you inside.

“Ohmy-” You cut yourself off. The place was extremely large and intricate: walls painted in detail, a large chandelier slightly dusty, marble floors.

“This is the stage.” Monsieur Raymon, your music director, announced. You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling extremely cold. It was as if someone was watching you.

“We will be staying in the rooms of the Populaire for nearly three weeks or more. Make yourselves at home. Do not play with the instruments. It must be decades since last used. Rehearsal will start tomorrow so practice. Your names are on one of the rooms on a sticky note. Have fun.” Monsieur said, tapping his walking stick loudly before strutting away.

“Its gorgeous here.” Clara awed. You nodded, feeling slightly sick.

“Hey Clar, can you meet at the pit of the stage in two hours? I don’t feel so great right now and I want to settle down.”

Clara smiled sympathetically.

“Oh alright. But don’t you dare miss the dinner. Pre show dinner is the best.” She said, giving your arm a tight squeeze before waltzing away. Chewing on your lip, you began to make your way to the room. Grasping the bronze nob, you opened the door. It let out a loud groan. Quickly you flickered the lights. The room was practically vintage, floral designs on the walls, nineteenth century cashmere colored tables, etc. You found your luggage beside the bed. Rubbing your eyes you sat down and took in deep and slow breath. What was happening to you? Your external senses seemed to be on high alert and you constantly felt shivers. Opening your eyes, you let a loud scream before a hand covered your mouth.

“Don’t you dare scream when I let go.” The voice warned. You nodded furiously. The boy suddenly came to view and your eyes widened.

“No no no no no-” You rushed, running to the door. The boy beat you to it, trapping you against the door. He had striking eyes and grayish hair, obviously dyed. He seemed around your age or maybe slightly older. You shut your eyes tight and count to ten.

“Your not real. This is not real. I’m hallucinating. I’m psycho. I should’ve gone to that doctors appointment.” You whisper, your chest heaving and brushing against the boy. Slowly you opened your eyes to see the boy again. A smirk played on his pale lips.

“I’m Michael.” He said, his voice deep and smooth. That was enough to set you off. You flung the door open and ran as far as you could.

“Y/N-” You slammed into Clara.

“Clar, ohmygod-” You grabed her elbow and pulled her into the nearly corridor.

“You wont believe me-” You panted, before sucking in air.

“Michael. Michael Clifford.” You finished. Her eyes bulged.

“Your joking.”

You shook your head vigorously.

“Michael as in Erik and Christine’s great great great great-”

“Oh for the love of god Clar. yes!!!” You exclaimed. She bit her lip.

“Is he hot?” She asked. You choked.


“I was wondering okay?!?! I mean the phantom- sorry. Erik was pretty legit back then too." 

You rolled your eyes. His electric eyes burned at the back of your mind, his smirk seemed to be permanent in your vision, every breath you took smelled like his dewy like self, his proximity when he trapped you by the door. It was as if you knew every detail about him. Like watching  movie a million times and reciting every line.

"Lets go. The pre show dinner is gonna start and im more than ready!” Clara chanted, pulling you into the dining room before stopping.

“Wait we need to change.” She said, looking at her pjs. Your eyes bulged.

“No no no we cant.” You rasped, thinking of meeting him again . Clara rolled her eyes. You quickly told her what happened.

“Oh my god!! That’s s cute!!” She gushed. You shook her head.

“Why are you so negative about this?” She mutterd

“Because he scares me!! Those rumors and-"  Suddenly you felt someone watching you.

"Oh puh lease!!! Its a load of bull. Now come on. Just- can you pat your hair down at least?”

You sighed and quickly flattened your hair and ran into the hall.

Clara sure was right. There were tables of food but you weren’t hungry. Far from it. The place was constant of chatter and it felt like the scenes in Harry Potter when they had their feast. You sat beside Clara and another classmate whose name was Erin.

“At least eat something Y/N..” Clara trailed. You shrugged and began to pile your plate, suddenly feeling a surge of hunger. The rest of the dinner went swell and you began to enjoy yourself.

“That was fun.” Clara sighed, bumping shoulders occasionally with you. You nodded in agreement.

“Well I ought to say goodnight. Have fun with phantom boy. Spare me the deets for tomorrow.” She winked. You rolled your eyes and suppressed a smile, failing miserably. You began to make your way to your room before stopping at the door where it said stage. This was where Christine once performed. Where the Phantom watched her in box 5. Biting your lip, you pushed the lever open and walked in. It was incredibly chilly. Shouldve listened to Clar and changed in to a damn sweater. You closed the door behind you gently and turned around. The sight shocked you. It was humongous and intricate. You made your way on stage and sat, your feet dangling. The audience’s seats were maroon and freshly fabricated.

“Come here often?” A resonating voice asked. You flinched slightly and tuned sideways to see Michael sitting next to you.

“Not really.” You whisper, looking back up and staring at the statues. You felt his breathing sync with yours. Your heat beat mustve sped a thousand times faster as you felt his warmth radiating against you.

“Do you know what roll your going audition for tomorrow?” He asked. You shook your head and kicked your feet.

“Don’t you think its odd that there is a musical about your great great ten times more great grandparents and nearly the whole world believes that its a myth. Your a myth?” You ask, casting  glance at him. His silvery hair twinkled in the spotlight and made his eyes more vibrant. He shook his head, now slightly looking down at you.

“Not really. They’ve modernized the play now. Its not all opera-y and more guitar-y and stuff. I like the old stuff better.” He said, not taking his eyes off you. (Okay so if you have watched POTO think of it more modernized and maybe more 5sos-y.) You don’t bother breaking your stare from him. He was beyond mesmerizing. He was a work of art. His pale skin contrasting with his plump pink lips. His grey eyes vibrant. Your heart twinged. No doubt were you slightly (more than less) seduced by him. Internally cringing at the thought, you look down.

“Why are you scared of me?” He hushed in a whisper, his voice slightly twinged with hurt. The tension between both of your hands grew and if he wasn’t going to grab it, you were sure you would explode.

“You’re-” You thought for a moment.

“You’re so unique. Usually I can tell exactly what a boy is like but then you come along and its just so confusing and those rumors-” You sigh.

“Ive never been very good with boys.” You say, casting a quick glance at him. A smile formed on his lip and you swore adrenaline rushed through you, your heartbeat sped a million miles per minute and your emotions exploded into so many feelings you couldn’t account for.

“Well that was an easy guess.” He said making you gasp and hit his arm.

“Only joking babe.” He grinned making your heart flutter.

“Do you ever p;ay the parts in the plays?” You ask. He nods.

“Usually the phantom. Its tradition that they let me play in the play.” He says. You nod.

“I was thinking i’d be more of a Meg Giry.”

“Well lets hear you sing.”

And so for the rest of the night, the both of you continued to goof off, sing old classics, do very little practice for the audition, and lots of him flirting and you blushing.


So the ending wasn’t the but feedback would be lovely. AND IM SORRY I HAVENT WRITTEN IN YEARS AND MADE DREY WRITE I HAD STUPID FINALS AND CRAP!!!

~Idika :)

I’m Deaf and I have a professor in university who won’t caption her videos, leaves her lights off during class so that I can’t see my interpreter, and in lieu of canceling class she sent out an audio file lecture. 

I told my “friend” about this professor, who turns out to be a TA for the same prof. This was her response to me telling her why I was fed up with her class. 

“She has gone the extra mile thousands of times for me and other students. And you can’t blame her for not knowing what to do. Yes. Demand success. But understand that she has no idea what to do. And if you tried to help her out, maybe she would be better at doing her job. Get upset, that’s fine. But in the end of the day, if you don’t do or saying anything it’ll be your transcript with an F on it not hers. You could have asked me for help, I’ve taken her class. You could have reached out to her. Said something. Did something. Rather than just being upset. Cause I know she’s trying, are you?”

“I’m not willing to make any effort to accommodate someone. I do not want my disabled students to succeed. I am thoughtless and considerate.” - your teacher

“I am selfish and not willing to listen to disabled people. I don’t value the effort it takes for disabled people to advocate for themselves. I also don’t think that disabled people should have the same basic rights as everyone else. I don’t think that people should be allowed to vent frustration.” -your friend

You don’t deserve an F. You deserve a better teacher.

-mod Eliza

(a small snippet of) heartbreak hero

In which Niall is a love guru of sorts on the radio, who doesn’t believe in love, not really, not anymore, and Harry is a fuckboy who’s lovely, surely, but is not the best boyfriend in the world, not by a long shot. His girl breaks up with him while on air with Niall, and Harry isn’t having that, so he forces Niall to help him win her back.

But it doesn’t work that way, unfortunately.

[This is in no way finished. Just posting what I have done as a motivational thing. To make me want to finish it. Hopefully.

Apologies for any discrepancies or inconsistencies with Grimmy or how the radio show works. I did what I could with the info I had.]

“Good morning, good morning!” Grimmy yells into the microphone, eyes twinkling with mirth and excitement. “Welcome to the third hour of the Breakfast Show, and as you lot have probably heard by now, we’ve decided to introduce a new segment today. Got a love problem? My mate Niall’s got you covered.“

"Well that was pretty lackluster, not the greatest introduction, Grimshaw,” Niall says into his own mic, grinning and fiddling around with his laptop, checking out the Tweets coming in from the listeners. “I’ll be fired before the end of the week, because you wouldn’t do your job properly.”

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