I’m sorry for swearing but I’m so mad at this point. All these fucking anons need to go get a damn life. If your life revolves around making other people feel like shit, then you are a horrible excuse for a human. You have no idea what somebody could be going through when you send those hateful messages. Do you not realise that if somebody on here committed suicide because of you anons, you are guilty. You have committed a crime. You basically murdered somebody. You think that just because your on anon people won’t know who you are but the police can definitely find you IP address and then you’re a goner. You need to think twice about what you do because it will affect your future. If you like sending hate to other people, you must have something going on with your life. If you do then talk to somebody instead of hurting others! If you do this because it makes you feel like your the shit then guess what? You AREN’T! NEWS FLASH this makes you a pathetic person! You anons need to start being nice to all the beautiful blogs. They deserve nothing but love. If you don’t like their blog then fucking HIT THE UNFOLLOW BUTTON! You don’t have to send hate to them. Just have some dignity and leave! There is no such thing as “ugly”. This was just a stupid word created by stuck up people to make others feel bad about themselves. You should love who you are. Embrace every scar, stretch mark and imperfection that you have because those make you who you are. Don’t feel like you have to change who you are just to please somebody. Just be you. You are THE SHIT! You make this world different. You are special and nobody could ever replace you. Never forget that. The Twins are happy to have all of us. It doesn’t matter what race, color, gender, or sexuality you are. They are thankful for everyone of us. I’m tired of seeing @wonderfuldolans get hate. She did nothing wrong. I don’t want to see anybody else get hate. We don’t need your negativity right now. All you hateful anons need to leave.
I'm the anon who fucked up, let me start over: people who are getting uncomfortable over shipping Shiro with another paladin because Shiro is an "adult" and the others are "teenagers", are making /themselves/ uncomfortable because Shiro is also canonically a teenager ("five unsuspecting teenagers"). Seeing him otherwise is their own choice, therefore they have no right to use the whole "I'm a teen so this makes me uncomfortable" excuse to harass people over shaladin ships. Thank u
being bored is no good! heres a question! Do you ship phan? because i do. and I've done so for as long as I've been in the phandom, but it haven actually shipped it legitimately until recently with 'proof' or whatever, like the centipede tweet from phils room, but on dans rooms floor. or the fact that phils alleged room is literary negative space, or just that dan recently have been so much more open. but idk either way i do kinda hope they are a thing cuz they're adorable together! / rad anon x
I don’t really ship them that much, im cool with them being together but im also cool with them not. I dont have an issue with people shipping and finding ‘proof’ but i dont like when people take it too far. I think theres a time to stop or to draw the line and sometimes that doesn’t happen and i dont like that but each to their own i guess. Im cool either way i just dont like when its pushed on them or in their face i just think they should be let to live. I personally dont think they share a room tbh people make gramma errors and use the wrong words ect i feel like people should lay off just a bit and wait to see if they come out or now ya get me? X i still love u tho
Browsing your art has gotten me really interested in exploring witchcraft and magic for myself. Do you have any advice/resources for prospective witches? Also love everything you've done so far. You're a huge inspiration to me, and your wedding photos dress looks so amazing!
Thank you so much for your sweet words <3 I feel all warm and tingly inside now ^^
As for advice on exploring witchcraft, I’m probably not the best person to ask because I don’t practice it myself, but I do have a lot of witchy followers. And there have been some who have tried to help out another new witch here and here. I hope it helps! <3
im Sad now b/c I imagined Silmae hugging someone and then just kinda. hugging them tighter and tighter and burying her face in their shoulder b/c it's been so long since she's done this and it feels Nice.
she gives really long squeeze-y hugs cuz she doesn’t know when she’ll get the next one
1. a Bachelor type show where Hope is the Bachelor and Lightning is a contestant because Serah/Fang convinced her to do it and the rest is history!
RFA: I’m going to be a bit creative with this and try the Chinese If You Are the One format where there are 1 bachelor and 24 female contestants. The bachelor introduces himself in sections as the women deliberate over him and choose to keep their lights on (maintain interest) or turn them off (reject him). He gets to choose from the women who remain after the final round.
>Lightning: be bored.
“Why did you reject contestant number 3, Miss Farron?” The host asks, all smiles on his face and gesturing with his mic, no doubt hoping for another controversial comment from her.
“He won’t last two seconds against a proto behemoth,” she responds, rolling her eyes at the camera because she knows everyone is watching at home, “I’d sooner not have that kind of burden in my life.”
A few gasps in the crowd. The man looks just the right amount of wounded. She shifts her weight impatiently at her stand, glimpsing a sign in the crowd - does it say something along the lines of GO LIGHTNING FARRON, THE ICE QUEEN OF MY HEART? She won’t be surprised. Her crudeness has made her surprisingly popular, and Serah gushes constantly about the amount of fanmail she receives (and reads) on the behalf of her sister. Lightning doesn’t have the time for that kind of thing. Lightning would sooner not be here at all. Lightning’s only here because she lost a bet to Fang and she was getting a bit tired of Snow and Serah pestering her about her single status like five times every day.
I’m pretty sure the kind of man I’m interested in won’t be into these kinds of shows anyway, she thinks to herself, sullen, as the rejected man bows to the women and walks off the stage. I know I hate these kinds of things. It’s people like Serah and Vanille who worship them like religion.
“Let’s welcome our next contestant! Mr. Estheim, director of Academy Research, team alpha. 24. Born and raised in Palumpolum.”
Oh no, another boring one, she groans internally, balancing her weight awkwardly in her flowing rose dress. She hates wearing dresses for these shows, too. If only -
“Wait, is this the Hope Estheim?”
“Wasn’t he rumored to be in a relationship with the daughter of the Primarch?”
Lightning perks up ever so slightly. So he’s famous.
“Thank you for the introduction, Mr. Meng,” the man responds politely after the crowd has died down - his voice is strangely familiar somehow - and when he performs the customary preliminary scan of all the female contestants, Lightning notices that his gaze lingers on her for a second more than everyone else. Long enough for me to notice, but not anyone else. And he knows I only noticed because I’ve been trained in the Corps with minute reactions and quick assessments.
What has been his eye color? Green? Serah used to tease her about green-eyed boys when they were younger. Not that she hasn’t passed up plenty of them on this show.
“Let’s see the first segment,” the host announces, and Hope Estheim settles comfortably into his chair, seemingly completely unfazed by the stage. A few contestants have already declared for him.
The figure of the silver-haired man glides onto the screen, surrounded by a line of scientists and marching machines.
“I am a scientist. I have been fascinated by machinery and the inner workings of the world since a very young age, and I find it awarding to improve people’s lives through inventing new tools, structures, and ways of thinking. I was behind the overhaul of Eden’s transport system and also oversaw the construction of the new Academy headquarters.”
Respectable, Lightning muses, remembering the terrible traffic jams that used to plague Eden. But still boring.
“Lately I’ve been working on a prototype for a brand new Guardian Corps gunblade.” All eyes zoom to her, including the stage lights; she blinks, turns to Hope Estheim - and sees him sitting as calmly as ever in his seat, although there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Automatic target selection, the highest grades of precision and accuracy, as well as being foolproof - it will allow someone as inexperienced as me to match a veteran like Contestant Farron.”
“Well, Mr. Estheim,” the host takes his cue on a silver platter and turns to Estheim, “This is certainly a new development. Will we get to see you make a case for your claim, here on our show?”
She smashes her light. Estheim’s smug confidence is ticking her off. Who is he to challenge her? Plenty of men have thought themselves capable of taking her down a notch, put her into her place. This of all places is not where she’ll back down. “No one can beat me,” she hisses, “scientific cheats or no.”
“I do not speak of beat,” Estheim corrects, and suddenly his face is so soft that it catches her off guard, “I speak of match. But yes, sir, I would like to demonstrate the effectiveness of my invention. I have brought my prototype with me to the show today.”
The host smiles. “And we have brought you your gunblade, Miss Farron, just for this special occasion.”
She grits her teeth as she walks forward. Estheim doesn’t look like a marksman - he’s too lean, too polished, too pretty along the edges. She wonders if he’s ever seen real battle, felt anyone’s soul depart from under his hands. He’s always had it easy. One real obstacle and he will crumble. She raises her arm to aim, almost tempted to shoot the pillar next to him so as to get that stupid smile off of his face.
He isn’t smiling. His face is somber instead as he raises an opposing arm, a strength in his eyes that makes her blink in surprise. He knows, she realizes, and he’s practiced with this, too. “I lost my mother when I was fourteen,” he says evenly, to her and to her alone. “I’ve been looking for things worth protecting.”
She shoots to get the significance of his words out of her head. He shoots right after her.
The crowd is silent. She doesn’t look up. For the first time in her life, she’s afraid of having been defeated.
“Two 9.9s,” the host announces, and there’s something resembling victory in the elderly man’s eyes. Ah, yes, the ratings. “A perfect match.”
She can feel Estheim’s gaze on her. She’s failed her shot - she usually scores above a 10.5 - and she knows he’s capable of more than that, a 11 if he wanted. Perhaps a 11 even if he’s shooting with a normal gunblade. But he’s pulled back, chosen to match her instead. Why?
“I quit this show,” she blurts out, sheathing her blade and walking off the stage. In the shock that follows, no one chases after her.
“You were too harsh on Hope Estheim,” Serah admonishes, shoving a plate of fruit into her face. “It’s dead obvious that he’s head over heels over you.”
“Well, I don’t care,” she spits, crossing her arms together behind her back. It’s not completely true. She’d caught a glimpse of his face as she walked off and there had been a deep sadness there, a loneliness that hurt her where no previous male contestant had hurt her before. “He can sleep with his pile of guns and machines.”
The doorbell rings.
“You don’t have to - ah.” Serah’s annoyed voice suddenly stops as she answers the door. “Come in, please.”
She closes her eyes and hopes she can just take a quick nap.
“Miss Farron?” That voice speaks up behind her and she jumps, unsheathing the gunblade in under a second and pointing the tip of it at his nose. Hope Estheim is standing in front of her in the flesh, sweat on his brow and dark circles under his eyes, and he’s holding a huge package. “I, uh, wanted to apologize. I’m so sorry for what I did to you the other day. But I wanted you to have this.”
She stares at him as if he’s crazy. “What?” Serah has apparently already fled the scene. Damn those meddling younger sisters. “Why - ”
“A gunblade,” he says quietly, still catching his breath. “Fresh from the lab. But it’s not a prototype anymore. I’ve added a few more things, to take into consideration how your movements change when you’re anxious. But I just want you to have it. Because I don’t want you to get hurt anymore protecting children from monsters.”
She studies him. This time, he looks almost like a child, simply wanting to please. There’s an idealism in his eyes that she wants to punch out even as she wants to hold it in her raw palms. “That injury never happened.”
Frustration enters his face now exactly where she thought it would. “But - ”
“Thank you,” she says, and extends a hand out. He stares at her for a long time before taking it. “And my apologies to you, too. Let’s go find a shooting range.”
I’m not anti-La La Land at all. I have nothing against it, it’s a cute movie and all. I just feel like movies like Moonlight are more deserving of all of the awards that La La Land has been sweeping up this awards season.
The reason why I want Moonlight to win so bad is because of its story. To have a movie about an African-American boy struggling with his sexuality while growing up is something I thought would never happen. It’s touching and relatable because it’s something that I went through growing up and to see someone that looks like me going through what I went through during my whole childhood really strikes a chord with me. Growing up African-American and gay is difficult because the stigma of showing yourself as weak or feminine is something still looked down upon in the African-American community if you’re a boy. You have to act as masculine as you can to prove yourselves to others or else you would get teased or picked on. Barry Jenkins telling of Chiron’s story through Moonlight paints a story of millions of African American males childhoods. Not only African American males but also other males of color as well.
When you compare that to a musical about a white woman wanting to be an actress and a white man wanting to save jazz, a genre deeply rooted in African-American culture and from slavery…she just doesn’t have the range compared to Moonlight, I’m sorry.
But none of this really matters anyway because we all know that La La Land is going to sweep at the Oscars just like it did with all the other major award shows this season so
it’s okay to not feel motivated all the time - life isn’t always fast, so you don’t need to rush yourself if you don’t want to; please try your best to take time to take care of yourself, you don’t always have to be working on a project or getting something done, you’re allowed to take time to just breathe, because that’s okay, you’re going to be okay
Anon Requests: Do you think you could do something like Reader is only wearing Cas’s shirt and they’re in the living room or kitchen or some place like that and Cas thinks it’s Sexy so he decides to fuck reader and they break something, which wakes up in the Winchesters and the Winchesters walk in and Reader get’s embarrassed but Castiel don’t stop fucking until he’s done? Thank you! AND How about a cas x reader where cas has been in love with reader for ages but never acted on his feelings/urges because he’s an angel and it’s a sin for an angel to be with a human(it’s forbidden). The reader overheard cas confess his affection for her to the Winchester boys and she decides to seduce him because she’s always liked him too but felt he hated her(but he was just avoiding temptation). So he just cracks and some really good smut follows and then some cute fluff 🤗 love you btw ✊🏽
Pairing: Castiel x reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: smut, a little bit of dirty talk, language, nsfw gif further below the cut!!
A/N: I decided to combine 2 requests for this one. hope thats alright!
I know we're all dead but can we talk about how cute it was that he said thank you when she took her top off? And how intimate that moment was when he just took a second to look at her, to breathe her in, to confirm that this was really happening? Cause of death: Olicity.
Oliver was the perfect gentleman throughout that entire scene.
Starting from the beginning, he was… everything. He was a man who was clearly still in love with this woman, but he’d also heard her last season when she said she was, for all intents and purposes, done. He was a man who was willing to get every tiny scrap of her natural sunlight, no matter what the cost for himself. Y’all are lying to yourselves if Felicity wasn’t doing exactly what Curtis suggested when the idea of her trying the salmon ladder came about. She’s all cute and flirty and doing something that shows a lot of skin, and yet, the entire time, Oliver was just so sweet. He didn’t push it, he didn’t take what are pretty obvious signs, he didn’t do anything without her explicit permission and direction. They went through two bottles of wine, my friends, they were quite a few sheets to the wind and still, he was the perfect gentleman. Even when she asked him to help her down, when he grabbed her waist, when he held her close, letting her down gently, cradling her like she’s the most important thing in his entire world (she is)…
(wow they kiss really well like damn well done a+)
He gives it his all because that’s all he wants to give her. He messed up so much in the past, and while the source of those issues are deeply buried and require a fucking bulldozer to unearth, it doesn’t change that it effectively ruined the best thing in his life. But now, now he has her back and it’s everything. Yes, the wine has stripped their inhibitions, but it just scratched off the surface, revealing what they’ve always, always wanted.
(This was cute af, anon, I so agree. He’s so totally getting swept up in the sensation of having her in his arms again, of kissing her, tasting her, feeling her, and it’s intoxicating. It takes over everything, leaving no room for anything but continuing to feel those wonderful things. We see that in the way he suddenly spins her, with so much intent, so much purpose - I know I’m not the only one who thought that was going somewhere else - but then he’s so painfully gentle with her. He could absolutely rip her sweater to pieces if he wanted to and he knew she probably wouldn’t complain one bit until later, but he didn’t, because remember, this is the Oliver who has been in love with this woman forever and he lost her and he’s been respecting her wishes in not pursuing a relationship and suddenly she’s here and she’s with him, but that doesn’t change where they are mentally, where he’s at mentally. (Wow, tangent.) It’s marked with that soft, adorable smile of his - that happy smile of his - and the way he says, “Thank you.” It’s really as if he’s thanking her for giving them this chance again.)
The passion is back, brimming over, all-consuming, burning them from the insides out, taking over everything, pulling them together like the magnets that they are…
But that’s not all it’s about, not quite. It’s about that, oh yes, but it’s also about connecting again, not just physically but emotionally and mentally, with their very souls. This isn’t just physical for Oliver, nor is it for Felicity, which is what he needs to double check, he needs to see, to make sure that…
Well, that this is happening, that it’s what he thinks it is, that she’s on the same page, that she wants this, that she wants it as badly as he does, that she’s doing it for the same reasons, that…
He has to make sure. He has to. One, because it’s Oliver and when it comes to Felicity, there’s never been a halfway.
Which is so very interesting considering what happened tonight - thinking about it from Oliver’s perspective, he honestly thought he was giving Felicity everything he could. He didn’t know at the time that he was only giving half of himself, only giving her the pieces he felt worthy of her, not realizing that he was hiding things from her, all under the guise of trying to protect her, in his own warped way. He has been broken, in his mind, for so long, but it’s only when he’s whole within himself that he can finally be with her, which we’re finally seeing, thank goodness.
He’s all in or he’s all out and he needs to know that Felicity is there with him.
And there it is. She’s right there with him, her love for him shining through, bathing him in its purity, a cleansing feeling that shines light in the darkest corners of his being (even if he doesn’t recognize it until much much much later).
I'm saying this from the perspective of a shipper I guess but looking at all these Sheith moments got me thinking.. Would it be possible that the creators themselves are actually planning for them to be canon at some point? But because of some complications..(not gonna name it) they decided to scrap it off? Do you think this is possible? Although Keith telling Shiro he is like a brother to him kinda made me sad? lol I have got so many questions so I can't wait to see more of this amazing series!
Hi anon! The thing is, writing and animation for shows like this are done way in advance. When season 1 came out, I imagine the plot up until seasons 3 or 4 was already set in stone. And Voltron, like most shows, works off a “TV Bible” that had all the major plot points outlined right when the series was first pitched so,, once you plan things out like that I think it’s difficult to make big changes to characters’ relationships.
I think the writers have also made it clear that they are going to go ahead with their narrative rather than catering to popular fannon, particularly when they’ve told certain fans they don’t agree with their mentality at all. Even with things like how they mentioned Allura was a teenager like all the other paladins, a lot of people didn’t headcannon that, but the writers stood by it. It’s their own story after all, and I don’t see why they should change it. As for sheith, we know the writers have outright told people that harassing shippers isn’t okay and they’re completely against it.
There are also plenty of writers, animators, and VAs who have liked clearly romantic sheith fanart, cosplay, or pro-sheith posts (and gotten backlash for it). So we know they’re certainly not opposed to shipping it. And I mean, whether it’s romantic or not, we know that the cast certainly seems invested in their dynamic. The fact that their relationship and character development is by far the most fleshed out is certainly apparent. Here’s also some stuff staff has drawn that shows they at least like Shiro and Keith’s bond:
So anyway, despite how the fandom can be, I don’t think it would necessarily deter the writers or dissuade them from following through with major writing decisions. And given how supportive the staff has been of sheith, I don’t think they would suddenly just abandon whatever plans they had for their character development together. Under the hypothetical that they did make sheith canon, I think they would just maybe adjust how they went about it so that the fandom could kind of like, ease into it, and hopefully not be too mad about it. Though I have no doubt people would still harass the staff if sheith happened, which just…makes me feel really bad to be honest…
On the BOM line though anon, I don’t think it goes against sheith at all and here’s why:
Okay so my original giveaway post got deleted?? So I’m making a new one. I will randomly choose a winner and they will be able to choose either 1 Game Pack or 2 Stuff Packs of their choice. The rules are simple:
1. Must be following me
2. Please reblog
3. (this is a new one) Being active will help you out because if pretty much all you have done is reblog this it wouldn’t be fair to my original, active followers. So when it comes to choosing and your number matches the number chosen and I know I haven’t seen you be active at all I will chose again (mean anons keep your opinions to yourself if you think this is unfair, this is MY giveaway)If you don’t like this rule then please feel free to not reblog. It just isn’t fair to people who are constantly supportive and kind to me.
Make sure you reblog and BE KIND!
ENDS MARCH 26TH
*Disclaimer this giveaway is not associated with tumblr in anyway which means it is in no way endorsed by tumblr*
*also make sure you give information (origin ID) to ME not to tumblr*
ME TOO!! I want to read it so bad, I just don’t…. want.. to write… it……
This is the summary though!
expected his first year in the NHL to be difficult. He expected the long road
trips, the aggressive checks, the constant fatigue, the rampant homophobia
lurking under the surface of a culture that put traditional masculinity on a
pedestal. Less expected is the balancing act that is his social life. Putting
up with a surly captain while keeping in contact with friends from college and
slowly falling for an anonymous guy he met on tinder were not a part of Bitty’s
contract with the Providence Falconers.
Yes, Jack is the guy he met on tinder. No, neither of them know that.
I really want it to be a multi media story so it includes tumblr posts, newspaper headlines, text messages etc. for example, from chapter 3:
fyeahjarse: Did you hear about Zimms helping Eric Bittle?? They’re
doing extra morning practices together??? Look at my son helping my other son,
what a good captain. -> reblogged and someone adds doodles of them as
falcons a la the penguin artist on irl hockey tumblr (ninja omelet)