so these two destroyed my life

i finally start to realize that school is really over, that i did it, that i really graduated, even with all the shit that was going down the last two years of my life, i did it and i am finally almost completely content with how i did it, i mean my grades are all pretty good, almost all A’s but maths somehow destroys the picture a little, but anyways a year ago i would have never thought i could do it and so that’s enough for me now! I fought and i won and that’s the most important thing i learned this past months!
and i am so thankful for all the people that helped me throughout this last year, the people that listened to me whine on and on, the people that calmed me and the people that just were FUCKING great friends!
thank you and i love you
(i’m not tagging anyone here but i surely hope you all know that i mean you!)

Happy Birthday To The Precious Neets! 

( Do not tag as ship, i just like cuddly brothers >//A//<  )

y'all remember that Moment™ in voyager when it’s just a shot of the closed doors of a turbolift and they open and captain kathryn janeway of the federation starship voyager is standing there flanked by two other crewmen and she’s holding this giant plasma gun and her face is cold as steel and she and the squad walk out of the turbolift and into the hallway ready to just DESTROY and it’s so synced and flawless??? i gain 10 years on my life every time

Love first visited me when I was fifteen.
Love was best friend;
love was not meant to be.
He loved me,
and I thought I loved him too
for a while.
I destroyed him over two years
with my selfishness -
I was only fifteen.
I left carrying a broken heart in my hands,
and lost a best friend.


First love came when I was sixteen.
This time, it had warm brown eyes, soft hands and softer smiles.
It whispered shy confessions into my ear, and they sounded so genuine I made the mistake of believing them.
Love told me that I was the most beautiful thing that happened in his life, and it held me on nights I couldn’t sleep.
First love continued for about two years, during which I experienced the painful reality of giving your all to someone.
It taught me passion, pain, sadness, anger, betrayal.
First love was as blissful as it was torturous.
It left with me shivering on the cold bathroom floor, with months of sadness to follow.


Now I am nineteen, and love has decided to fleetingly appear out of nowhere.
Love now has a childish face but sturdy hands and broad shoulders.

It caresses me with tenderness I have not experienced before; it shares my joy and my sadness as if they were its own. Should this love not work out, I’ll be broken again; but I will go on living because one day I know it will visit me again.

Friendly reminder that Regulus Black became a Death Eater at age 16 when he was still at Hogwarts, and so probably didn’t do anything as a Death Eater and just wanted the Dark Mark to prove something to himself and to others (particularly his parents). Friendly reminder that two years later, when Regulus Black was given what was probably his first real mission as a Death Eater, he was so disgusted with what he was asked to do that he turned against Lord Voldemort himself and tried to destroy one of his Horcruxes. Friendly reminder that Regulus Black was only 18 when he sacrificed himself to bring down the Dark Lord. Friendly reminder that Kreacher and Regulus had only each other and only ever fought in each other’s name.

If there is one thing I’ve learned about you it’s that you are equally as self destructive as I am.
You didn’t want to fall in love with me, infact I’m positive you didn’t want to fall in love at all. Between the two of us we managed to sabotage something beautiful and now your name burns in my throat like a shot of cheap vodka. Leaving a taste so vile I can’t help but spit you out. We really were just two shitty people trying to destroy each other before we destroyed ourselves.
—  You’re just another poem.

cefmua56  asked:

Has Template ever been to the Omega Timeline and met Gradient? And do you think the two would be friends? Because it seems as if they would at least have some sort of mutual understanding of each other if not anything more.

I get what you mean when you say they they’d understand each other, but the fact that Gradient is a combo of Ink and Error just majorly confuses Template. He’s really trying to be nice but just looking at Gradient makes him nervous. Also watching Gradient delete his drawings all the time would probably drive him completely crazy. 

(Not that Gradient isn’t used to reactions like this, uhm, at least I think he is?)

Gradient belongs to @askcomboclub

Binding safety things.
  • “I can bind as much as I like, I’m having top surgery soon so that’ll just get rid of any problems it causes-” nope. NOPE NOPE NOPE. Not only does soft tissue damage make surgery both more difficult and risky, binding too much, for too long, over even just a year or two can weaken muscles supporting your ribcage so when you stop binding after surgery, you’re at risk of things like hairline fractures- and worse, up to and including a couple horror stories that include punctured lungs. Do not use “but top surgery!” as an excuse to bind while sleeping, for more than 8-10 hours a day maximum, or 365 days a year without one single break. Not binding sucks- but we all gotta do things that suck for our health sometimes, grit your teeth and do not fuck up your lungs and ribcage.
  • Nonetheless, your risk assessment needs to be different if your timescale is less “five years til top surgery” and more “binding for the rest of my life”. I understand some women bind for reasons of gender presentation and such without plans to get surgey, plus of course there’s some AFAB trans people who either don’t want or can’t get top surgery who plan to bind indefinitely. Understand that this means you need to plan ahead for a lot of possible risks and complications that are less prominent for people using binding as a short-term gap, that the effects of very long-term binding are barely known and potentially severe, and that thirty years on, if you are still doing it, there are going to have been consequences for your body. This is NOT to say, “don’t do it”. Do it with a full, informed, adult understanding of what the risks are or might be, and be prepared to take those on. Keep a sharp eye on your body’s well being. Do it carefully. Be prepared for the risks, because yes, they exist. You can take them, that’s fine, but don’t pretend they aren’t real and serious.
  • Don’t wear a binder that is a size too small because the correctly sized one “shows too much”. Lung capacity is fucking important and you will crack a damn rib one of these days if you’re not careful. Do not overexert yourself in any binder; if it hurts or you feel faint or whatever then STOP, IMMEDIATELY. If you exercise in one, wear one at least a size up and throw baggy shirts on over it. Wear a velcro one if you can for working out so you can undo that shit ASAP if there’s an issue. If you go swimming in a binder, have someone spotting for you, make sure there’s a lifeguard at the pool, etc. You aren’t going to enjoy your wonderful transition very much if you, god forbid, wind up being in a serious accident because you’re suffocating yourself slowly.
  • You can bind safely. That is to say, you can bind while minimizing the risks as much as possible, til you reach a point where it’s reasonable for a well-informed, sensible person to weigh them up and take said risks. You cannot bind 100% consequence free. That’s all.
  • And look, just to get a bit tough-love for a second: “but if I don’t do all those things, my dysphoria is so bad I can’t cope” is something I fully, entirely sympathize with. It also means you gotta start working on management techniques so that ceases to be the case, NOT that you should just accept totally batshit levels of risk for the sake of your mental health. The solution to “my dysphoria is so bad that it destroys my life if I don’t bind in my sleep and wear it two sizes too tight” is not and should never be, “so I do it because it’s all right if I know accept the risk”. That’s not responsible, mature behaviour. It’s fully, entirely understandable. But you need, NEED to instead take the longer, more difficult path to finding healthy management techniques to improve your mental health and wellbeing so this is no longer the case, or else it’s going to bite you in the arse. You want to reach the end of your transition with the body you deserve, so you can finally feel right in it? Then look after it. Transition doesn’t give you a new body, it makes the one you’re in right now fit better, so look after the one you’re in.
Some things that bother me about the story at this point:

I know I’m so gonna be hated for at least two specific points but I really need to talk about it in order to clear my mind a bit so here we go (contains spoilers of ch. 56).

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Logan: My Thoughts

·fuck,,, I’m not crying,, you are,,
·"that was my favorite mug" “I’m not a box of avocados” and then “beware the light” caliban please save my soul
·my first thought: why the fuck is Wheatley in this movie
·my last thought: FUcK
·the part that had me crying (besides the entire movie) was when they wheeled Charles out of the arcade place and he kept on whispering “I’m sorry”
·WHEN LAURA FUCKING TURNED THE CROSS OVER TO MAKE AN X FUCKING DESTROYED ME
·FUCKKKK
·can we talk about the fact that they put X24 in a fucking black tank top to show that he was evil omg
·LAURAS SPEECH AT THE END AHHH
·but in all seriousness, I’ve grown up with the x-men films and two of my favorite characters are gone. Just like that. These characters have been as a part of my life as my fucking dad has and I am literally still crying. It is so sad to see them go. Thank you, Hugh Jackman and Patrick Stewart. You will be missed so, so, so, so so much by me, my family, and I’m sure many others.

Ella out.

Happy. Happy?

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I was 22 when a simple comment changed my life completely. He caught my eye from the very beginning; not knowing much about him until WWE finally decided to do the UK tournament. He was 19 at the time and my naïve 22 year old self did not know how to handle the feelings I was getting. He was handsome beyond beautiful. The way he carried himself made him seem slightly older but the childish persona would often find its way. Tyler Bate was brilliant absolutely brilliant in my eyes. I was instantly captivated by every movement he did.

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anonymous asked:

Any tips on writing an evil protagonist? How do I make sure people won't just go "oh he's a villain who cares what happens to him"?

Writing an Evil Protagonist

Okay, so when I started working on this question, I thought the question was how to write an evil antagonist. You know why? Because we see the word evil and immediately associate it with antagonist. So right away, it’s an obstacle you have to overcome when writing this story. You’re setting yourself up for a unconventional challenge, so as long as you’re prepared for a potentially rocky road, you’ll do just fine with this.

But let’s be clear about one thing first. Even if we were talking about an evil antagonist, readers would still care what happens to the character. Because the good fortune of the hero is often tied up in the misfortune of the villain. So every reader will care what happens to them. Rooting for a character to fail equates to caring, particularly when it comes to fictional characters.

So whether your villain is the antagonist, or in this case the protagonist, readers will care (one way or the other) what happens to them. But to address the point I think the asker is wanting, how do we get readers to root for an evil protagonist?

[Note: The following three tips aren’t necessarily meant to be used all at once. You could, sure, but it’s not always appropriate.] 

The villain doesn’t realize they’re the villain.

When a villain has a motivation they’re passionate about, and they feel their actions are justified, then they likely won’t think of themselves as a villain. They might be the type to think their work is for the “greater good,” or perhaps they’ve been wronged badly in the past and think that revenge is justified given the circumstances. When a villain’s motivations are strong and full of passion, they’ll likely believe they’re doing what’s right. And if they believe it, we’ll believe it. Because as the protagonist, they’ll be showing us the “underneath it all” revelations that go along with their evil actions. Most antagonist’s evil attacks are shown from the protagonist’s point of view, and we don’t get to see what led them to take the actions they took. 

Their nemesis is obnoxious, like really obnoxious.

It’s unlikely that you’ll be able to make the evil protagonist’s nemesis more evil than them (though maybe you can!), so instead, make the “hero” or “good” character annoying as hell. Make us want to slap that goody-two-shoes in the face. Maybe this hero is arrogant, boastful, makes bad jokes, or puts on a cheesy show for anyone watching, always trying to show that they are the one with the power. This character is probably the type who does good deeds because they love the attention, and not because they enjoy saving the world or the humanity inside it. 

Their journey to goodness is chronicled. 

Perhaps your evil protagonist isn’t always going to be evil, and you’re writing their progression from someone with evil intentions to someone with good intentions. These stories can be very interesting because to do this effectively, a reader has to get to know the protagonist very, very well, in order to see their motives progress from one extreme to the other. The writer has to be dedicated to writing the character’s thought process when making decisions, so readers can see that thought process evolve. Great consideration also has to be made when it comes to devising what plot events will push a character to make these changes.

And lastly…

A book recommendation for you: Vicious by V.E. Schwab. Confession - I did start this novel several years ago, and I didn’t make it far enough to get hooked due to other things going on at the time, so it’s been in the back of my mind on my mental TBR list for ages. But this book features two characters whose once harmonious working relationship is destroyed when their academic experiments go tragically wrong. Enemies now, they are each motivated by their own personal agenda of power and revenge. (Revisiting this book reminds me that timing is everything - just because you don’t enjoy a book at one point in your life doesn’t mean you won’t later on. You have to find each other at the right moment :)

Good luck with your evil protagonist!

-Rebekah

“I Worked It Out. You Have Killed Two Point Three Three Eight People,” said the golem calmly.
“I have never laid a finger on anyone in my life, Mr Pump. I may be– all the things you know I am, but I am not a killer! I have never so much as drawn a sword!”
“No, You Have Not. But You Have Stolen, Embezzled, Defrauded And Swindled Without Discrimination, Mr Lipvig. You Have Ruined Businesses And Destroyed Jobs. When Banks Fail, It Is Seldom Bankers Who Starve. Your Actions Have Taken Money From Those Who Had Little Enough To Begin With. In A Myriad Small Ways You Have Hastened The Deaths Of Many. You Do Not Know Them. You Did Not See Them Bleed. But You Snatched Bread From Their Mouths And Tore Clothes From Their Backs. For Sport, Mr Lipvig. For Sport. For The Joy Of The Game.”
Moist’s mouth had dropped open. It shut. It opened again. It shut again. You can never find repartee when you need it.
—  Terry Pratchett, “Going postal”
healing rain|| old man logan

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Originally posted by delzinrowe

Okay guys, so you all voted for Healing Rain: and the second one to come out will be Don’t Let This Destroy You. I’m beginning to be on the mend from my sickness (thank god for meds) so I’m hoping to post two of these and then a Charles Xavier oneshot. This is kind of my own storyline and part of the plot at the Munsons house… So bear with me here!

Requested by @house-of-penguin : You’re a human nurse on the run with 11 year old Laura Kinney when Logan Howlett comes spiraling into your life. Much to your shock, you end up falling in love with him- the complete opposite of any man you’d ever imagined yourself being with. After nearly five days on the road together, it comes to your attention that his night terrors are frequent and when you go to comfort him after a bad nightmare, Logan expects you to run out of terror when he reacts the wrong way Needless to say, every fall of rain has the potential to heal. 

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Imagine: Peter can’t stop flirting with you, in front of Hook.

Warning: extreme leaves of sass


“You’re cute.”

“Well, thank you?”

“Can I keep you?

“N-no!”  You had only been on Neverland for five minutes and Peter has already managed to make you feel small and strange.  Not that it took much, it was easy for others to make you feel insecure and when you did you became defensive and sassy.  Most girls would think it was a cute attempt at flirting but you knew better.  You knew no one would ever think that you were attractive.  Although you looked confident your Captain could see your change in mood and stepped in.

“Pan, my crew and I are done here we just need permission off the island.”  You smile glad that Hook diverted Peter’s attention away from you.

“Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?”

   “Cute, but no.” you couldn’t help the words that flowed from your mouth.  For a second you were afraid Peter would get mad at you.  Or at least until you saw him smile.

   “Fuck me if I’m wrong, but do you want to kiss me?”  You could hear Killian beside you groan, probably feeling extremely awkward and just wanting to leave.  For a second you panicked you couldn’t say yes or no.  But what else was there to say, unless.

   “Maybe, I always keep my options open.”  

“There is definitely something wrong with my bed.”  You look between Peter and Killian trying to understand what is even going on.  Peter is smirking waiting for a response, and Hook is rubbing his eyes with his hand clearly annoyed.

“Are you seriously just going to stand there until I ask what it is?”  He continued staring at you.

“Just get it over with, I want to get out of here,” Killian has lost his patients with Peter and hopefully not you.

“Fine, what is wrong with your bed?”

“You’re not in it.”

“You are impossible Peter.”

“Did you buy your pants on sale because at my house they would be 100% off.”  Okay now he has gone beyond making you uncomfortable.  You were getting mad.

“Screw you, Peter.”

“That is a terrible idea, let’s do it.”  All of your brilliant comebacks flew out the window.

“Stop.”

“Why?  I am sure I could make you very happy.”  That stupid smug smirk.  It’s infuriating.

“How, are you leaving?”  There was that comeback.  Where the heck did it go a second ago.

“You won’t get rid of me that easy.”

“You must be the Pied Piper then.”

“Why is that, love?”

“Because you are a massive douchebag and I want to punch you in the face.”  Not as clever as you could have been but still it got your point across.

“What is it like to be the most beautiful girl in the world?”

“What is it like being the biggest liar in the world?”  He could at least try to be believable.

“Stop being shy go on and ask me out.  You know you want to.”

“Okay.  Go out.”

“Ouch that hurts.

“I hope it hurt as much as when you crawled out of hell, bloody demon.”  He paused and simply looked at your face.  You would think he was thinking of a comeback except he seemed to be studying you.  When he looked back into your eyes you were certain he had you memorized.

“You are perfect.  Where have you been all my life?”

“Hiding from you.”  you smirk hoping you won this stupid little argument.  But Peter continues to act as cocky as ever.

“What are you doing this Friday night?”  You pause taken aback by the fact that he is actually asking you out.  For a split second you almost consider his offer before you come up with a brilliant comeback.

“Not you.”  Simple sweet and ego destroying.
“Are you two done?  I honestly want to go home now, so can we just leave?”  Hook tapped his foot in annoyance.

“I don’t always play nice.. But I wanna feel your heartlines”

My first contribution to the lovely Spacedogs fandom, these two are happily destroying my life rn (/\ ^u^) (YT version)

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Letters to Sokovia

(Bucky X reader x Pietro)

Summary: The reader gets a call from her past lover and everything just comes back to her. Based on the Vamps’ new song middle of the night.

Words: 1388

Warning: CRYING. Past wounds. Broken heart. Pietro Fluff! 

A/N: I wrote this to celebrate my birthday honestly. I just wrote it based on my fave band’s new single that came out on the same day. It’s a bit based on a personal experience (well the letter that is…haha) I honestly don’t know why I always write about Bucky as the heart breaker and Pietro as the new love interest.

—two years ago…—

It’s been a year. A year and eight months, to be exact. I’ve been stuck with this feeling for you this long. Now, I’m deciding to stop. Well, I stopped five months ago, but now I’m letting everything go. Deleting you from my life, if that was possible. I was so caught up in this day dream of the two of us being together. Seeing you five months ago in that bar, in our bar, you know the bar we always go to just to get wasted on nights we feel so done with everything. Seeing you there with someone else, some girl you were locking tongues with, just pains me.

Fine, let’s blame it on the alcohol, but what I found out after that night destroyed me. You were with someone else. Someone who wasn’t the girl at the bar. Someone who you’ve been seeing for more than seven months now. It hurts that it’s not me. I honestly thought that we’d have a thing for each other, but it turns out it was only me. I’ve done every effort for you to get to like me back. I literally spent so much on trying to win you, but it turns out money really can’t buy everything. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I told you sooner, or if I never met you, or if I believed everyone who told me not to love you. Too late for that.

It just hurts me that I had to see you there in that bar, on a night that I decided to tell you how I felt about you. I was claiming it to be my night, our night. But I saw you with her. It’s finally time to let you go. What hurts me the most is that I know you’d never see me that way I saw you. By the time you read this, I’d probably be on my way to a different country. I don’t know when I’d be back but I just want you to know that I love you.

~~~

I go over the letter I wrote one more time before leaving it in your room. I finish packing my things and I tell Jarvis to call me a cab. I start walking towards the elevator. How can I be so stupid to let one guy ruin my life like this. To think I’ve got the brains of my dad, Tony Stark. I snap out of my thoughts when I see him, Tony, standing by the elevator and looking as worried as ever. I mean I am his only daughter.

“You sure about this, (y/n)?” He asks. I can see the concern in his eyes.

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