so this is what i used

anonymous asked:

Do you know if Samuel Blenkin is gay?

Hello anon! It seems you’ve asked a question that falls into the “none of our business” category! *jazz hands*

No but in all seriousness. I don’t know Samuel personally (although if I did then I especially would not share such information) and I’m not about to go digging through his social media accounts to find out. That’s creepy folks. Don’t. Do. It.

For future reference, I’ve always had a policy of not posting about their private lives unless it’s something they are both happy and willing to share with us first. I think that’s especially important with the new cast. I’ve been in fandoms for well over a decade now. I know how this works. But I don’t think any amount of warning could possibly prepare them for what’s about to happen. I know you’re only asking out of curiosity (sorry for the lecture!) but I’m afraid I can’t and won’t answer you. If Samuel says something then yeah, brilliant. I’ll blog about it and let you know. But until then, pleeeease don’t bombard him (or any of the cast) with messages about their private lives and especially their sexuality. It’s super not nice and I want them to see us as a nice, respectful fandom. They share so much with us on stage, they are not obliged to share their private lives too. Nor are we entitled to it either. If we can remember that then hopefully we’ll do a better job with Samuel and Theo than we did with Sam and Anthony.

Escape from New York

TFW you get on the plane at 8.30pm that supposed to depart at 9pm and land in Dublin at 9am
And then you get settled and start feeling sleepy and think maybe I will get to sleep for six hours even though you have six inches of leg room and numerous other human beings in your personal space
And then the luggage handler accidentally drives the luggage truck into the side of the plane and the engineers have to be called to inspect the damage
And then they take photographs and send them to Boeing so that someone can get out of bed and opine on whether you should or should not fly across the North Atlantic with a plane that has been in a collision before you even left the gate
And then, at midnight, the pilot admits defeat and cancels the flight and you are “de-planed” into a mostly empty terminal at JFK and told that you will be re-booked on another flight, but no-one is available to do that before 8am, so they are seeing what they can do about finding hotel rooms
And then they tell you that, due to graduation celebrations, there are no hotels available in Manhattan but they are checking the Tri-State area, but not to worry because the Port Authority has some emergency cots that are on their way and can be set up at departure gate 8
And then they tell you that they have located 45 rooms in New Jersey, acknowledging that this is not enough to accommodate everyone so sharing will be necessary, and request you to “group up” with those fellow passengers you would be happy to share with
And then you decide “fuck it” and go online on your almost dead phone to book another flight to get home via London on your now completely max-ed out credit card
And then you walk through a virtually deserted airport to get to the other terminal where there are no people but only a bird hopping about the concourse, and you wonder if this is a metaphor for life in general or just this particular day, and you slump in a metal chair and try and fail to sleep
And then you go to check-in for your second flight and it turns out that your booking has not been processed and you tell them you are not leaving the desk until they sort it out, and they do and you stagger towards security screening feeling that you have snatched triumph from the jaws of disaster
And then, just as you are taking off your shoes to place them in the plastic basket, you are paged to go back to the check-in desk, and you do and they tell you that they have over-booked the flight and are now placing you on stand-by and you think of that poor man on the United Airlines flight and calculate the odds of the police being called
And then you pull yourself up to your full five feet and three inches and tell them that they are behaving disgracefully, using the word “outrageous” three times in one sentence, and that if they do not let you on the plane you will face God and walk backwards into hell before you will leave the check-in desk quietly
And then they change their mind and let you proceed and you sit in another departure lounge drinking an eight dollar cup of coffee, trying to stay alert in case British Airways try any more funny stuff
And then you finally get on the flight and find you are sitting behind someone wearing a Make America Great Again hat, and you wonder if this plane will be hit by a thunderbolt of God’s judgment, and whether there will be any lasting side effects of being wedged into such a tiny space with someone oozing hatred and stupidity
And then you are so wired, and so nauseated by the “food” on offer, that you can’t sleep and so you watch Lion and I, Daniel Blake and silently cry and cry and cry
And then you get off the plane and wander through Heathrow towards Terminal 2 wondering if it is morning or evening or whether this journey will ever end
And then you get on another plane and land in Dublin and are tempted to kiss the tarmac John Paul II style because you’ve never been so happy to see Dublin airport
And then you stumble into a taxi, and the driver looks at you strangely because you have been awake for 40 hours, and you try to explain what happened but you are incoherent and give up, slumping on the back seat once again trying to stay awake to give the driver directions to your address
And then you pull up outside your flat, pay the driver with the last euro you have and drag your suitcase up the 15 steps to the front door at a quarter past midnight
And then you take off the clothes you have been wearing for two days, and step into a hot shower, and 16 hours later than scheduled lie down (fully horizontally!) in your own bed, and wonder if anyone has ever felt pleasure as intense as this…

anonymous asked:

But if Mugaro was Michael himself, why would he be this infatuated with Azazel to the point where he always follows him around, cares about his well-being, helps him, saves him, constantly smiles at/for him? There was literally no connection between Michael and Azazel in Genesis, and now suddenly Azazel would be the centre of his world? That's why the re/incarnation theory seems more plausible, as it would at least make Mugaro his own person with his own desires, rather than Michael's.

mostly wishful thinking on my part, anon :’)

I wouldn’t say there’s no connection at all between Michael and Azazel:

  1. Azazel is a former angel; even if they do not know each other personally before Azazel fell, they probably would have at least hear about each other.
  2. Bacchus says Azazel is Lucifer’s right hand man; I find it hard to believe that Michael, as part of Heaven’s high command, wouldn’t keep tab on the demons world’s current hierarchy.
  3. Every time Jeanne uses Michael’s blessing, Michael’s apparition makes an appearance. In fact, the last thing Azazel sees before he disappears in s1 ep7 is Michael’s face, not Jeanne’s. Yet somehow, he doesn’t curse Michael; he solely blames Jeanne (and Kaisar and all the lowly humans probably). To me this suggests he knows of Michael’s powers and acknowledge those powers as being, well, so powerful that off course he loses bcs duh.

I want to believe that Michael’s very aware and knows and sees everything his apparitions know and see. This is to say, while Azazel is totally to blame for Kaisar & Favaro’s dads’ deaths, on the whole Amira and God Key thing Azazel’s pretty much just a victim and a pawn to be rid of. By putting Azazel (a high ranking demon on his own right) on the front, Martinet manages to divert everyone’s attention away from Beelzebub until it’s too late.

One of the reason the whole thing happens in genesis is, by michael’s own words, bcs there’s a lack of communication among gods and humans, and by extension, demons too. I think if he gets the chance, he would try to repair this lack so that such bahamut level disaster won’t happen again. One way to do it is of course by working with the demon who also gets caught up in the whole bahamut plot while also in a position to be heard - Azazel.

At least that’s one of the many reasons why Michael would want to get close to Azazel initially.

Also, the reason might even be as simple as Mugaro happens to think Azazel’s the only one worth supporting atm, while Azazel also happens to be the who saves him from the slave trader. Like, Jeanne’s in prison, Bacchus won’t make a move, Rita won’t get involved further, Kaisar’s hands are tied since he’s part of Orlean Knights serving the King… the only option left, who openly defies the current arrangement, is Azazel and only Azazel.

If later it turns out that Azazel’s not that bad as a person, and Michael himself starts liking him in earnest, then that’s just the bonus I think.

But that’s all if Michael’s rly Mugaro, mind. Just to clarify:

  1. incarnation - Michael is somehow stuck in a child body (Mugaro) the way Hamsa is stuck in a talking duck body (their own bodies, their own souls, the shape is just not their original).
  2. reincarnation - Michael is born again as a human with a god’s powers, unclear whether or not he retains his past memories.
  3. Jeanne/Michael’s kid - totally a new body with a new soul, but since they’re half-angel, they has parts of Michael’s powers. Unclear whether or not they gets to inherit Michael’s memories too.
  4. reincarnated as Jeanne/Michael’s kid - a new body, but the soul and memories are all Michael’s. Only has parts of his old powers since he’s officially half-human now.

I personally prefer number 1 and that Jeanne only happens to pick him up like I said here. Mugaro seems way too calm and knows too much for a kid his age, which is why I want Mugaro to not be number 3. I want to believe there’s other forces at work to make him seem so wise, and not bcs Mugaro has through so much at such young age bcs I just can’t bear to think of the level of hell Mugaro’s been through ;____;

suddenly Azazel would be the centre of his world? 

ngl I love how you put it here. Azazel as the center of their world. That’s it - that’s the name i’m looking for to describe their relationship. Azazel means so much and pretty irreplaceable atm to Mugaro yet Azazel himself isn’t even aware of it.

one of my classmates who’s interning at amazon over the summer is trying to get a “better” internship at google or facebook for the fall and then finish up 5 more courses after and take the qualifying exam instead of doing a thesis. i was like wau that’s intense to one of my classmates because imo if he gets employment at amazon after his master’s he can definitely apply to other companies later on after he gets more experience. it just seems like it would be super crazy to do all that. and my classmate who’s doing his phD was like well you’re doing your master’s too so you should be intense like that as well. and i’m just like ok tbh as long as i make decent money i don’t care about a company’s reputation b/c guess what!!! i don’t want my career to be my life!!! what a concept!!! can people just shut the fuck up!!!!




We as a community love you and support you no matter what as we have shown with how we responded to your recent late night vlog.


You said in your ONI livestream that you wanted someone to compile a list of some of the games people wanted you to play.


I started it back in January of 2016. It has over 6 pages of various games. SIX PAGES!

And I realize that you get thousands of messages. Emails and posts just thrown at you. But I still try..

I have made a Google Doc. Shared with your gmail (both markiplier and markipliergame) and I would post the link here but honestly… I put some more personal stuff on there… ANYWHo 


-Go to your google drive

-Get to the search bar

-Look up “Markiplier Master Game Suggestions List”

-Click it 



I do try to add more games when I can and some games are kinda old but still.

If you do see this, please give me some kind of signal?? Write on the doc, send me an ask, anything.



Did I avoid my studying responsibilities just to draw them– yes; am I ashamed of myself–honestly yes

rhodey is the cutest person i can’t believe this,,, saying “boom” when something goes his way…Dad Jokes™… being So Into Being War Machine oh my god literally every one-liner rhodey has is life-changing i can’t believe how good he is??? “welcome to the dance floor, boys. oh no, i didn’t say you could leave” “I think it’s weird. you look like two seals fighting over a grape” “you look damn good mr president but i’m gonna need that suit back” WAR MACHINE,,,COMIN AT U,,, “no, it’s your fault, I just wanted to say I’m sorry”

he adapts so quickly to ridiculous situations he’s brave and resilient and selfless and incredible and his password is WARMACHINEROX with an x all caps what a giant dork i love him @ marvel where the fuck is my war machine movie


Daishou scribbles cause he was there for, like, half a panel and I got excite

Some doodles I did on the side yesterday night ( @blesstale drew Zunde that there ) including Dreby taking his first steps. I saw this kid screaming “NOOOO!” at some meat in a grocery store before running to his mom, so there we go ✌️


meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control