so yes i couldn't help myself

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April 25th, 2017

Spring has sprung! What a time to be alive! Magnolias and cherry blossoms everywhere flowers everywhere warm weather I love Toronto so much. Today was a pecan-tart-look-at-flowers-long-walks kind of day because I have my last exam tomorrow and I got out of the lab early!

I’m *officially* starting my lab project once I get back to Toronto mid-May and I’m basically living at the lab to get ready for it and learn everything I can. My supervisor left for vacation this week and left me ten cell lines to maintain, so my mornings have been kind of crazy. Also, Toronto friends, let’s meet up and look at flowers together because I’ll be here all summer!

Edit: On a side-note, my glass panel is so empty now that exams are basically over and I don’t need ten sheets of organic chem mechanisms reminding me to study anymore ;; 

One Word Prompts: Villains

(Can be extended to include some anti-heroes, anti-villains, etc.)

I hadn’t seen one around, so I put together a one word prompt list specifically for villains. Use them to write something, draw something, or make gif sets of your villainous fave(s) - anything you like!

31 prompts, so you can work on something each day for a month, just pick a few, or reblog for people to send your a character and prompt - it’s all good.

  1. Motive
  2. Malice
  3. Poison
  4. Hunger
  5. Vengeance
  6. Power
  7. Death
  8. Ghosts
  9. Victory
  10. Failure
  11. Conviction
  12. Hubris
  13. Regret
  14. Cruelty
  15. Mercy
  16. Deceit
  17. Trust
  18. Cursed
  19. Vanity
  20. Cowardice
  21. Defiance
  22. Conflict
  23. Blood
  24. Demons
  25. Bitter
  26. Shame
  27. Menace
  28. Rage
  29. Nemesis
  30. Greed
  31. Redemption

eeeey it’s finished! 

the reason why I mentioned the anon in my last post was because I remember someone suggested @nopleasefortheloveofgod that Michl’s song “Tell Me The Same” suits h2ovanoss really well and I just??? Yes???

I can’t help but love the idea of Delirious singing and Vanoss doing the music for him like—- damn. yes please.

anonymous asked:

Drunk Kageyama confessing to "Hinata" but since he is drunk he confesses to Yamaguchi by mistake and Tsukki is really pissed. In the other side Hinata is a little disappointed and asking Yama if he would say "yes" to Kags, but he only wonders why Tsukki is pissed. And Kags just asks mom crow to help him clear this mess... I know is really long ;w; but I couldn't help myself

This one is really long and sorry it took so long to get to. I haven’t posted in a while so I hope the length of this one makes up for it. Thank you for the request. 

anonymous asked:

Hey uh.. not to bother you by any means.. but can I get a link to those tips for drawing people crying you did once?? I looked through all the tags and couldn't find it myself, sorry..

Oh, it’s no bother! http://whatisthiscutenonsense.tumblr.com/post/147379834506/eruhamster-retroautomaton-some-crying-tips 

But honestly, I’m not actually too happy with those anymore. They’re pretty old. I still sort of hold the same value when I draw them, but here’s some more updated tips, if that’s alright. 

One of the biggest complaints I got with those tips was that just a single tear is good enough. Well yes and no. Tears are just a helpful tool, and of course not everyone cries the same, so yes, a single tear can be just as impactful, as long as your emotion and context carries the message. 

On the opposite end of the spectrum, there’s heavy crying. And this can take many forms. Again, the face has to carry the intensity of the emotion; the tears are just there to emphasize it. More intensity, (for some people) does tend to include more liquids and leaking. 

And of course none of it has to be perfect or even. As I love to touch on, crying is messy and ugly. It brings out the most strained emotions. So none of it has to be symmetrical to get the point across- if anything, it gives it more movement. 

I of course draw in a more cartoony fashion, so if you did want to go on the more realistic end of the spectrum, you can focus on the actual physics of tears and how they act and react on the face. More realistically, they come from the inner eye, and are much smaller. They tend to fall in wayward paths, slowly, but  sperraticly, and in droplets or thin streams. You can also add streak marks and flush up the face, depending on the subject. 

I’m glad you liked my old tips, and I hope these new ones help! 

Yesterday, a wizard entered New York with a case. A case full of magical creatures. and unfortunately, some have escaped.

Baekhyun: Was it opened?
Chanyeol: Just a smidge.

Chanyeol as Newt Scamander of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

clodiuspulcher  asked:

I have a confession: I followed your blog because I liked the URL ciceroprofacto. I soon realized your blog was about Alexander Hamilton and Not Cicero but your content is so good I couldn't unfollow... ANYWAY, I know Hamilton associated himself with Cicero- he called Burr the American Catiline at some point, right?- but there's some other parallels between them and I was wondering if you have any other stories/anecdotes/info about Hamilton's feelings on Cicero. Thanks, and I love your blog!

I also have a confession: I made up this username after questions about Cicero helped me qualify for the state certamen bowl as a team of myself.  the username is a lie about the content here but I really am tight with Cicero as far as interests go.

But yes!  Hamilton and Marcus Tullius Cicero: the comparison is striking.

Both were born in January, and despite having well-to-do fathers with good family names, were held back by their circumstances as youths.  Cicero was born in Arpinum, a little over sixty miles south of Rome, Hamilton in Charleston, Nevis, separated from major hubs of the British empire.  Both had one brother (though Cicero was the elder brother and Hamilton the younger), and both of their mothers were described as intelligent and thrifty.  Both men were described as sickly boys, Cicero was semi-invalid and Hamilton frequently ill.  In order to enter ‘cultured’ society, both men had to self-fashion themselves through studies of Latin and Greek, history, poetry, and philosophy.

For both Cicero and Hamilton, it was their talent as students and their ability to use rhetoric effectively that caught the attention of sponsors who facilitated their education.  While they studied, both men met two friends they would keep lifelong correspondence with, Hamilton with Robert Troup and Hercules Mulligan and Cicero with Servius Sulpicius Rufus and Titus Pomponius.

Both men used military service (and public offices cursus honorum) to distinguish themselves and earn the connections and experience that would help them get careers in civil service.  During their military service, both distinguished themselves as intellectuals, both credited as one of the most versatile minds of their generation.

After their stints in the military, both men immediately began careers as lawyers and statesmen in the public eye.  Both were infamously effective orators.  Cicero’s use of Latin rhetoric was so distinguished he changed the way people used the language.  I don’t remember the exact quote, but it was said that prose in Latin and the romance languages up through the 19th century was either a return to his style and syntax or a reaction against it.

Both men were also inflammatory speakers.  Cicero’s first major (and most famous) trial as a lawyer was in defense of a man named Sextus Roscius, and in the defense he presented, he challenged the dictator Sulla (whose army he had served in) by accusing some of Sulla’s political allies of having actually committed the crime.  After that case, Cicero left Rome and spent some time in Greece studying philosophy and oratory (and I would liken this to Hamilton’s break with Washington, retirement from the military and study of law).  Some historians speculate he had fled Rome because of the political threat, but that’s not proven. 

Ironically, both men married up in their mid-twenties.  Hamilton to Elizbeth Schuyler and Cicero to Terentia, of a plebeian noble house of Terenti Varrones.  Both Eliza and Terentia were actively interested in their husbands political careers and sometimes helped them in their work.  In both cases, there are traditional rumors that the men married for convenience and political ambitions, but both marriages lasted around 30 years through marital turbulence.  The Reynolds affair in 1791 mirrors a stint in the 50s BCE where Cicero claimed Terentia had betrayed him and they briefly divorced and remarried (though I’m not sure about the reasons behind it).

Cicero returned to Rome shortly after completing that ‘higher education’ in Greece.  And, like Hamilton, he entered politics and quickly rose through the ranks.  Both men entered civil service posts that centered on the financial stability of their countries.  Hamilton’s post as Secretary Treasury somewhat mirrors Cicero’s work as a Quaestor in Sicily though Hamilton’s work focused more on establishing the system of finance and Cicero’s focused more on rejuvenating and legitimizing a broken system.  In Rome, 20 ‘Quaestors’ were elected each year to maintain the finances of a province with the Consul or Proconsul of that area.  It was a big deal among the men on the cursus honorum to move along the ranks quickly, at the youngest age possible, and many tried to do so by bribing the electors and speculating from taxes.  Cicero effectively did so by publicly ousting the other statesmen who did so with sharp oratory and accusations, thereby earning the trust and admiration of the voting male citizens, then canvassing and campaigning for his position.

Like Hamilton, Cicero was constantly shadowed by his lack of reputable ancestry, wealth, and birth.  He was neither a noble nor a patrician and, having moved through the ranks by canvassing rather than consular ancestry, he was labeled a novus homo or “new man”.  The last novus homo who had been elected consulate was a distant relative, Gaius Marius, who was politically radical and unpopular after Sulla’s ascension in the Roman civil war.  Sulla’s reforms had strengthened the upper-class equestrian class, the optimates, and Cicero was an eques. More importantly, he was a constitutionalist, unable to side politically with the populares faction.  Despite this, in each election, Cicero was voted first of all the candidates he stood against, most popular among all Romans except those of the poorest classes.  Like Hamilton, Cicero held the strong centralized republican ideals of a gentry class that would never truly accept him despite his intellectual talents and personal charisma.

Hamilton did liken his feud with Burr to Cicero’s campaign against Catiline, though I would say Cicero’s conflict became much more serious while Hamilton’s was cut short by their duel and Burr’s public defamation.  
In 63 BCE, Cicero was elected Consul over Catiline, creating personal animosity between the two.  In previous years, Catiline had sullied his own name with a series of crimes that took him to trial, between murder, speculation, and proscription. In a last-ditch effort to attain the consulship, he promoted universal cancellation of debts to draw the support of the lower classes and began talking his way into the support of men in the senatorial and equestrian rank who, after a political purge, had also become inviable candidates to public office for their own crimes (and men with good reason to dislike Cicero).  
After Cicero took office, he spent his time preventing Catiline’s conspiracy to overthrow him and the Roman Republic as a whole.  He delivered four famous speeches, the Catiline Orations, that listed Catiline and his supporters’ crimes, and denounced his supporters as debtors.  Catiline fled to Etruria after the first speech but Cicero delivered three more to prepare the Senate for a counterattack.
Catiline planned to return with an army of veterans from Sulla’s military, peasant farmers and debtors.  The supporters he’d left behind in the Senate worked to gain the support of the Allobgroges, a tribe of Gauls, but the Gauls delivered their letters to Cicero and the senate and Cicero was able to force the conspirators to confess their crimes.  He had them taken to the Tullianum, the most notorious Roman prison, and strangled without formal trial.

We all know how Hamilton’s feud ended, and it’s hard to say what would’ve happened in his public life had he lived longer.  Given how similarly Hamilton’s life seemed to match-step with Cicero’s, I imagine he would’ve managed to stir political conflict and eventually actuate his own death or ejection from the political field.

After his orations against Catiline, Cicero went on in his political career.  He refused an offer of partnership with Julius Caesar, Pompey and Crassus, fearing it would undermine the Republic.  After this Triumvirate rose to power, he was exiled by a law against anyone who executed Roman citizens without trial.
He returned to Rome and resumed his involvement in politics about a year later, avoided supporting Caesar by leaving Rome with Pompey’s staff when Caesar invaded Italy in 49 BCE and tried to get his endorsement.
He caught beef with Pompey as well and Cato, arguing with his commanders for their incompetence, returned to Rome and received a pardon from Caesar (fully planning to politically undermine his dictatorship with constitutional law whenever possible).
He wasn’t involved in Caesar’s assignation but was supportive of it and became a popular leader afterwards.  As Mark Antony carried out Caesar’s public will after his death, Cicero countered him politically and attacked him in public speeches, “the Phillipics”, calling the Senate against him.  Cicero was wildly powerful with the public will and his supporters volunteered to take arms against Antony and his supporters.  But, matters escalated, Antony continued military conquest and defied the senate, after he refused to lift the siege of Mutina, he was declared an enemy of the state.  Cicero began a campaign to try and drive Antony out, even contacted Cassius, one of Caesars assassins, and alluded that Antony was a greater threat.  But, it didn’t work and soon after Antony and Octavian allied with Lepidus, formed the second triumvirate, and began hunting their political rivals.
Cicero, so publicly loved, was able to hide for some time, but he was caught in December 43 BCE in Formiae, trying to leave in a litter.  He leaned his head out in surrender, decapitated in a gladiatorial gesture that bares the neck and makes the task easier.  In the Roman tradition of oratory, hand motions are emphasized and characteristic.  So, Cicero’s hands and (I’ve heard rumors of his tongue) were cut off and nailed on display on the Rostra in the Forum along with his head, the only victim of the Triumvirate to be displayed like that.

I don’t personally know of any anecdotes of Hamilton comparing himself to Cicero, but I do know he would’ve read and translated Cicero’s speeches and philosophies, and I can definitely see why he would feel a kinship with his life story.  Here’s an article that discusses the allusion to Catiline.

tldr; Marcus Tullius Cicero and Alexander Hamilton were self-made men, “homines novi”, born in obscurity and rising quickly through the ranks of civil service positions through the merit of hard work, military service, and emergence into law.  Despite this, and even as effective supporters of centralized constitutional power, they were both shadowed by their inability to completely fit in with the upper-class aristocrats.  Both were gifted orators, political philosophers, and financial planners.  Characteristically self-righteous, they both refused to back down from their core political beliefs, even when that placed their own lives at risk, leading to both their unparalleled political rise as well as their ultimate downfall.

1839: The Treaty of Belgium
  • Belgium: big brother... please! My people can't deal with your kingdom anymore! It's better this way than being so awkward with each other!
  • Netherlands: I... I just can't accept myself to sign this. If I do, then you'll never be with me again...
  • Belgium: I'll be right next to you, brother. I'll be here; neutral and not too far away. Right, England?
  • England: yes. Um, Netherlands, it's important to recognise the needs for your sister to be independent... e-even though it's hard...
  • Netherlands: I don't need your boyfriend to tell me things he couldn't handle himself a century ago.
  • Belgium: e-either way, d-don't talk to him like that! He's only here trying to help, brother!
  • Netherlands: fine, then tell me what it is that I have to do to change?
  • Belgium: France, Protestantism, and Wiliam I.
  • Netherlands: well... that's impossible.
  • France: w-what??? What do you have against me???
  • Luxembourg: may I speak now...?
What taking Harry to meet your family would include

Allow me to be more focused on the latino community/culture in this piece. I promise I’ll be uploading a more ‘standard’ version (i.e. avoiding specifics that may make non-latinos feel excluded or don’t allow them to feel identified) so that anybody can have their fun. It’ll be on later tonight or later tomorrow but it’ll be on here. If you like it or want me to write this in Spanish please feel free to ask me, I’ll be more than glad to comply.

Without anything else to add… let’s get to the point!

  • Your family throwing an enormous party even if you told them that it was nothing. That ‘he’ll probably feel better if it’s only us, you know? He can meet the extended family later’
  • But of course, your mother didn’t listen to. Well, he tried - but how else was she supposed to make tamales without help? When she asked your aunt for the recipe of her delicious tamales de queso she, inevitably, asked ‘why?’ and your mother wanted to keep the secret for herself. She really did. She was not a chismosa, thank you very much. But she was so, so proud of you… and she missed you deeply, and your aunt was just asking how were you doing…
  • ‘She’ll bring her boyfriend’, she said, and there was a long pause at the other end of the line, followed by a long, tedious list of questions like ‘is he as handsome as he looks like in the TV?’ ‘where is he staying?’ ‘how long will he be here?’ ‘is he getting a hair cut?’ ‘are they serious then?’ and before your mother knew, the rest of your family were already expecting to meet him.

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lizardcool17  asked:

Prompt: Mickey accidentally summons an incubus named Emil and now he won't go away. (Sorry I couldn't help myself)

Oh my gosh, yes!
So, I had this idea that Mickey and the incubus meet every night and, even though he’s not the real Emil, Mickey pretends he is and cries after. The real Emil starts noticing that Mickey is upset and his concern only hurts him and it was going to be all drawn out and angsty…
But then I wrote this instead. ENJOY!! ♥

Michele was drawn from a peaceful sleep by delicious heat making its way up his spine. He shivered, his body free of clothing and covers and completely exposed to the cool air of his hotel room. He thought at first that Sara had stolen the blankets - as she often did - but then he remembered that they were not sharing a room this time.

He would have pondered the sudden chill more, but all thought fled from his mind when he felt something warm and wet on his inner thigh. The caress traveled up to his hipbone, where something - or someone - bit him.

Michele yelped and sat up, now fully awake. He kicked at whatever had been between his legs and grabbed for the sheet, pulling it up to his chin.

“W-Who’s there?” he asked, blindly reaching for the light. He knocked over the phone and a box of tissues before finally hitting the switch. The room was flooded with golden light from the bedside lamp. And there, at the end of his bed, rubbing his ribs with a pained look on his face was none other than, “Emil?”

“Yes?” the other man looked up, his familiar deep blue eyes glinting in the light. But wait, something was wrong. Michele blinked several times before rubbing at his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.

Emil had wings. Albeit tiny wings, but wings none the less. They were black and resembled those of a bat. And, sprouting from his dark sandy locks were two curved horns.

“Emil, what?”

“Emil, huh?” He smiled, no, grinned deviously. “So, that’s the form I’ve taken.” He crept closer, crawling on his hands and knees. Then he reached forward and plucked the sheets from Michele’s fingers, drawing them back and tossing them out of the way before once again kneeling before him.

“What’s going on?” Michele drew his brows down in confusion and yelped when Emil placed a hand on each of his knees, forcefully spreading his legs apart. “EMIL!” he shouted, scandalized. “What are you doing?!”

“What does it look like?” The other quirked a brow. “I’m eating.”

“E-E-E-” Michele stammered, unable to finish the word. 

“Now, be a good little boy and go back to sleep,” Emil purred, kissing the inside of Michele’s knee. “Or,” he looked up, eyes impossibly dark, “Stay up and enjoy it.”

Heat pooled in Michele’s stomach and between his legs as his heart did a little flip. But even though Emil looked amazingly sexy as he dotted a trail of searing kisses up Michele’s thigh, that didn’t mean Michele would forgive him for sneaking into the room and violating him.

“Emil, get a hold of yourself!” Michele growled, palming the other’s forehead and shoving him off. “What’s gotten into you?”

The other man huffed, his small black wings fanning out and a tail Michele hadn’t noticed before flicking from side to side in impatience.

“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”

“Easy? Emil what-”

“I’m not Emil.” He rolled his eyes. “I’d rather skip the explanation, but I’m curious.” He chewed on his lower lip - Emil’s lower lip? - and frowned. “We incubi have the ability to take on the form of the one you most desire. So, I’m wondering why you’re fighting me on-”

“The what?” Michele’s eyes were wide, his mouth agape.

“The one you most desire,” he repeated. “Your Emil.”

“Whoa, wait!” Michele held his hands up, his face burning. “Emil’s not my-”

“But clearly he is.” The fake Emil gave a little shrug. “Otherwise, I would have taken another form.”

Michele’s head was spinning. What was going on? He didn’t have feelings for Emil. Right? No, of course not! That was ridiculous. Even if the other skater had matured quite a bit - but no, no, no. And, wait, what was that about incubi?

“Anyway,” the fake Emil continued, “I’m starving, so if you wouldn’t mind-”

Just then, the electronic lock beeped and the hotel room door swung open.

“I wish you would have come with us, Mickey. The club was-” Emil froze, staring at them, his key card slipping from his fingers and hitting the carpet with a soft plop that seemed to echo in the small room.

Michele panicked. How could he have forgotten that he and Emil were sharing a room? And, more importantly, how was he supposed to explain why he was naked on the bed with another Emil between his legs?

“Um…” he began.

“Mickey.” Emil took a staggering step forward, the door closing behind him with a click. He glanced between them. “Why are there two of you?”

The incubus gave a toothy grin before winking at Michele. “Looks like I won’t be going home hungry after all.”

Thanks for this prompt!! ♥

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HQ!!AU┌  - Pacific Rim. “I’ll fight my best, and you’ll fight your best. That’s how we’re going to defeat them! ”

Kirk: I was amazed to discover that when he was saying “As you wish”, what he meant was, “I love you.” And even more amazing was the day I realized I truly loved him back. 

——————————–

Kirk: Hey spock
Spock: Yes, Jim?
Kirk: *eyebrow waggles, licks lips*
Spock:  Inconceivable
Kirk: *makes further rude gestures* I can help you conceive, yeah?
Spock: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

——————————————-

*Spock rushes into sick bay after an away mission*
Spock: Doctor, how bad is it?
Bones: It just so happens that your friend here is only MOSTLY dead. There’s a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive. *gentle slaps Kirk where he lost his shirt yet again* You mostly dead bastard. 

moosetique  asked:

Hi! At the end of the episode, when I was watching the scene where the boys were saying goodbye to Cas, I couldn't help myself but I had this terrible *kind of dramatic* thought about the potential death of Sam at the end of show. What if what Jack had learned from Sam (how to say goodbye and thank you to someone we love/care about) was use at the end of the show as Jack saying goodbye and THANK YOU to Sam's body and finding the correct words because Sam taught him how to care and *SOBBING*

On one hand, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, but on the other, yes please. I mean, oh my gosh, that’d be so horribly painfully perfect and the cyclical nature of it appeals to me like whoa. I need it. 

Thank you for this message. I will swim in the beautiful angst of this headcanon forever.

I Know I’ll Get It From A Good Friend (Update: Ch 5/7)

Clarke swears off dating for 6 months. Bellamy needs to get laid to move on from a bad breakup. The usual nonsense ensues.

Chapter 5 up now: Clarke joins the Blakes for Thanksgiving. Things don’t go exactly as expected.

Bellamy’s apartment was small, and sparsely decorated, but Clarke immediately felt at home there. The living room walls were lined with mismatched shelving, absolutely covered in books. The living room furniture was faced around a modest television set.

“God, Murphy, you’re so rude!” Octavia was reclining on the couch facing toward the kitchen, her injured foot elevated on a stack of cushions. “Sorry about that, Clarke. I’m so glad you could come!” Octavia’s smile could have lit up any room, Clarke was sure.

“Thanks for inviting me,” she replied. 

“Hey, friend.” Clarke turned behind her to see that Bellamy was standing in the middle of the kitchen, a dish towel thrown over his shoulder, holding a large mixing bowl. It was almost certainly the most endearing thing Clarke had ever seen. 

“Hey,” she smiled at him, “I brought wine. And cake.”

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