sometimes i actually make things

Based on @paperficwriter‘s Genos headcanon(s)!

Computer Science job fair at my University
  • Photographer: Hello, would you two be willing to take a picture with the gentlemen at the booth over there, for publicity purposes?
  • Friend & I: Sure!
  • Guy at booth: So, what are you girls doing here? It's not like you're interested in comp sci, right?
  • Friend & I: Bye!
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Here is the scene that made me realise I will forever love the 1990 Phantom of the Opera miniseries more than Alw’s musical. Notice how in this scene Christine admits she loves Erik, but she’s also very aware of the difference between platonic love and romantic love. I really like this adaptation because it acknowledges that platonic love exists and is just as valid as romantic love.

ooc:: it is one of those nights where one simple thing really makes you pissed off and dampers you mood for the remainder of the evening.

My favorite thing about the steter fandom is that there isn’t a lot of drama (at least from what I get out of it) mostly it’s just some random person being like “Steter is disgusting and wrong” and we’re like…well you aint wrong, here’s 100k of sick daddy kink, serial killer!peter, and near non-con!

I’m realizing that I can look back on bad times and reconcile who I was then with who I am now. I can miss certain things even if life was very toxic, as well as the people in it at that time. It’s okay to reminisce with a tinge of longing, while simultaneously accepting that it was the best thing to move out of that stage of my life. And that regardless of how hopeless things sometimes feel, I am actually making progress. Sometimes achingly, maddeningly slow. But progress nonetheless.

anonymous asked:

i just wanted to say that finding your blog really helped me a lot throughout the years. we've never met or talked but you've always been like a presence in my life through thg and then hxh and on, so i just wanted to thank you and say that i really do appreciate your existence.

Originally posted by nkfrov

….anon! i don’t even know what to say. this message is like, a sunny spot on the carpet where i cuddle with my dog after days of gloomy gray skies. 

thank you so much for taking the time to send it. god, what a good thing to wake up to. 

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I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself. 
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I want to be the air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe.
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When the walls come down, when the thunder rumbles, when nobody else is home, hold my hand, and I promise I won’t let go. x

Double Agent Vader fic: Decryption Codes

This one is technically the prequel to the previous two: Leia’s first meeting with Vader…and her first meeting with Ekkreth.

Leia is 16 in this fic, and sometimes it shows. (Teenage Rebel princess, fighting the man with encrypted information and embarrassing doodles of the Emperor.)

Decryption Codes

Leia Organa, newly appointed Imperial Senator for Alderaan, had been quite thoroughly briefed before her arrival on Coruscant.

There’d been the private meeting with the Queen (which was really just a chat over breakfast – it was hard to maintain formality when the Queen was also your mother). There’d been the official briefing with the Queen’s Council, and the extensive reading she’d been given on the history of her position, her role and responsibilities as a representative of Alderaan, and a good deal of background material on the history of the Imperial Senate and its various members. There’d been the official welcome packet from Coruscant (which she found much less useful, but which she read through anyway).

And there had been the other briefing. This one was conducted secretly, in a room swept three times for bugs, and no records of the meeting were ever made. She left it with codes, names, and numbers committed to memory, and the knowledge that she held a world’s fate in her hands.

None of those briefings had prepared her for meeting Darth Vader.

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