How to Be Single 2016



There’s a right way to be single, a wrong way to be single, and then…there’s Alice. And Robin. Lucy. Meg. Tom. David. New York City is full of lonely hearts seeking the right match, be it a love connection, a hook-up, or something in the middle. And somewhere between the teasing texts and one-night stands, what these unmarrieds all have in common is the need to learn how to be single in a world filled with ever-evolving definitions of love.

anonymous asked:

Wait, so your dad's a cop and your mom's a nurse. So you decided to combine the two and be a crime Doctor?

maybe! my parents say that all the time, that I wanted to take after both of them so I settled for somewhere in between. I think mums influence on my career choice was her interest in true crime and giving me all these murder books when I was little.

anonymous asked:

can you do singing headcanons for the neutral characters? please <3 (especially silas who has the voice of an angel, pun definitely intended)


  • Felicia - Probably a mezzo! She likes to sing while she’s working and has a very nice voice, confident and flowy, a contrast from her normal speaking voice. She always gets embarrassed when someone catches her singing, so she’ll resort to just humming when others are around. 
  • Jakob - He actually sucks at singing. He reprimands Felicia for singing on the job but it’s all out of jealousy. He has tried to sing Corrin a lullaby when he was younger but it failed SO bad he has never hummed or sung a single note since then, someone give the man a hug. 
  • Silas - He’s somewhere between a tenor and a baritone. He’s got a nice, smooth voice that you could listen to for hours and he could be singing something as stupid as “Lost in Tots all Alone” and still serenade you. 
  • Kaze - He’s got this REALLY sexy bass voice that will make half the people in the camp swoon and want to just get as close to him as possible because it’s effing EAR CANDY, like you could just go deaf after hearing him sing and still be satisfied with your life. 
  • Mozu - Aw, this bumpkin is a sweet alto, she’s got a very chirpy voice, that also manages to be rich and deep. It’s a very maternal singing voice that will honestly feel like the best massage your ears will ever receive. Mozu’s singing will probably make you forget about any stress and help you relax. 
  • Shura - He probably would have a baritone if he ever tries to perfect his singing abilities. Right now, they’re subpar but he’s got a lot of potential! His life as a pirate included your stereotypical drinking songs, which were sung in jest, never seriously. 
  • Izana - Oh no, he SUCKS lemons at singing, don’t ask him, he’ll break out into the scratchiest rendition of every Taylor Swift song ever and just make everyone’s ears BLEED. DO NOT dare Izana to sing, he’s worse than Jakob. 


  • M!Kana - He’s still a child so his voice has yet to come out, but it often cracks when he sings, but he doesn’t really care! Kana just goes right ahead singing and not caring about what happens, entertaining everyone with his desire to please, and no one is bothered by the broken voice because he’s adorable regardless. 
  • F!Kana - She sucks at singing, like really badly. Kana is always trying to be more like Shigure and be a better singer, asking him to give her tips, but nothing helps and Kana just tears up at that. But her friends are always there and sing along side her, so her less-than-perfect voice is masked. 
  • Shigure - He’s got a pretty tenor voice that flows smoothly and quickly, fleeting. It makes you want to hear him sing more often, because his notes never linger. His singing is so modest and delicate, you can never remember quite how his voice is, but you know it is amazing. 
  • Dwyer - He’s very good at singing, much to Jakob’s dismay. He’s got a nice baritone voice that is rather comforting, but not very showy and unique. It’s simple, but pleasant, and he’s more than happy to hum with you while he’s making coffee or something. 
  • Sophie - She’s a soprano! Sophie is remarkably good at singing, she’s got this amazingly high voice that everyone was shocked to hear, and Azura quickly decides to train this amazing prodigy, and even Shigure was jealous of her newfound skill. 
  • Midori - Oh, this child cannot sing to save her life! She’s tried to be more like her father and make everyone fall in love with her, but no amount of potions will improve her voice, no amount of begging Shigure to sing with her will help, she’s just a lost mess, but is always happy to encourage her musically apt friends to continue to sing for her, content to just hear them. 
Lesbian labels and Identities

Femme: A feminine lesbian.

Butch: A masculine lesbian.

Pumps: Another word for femme

Pants: Another word for butch

futch: a lesbian who has feminine looks but masculine dress and/or style. femme + butch = futch

Stud: a dominant lesbian, usually butch.

Stem: A stem is a lesbian who identifies somewhere between “stud” and “femme.”

Chapstick lesbian: A tomboy lesbian. Doesn’t quite fit the stud or femme description. Usually in between the two extremes. A lesbian who wears Chapstick rather than lipstick.

Lipstick lesbian: A lipstick lesbian is a woman who loves other women, but also loves her clothes and makeup and shoes. She tends to dress on the femmy side

Lipstick Mafia: Group of (generally Femme) lesbians who either 1) work to recruit new lesbians into the lesbian community or 2) form a close-knit protective circle around members of their group of friends. Move over, Sopranos! 

Squid: a lesbian covered in tattoos who emulates the tattoo/alternative style (the hipster of lesbians)

Bambi sexual: lesbian slang from 1989 book, Physical interaction centred more about touching, kissing, and caressing than around genital sexuality.  (x)

Kiki: 1940s slang for a lesbian comfortable with either a passive or aggressive partner.

*Depending on who you’re talking to these terms can have slightly different differentiations or mean slightly different things (p.s. pls add on terms you know!)

Trying very hard not to simply revisit the same places time and again, but there is something unique about early Spring that warrants a return to the familiar – bluebells and snowdrops carpeting greening meadows and rootlines, the trees still yawning after their winter slumber, cool shadows and warming sunlight trying to work out who’s turn it is. And the smell; somewhere between heady and clean, with just a hint of something decomposing, you know, for spice.

Hoping no one minds more shots from Christchurch and the surrounding rivers and marshes. The place is both beautiful and convenient, which speaks loudly when a few scraped hours need to count.

Speak soon and here’s to a sunny Bank holiday!



People have been asking about LDR’s specific tendency for quite some time now. I’ve given vague answers for myself when asked, since I kind of felt somewhere in the middle between anarchism and Marxism-Leninism; Greg, on the other hand, has been pretty consistent in the “ancom/syndicalist with a love for Marx” camp. Over the past few months, I’ve explored the tendencies a bit more and I think I’m most comfortable labeling myself a Libertarian Marxist, a council communist, or a Luxemburgist. This video by Rebel Absurdity gives a good outline of the ideas found in Libertarian Marxist camps. We have a critical support for the Russian Revolution and Lenin and Trotsky, we think that the organs of worker control ought to be through decentralized worker councils, and we place democracy at the forefront (I’ve probably said it 50 times during LDR’s run, but “autonomy in the personal, democracy in the social”). If I were to at any point label myself an ML, it would be in the “Marxism-Luxemburgism” sense – of the big name leftist figures after Marx, her philosophy has probably informed my ideas the most. 

All said, LDR will continue to remain broadly multi-tendency. Original posts by LDR will still have that Libertarian Marxist spin, but our main goals are to build class consciousness and give people an information outlet to learn more about socialism and the anti-capitalist left. 

Have a wonderful day, comrades!



I’m only just now realizing I didn’t watch a single movie this month! Maybe I’ll go see Keanu tonight.

Anyway, here’s all the stuff I’ve been watching, reading, hearing, and playing this month!


Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt (Episodes 2.01 to 2.11)
We seem to be in an age of rebellion-via-positivity and I love it! The discussions surrounding this show’s handling of race are totally justified and maybe it’ll spark even more change. With that said, this is still one of the most wonderfully silly shows and I love it.

Steven Universe (Episodes 2.22 to 2.29)
These latest episodes were fantastic! I’m having trouble describing the vibe but it’s somewhere between sentimental and formative. It just feels kind, you know?

Ricky & Morty (Episodes 2.01 to 2.05)
I’m really trying to take my time with this series because it’s so rich and I need to properly appreciate every morsel. Plus ep 2 of this season features Andy Daly as a chipper assassin so what’s not to love?

Brooklyn Nine-Nine (Episodes 3.11 to 3.20)
Gosh I loved Jason Mantzoukas’ character and hope he comes back forever.

Another Period (Episodes 1.08 to 1.10)
After a month’s hiatus, it took a full episode to get back into the tone of the series. With that said, the season ends strongly and it’s worth the binge watch (stick with it for at least 3 eps before deciding to continue or abandon). 


The Rabbit Back Literature Society by Pasi Ilmari Jääskeläinen
(Page 155 of 343)
A book about authors feels a little…self-serving, but this is so much more than that! I think there’s a mythological element hidden just below the surface and the whole thing has a very Twin Peaks vibe (not my realization; it was mentioned in a review on the back of the book).

Pyramids by Terry Pratchett
Not one of my favourite’s of Pratchett though still great. It’s interesting to see that there weren’t any sequels with these particular characters and perhaps that says something? Probably not the best entry point or one that I’d immediately recommend buuuuuut still a solid entry. 

Dragonball 3-in-1 Volume 1 by Akira Toriyama
I’m conflicted. On one hand, the treatment of women in here is what you’d expect for an 80s shonen series (i.e. not great). On the other hand, the characters are super fun (when they’re not being absolute perverts) and the world is beauuuuuuutiful! I’m gonna try another volume and hopefully everything evens out a bit.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The IDW Collection Volume 2 by Kevin Eastman, Tom Waltz, and too many rad artists to list
This series is soooooooo good! I loved Andy Kuhn’s Michelangelo one-shot in Volume 1 so I was stoked to see him doing a run in this collection. The tone is a lovely balance of light-hearted/funny while still a little dangerous. Volume 3′s August release can’t come soon enough and seriously, if you like the TMNT then pick up the first collection.

The Sandman Volume 5 by Neil Gaiman, Shawn McManus, Colleen Doran, Bryan Talbot, George Pratt, Stan Woch, & Dick Giordano
Okay. Morpheus is almost completely absent in this volume and it really bummed me out. I appreciate the anthological nature of the book, but I reeeeeeally want a little more Morpheus adventures. Hopefully he’s around a little more in volume 6! 


Tell Me Stories With Paula Allen (Podcast)
I’m only a few eps into this but it’s been great so far! I don’t know of many interview shows focusing on independent musicians so not only do you get a few stories but I’m also discovering a bunch of rad new bands as well.

Fade to Bluegrass by Iron Horse (2003)
All of the energy with non of the angst.


Dungeons & Dragons Princes of the Apocalypse (Wizards of the Coast)
We just fought a chimera.

And that’s pretty much it! As always, I’d love to get more recommendos on stuff to see/listen to/read/play.

So like. I got a bird feeder for my boyfriends front yard so our cats could watch birds cause I’m a fucking crazy cat lady like something ridiculous.

We have a pair of nesting Doves in his backyard, a pair of Quails that are nesting near by, and today I spotted a Female Mountain Blue Jay and I just looked them up, and their pattern can change when they’re nesting to make them look more “male” cause she was vibrantly blue but still had plenty of grey on her (which I thought was odd. Most lady birds are duller colors and the male birds can be VERY vibrant, and she was like, somewhere in between.) anyways I think we have a nesting mountain blue jay in the yard too!! I set out a bunch of sunflower seeds I had left over from last year and the birds went nuts over it, on top of the feeder I have in the front yard and the feeder Wes has in the back yard.

Seriously. When did my life turn into enjoying bird watching so immensely?

I want to like, discuss it. I’m excited to see the doves hatch and learn to fly.

I hope to catch more sights of the Blue Bird. I love the weird little sparrows that hang around and chatter and bounce and forage and keep my kittens entertained. We even have some sort of Hawk that circles (and makes me a bit concerned for the chicks when they hatch. But still cool to see a hawk!)

For the record, I’m going to be 25 soon. Not 65.


Late night is when I do my best thinking. As I sit here studying for finals I ask myself what does my future hold, but more importantly what do I want out of it?

I realize I am not on the “other side”. My business could still fail. I could still not graduate. By many standards of success I’m still somewhere in the middle.

I have no idea where I’m going with this but I just remember one of my favorite quotes by Steve Jobs

 “ You can’t connect the dots looking forward you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something: your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. Because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well worn path.”

So. I say to myself, and everyone who’s somewhere in between, to just keep going. The only wrong decision is to stop moving. Decide what you want. It’s okay if it changes. But make steps to get it. Sometimes you will have no idea what to do, but you just have to trust that the dots will connect. 

anonymous asked:

Ich mag es einfach nicht! Komplett dunkele Vergangenheit! Jetzt benutze ich nur das(?) Langblr und kann damit Fragen nicht stellen

dunkele vergangenheit omg hahaha und ja in ordnung keine sorge lol

honestly you have no idea how relatable this is i just wanna hug shosty. real advice: read up about symphony 9 and you’ll find out he wasn’t always sad he was also a sassy fucker

shut up you’re good

i’m actually c minor i’m just hiding my b natural in a pocket deep in my suit (lol kidding. c minor is gr8 but it’s no e flat major)

oh sweet summer child, how wrong you are ~

don’t ask my anons for portuguese tips unless you want his portuguese tip unless you want portuguese chatup lines

typically no, they say either skwiwwel or skvirrhel (rrh = german rolled R)

yeah okay tell that to german (warteschleife/warteschlange). as for what is it, you upload things to your queue and they get released on your blog at an even rate of somewhere between 1-50 posts/day (you choose the exact number)

hä okay aber warum bitte

fucking fight me


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mrsyamaneko asked:

Do you just whip these stories up and out when you have an idea or do you have many drafts you bring back up and polish off before going public? Or somewhere in between? Love reading your content, bet you could potentially publish like Stephen King.

Thank you for the message :) I come up with them and write each one from beginning to end in the space of 1-3 hours. I don’t do any drafting. 

zimbooty asked:

how old do you headcanon Opal to be? She's somewhere between old enough to speak and young enough to be referred to as Orphan GIRL rather than say Orphan WOMAN, but sometimes I picture her 6-8 and sometimes I picture her 11-13 so I was wondering what your thoughts are?

i was just talking about this with @jehanthepoet this afternoon! of course, the issue is that she’s not human, she’s a weird dreamt psychopomp satyr thing who never aged in ronan’s head and might not age in the real world either. so the question isn’t so much how old she is (what’s age to something that was never born?) but how old she looks and acts, which, in my opinion, is most likely somewhere from 6 to 8 years old. reasoning, based on my own experiences working with elementary schoolers:

  • she’s always referred to as a girl or child
  • she’s small/light enough that ronan can carry her
  • she’s short–ronan and adam both have to crouch to talk to her, and her head seems to be pretty much level with their forearms/elbows when standing (see: kissing adam’s arm in chapter 59), which is a pretty typical height for a 6-, 7-, or 8-year-old
  • her behavior isn’t completely human, but it’s still generally pretty comparable to kids of that age group (pretty smart, self-aware, and aware of other people, but still very childlike and heavily emotion-driven)

so yeah. she’s not really human since she was never born and existed agelessly in ronan’s mind for years before she existed in the physical world, but she’s most comparable to a 6-to-8-year-old child.


The streets of Brooklyn are full of people. It is, after all, a Saturday night. Spirits are high, the weather is clear, and the residents of MacNamara Tower are at work or asleep. It’s quiet, it’s calm. A place for everything and everything in its place.

At least, that is, until the first bomb goes off. The Penthouse Suite is the first thing to go up in flames. The noise is loud enough to wake the whole city and shake the foundation of the Tower to its very core. There isn’t even a full 30 seconds before the second bomb goes off, somewhere between the first floor and the Penthouse Suite a small vibration could be heard before a blast so loud and so hot that everyone within a thirty foot radius was lost on impact. And, nearly immediately after that, the bomb located in the lobby went off, sending tremors through the entire building.

The night is no longer sleepy. Now the night is full of fire, fear, and flight.

We’d like to welcome our players, new and old, to Sinners and Saints’ first official event: Perestroika.

The Tower has been bombed not once, but three times. The building is actively burning, people are separated, some are trapped, and only a small handful actually made it out of the building.

We ran everyone’s name through a randomizer to come up with a few groups to help us determine where people wound up, to keep things even and fair and to encourage people who don’t normally write together to come together to plot. The groups are as follows:

  • GROUP 1 || Benjamin Sharp, Lucas Roosevelt, Preston Carter, Mickey Flynn, Shuck Doe, and Delaney MacNamara are all together stuck in the basement. When the first bomb went off, they ran underground assuming it would be safer there (or another variation on that theme, this is clearly up to the players to decide how their characters wound up in the basement.) Because you are in the Basement where the majority of the punishment/torture goes on, you are surrounded by tools of all kinds (anything from chainsaws to nail files, there is seriously everything down there.) What you do not have, however, is food and water. The fire is burning above you, the building threatening to collapse. You must get out somehow.
  • GROUP 2 || Daithi MacNamara, Caius Elsaeid, Rush-Wyn Wilder, Marcus Ainsley, and Lochlan McDevitt are all stuck on the Casino side of the first floor. The door to the outside is blocked by debris and flame. You are without anything to protect yourself, save for whatever weaponry your character might have on them at the time of the bombing. You do, however, have booze and bar-snacks.
  • GROUP 3 || Wyatt Denver, Lawrence Boyd, Holden Lafayette, Dashiell van der Woodsen, Gunner Sinclair, and Emmett McMillin are the known survivors. They all managed to bolt from the building when they heard the first bomb explode from somewhere high above them. They have the ability to run, should they be stupid enough to do so. They also have all the resources the outside world has to offer. However, they do have to mind what they say and what they do while outside. Chaos breeds chaos, and anyone unlucky enough to get caught thriving off of this situation will meet the harshest of ends.
  • GROUP 4 || Bellamy MacNamara, Edric Wescott, Leo Gilles, Chase Donovan, Ethan Green and Gregory Taylorsen are stuck between the Penthouse and the lower floors, above where the second bomb struck. They have access to whatever rooms they can find with Bellamy’s master key-card, but the ground is shaky, fire and falling debris is a large concern, and one wrong move could mean the end.
  • GROUP 5 || Rupert Hastings, Jakob Anderson, Theodore Harris, Jimmy Morgan, Dexter Massey, and Pacey Steward are all stuck on the ground level, except they are stuck in the Commons. They have access to whatever non-perishable foods they can find in the bedrooms there, but are without tools or weaponry.
  • GROUP 6 || Kiran Ackley, Callum Wesley, Maverick Turner, Emrys O'Shae, and Cain Potter are all missing in action. It is up to the players to determine where they are at inside of the building and (reasonably) what supplies they can find to survive while they either wait to be rescued or try to find the others, and a way out. Meeting up with each other is absolutely acceptable here.

Some things to keep in mind: 

  • We’d like to clarify that this doesn’t mean you have to write in one giant 5-6 person thread. We highly encourage everyone to write with all the people in their group, if possible. For the first few days, it would make sense if you only wrote with the people in your group, but as that can be limiting you are welcome attempt to (reasonably) plot out how to reach others. Plot, have fun, wreak havoc, and figure out a way for your characters to survive this devastating blow.
  • Along with this posting will be a wave of asks coming to a few of your ask boxes. People from each group were selected randomly to be injured in some way, shape, or form. We highly encourage you to use this to aid you and your group in an additional, problem-solving scenario. However, if you are seriously opposed to the placement of your character or the injury randomly given to you, please message the main and we’ll work something out.
  • We ask that all starters between here and the end of the event are event related and are tagged in some way that lets everyone know that it is event related. The official tag the main will be using is ‘event: perestroika’. You are, of course, welcome to finish up any old threads should you choose to do so. If you want to tag your starter with your group number to make it easier for others to know who to reply to at first, feel free to do so.
  • As always, with any questions, please feel free to send us an ask and we’ll get back to you with answers as soon as possible.
  • Sinners and Saints: Perestroika begins officially at midnight, EST.

Good luck, Sinners and Saints. We hope to see all of you on the other side.

As a side note: any applications we get during the event period (approx. the next ten days) will be reviewed and, if accepted, the new characters will be placed on the outside with the lists of known survivors.

What is the color of love?
Does she sit amongst the lily pads, and the dragonflies
and all the other things which deny the
inevitable drowning our world prescribes?
A pill, full of ocean and land-mines and people like you
who pay no mind to the pull of the tide.
As we walk along this beach
I look back and see only my footprints
while yours are swept away to some
far-away place where the desert swallows
storm-clouds whole and the air cracks
like saltines in your mouth. Show me what 
it feels like to lose a limb; tear yourself away
from me and then leave without looking back
to see how much I bleed.
How many of the great lakes do I have to paint
red before you understand you left
the other half of you somewhere between
Chicago and Detroit? Perhaps love dresses
in all the maroons of Arizona sunset. Perhaps
blood, is her favorite color.
—  Mixing desert sand and ocean salt - Grayson Alexander

Quite possibly had the best date of my life today. Started with banana pancakes and coffee. Ended with Scott pilgrim and wine. Somewhere in between there was goats and bikes. Good end to the semester. Might be almost ready to take on that thesis.