re-imagined citadel dlc photo because bioware, you can’t give me a dlc specifically dedicated to proving how much this ridiculous ragtag group of buddies love each other like family, and then give me their drunken houseparty photo… where they’re all standing in strict lines at military attention not touching each other????? like, I get it, making people interact in video games isn’t easy, but that weirdly awkward photo did break my game immersion somewhat. I haven’t been to a drunken houseparty in about five years but I can tell you, they’re gonna cram as many people as possible onto that sofa, and most of them are gonna be distracted well before the photo gets taken.
TOP ROW: steve and vega are on krogan-wrangling duty. steve is better at it. zaeed wants wrex’s drink umbrella but wrex is watching him closely to make sure he puts it the fuck back.
jack’s just…jack. miranda was meant to be looking kind of disgusted like “ugh really?” but I realised as I was colouring it looks like she was about to say something and got, um, distracted by jack’s tongue soooo……… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
its definitely canon that samara L O V E S babies and excited-daddy-to-be jacob would deffs have baby scans to show anyone and everyone.
BOTTOM ROW: kaidan “biotic beefcake” alenko unfortunately ends up next to garrus “unreasonably bulky armour” vakarian, and is torn between “YES FRIENDS :D” and “dear god shepard your feet s t i n k” (she fell through a fishtank yesterday kaidan give her a break). sam is tipsy enough to find this all hilarious. shepard’s the only sober one there but she’s still bein a little shit and lounging over everyone because drunk garrus is handsy garrus. liara’s trying to point out that javik’s passed out to tali but its a miracle that tali’s even sitting upright after being blasted on the bathroom floor for like an hour, so its not very effective. kasumi’s trying to convince joker that his hat would make a lot on the merch market and he’s saying that if she tries it he’ll sic edi on her (edi won’t do anything but her Disappointed Face is absolutely Devastating). javik passed out like five minutes ago and let me say, if all he gets is a bit of paper taped to his head, he gets off INCREDIBLY lightly.
If Attack on Titan was in the style of “The Office”
Eren: *gets to work two hours before everyone else*
“HAHA those cowards. If they were real soldiers then they would be here early like me!”
*wakes up as everyone is going home and realizes he slept through the entire work day*
*explains to Mikasa and Armin that it was the fault of the titans”
Mikasa: *glares angrily at Eren flirting with Levi*
“There’s no one here that I hate. However, if a certain individual in the survey corps were to suddenly catch fire and I was the only one who had a bucket of water…I’d drink the water.”
*smiles evilly at Levi*
Armin: *chaos erupting behind him*
“In my opinion, do I think I am smarter than everyone else?”
*turns around to see everyone being dumb and building on fire*
“I would say it’s more of a fact.”
Jean: *staring at Marco*
“Who do I think is the hottest in the trainee corps?”
*shot of Marco doing something so unbelievably adorable and Jean blushing*
“Yeah…I’d have to say me.”
Marco: *smiling into the camera looking all cute*
“I know I said I’d wait till marriage but Jean told me that God can’t see in the dark.”
Reiner: *looking at Connie doing something stupid*
“Connie is the Survey Corps idiot. No one really knows how he is still alive.”
Bert: *looks anxiously into the camera*
“So umm….do you guys like….always record us…..even when we are having private conversations?”
*shot of Bert and Reiner and Annie talking about being Titans*
“Because ummm…..if you do…..that’s not cool bro.”
Annie: *rolling her eyes*
“Look I’m here for two reasons and two reasons only. One, to get me a piece of that blonde booty over there
*shot of Armin holding back Eren from punching Jean*
and two, to murder everyone in their sleep.”
Sasha: *looking blankly into the camera and smiling*
“Every once in a while they make me murder a giant naked person. At first I was opposed to it but then I started noticing that every time I kill one they feed me. So here I am.”
Connie: *wearing a pink toupee*
“Reiner said pink really brings out my eyes”
*Reiner laughing his ass off in the back*
“I think he’s right cause everyone in the trainee corps won’t stop staring at me.”
*everyone in the back rolling on the floor crying of laughter*
Erwin: *on the topic of Levi*
“I’m not really sure what Levi does around here. He kind of just showed up and started killing Titans. I remember that day very clearly because my eyebrows were the fleekiest they have ever been. Did I say that right? Fleekiest? Fleeky? Fleek? I’m not sure, I heard a child say it once so I thought I’d sprinkle it into my vocabulary to make me sound hipper.”
Levi: *sleeping in a chair* *talking in his sleep*
“Yeah……oh yeah….you’re so dirty. You’re a dirty little cabinet aren’t you?”
*wakes up and sees camera*
“Do you really have to record me while I sleep? Don’t you guys ever have to take a shit?”
Hanji: *takes off her glasses*
“Oh these things? They’re fake. I wear them to make myself look smarter. They actually impair my vision quite severely. But you have to pick and choose your battles, am I right?”
*points finger guns at camera and winks*
Moblit: *Hanji causes a science experiment to explode causing Moblit to lose his eyebrows*
“Honestly, at this point, I’m not even mad at her. I’m just mad at myself.”
Squad Levi: *Gunther, Eld, and Oluo wrapping each other in scotch tape* *Petra shaking her head in disapproval*
Petra- “I used to partake in their shenanigans until one day I realized I wasn’t 6 years old.”
(I wish I could draw these but I cannot draw) *cries*
He has to wait until Dean and Sam are sleeping, and he spends that first night just figuring out how Dean’s old boom box works.
And of course, all the music he has to choose from in the bunker already belongs to Dean, which he didn’t think about beforehand, so he has to spend another several nights making a list of all the music Dean already owns, then researching to find music to add to Dean’s collection.
And then it takes another few nights to settle on exactly the right songs, every single one chosen for a reason, a reason he hopes Dean will understand.
Buying the music and actually recording each song onto a blank tape is the easiest part of his endeavor, though it’s just as time consuming as the rest. It’s another week of stolen nights, hiding in a corner of the bunker he hopes they never use, pushing buttons over and over until he has a tape full of songs he hopes Dean will love.
“Here” he finally says, thrusting the tape at Dean the first second they’re alone.
He’s a little nervous, but he can’t stop the proud smile on his face. Surely Dean will love this as much as Cas loves the tape Dean made for him.
“What is this?” Dean’s staring down at the tape like he’s confused, even though it’s clearly labeled, and Cas’ nerves kick into high gear. Did he do something wrong?
“It’s-it’s a mixtape. Like the one you made me. I picked all the songs myself.”
Dean looks up to meet Cas’ eyes. “Did you use my tapes?”
Cas shakes his head. “No, I bought new music you didn’t already own.”
It takes a moment, and Cas isn’t sure what Dean’s facial expression means, but then he’s being pulled into Dean’s arms. He lands against Dean’s chest with a thud, has to pull his own arms out of Dean’s tight hold to hug him back.
“Thanks, Cas,” Dean murmurs, so close to Cas’ ear that his breath tickles.
“You’re welcome, Dean.”
Dean leads Cas to his bedroom, where they can listen to the songs Cas has chosen.
Where they can listen and laugh and be alone together.
When you talk about yourself or talk to yourself or you have that tape running in your head about yourself try to picture you talking to your own daughter or your younger sister because you would tell your younger sister or your daughter that she was beautiful and you wouldn’t be lying because she is and so are you.
Impostor syndrome is a psychological condition where people are unable to believe in their successes. Thus, despite the evidence that points to the fact that they are skilled, capable and competent they write this off as temporary – or timing and good luck. Thus, they constantly struggle with feeling like a fraud.
So what are some ways that you can counteract this syndrome?
1. Admit this is something that you suffer from. When we know we’re not alone, and our symptoms have a name (because they are part of an identified disorder) it can help disperse the feelings of anxiety and shame.
2. Distinguish between facts and feelings. Everyone feels stupid and inept at times. That doesn’t mean we’re stupid. Our feelings aren’t facts. So try to be objective - and seek out the real truth.
3. Don’t demand perfection. It is good to set goals and have high standards for yourself. However, it’s unhealthy to obsess over every little thing. You’ll simply waste a lot of time and never feel quite satisfied. And all of us are human and make lots of mistakes.
4. Take a look at the rules you have imposed upon yourself. Are you saying to yourself: “I have to always get it right”;”I should never ask for help”; or “It is bad to make mistakes”? These are misguided rules that undermine your self-esteem. They set you up for failure as they close the door to help.
5. Change the tapes in your head. Instead of constantly repeating faulty self-destructive thoughts (such as “Wait till they discover just how useless I am”) replace it with a thought that builds esteem and confidence. (Such as, “I’m better at this now as I know what I am doing … It’s so much easier when you’ve been here for a while.”)
6. Don’t look to others to affirm your success. Don’t look to other people to rate and judge your work. Set your own personal goals, and mark your progress and success.
7. Fake it till you make it. Almost every individual who succeed in life has a period when they’re acting, as they don’t feel confident. It doesn’t mean that they’re a failure, a fake or a fraud. It means that they’re still learning, and are not afraid to try.
Fandom: Marvel Ship: Peter Parker x Reader Requested: Yes Genre: Neutral/Fluff Warnings: Nerves A/N: A huge thanks to @hands1766/@darlingholland for helping me with the playlist!! And thank you to @scooblesnack for recommending the last song I needed for this playlist!! I couldn’t hyperlink it, so just copy and paste the link below into a browser to listen to it. Part OnePart TwoPart Four
*LISTEN TO PETER’S PLAYLIST HERE: spotify:user:parkersenses:playlist:54oPuLDdS1ihTiK6CUmWir*
Holding the cassette tape with shaking hands, Peter walked through the crowded hallways of Midtown High. The whole day of Friday classes had passed, and everyone was scurrying towards the school doors to begin their weekend. Peter, on the other hand, was searching for you.
The two of you had had multiple classes together throughout the day, and he spoke to you in every one. You sat together at lunch, as always, and Peter still couldn’t find it in himself to give you the mixtape. There was a nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him that you didn’t feel the same way, that you would laugh in his face and walk away if he tried to give you the cassette.
But he was determined to do it now, as he looked every which way for your familiar face. He needed to get it over with now, or he didn’t think he would ever do it.
You were nowhere to be found. You hadn’t been at your locker, and when Peter checked at his locker, you weren’t there either. He looked in the class he knew you had last, and he was only met with an empty classroom. He was beginning to panic. He wanted to get this done; he needed to get it done.
Peter was still holding the cassette tape, still trembling head to toe. “Ned!” He shouted, walking quickly over when he saw someone who might know where you were. “Have you seen (Y/N)?”
Ned turned around to face him, looking at his best friend, confused at his urgency. “Uh, yeah, actually-”
“Where is she?” Peter cut him off, bouncing on his toes, ready to start running.
“I was gonna tell you, calm down,” Ned said, eyebrows furrowing. “I just saw her heading out the front doors. Wait,” he paused, eyes widening. “Are you gonna do i-”
“Thanks!” Peter said and darted off, not listening to the rest of Ned’s words.
“Good luck!” He heard him yell after him, although Peter couldn’t find it in himself to smile. His nerves were darting rampantly inside him, making everything too hard to concentrate on.
He sprinted his way through the halls, and he didn’t think he had ever felt his life be more on the line than in this moment. He looked around frantically when he arrived near the front doors, although he still couldn’t see you. He sighed, knowing you had already left. He ran through the doors, lightly shoving some other students out of his way. He didn’t listen to their complaints.
A rush of fresh air hit his face when he crashed through the doors, and he breathed deeply, stopping on the stairs to catch his breath. He was still looking around, searching for the deep blue Midtown sweatshirt he knew you were wearing. But so many kids were wearing the same sweatshirt, and he couldn’t seem to pick you out of the crowd.
So he resorted to screaming.
“(Y/N)!” He waited for you to turn around towards him after his scream, and a few kids did turn, but only to stare at him with an odd expression. “(Y/N)!” He screamed again, and he wasn’t sure he had ever been so loud before in his life.
He kept on yelling, and he grew to not care about the stares aimed at him. And when he felt an arm on his shoulder, he whipped around, ready to fight whoever was coming to judge him to his face.
But instead, he broke out into a smile.
“(Y/N),” he let out a breath, and he watched as you tilted your head at him with furrowed eyebrows. He slipped the mixtape into his pocket gently, not wanting you to see it until the final moment. “What’s going on, Peter? I could hear you from-”
“I need to talk to you,” he interrupted. There was no more time. He had to do it now. “Ned said you were leaving, so, hence the calling your name.”
“Calling my name?” You laughed, now looking at him with fond eyes. “More like screaming.” Peter laughed too, letting his shoulders sag slightly. He needed to calm down if he wanted to do this right.
“I forgot something at my locker, so I went back. What did you need me for?” You continued, and Peter stiffened up again.
“Uh, can we go inside and talk?” He fidgeted when you nodded, and he walked back into the school. You followed him as he made his way into an empty classroom, and he closed the door behind you.
“What is this about, Peter?” You asked, an edge of concern to your voice.
“I, um, uh,” he stuttered. It was finally time, and he didn’t even know how to begin. This had to be perfect.
“We’ve been friends for awhile now, (Y/N). Or, it feels like it, right?” He asked, but when you nodded your head, he didn’t pay attention. He was trying to think of where to go with this. “And I’d like to think that, that we’ve grown close since, since then,” and he shook his head. This was sounding much too cliché for someone like Peter Parker.
“Look, (Y/N),” he sighed when he looked up from the ground to see the worried look on your face.
“Peter?” You said slowly, quietly.
He pulled the cassette tape out of his pocket carefully, holding it in both hands. He forced himself not to shake. “This is for you,” he nearly whispered. He didn’t give it to you just yet, still looking at it.
“Um,” he continued, now looking up at you to see your eyes the widest he was sure they had ever been. “Here’s my heart, basically,” Peter said, laughing slightly at himself.
This was the final moment.
He held the mixtape out to you, taking one last look at the message he left on the front of the cassette in black sharpie before you took it into your hands.
“And you’re holding it in your hands, so just, try to be gentle,” he tried to joke, but he couldn’t have been more serious. He still gave you a soft smile, the one he only reserved for you. “Just listen to everything on it. And I think you’ll know what I’m trying to say.”
And he took a step backwards towards the door, watching as you stared down at the message he left for you. But he saw you nod, so he turned around and walked out of the door, letting out a heavy breath with his heart beating rapidly.
And when he glanced back before the door closed behind him, he saw you still looking down at the cassette, but a smile now forming on your face.
Do you like science? Because I’ve got my ion you.
**************************** Alright well I was planning on ending it for part three, but I guess I’ll do another part?? Would anyone actually like another part?? Please let me know what you think of this one!! Requests are open :)
“For the last two months, I’ve been immersed in the fascinating world of paranormal investigation. Full disclosure: I love ghost stories. Even if you don’t really believe in ghosts, it’s fun to suspend disbelief. You dim the lights, set the mood, and tell the scariest story you can think of. And it’s fun because we know it’s probably not real. Ghosts don’t actually exist.
Acting to mid-air is odd. There’s a perverse pleasure to it when you get it right, but often you don’t. Aliens are really hard. On the second one [Star Wars: Episode II] I was doing the scene with those tall ones - actually, I quite fancied the female one - and they’ve got actors there who will actually be providing the voices for the characters. They wore blue hard hats with cardboard cut-outs of heads taped on top of them. So you’ve got to remember not to talk to the people but to talk to the hats.
stampnicole Sometimes the best place for a microphone battery pack is in your boot, which means a 4-foot cable is run up your leg and torso all the way to the mic head that’s taped to your sternum. And it feels reeeal personal when that cable gets pulled out.
I took this video about 40 minutes after #CarmillaS3 wrapped. At this point Elise had been crying- first as an actor and then as a human- for minimum 4 hours, and the cast and crew were hyper, exhausted, weepy, and loopy.
As Sean pulled the cable out of Elise’s clothing she giggled like a loon and hopped around like a pixie for a good 15 seconds before I managed to capture this little moment on video. This is everything I like about Elise in 4 goofy seconds- here’s someone who possesses both the discipline to work herself to the point of near-collapse and yet also has the warmth to be funny and open with everyone around her despite exhaustion.
Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?
Characters: Dean, Reader, a smidgen of Sam
Word Count: 1,638
Warnings: injury with lots of blood, mild language, some snark, some fluff, some questioning of coffee stipulations
A/N: There should only be one more part to go… But my brain sometimes scraps those plans. Thanks for all the love you guys have shown me for this :)
Beta’d by: @wheresthekillswitch - “I freaking love all of this fic but especially this part.” <– you guys should guess which section she meant
Also beta’d by: @hannahindie - “the patented ‘voice raises three octaves when a Winchester drops trou three feet away from you’.”
“She’s losing a lot of blood. Why aren’t we going to the hospital, Dean?”
“Because if she lives through this she’ll kill me for taking her there.”
“I care about her, too. She’s family. Don’t I get a say in this?”
“Sam, just drive.”
“Don’t you dare leave me. You hear me, Y/N? Don’t you dare. Sam would never let me hear the end of it. And you still owe me ten dollars from that bet in Wyoming. So… just keep breathing, okay? You’re still here. I’ve got you.”
I woke up screaming, my hands flying up to tear away the blinding pain and sharp jabs from the base of my skull. Strong hands grabbed my wrists, pulled them to my front and trapped them within a single hand’s grasp while the other pushed my hips down firmly to fight against my thrashing. Another set of hands were on the side of my neck, my left temple, efficiently keeping my head still. I felt trapped, felt the tears spill over as I tried to move away again.
“Y/N! It’s Dean. It’s just me and Sam. Hey, look at me.”
My eyes were swollen and heavy as I opened them, squinting in the too bright light and aimlessly flickering as they searched for something to focus on. I found a dark red stain on the fabric in front of me and stared at it until its edges lost their fuzziness. I was lying on my side, on a bed, and as more and more red spots came into focus I realized what they were. That’s my blood. That’s a lot of my blood.
May you please do one where the reader likes wearing short shorts around the house and dan and Phil think they’re teasing them? Smut at the end maybe? Thnx x x - Anon
It was finally spring and you were going to take full advantage. You had pulled out the shorts that you had to hide away for two seasons. You and the boys were going to hang out to enjoy the spring by going to get a coffee and then sit indoors with the windows open while doing some work.
Walking to the boy’s door you couldn't help the smirk on your face. It was a beautiful day and you were about to spend it with two cuties. You and Phil had been friends forever. After he introduced you to Dan it was like he was like you had found your long lost friend. You swore the two of you were best friends in a past life.You called Phil to tell him to bring his ass downstairs.
“Moshi Moshi!” You shook your head even if he couldn’t see it he had a feeling you were giving him the look through the phone.