the people have spoken! :')

college gothic
  • someone in your class mentions communism. they speak about it at length. you are in biology class.
  • you text your mother. she does not respond for 3 days. you text her again and then realize that it has only been 2 hours since your first text.
  • freshmen travel in packs. what are they afraid of.
  • your class is in room 153. the numbers start at 201. you cannot find the first floor.
  • someone is talking about communism. it is not the same person as last time. this is an english class.
  • your transcript says you have an A in philosophy 3310. you do not remember taking this class. what did you learn? what did you do?
  • you meet your elevator buddy. you do not speak. you never do. you ride in silence. one day, they are not there. you miss them.
  • your advisor refers you to the registrar. the registrar refers you to admissions. admissions refers you to both the registrar and your advisor. you have spoken to two people who do not exist and one who has been dead for ten years.
  • the boy who sits next to you wears the same clothes everyday. you think this is strange but when you mention it, he tells you that this is the first time he has worn this outfit. you realize that you have lived this day before.
  • you pass someone sleeping in the quad. he has always been there. stop looking at him.
  • someone answers, “communism.” it is not someone who has been previously mentioned. the question was, “what is an example of the art of ancient greece?”
  • you have a doppelganger on campus. you have never met them. they know all of your friends.
  • the seniors speak only to professors. their eyes are dead. they have given up the safety of the pack long ago.
  • the professor is talking about STD’s. your math class is very strange.
  • the powerpoint is in comic sans. you suspect that your economics professor is an extraterrestrial being after all.
  • “communism,” the man serving you lunch insists. wearily you nod. that’s what everyone says.
  • Me: We're gonna write today
  • Brain: OK
  • Brain: [Warms up]
  • Brain: [Starts whirring]
  • Brain: [Arranging words] -
  • Me: Wait! No! I mean we're gonna write the thing we were planning on writing. Not a new thing. I don't recognise this new thing. I need to write the old thing.
  • Brain:
  • Me:
  • Brain: Well, you should have said, shouldn't you?

Okay so the antis are absolutely stupid, their logic doesn’t even make sense. They are basically claiming that Keith and co. are equal to kids and thus shouldn’t be shipped with Shiro. But, then according to that logic, ALL Voltron ships should be banned. Klance included. After all, they’re “kids”!! Ao3 is full of sexual Klance content so that makes those just as bad since, by anti logic, people are shipping “children” together.

PSA for anybody who has ever felt insecure about how they write their character. Remember why you began writing them in the first place. Remember how much they mean to you and how much you enjoy writing them. There will be other people roleplaying the same character as you, it is inevitable, but there is only one of YOU and only one who plays the character the way YOU play them. You bring something special to that character. Something that nobody can mimic or do the same as because nobody is just like you. You need to accept that, and accept that there will be others, but just like you they will be playing the character their own way as well. Nobody is better. Nobody is the same. Nobody deserves to play a character more than another person does. This is no popularity contest and you should never feel as though you aren’t worthy of playing a character just because you or someone else has made you feel that way. Instead of comparing yourself to others who play the same character as you; try to embrace the differences and admire them. Cheer up and keep on keeping on. You love your character, you love roleplaying as that character, and in the end that is all that matters.

Plagiarized fics - asking for help from the 1D fandom

Hi everyone! I’m poking my head in your door from the Haikyuu fandom to ask you guys for help. I have spoken to quite a few people in the One Direction fandom thus far and I have been overwhelmed by their kindness, support, and how fast everyone I talked to acted to help me and my friend get this sorted out.

It came to my and my best friend ellessey-writes’s attention (confusing names, sorry! I’m Esselle) this morning that many of our fics had been stolen by the Tumblr/AO3 user Fruxoo, who has since deleted her accounts.

Here are two screenshots of Fruxoo’s fics, posted in April. The first is a direct copy of my story Hunger, completed last June 2016. The second is the summary from Ellie’s story Tea and Sympathy, posted January of this year. The entire text of every fic Fruxoo stole has been copied almost exactly word for word from our fics, changing only the names and other relevant character info.

I messaged her privately and asked that she post an explanation on Tumblr, as well as replace the text of her stolen works with links to our respective stories, in order to notify any readers who enjoyed these works. Unfortunately, she didn’t respond. Now that she has taken everything down, that’s no longer possible.

It would mean the world to Ellie and I if people would help spread the word about what happened. Last year, between the two of us, we wrote 626,000 words. We poured all our energy and love (and time!) into these stories, and to have someone copy them word for word, lie to people who were kind enough to comment or send asks as if they had thought up the ideas on their own, and interact with other people in the 1D fandom based off of love for OUR writing, is devastating to us both. This was going on for at least 2.5 months.

Besides the two stories listed above, we know As Long As You’re Smiling was actually copied from ellessey-writes​​‘s fic The Chronicles of the Virgin Asahi. We think this is the first fic they grabbed, due to the note on the summary. Here is a masterpost of all Ellie’s works from last year, and a link to her AO3.

They also took my incubus story Dreamless and reposted it as Lilin. This fic was posted as a part of a collab for my close friend’s artwork. reallycorking​​ drew this (VERY NSFW) art as part of a 30 day challenge, and the two of us worked together for a full month on Dreamless. Here is my fic masterpost for last year, and a link to my AO3.

I wanted to share links to the rest of our work because we don’t know how many stories she stole (it seemed like there were around 10 in total). We didn’t even have time to make a note of everything before she removed her accounts. So we don’t know what people read and might want to re-find (if there’s any interest cross-fandom).

Again, the One Direction fandom has been so incredibly supportive (Gina, Ange, phd-mama, Emmi, Lisa and everyone who was so helpful and understanding). Ellie and I started off the morning crushed, and now I have comments in my inbox on the fics that were stolen, and asks on Tumblr showing support, and it’s nearly brought me to tears. Thank you all so much. If anyone who sees this would be kind enough to get the word out there in any way (reblogs, just telling your friends who’ve read these stories, anything!!), we’d be incredibly grateful.

THANK YOU, to everyone who takes the time to read this.

katya-sims  asked:

Hi! I'm new to the Sims and I just had a few questions. Firstly, what tumblrs would you recommend following? Secondly, how do you edit the photos of your sims to have the coloured backgrounds etc?

Hey! Welcome to simblr! In order to keep this ask short, I’ll recommend some simblrs here, and I’ll make a separate post with the tutorial :)

These are just a mix of some of my favorite blogs, so if you’re looking for a more specific kind of blog, for example storytelling, just let me know!

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Minor issue here, but:

Can we stop making meta about how there must not be female galra because in a setting 85% populated with modest, concealing uniforms and relatively few people getting spoken dialogue, we don’t have explicitly confirmed female galra.

Can we especially stop saying “maybe Keith’s mom is Actually A Second Dad” because I’m pretty dang sure Dad Kogane would be clear on his partner’s pronouns considering they got far enough in their relationship to have a child together. If Keith had two dads, his recollection of his father would not be calling other dad “your mother”.

First, we know VLD aliens do not conform to cissexist human expectations of what makes someone Female ™. The balmerans are all flat-chested. Several of the merfolk, including Plaxum once she takes her jellyfish off, are clearly shirtless and do not appear to have any visible breasts. One of the workers at Sal’s restaurant is explicitly female and has a lovely beard.

Allura, who knows how Galra culture and physiology works, disguises herself as a foot soldier. It goes off without a hitch- Shiro is the one who, unintentionally, blows their cover. This pretty much confirms for us there are female soldiers in the empire and they are not unusual at all.

Haggar passes as a female galra and is treated as such. Allura didn’t find Haggar suspicious until she realized Haggar was Altean.

Again: Allura grew up and spent most of her life in peacetime and open exchange with the galra, to the point that she traveled through galra spaceports hundreds of times. Allura would know if there aren’t any female galra. Furthermore, if the galra were monogendered and presented exclusively as what we would call masculine, we would expect Allura during her stint as a footsoldier, or Haggar being part of the empire, to alter presentation accordingly to fit in, if not both of them.

Female galra are a thing. It’s canon. Am I a little frustrated we don’t have a lot of explicitly confirmed female galra in the cast, yeah absolutely, but the solution to that is not to write fanon rules about how there can’t be female galra. 

anonymous asked:

Perhaps asriel could be the priest marrying Chara and frisk? Just a thought! (Also, what's the consensus on how asriel will feature into the 'spike sucking?'

we’ll just have to wait and see how that one pans out! as for the nsfw “spike” goal, i almost forgot to report on the results of the poll! thanks for the reminder.

there you have it. both the anon and asriel will be included!

I wonder how many people would have fallen in love if they had only spoken to each other. Strangers sitting next to each other on an airplane at night, watching the world grow smaller beneath them. Or in a tiny bookstore filled with old stories, their pages yellowed and dusty with age. Or sitting next to each other at a concert, both wanting to linger in the same note of a song that they think contains a universe. How many strangers have shared lovely, beautiful moments together? How many people would have found the love of their life if they had decided to say something?
—  polarioid 

I did not fall for him because he was good for me. I fell for him for the way he sees life. He is better than most of the people I have seen and spoken to. He is better than this ideal guy I had in my mind. He is tender. He is kind. He is loyal. He is ferocious and he is calm. I fell for him because I’m jealous of him. I fell for him because he is more than a song or a piece of art or a movie could make me feel. He gives me a sense of home, a sense of this serene and exciting infinity that I have always wanted. He is beautiful in a way he does not understand. He is what I have always wanted to be, to be generous and kind and loving and so very strong. Because that part of me has been lost and that part of me, I found in him. He is hope. He is that soul people show in books, a tender heart yet strong. That soul that survived through storm, ruffled and yet optimistic. Something, someone I try to be. Sigh. I found my home.
-s.nk

Near Death Experience

@sixpenceee This is something I have not spoken about with many people.

My father had a massive heart attack around 11 years ago. He was at work, at a remote jobsite in a forest at the time. His coworker broke every traffic law there is racing him to the nearest hospital at 100 miles an hour in their work truck. He was awake and aware enough to phone my stepmom on the way and she met them at the ER.

After my dad was ushered through the ER and onto an exam table, the doctors started hooking him up to the various monitors, EKG, etc. While they were doing this, his heart stopped. He “flatlined” as they say and he went unconscious.

Later that night, he recounted what happened to me with tears in his eyes. He was bleeding out of his nose and mouth from all of the blood thinning drugs they had given him to prevent clots. I have never seen my dad look so vulnerable.

When his heart stopped, my father was overwhelmed by bright white light and a sense of weightlessness. He floated in the light, and when his vision returned he was looking down at himself laying on the table. He watched the nurses escort my stepmom out of the room as the staff started cutting off his tshirt. He watched them roll a crash cart with a defibrillator into the room. They applied the defib, called out “clear” and tried to resuscitate him. Nothing happened. He continued to watch from his vantage point which he described as being up in the corner of the ceiling as the staff repeated the defib process. This time it worked. He said everything went black, he felt like he was falling briefly. He almost expected to hit the floor, instead he opened his eyes and was looking up at the face of the ER doctor.

That night, after he had been airlifted to a bigger hospital and I had rushed halfway across the state to be with him, he told me this story. He said he could hear every word that was spoken during that time and saw the look on my stepmom’s face as they pulled the curtain across the room and shut her out. My dad is not a spiritual or religious man, but I believe what he told me. We’ve never spoke about it since.

anonymous asked:

YUCK! Get your stupid destiel art out of the Dean and Sam tags. Less than 1% of the SPN fandom ships Destiel. No wonder 99% of the fandom hates you Destiel shippers.

WOOOO YAAASSSS! 

Time to get out the champagne guys, I’ve gotten myself the first hater! 

:D


By the way, brave anonymous humanoid:

check yes juliet (4/?)

the people have spoken

now

don’ t ask me for an update until, like, another year has passed

please

Part one, part two, part four (part 1, part 2, part 3) (tag)

How much sleep he got turned out to be negligible in the long run: he really couldn’t be expected to focus anyway, because Marinette wore the Chat Noir hoodie to school the next day too.

And the next.

And the next.

In fact, she wore it every day throughout the next week.

Adrien got a crash course in ‘how to pretend you were paying attention when your crush is wearing a sweater with your signature all over it.’

He failed it miserably.

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Quick heads up for anyone nearby!!!

• 15 + people have come forward and spoken out that she has done this to them • when confronted with the facts and even the threat of police, she said they were simply rumours • there are multiple people defending her and her actions despite them being illegal • three police have contacted me stating that she could be charged if the victims were to come forward • when confronted she resorts to blocking people or denying everything even when faced with proof
Roma

You wanna hear a thing or two about Rome? Here we go.

 I’ve had the time of my life, like I’ve felt so good, all the time. Happy, bouncy, excited. I’ve spoken a lot of Italian and people have complimented me on my accent, no one I talked to in Italian switched to English, I’ve solved problems in Italian. I’ve spoken Dutch to a native. I’ve been eating pizza and pasta every day, I’ve eaten pizza on the go while almost running to the Spanish steps, me and my friends were at a restaurant for three hours one night, eating and talking. I’ve eaten gelato in front of the pantheon, I’ve eaten gelato in the last twenty minutes before the monastery closed. I’ve seen a lot of cool buildings, colosseum, roman baths, churches, basilicas, forum romanum, Ostia antica, a roman domus, beautiful architecture. I’ve been with friends all the time, every day and my introversion has been on a low, I’ve built on friendships I’ve wanted to build on for a long time. We had the best weather, up to 20 C and shining sun every day, I’ve barley seen a cloud on the whole trip, I’ve gone without jacket and in a skirt, I got a little burned on my nose. I’ve managed not to get run over in the roman traffic and felt that the fast speed fit me. I’ve been thinking about if I prefer Rome of Riva and I really can’t decide. I’ve had the time of my live, I haven’t felt anxious, I haven’t thought about school, I have spoken Italian, I have felt sunshine, I have radiated sunshine, I have radiated happiness, I have been going and going all day everyday, loving it, I have felt so good, been so happy and I’m so sad we had to leave. I love Rome, I love Italy, I love Italian and soon I’ll be back, I have to go back or I won’t get any peace in my soul. I love my Italian me, she is fantastic and I’ll try to be more like her here in Sweden too.