somebody responded to us posting that emma watson is a clueless activist with this
and i’m just like… yeah because emma watson was born to rich parents and got sent to a freaking private boarding school in oxford and getting tutored in drama from a very young age, and landed a role in a very visible movie franchise .
like… both people who work on this blog are lower middle class at absolute best. if i had a rich mummy and daddy that sent me to rich people school and paid for a better education then maybe i would be a some kind of ambassador that makes speeches that don’t say anything as well, but instead i’m just a local activist who tries to support people in the best way she can with the resources she has.
for what it’s worth i’m from roughly the same geographic area as emma and i’m just like… maybe if i was a rich pretty cis girl i could work for the UN in promoting equality in an ineffective way too, but instead i’m working class, transgender and finding it hard to even get a job as a shitty position in the same city she went to school, all because we both played the cards we got dealt and she happened to have all aces.
YOU'RE THE OWN WHO TRIED TO PUNCH THE PRIEST IN THE FACE!
Alright, so a recent homebrew game had us in the time period of the Salem Witch trials and all three of my players managed to get the entire town to think that they were witches. Fittingly enough, only one of my players is actually a witch, my most experienced player was a werewolf, and our newest player was a thief. All three were gonna be burned the stake as night time fell, and here’s basically what happened with the WW.
DM(Me): The town’s people have surrounded you as you’re tied down. Many are shouting obscenities and several have found rotten fruit to throw at you. As the priest starts his bullshit speech about cleansing your souls you see the moon start to rise.
WW(OOC): Is it a full moon?
WW: Seeing the full moon I transform, breaking the ropes and start towards the priest.
DM: Why the priest?
WW: Because…well… Because I wanna kill the priest.
DM: *sigh* Alright roll for strength and dexterity.
WW fails both rolls almost with flying colors.
DM: In your current form you stumble towards the priest who backs away out of fear. Snarling, you raise a clawed hand and swipe, only to miss his face by almost twelve inches. Your poor strike catches you off guard and this gives the town’s people to time gather more rope and tie you down more securely. You’ve ended up back where you’ve started and now they have a definite reason to kill you.
Thief: Does one of them get close to me? Do they have any weapon?
DM: The one closest to you has a hunting dagger strapped to his belt. They were smart enough to tie your hands down so you can do nothing.
Thief: Can I kick him though?
DM: I-… *sigh* roll for accuracy.
Thief ALSO fails his roll with almost flying colors.
DM: You reach out to kick the townsman where the sun doesn’t shine. Instead, all you do is graze his ass with your foot, and upon feeling it, he turns and slaps you across the face, before threatening to slit your throat before your burned. You’ve given them another reason to kill you. Again. During this… event… the moon has risen almost to its peak, and the town is ready to start your execution. Several of the men have lit torches and are starting towards where you stand, ready to burn the kindling.
Witch: Can I use an non-verbal spell?
DM: Ah, fuck it, sure. You have the ability.
Witch: Then I cast Group Teleport.
DM: Roll for Magic Strength and Distance.
Witch manages a decent first roll and a sorta shitty second.
DM: The three of you successfully teleport away from your death leaving the ropes behind. However, misjudge the distance and the spell only takes you about ten feet behind the towns people, and someone manages to see you.
WW & Thief(unison): RUN!
And thus began a fifteen minute chase scene complete with a high cliff that almost killed the thief, a very confused dwarf that almost got trampled both by my adventurers and the townspeople, and an argument between the Witch and the Werewolf along the way about whose fault it was.
Right, I honestly never wanted to bring this up again nor make a post about it myself but I have noticed how recently, Yuta has been covering his chin any chance he gets and this honestly upsets me so much
It seems his self-esteem is dwindling and I can understand why considering how much crap he has been getting about it
People don’t seem to understand that when you post something online, it’s going to be there for anyone and everyone to see. So if you post something negative about someone-even if they’re famous and people think they probably won’t see it-there’s a chance they’ll see it. People commented about his chin, and most were negative reactions. “Fans” dropping him in a matter of seconds and calling him ugly and saying “SM did him dirty"
Everyone has insecurities no matter how much they deny it. It’s part of being human. Yuta is human too. He’s not some object who is just there to be looked at. He has feelings, insecurities just like the rest of us. He’s more than just his looks.
He’s an extremely talented dancer, he’s good at rapping and tbh is very under appreciated as a vocal (in my opinion anyway) In general he is a caring and considerate person who shouldn’t feel like he has to hide his face from us
So I love Yuri on Ice and I’ve been brainstorming a fancast in my head for a while and here it is!
(More characters under the cut since this post gets long)
1) Kento Yamazaki as Yuuri Katsuki (Age 22)
…..And some Eros!Yuuri haha
2) Alexey Vorobyov (Alex Sparrow) as Victor Nikiforov (Age 28)
(This picture just screams Victor to me omg)
3) Thiti “Bank” Mahayotaruk as Phichit Chulanont (Age 20)
This guy reminds me a lot of Phichit! I know a lot of people compare Phichit to Micheal Christian Martinez but Bank seems to be pretty famous in Thailand (2 million plus Instagram followers wow!) so I’m wondering if it’s possible Phichit could have been inspired by this guy!
Highlights from the 1st session of my D&D campaign
(during character creation) Mum: I’m Trump-Tinyhands, a famous half-orc ballerina.
(while trying to enter a cursed church) D M: You (pixie character) enter the church, however, the second you enter you get distracted by a bright light, which you then fly towards blindly and continue to fly into it. Dylan, our Pixie: IT’S SO BRIGHT AND SHINY
(in a bar) Trump-Tinyhands: Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Me want drink! Drink! Drink! Dylan: Erm yes I think we might need a few more dozen pints for our friend over here, he’s not drunk enough.
(still in the bar) M'riqa, our Khajiit thief, talking to the barmaid: Hey, I’ve seen many pussies in my time, but if I pet you right will your purr? Barmaid: I will beat the shit out of you if you talk to me like that again. M'riqa: *sprints right out of the bar* Dylan: Damnit, come back here!
(going back to the cursed church) DM: Maybe Dylan should stop trying to enter the church. He’s a Loki-worshipper and this is the Church of The God of Mild Frostbite and That Very Annoying Feeling You Get After You Warm Your Hands Up After Being In The Cold That Makes Your Fingers Feel Like They’re Burning Trump-Tinyhands OOC: If that’s the God’s name, I can’t imagine just how long the sermons are.
(M'riqa spotted something pretty in the church and wants to steal it) M'riqa: I enter the church! DM: You try to enter the church, but it appears that you cannot. The curse on the church does not know what to do with you, so it simply becomes an invisible wall. Trump-Tinyhands: I think something’s going on with this church. Dylan: *sarcastically* I never would have thought of that!
(40 minutes into figuring out the church) M'riqa OOC: Does anybody have Detect Magic? Dylan OOC: Hell yeah I do! M'riqa OOC: Then go do it you winged bastard. Dylan: I cast Detect Magic on the church doorway. M'riqa OOC: 40 fucking minutes. 40 FUCKING MINUTES WE’VE SPENT ON THIS FUCKING CHURCH CURSE ONLY NOW TO FIND THAT THE BLOODY PIXIE HAD THE KEY TO THE WHOLE DAMN THING DM: You cast Detect Magic on the doorway. It seems that only followers of the God of Mild Fristbite and all that stuff can pass through the doorway. Dylan: I can’t, I’m Loki’s priest. Half-orc: What’s a priest? (too stupid to know what a god is) Dylan: It’s down to you, M'riqa. M'riqa: … I may or may not have sold my soul and devoted my life to Nocturnal. Is that a problem?
(later) M'riqa: Nocturnal, may I stray from your path for a moment while I infiltrate this church? DM: You poke yourself in the eye. That’s a no. M'riqa: Please? Come on, I’ll steal something to add to the glory of the Guild! DM: You sock yourself right in the nose. You are bleeding. M'riqa: Pretty please?? I’ll serve you in the afterlife for twice as long! DM: You stamp on your own foot. M'riqa: Before I go any further, if I ask one more time, will I or will I not keep my tail? DM: Nocturnal remains smugly silent. M'riqa: If someone had told me that this is the sort of thing that happens when you give yourself to a god, then I may have reconsidered my choice.
IF YUURI MOVES TO RUSSIA TO TRAIN WITH VIKTOR AND YURI AND THE OTHER RUSSIANS
THAT MEANS HE GETS TO MEET LILIA WHO IS A FAMOUS PRIMA BALLERINA
YUURI’S BEEN DOING BALLET FOR A VERY VERY LONG TIME SO EITHER WAY WE GET GOOD THINGS OUT OF THIS BECAUSE
A) WHAT IF HE IDOLIZES LILIA AND LIKE FANGIRLS AND VIKTOR’S LIKE babe please no pay attention to me again bUT YUURIS TOO BUSY CRYING TO MINAKO ABOUT HOW HE MET THE PRIMA LILIA BARANOVSKAYA
B) YUURI SHOWS OFF HIS YEARS OF BALLET AND IMPRESSES LILIA AND THEY TALK ABOUT BALLET THINGS AND SURE THE OTHER SKATERS HAVE BALLET EXPERIENCE BUT YUURI HAS BEEN TRAINING WITH MINAKO SINCE HE WAS A SMOL CHUB
C) BASICALLY WE COULD GET CONFIDENT OR VERY PLEASED AND EXCITED YUURI+JEALOUS/NEEDY VIKTOR (whats new tbh)+CONFUSED SKATERS BECAUSE THAT SHARP LADY IS TALKING ABOUT THINGS WITH THE NEW JAPANESE KID
And this one is dedicated to the famous and beautiful @restlessanawake who is really awesome! Go check them out! They were a massive help to me in setting up this blog. Hope you enjoy!!
Warnings: Pregnancy. Labor. Fluff overload ;) One sex joke With him and the whole Stark clan, This is post White Walker War were all is good and Jon knows his parentage, but still goes by Jon Stark, or I guess goes at last. Things are almost too happy. But fear not no one dies.. Well…..Meh
“Time to get up love.”
You groaned, pushing away the arms that were attempting to shake you awake and moved closer to the other side of the bed. “Jon.. Lemme sleep. Little Mister Stark would not stop kicking last night. I am surprised you couldn’t feel it actually.” You smirked and opened your eyes, hearing his laughter and he carefully turned you around as he echoed your smirk.
“I told you, my love. It will be a she.” You gave him judging eyes and he rolled his own gray ones, “Even our Lady Sisters and Lady Aunt is on my side. As is Tyrion.”
“Well while that may be true, Bran is on my side and he has the sight.” She winked while forcing herself to stand slowly. “Speaking of your Aunt and Sister, when will the royal Queen and the Hand be visiting?”
He smiled, standing up so that he could help you while he continued, “Sansa and Tyrion promised to be here by nightfall, but you know the Queen. She said she would be here a fortnight ago… She will do her best to make it for the labor. And Arya, of course, must guard the Queen being the head of the Queen’s Guard.”
Your nine-months were up and being a Stark, family was essential for all things. Holidays. Name-Days. Weddings. And pregnancies.
As though the stress of almost delivering a child was not enough, the anxiety that holding off the labor until everyone was present was madness. Jon, being around you enough, could tell.
“Fret not, Y/N.” He smiled, pressing his forehead yours and wrapping a robe dress around you for the day and kissed your nose, “They will be here. And now, we must break fast.”
No surprise to the couple, Bran was already down stairs, his plate full as he was working on his sister’s-in-law. Seeing them he stopped and blushed, wheeling towards the two slowly as Jon embraced his brother with a hearty laugh.
Brandon Stark was decreed Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King of the North, so the three of you were practically inseparable.
“How is the Lord Snow this morning, Y/N?” Bran smiled, wheeling towards her and placing his hands on her belly as Jon sat. “He get you any rest?”
“None.” Jon sighed from across the room, “She was kicking all night.”
This caused both you and Bran to laugh and Bran to say a small, “We shall see.” As the three of you began to eat your food.
A grand feast was the result of Lady Sansa and Lord Tyrion’s arrive, Jon and the imp drinking away while you, Sansa, and Bran sat across the hall, discussing matters of getting Bran married.
“What about the Mormont girl?” You suggested, “She supposedly has the beauty and wits of the Tyrell’s but the strength of her father’s name.”
“The Queens bastard?” Sansa raised her eyebrows, “She is an adventurous girl. Young though, don’t you think?”
Your sister in law had not left you alone since she arrived, her hand barely leaving your belly.
“Besides. I think our Bran has his eyes on the head of House Reed. Lady Meera, is it not?”
With the words of her name, Bran blushed and brushed it off, “Have you and Jon thought of a name?”
You nodded, “Well since he will not listen to me about the gender, I decided Eddard Robb will have to do.” Bran nodded, a bright grin taking away the blush on your face. Sansa gasped.
“I hate to agree with my Lord brother, I do believe that your babe is a girl.” She winked at you causing both of you to laugh as Jon and Tyrion came towards you guys, handing drinks to Bran and Sansa.
Jon broke the laughter, snaking an arm around your waist to your belly as he looked at Sansa and Tyrion, “When are you and the Hand planning to have children, sister?”
Sansa’s face fell and she set down her goblet, Tyrion taking her hand. “We are waiting.” Silence fell between them as they knew what he meant before Tyrion broke it, winking at the youngest Stark, “We would like to see little Bran wed to the Reed girl first.” Bran blushed as everyone laughed mutter a small no stop as Jon kissed your cheek, then moved to your ear, his beard tickling her cheek.
“Bet it will happen by years end?”
“Please, by months end!” You smirked and he pepper kisses everywhere on your face, causing you to laugh.
A few days had passed and you were still waiting on Dany and Arya. Maesters had demanded you bedridden, fearing labor would come any moment though nothing came for a week. Deciding this and seeing your husbands nerves at an all time high, you had forced him to go on a hunt with Tyrion and Bran, promising that Sansa and a hand maiden be at your side.
“I just want you out lil lord.” You groaned, rubbing sleet off your eyes as you had not gotten proper sleep in several days,(basically since Jon left, your baby had been especially persistent in moving all night) “Stop being so feisty like your father and his family.” You smirked at Sansa who laughed. “Where do you the Queen and her personal guard are?”
“You know Daenerys. “ She smiled sadly, rubbing your belly, “And Arya. Stubborn as mules those two.”
“Aye. That is one way to put it.”
Silence fell as you were both occupied as the baby leapt and kicked about the in your belly causing you to hum in attempt to calm him. When at last he stopped, you sighed and Sansa smiled, but only for a moment when you felt something wet between your legs.
Cursing, you looked at Sansa whose eyes twinkled.
“Do you think-”
“Sansa…” You bit your lip to stop you from swearing again, “Get Ghost. He will get Jon. And get the Hand Maiden… Hurry… Please…”
She ran, laughing gleefully and picking up her skirts hollering, “IT’S TIME! THE HEIR TO THE NORTH IS ON THE WAY!” And within minutes, servants came rushing in, dabbing your forehead with a cloth and offering you food and wine as others spread your legs open. All the while all you could do was scream bloody murder.
“I just want my husband!” You whined, “Gods!” You closed eyes and bit your lip to try to and stop tears from falling out of your eyes.
Then you felt the tickle of a beard on your chin and allowed yourself to cry tears of happiness and the man kissed your cheek and slowly wiped your tears away.
“Hush now love. You need to start pushing.”
“Yes you can.” He grabbed both her hands and brought them to her lips,”You are strong.. You can do this… I believe in you… Ready?”
You nodded opening your eyes to meet his dark grey (brown in show) ones.
AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in
that way) allura, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok!
Lance ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! MCR ROX!
Hi my name is Keith Dark’ness Dementia Kogane Way and I have
a long ebony black mulletpter (that’s
how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my shoulders
and shiny purple eyes like polished amethyst and a lot of people tell me I look
like Billy Ray Cyrus (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!).
I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking
hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white
skin. I’m also a wizard, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts on the moon
where I’m in the sixth year (I’m sixteen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t
tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Space Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes
from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace
around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots.
I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye
shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was space snowing and raining so
there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I
put up my middle finger at them.
“Hey Keith!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Lance
“What’s up Lance?” I asked.
“Nothing.” he said shyly.
But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.
This paparazzo followed Jen and D for several city blocks.
This is not an easy task with snow all over NYC. Yet he knew where they were headed and was perfectly positioned to take their picture.
There are 40 pics that have been posted and despite Jen and D “hugging and kissing the whole time” this pap didn’t get any of those pics.
Just one awkward hello/goodbye hug.
And again E! has to bash Chris Martin about how high-profile that relationship was despite the fact that we never really saw them together and have seen Jen and her aging director in at least 5 different sets of pap pics.
Believe me, celebrities hide in NYC every day. It’s probably one of the easiest places to hide for a famous person. Yet we see Jen and Darren a lot. Too much. Way too much.
Jamie, a spunk 25 year old lead singer to the ~sensational band~ The Junkers, and Mako, a usually reserved man that landed a job protecting this kid, to his displeasure
Jamie’s reckless, does impulse shit whenever he wants and to whatever degree because he’s famous off his ass so he can get away with everything, right? pissing on stage and fucking fans is the norm. he’s gross, loud, rude, obnoxious, totally never going to change and would probably die sooner of alcohol poisoning and overdose than a die by mob of fans, and Mako hates it.
He hates having to be around the guy that intensifies his migraine and made pinching the bridge of his nose a habit. The worst part is, he’s really the only one that can handle Jamie’s shit. all of the other bodyguards prior to him resigned or got fired, or some odd mix between the two. Mako took this as a challenge to see how long he could last being the dude’s bodyguard, no matter how absurd or ridiculous the situations get he keeps being jamies bodyguard
Everything works out like that for a long time (few months) until Jamie’s arm gets blown off in a pyrotechnics incident and his careers entirely halted. Mako visits him, or is required to keep watch over him, but its more out of his own concern than anything. Sure the guy’s fucking annoying and entitled and an asswipe a lot, but he could also be nice, passionate about his job, happy to please people and share his views of the world through song. Daresay Jamie’s grown on Mako.
Jamie opens up a lot more to Mako in his time stuck in the hospital and he no longer sees his bodyguard as some old grouch that frowns at everything he does but an actual person who was pretty nice to talk to.
A lot changes afterwards, Mako and Jamie get closer in friendship and eventually romantically, whereas the rockstar comes back to the music scene fullforce with a fucking rad mechanical arm (mostly Mako’s suggestion) and everything ends GOOD
Everyone: summer jobs
Sharpay: turkey from maine
Troy: hire my friends pls
Jason: wtf i just burned this guys toast
Taylor: the boss is such a creep
Gabriella: ok guys break it up
Kelsey: na na naaa na
Troy: you are gonna get sooo WEEEEEET
Sprinklers: haha fuk u guys
Chad: i dont dance
Gabriella: nice water aerobies oldies
Chad: were like brothers since pre k dude
Troy: fuk u
Gabriella: the plan is always rearranged
Troy: what about us
Gabriella: i never liked this necklace anyway
Sharpay: youre just jealous cuz i won
Gabriella: i don’t wanna play wtf!!!!
Troy: its no good at all, to see yourself and n
Troy: woah this reflection is uncanny
Troy: im not gonna stop notgonnastoptilligetmyshot
Sharpay: humu humu’s back on
Ryan: lol nope
Troy: once in a lifetime
Troy: IS THAT GABBY
Gabby: hi sorry can I have my necklace back
Miley Cyrus: CAMEOS R FUN
When I’m sad, I sing and play. Sometimes I just sing.
I’m feeling pretty sad today and I’ll not lie, these past few days have been awful to me. And when I feel like this, I try to lose myself in the music. Music is the thing that makes me feel less hurted, less broken.
So here it is my first cover. It’s not twenty one pilots related but I wanted to post it here because the Clique has always supported me and this is something so huge. It means everything to me.
Sorry about my voice. I hate it a lot, but I feel like if I don’t sing, I’ll explode. And sorry about my accent and about my English. They suck, I know.
I pronounce many wrong words because my English gets even worse when I’m feeling down. But I don’t post it to get famous or to be a professional singer. I just post it because my heart tells me to. I’m actually so anxious about posting it, but I feel deep down that I should. And I kinda want to.
Anyway, hope you guys have a great night. Love you all.